Infatuation Incubus!Levi xReader xOnesided!Jean

What was worse than this; either dealing with Hanji and her crazy antics and fixating on titans or Sasha’s revolting eating habits by the means of speckled spud crumbs all about her mouth, not bothering to forewarning of how she mercilessly peeled off slabs of potato skins mincing them in between her teeth, like a toddler with proper guidance on eating normal, but even a toddler had more manners than she did. At times you’d find yourself dabbing off her face with a napkin, knocking all the crumbs off her mouth, followed by a shake of your head, in obvious disapproval.

But to answer the mentioned question stated above, with careful consideration upon them both, you finally came down to a simple conclusion.

Both.

And as of right now, you wish you could change that opinion due to what was heading in your direction.

Sunrays poured through a small opening of velvety curtains, casting their rays upon your face, stirring you out of a deep trance slumber, much to your displeasure. Each morning such as a one like this meant the start of a dawning day, and every time this feeling was experienced, you wished to turn away from the welcoming light and fall right back to sleep, already knowing what today’s wonders will bring.

Nothing but training and unnecessary backbreaking cleaning as courtesy of Lance Corporal himself. Everyone including yourself dreaded daily spring cleaning because of that undersized ill-tempered man, because even if one should slave away and dedicate themselves to what they believed to be exceptional. One meticulous steely eyed glance could detect every spick and span and it could go either way; A silent nod of approval or a click of his silver tongue and all that effort went wasted, telling the cadets to scrap it and redo it again.

The. Absolute. Nerve.

But above all, he actually wasn’t all too bad. His dry crude jokes were actually hysterical, befitting of the likes of him. At times, when some cadets were getting their asses chewed out, particularly ones you didn’t like, you’d obscure yourself in a bush near the training field and laugh to the point of tears streaming down your cheeks and wheezing cackles. Luckily people often mistake it as Kirstein’s whinnying, if it hadn’t been him getting in trouble, otherwise the risk of being discovered would be at large, especially after managing yet another quarrel with one of your companions Eren Jaeger.

It was an ugly ass laugh, true, but that had been amongst other things least important.

Soon that frown turned upside down as the tables are turned on you, constantly being pestered by that incompetent long horse-faced nitwit, having an infatuation by all means of obnoxiousness. On a regular, Jean would appear out of whoever the fuck knows where and when, presenting some tacky pick-up lines with satisfaction settling upon his lips, expectant of you falling head over heels in love with him. It was an instant knee slapper, dismally waving a hand at him hardly taking his futile attempt seriously. That’s how it started out, at least. Now, thinking he has privileges to whatever the hell he wanted to, took it a step further. Wrapping his hands around your shoulders in an amorous way, invading the bubble of space you intentionally had around for a reason whether he knew it or not, he must’ve noted your distress and decided to deliberately disregard it, simply because he didn’t want to leave you be. That, in your case, was bad on his part.

Choosing to carelessly call you his girlfriend in front of the entire Mess Hall after getting their clamoring conversations to simmer down snickers from all around rumbled, as he turned towards your approaching, unsuspecting figure, chattering with Armin and Mikasa with intentions of meeting Eren sitting down infront of Connie, Sasha, and of course, Squad Leader, Hanji, all engaged in a interested intrigued conversation. As Eren caught sight of your three incoming figure, you were amidst of at him in return when you found yourself being encased up against a strong chest, meeting a pair of  sultry eyes , white teeth stained full of shit and suggestive eyebrow wriggling. At this intimacy, you shot out of his grip within an instant, driving your fist into his donkey-assed face, other people’s inattentiveness now drifted towards the spotlight in the room, witnessing Jean smashing into a wall from across, splinters flying from said impaction, leaving mouths with shock and utter terror, by the driving force of power emitting from your dainty hand.

Then again, they should hardly be surprised by your abnormal strength, taking on Titans just as you did with matching ferocity. That same fury still ignited in your eyes as you made your way towards the boastful man and as people seen your relentlessness though fearful to stand up to you in your homicidal state, Connie and Armin sprang into action and held you back, flailing and kicking your feet in midair, throwing a temper tantrum and screeching out wrathful profanities, bringing this matter into Corporal’s office, to which even he could hear all this rambunctious from his desk.

Ever since that very day, your hatred for Jean burned with a fiery passion and his fondness of you strangely increased, due to your natural spunkiness. And because of said admiration, he got his ass kicked each and every time by you whether it was a boot pummeling his face into the grassy dirt, choking up a cough from an elbow driving in his midsection, or even being knocked off his feet once due to a certain someone’s heel preforming a flying kick underneath his feet. You thought with all the harsh abuse you put him through would send him running for the walls, but instead he kept coming back time after time and that seriously made you wonder if he was really human or if he secretly enjoyed your treatment like a non-sexual S&M foreplay. Fucking weirdo.

That just about summarized today’s agenda, if not bordering amongst the same events, not completely ending all the same ways. You were fortunate at times when you didn’t get caught beating the holy hell out of Jean by Levi because ultimately both the two of you would most likely get stable duty, not that you didn’t mind the lovely stallions because you fixated on Corporal’s the longest, but because he had to be there. The moment’s just gone after that since you made every attempt to shun his advances, his tenacious didn’t even yield in the slightest.

Quite frankly, Levi got tired of seeing each of you inside his office about the same thing, “Misbehaving like badass adult children,” as he quoted, features tightened irksomely, on the verge of booking plans for you both to run an entire afternoon until morning and still expecting work to get done like usual once you thoroughly wash off yesterday’s exertion. Thankfully it’d never gotten to that point, as if training wasn’t a strenuous issue.

Letting out an exasperated sigh after reliving those uneventful disasters in your mind, you gripped the ends, hastily shoving the covers off and got off, stretching out your stiff limbs before dragging your feet over to your uniform resting on your work chair slinging it over your shoulder. For such a day planned ahead, you could only rely on wishful thinking for tranquility and ease on getting through such a tiresome morning, noon, and evening, the likes of a day that hadn’t even started yet.

~*~

“So, I’m assuming sleep wasn’t very soundly again, huh?” Sasha asked, munching on obviously a potato, but half-eaten, smacking her lips very sloppily, going in for another bite of the potato flesh. She saw your lips purse in a straight line, apparent frustration setting upon your face, turning to face her.

“Yeah, but how you’re eating isn’t very soundly either.” You huff out a tired sigh, fingers raking your cheek, but eased a little once she finally finished it off, flashing an apologetic grin. Mischief settled on your features, taking a liking to training all of a sudden. “I wonder who my sparring partner will be today.”

You silently hoped for Jean, desperately in need of a punching bag to let off steam, right before the Corporal assembled all his cadets to help him clean up HQ.Usually not minding him, he really started to irk you recently, after all your hard effort to at least meet up to his standards of cleaning, he insulted your work and constant, he’d tell you to redo it. Then he had the audacity to force you into cleaning up his office. Even if you were diligent, cleaning out every nook and cranny, he still wasn’t satisfied. Your blood boiled at the thought of it which is why you desperately needed to kick some horse ass because it’s not like he wasn’t asking for it and he practically let you, but the beating worsened whenever he caught you off guard and hugged you or tried to touch you. That’s when your friends had to pull you away from assassinating him. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes in the back of your mind.

Sasha was aware of your pure resentment of Jean, sighing knowingly. “Do you really hate him that much?”

“No shit, I mean, have you seen him lately? You’d despise him too if you were in my shoes.”

“I don’t think he’s that bad. He’s just lovesick.”

“Lovesick, my arse. Between Mikasa and I, he’s better of being in hate relationship with Eren and call it a day.”

Continuing your journey, you met spotted a figure rushing your way, recognizing that russet hair pulled back in a high ponytail with that strange gleam reflected off her glasses.

Major Hanji.

“Hey, (f/n)!” she yelled, waving with her hand high in the air, expanding her arms out as she walked in the same line of direction you traveled in. She constricted her arms around herself only to blink in confusion, staring at her arms and turned to face you haven been ducked behind Sasha’s shoulder farthest away from where Hanji stood, eyeing her down distrustfully.

Poking out her lips stubbornly, she let out a frustrated exhale, waving off her dejection casually.

“I told you. Not a hugging person in the morning.” You reminded her, puffing out your cheeks.

You hadn’t the slightest idea of why, but you weren’t your normal self, ever since all this stress. Taking its toll on your attitude. Every night when you’d retire from a hardworking day and go to sleep, a strange sensation of being touched all over your body awoke you from amidst your slumber and it caused an uneasy feeling to settle in your stomach. It quite frankly freaked you out and there wasn’t any logical explanation of why. Like someone had snuck in your room while you were most vulnerable and molested you.

What made it even worse, you didn’t happen to wake up whist this took place, finding every other time when you had did the sensation seem to fade away. It was always after you woke up and you weren’t sure why. Not to mention the morning time came, you felt mentally and physically drained, finding it strange since you always made the effort to get a decent amount of sleep to properly function for the duration of the day, only for it to have a reverse effect. A thought was considered either once or twice—aw, who were you kidding? Several times you were almost certain that pervert Jean was the main perpetrator. Except, without any evidence, you couldn’t rightly accuse him since not even one time had you caught him in the act.

A jolted rush shot down your spine, quivering disgust racked your body. You’d rather burn off layers of your flesh than to have him touch you in a depraving way.

~*~

Unfortunately, as informed by a certain blonde book-loving boy through the Corporal, Armin had been your designated partner to spar with.

Armin.

Armin. Arlert.

What the actual tom fuckery had he been thinking? Laying a hand upon Armin is like…like a sin. His life dedicated volumes of knowledge, hard covers of series, his lips always managed to curl up in a gentle smile, caring for books tenderly and treating them like a delicate blooming flower. Honestly if anyone had a pure heart like that, they deserved to be hugged. And the winner was definitely Armin. You literally felt your heart shattering at how warily he delivered this devastating news, even more so as a singeing prickling underneath your lids at the sight of his adorable tilt of his head, his comets filled with blinking curiosity, and that concerning question is what took the cake.

“A—are you okay, (f/n)?”

Breaking out waterworks, you flung your arms around Armin’s shoulder, though slightly taken aback, he slowly patted a hand on your back, unsure of how he should respond to such a predicament. Although, it proved to be the least of his worries, since he would be relieved of it momentarily.

“Cadet (l/n) and Arlert.” Came a booming, hostile voice from behind you, your hold upon Armin shakily let up, frozen in place with fear thumping against your rib cage.

Shit. You knew that voice from anywhere and it sounded really close. Armin also in a similar type state loosened his quivering joints, stiffing a salute, never wavering eye contact with the individual nearly breathing down your neck. Scrambling next to Armin and mimicking the same, discovering with your own two eyes only gave you conformation of who bore daggers in your cranium.

Corporal Levi.

He stood there more than pleased, tightening his arms to his torso piercing silver staring through half-lidded eyes disinterestedly. Scoffing In contempt, his ebony tresses fell into his face perfectly, bringing out his profile features, sharp in every detail. The way his lips twisted was the reason you’ve become unsettled, swearing if he stepped any closer, you’d be shamefully wetting yourself.

It might’ve been hilarious if it hadn’t been you being pierced under this stormy gray gaze. What made things worse was that you managed to drag your endearing, meek, book loving friend in amidst of it without really realizing it completely yourself. You even found audacity to seek refuge next to your blonde friend. Those shone gray irises of his held nothing but contempt and obvious irritation, from his line of watching all of his cadets following their given command until his sight caught a pair amongst the rest, in a moment of loitering, seeming not grasping the concept of what was to be expected of them very blunt and precisely, yet, here are the two incompetent individuals standing right before him.

He pursed his naturally thin lips in a tight solid line, visage intensified with impatience, letting those confined mounds of flesh part, an escape of exasperation slipping past them.

“This is not a fucking cuddlefest, you shitheads. You are here train and nothing more. I suggest you both haul ass in the next couple of seconds or you’ll soon be faced with an even severer punishment.”

Swallowing from utter trepidation, you shifted stiffly to face Armin who mirrored the same action, earnestly reluctant to inflict pain from upon even a strand of his golden locks, sunbeams casted a sheen of white, glistening like a halo above his crown. Noting how Lance Corporal’s boots were rooted in the earth beneath him, his arms still locked in place if not, even tighter to his torso while his attention fixated on both you and Cadet Arlert, indication on making certain of you would do as you do as initially directed.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you muster up a genuinely apologetic smile in which Armin acknowledge silently, gracing one of his understanding grin to signify his acceptance of this situation. Getting into defensive stances, you both charged with halfhearted potential at each other, painfully aware of what’s to become of the outcome, one of which you were in not of a favor of.

~*~

After what seemed like forever since those dark clouded eyes hanging over you two as if they were rain clouds, Levi presence had slipped away without notice, still wanting to have impression of him still observing you critically, Armin fell against the bark of a leafy shaded tree of which the likes he hadn’t acknowledged beforehand, in spite of that felt appreciative of its unknown leverage to take a moment and drop his guard, effectively slouching in tired release from his body aching all about. You didn’t hesitate to approach the unsuspecting boy, ensnaring his torso to your body for an embrace.

“Sorry, Armin.” You sighed, cheek tickled by his silky locks. “I wasn’t trying to—“

A hand came to your shoulder, gently separating bodies so that you met his breathtaking blue eyes, emitting nothing but compassion, shaking his mop of gold in a single motion. His fingers gripped the contour of your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“It’s fine, really.” He said, cheerfulness laced over his tone. “I need a challenge every chance I get. I look up to your impeccable strength and one day I want to match up to it. To give you a real fight.”

Oh my god Armin. You should’ve been an angel instead of being born in this era. World, why did you put such a beautiful person on this wretched earth; my heart is about to start twerking aggressively because of this boy.

You really didn’t want for this to go so far but since Levi was intent on watching combat between the two of you and he wouldn’t have left you alone until then. Even so, Armin actually managed some kicks and punches throughout, impressing and shocking all at once. The hesitant battle swayed him into believing his imposing threat finally traveled through your skulls, fated worse than what originally set.

Sighing, you reached mushed the end of your jacket back to detach a beige pouch off your black straps of your uniform and held it in your hand Armin blinking curiously at the presented object. Unhooking the fold infront, you reached in for your miniature bottle of antiseptic and some cotton swabs, setting them down between you on the bed of crisp grass. After unscrewing the white cap of the lid, you dipped the swab inside, letting the filament absorb it. Shuffling closer on your knees, you brought the swab up to Armin’s face, with ginger care applying it to a few small cuts located underneath his bangs. You felt him wince, stinging pain from the disinfectant. Targeting his precious head was the last place where you wanted to inflict pain upon especially beyond his cranium is where his brilliant mind sought refuge.

Knowing Armin was passive to almost everything, a submissive doormat. Understanding why Armin desired you as his partner, maybe Levi chose him for that same reason and also considered if he were to get a male opponent, the chances of them taking it easy on the intelligent, weak-bodied boy were slim to none. Now thinking about it, you were able to take any male opponent on since you had hella a lot experience of busting a cap on Jean when he kept making passes on you—he should know this from countless visits with him in his office.

“I’d really hate to be Jean, though.” Armin sliced through the envelope of silence, chuckling lightly at those what seemed like endless encounters of yours and Jeans, inwardly cringing how each time an audible crackling sound emit from Kirschtein’s body, whether it be his hand being crushed by yours or splintering his back over your knee, whatever each case may be it sounded excruciatingly arduous. “It’s almost if he’s asking for a death wish.”

“That’s his problem.” You shrugged, attentive on injuries rather than long-ass donkey face. “I would’ve fulfilled it earlier if only I hadn’t gotten caught...and the last multiple times.”

“Did you get stable duty again?”

“Yep. It wouldn’t nearly as bad if Horse Ass wasn’t there.”

“Well, why don’t you tell him that Jean won’t stop bothering you?”

Your lips pursed tightly with distrust. “Sure, as if Kirschtein’s bruises and the distance I kept between us both in his office wasn’t already self-explanatory. He probably just doesn’t care.”

“Have you even tried to talk to him about it?” Armin counter gently, in attempt not to question your reasoning. Soon enough your (h/c) locks shifted under his gaze, greeted by blinking (e/c) spheres, lids narrowed in obviously unamused.

“Not to knock off your suggestion, Armin. But you know as well as I do that Corporal isn’t one to approach with such situations.”

“Well,” Armin gave a nod of appreciation at your treatment then pondered off for a brief moment. A solution soon submerged in his lit up eyes and slightly parted lips, jutting out his forefinger for extra measure. “You could talk to Commander Erwin about it.”

Shifting your weight back against the heels of your boots, you folded your arms in deep thought, gnawing your left inner cheek. Erwin was undoubtingly an authoritative figure and a respectable man in one. Compared to Corporal Levi, you deem him more approachable since he didn’t portray as if he wanted to kill everyone that crossed his path in sight. Perhaps he was the solution to closure? You kept a mental note in the back of your mind to stop by his office later on today, preferably as he’s working on paperwork since every other moment he’d be all day on his feet just until later on in the evening, signing off each document from an immense pile of paper.

“I guess I could.” You hummed thoughtfully, a hand stroking your chin in careful consideration. Not long after, your head nodded with certainty. “Yeah. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of that earlier.”

You flashed an appreciative smile Armin’s way, reciprocating those same actions.

“Hey! (f/n), Armin!”

You and the blonde averted your fixated gazes towards a familiar approaching couple, remaining advancing in your direction. A smile graced your lips as your hand raised up in a cheerful wave accompanied by Armin’s gentle grin.

Mikasa and her Titan shifter of a brother Eren stood hovering above you two, analyzing Armin’s condition thoroughly.

“You don’t look as nearly as bad as I thought you would’ve been.” Eren confessed, patting a hand on Armin’s shoulder causing him to unnoticeably wince except for your watchful eye, the male with chocolate tresses oblivious to his obvious pain, grinning like an idiot. Mikasa already a perceptive girl anyways, keeping watchful eyes of her everyday surroundings. She almost had to intervene with Eren’s cheerfulness until the weight in his hand let up, dangling at his side, away from Armin’s tender shoulder. “(F/n) is notorious for kicking some serious ass.”

“Glad you were able to recognize it, Eren.” You smirked up at him in a challenging manner. “By the way, who was your partner?”

“Reiner.” Eren replied, rotating his neck about to loosen up prolonged stiffness bunched up in his shoulders. “We pretty much evened out.”

Something about his overly confident tone had been on the borderline of bullshit, though deciding not to bust him out about it because he’d most likely try and rationalize it all. You were far too exhausted to argue since knowing you’d need to conserve the remaining energy you could muster to get through this remainder of a day.

“Sure, I guess.” A dubious sigh escaped your lips now diverting your gaze off to Mikasa, her mouth burrowed into her crimson scarf. “What about you, Mikasa?”

When she tilted her head upwards along with revealing her lips pulled into a smug grin, huffing out a breathy snort through her nostrils.

“Jean.”

She silently snickered at the more than discontented expression settling on your visage, tightening darkly at said mentioned name.

“For me I hope you imagined him as the Corporal and made him suffer in every way possible.” Your teeth gritted, hiss rimming your tone. “I’d actually have an excuse to beat him senseless if Levi allowed me to.”

Your awareness of Mikasa’s resentment of Captain Levi didn’t offend you in anyway. Standing watch of Eren being thrashed about ever so viciously evoked anger in the pit of your stomach and literally you wanted to beat Levi’s short ass because of it. Even if it were for a good cause and let bygones be bygones, it never swayed Mikasa’s opinion of him. Except hatred, if not that than uneasiness and aggravation here, didn’t dwell inside you for him. The source of irritation resided for that two-toned choppy haired male by which never seemed to be fazed by your recognizable tampered nerves.

“Hn…I managed to cut off his oxygen supply with my elbow.” She answered plainly, dismal of the matter.

“Good. That’s good.” A violent shudder trailed its way down both Eren and Armin’s back, uneasy of a maniacal Cheshire grin stretching across your features, bubbly giggles fell from your lips seemingly matching the poisonous violet ambiance clouded about you. “I’m glad that shitty horse ass’s facing endless pain and suffering—“

“—(Y/n), calm down.” Eren’s eyebrow convulsed, interrupting a horrendous descriptive soliloquy of ill intent. He gulped before continuing, pushing past discourage due to your oppressive aura. He clearly seen how deep your concentration was in your glazed dimmed eyes which he believed would’ve been an obvious clue of disinterest by anybody in their right mind to realize and accept it. “He’s nowhere near here. Don’t get all creepy on us. Please.”

Nearly taking everything to manipulate your psyche, small pants heaving your chest, which effectively released the tension originally tightening around your brain. With a final prolonged sigh and lids shut, your eyes rolled back before beholding your trio of friends.

“Fine.” Your cheeks puffed out begrudgingly, arms tucked underneath your chest.

While you all decided to walk around for a bit, Armin suddenly brought up he discovered amongst his shelf of alphabetized books he ran across an interesting book he wanted to share with everyone at lunch if they didn’t have anything planned during lunch. He mentioned he was going to ask a couple of other friends as well, but the three of you hadn’t minded since it’s bound to be people you all knew being acquainted with most of the Survey Corps and all.  

 Further discussing the matter, a feeling overcame you, instead of conversing random things, realization washed over you like a wave, slapping a hand over your cheek, stopping your stroll with the three altogether, eyes widening a fraction.

Mikasa sensing your presence gone amiss first became still, flipping her ebony locks over her shoulder to stare at your fathoming state. Armin and Eren followed the same not too far gone, arching their eyebrows towards the raven-haired female then drifted to your stunned expression.

“Freakin’ anus.” You groaned, swiveling around the other direction, setting your path apart from your associates. Bearing down on your lip, you shot the threesome a regretful smile. “Sorry. I wish I could go with you, but I completely forgot I’ve stable duty. But, I’ll meet you guys at the mess hall, okay?”

Reluctant to see you off both Armin and Eren, Mikasa offering no sign of it, yet they all nodded in understanding, watching your departing waving form.

You felt a twinge of sadness take its toll on your heart, your eyebrows arched upon a peculiar sensation bestowing your heart, spilling translucent liquid cascading over your cheeks, hastily trying to wipe them away with a hold of your sleeves. A daily procedure arriving and departing shouldn’t normally be deemed sorrowful. Something about parting with your friends today even just for a little while seemed almost unbearable, feeling as if your soul would shatter.
And the feeling not knowing what caused it was inexplicable.

~*~

For what appeared like eons of weeping, you finally managed to calm yourself, stopping the flow of tears and concealing your emotions in a bottle. Honestly, you weren’t in any mood to entertain nonsense and if needed be, your favorite person of taking out your offish emotions would be none other than Jean Kirschtein. Steadfast on his pathetic advances, consequences of actions never dawned your mind, obscuring a veil over your better judgment. Unless it because of the fact of you not giving a single. Living. Fuck.

A dizzy hot wave flushed your body, abruptly staggering a bit, stubborn heat coming just as it gone. Flicking your hand in attempt to cool down, warmth remaining a tad, you started back on course slowly until in sight, you approached the Stables .Mishmash of vulgar stench of horse manure and earthy hay flooded your nostrils in result making your nose scrunch up from the extraordinary offensive scent. This oppression never seemed to faze you before since numerous of other times being assigned this task you were aware of its foulness and had capability of hardly paying no mind of it. Now it made you slightly nauseated, forcing it down your throat in hopes of subduing it just until your duty was fulfilled more or less without man-slaughtering hi—anyone.

Just as you arrived at the entrance, horse whinnying traveled through your ears, buzzing pestering them all at once causing you to swat at the air in attempt to scare the annoying flies swarming about. Booted feet thumped against the black polished ground when you entered and in meanwhile it still was in the process of being polished. Your attention from a figure kneeled on their knees, swept up to a russet sheen horse, snorting in your ear, impatience wearing thin of not being acknowledged. Seeing this made your face relax in a placid grin and sigh, taking the horse’s snout in your gentle, tender hands, running a hand up and down its face.

This attention you gave to each horse down the left aisle of the stables subsequently flipping across to the unattended row of noble steeds, more than enthralled upon beholding that one ebony stallion who had been isolated at the back, once you given your well-deserved love for their excellent service of obliging to ride alongside them, enduring equal risk of dying just as their masters had.

You snuck past Jean who seemed really into cleaning today, unlike any other day as he partook in pestering you to no end. Presuming he probably wanted to receive at least a half-assed praise from Corporal although nobody seemed to pass his insightful inspection all except Eren, secretly green about it after having seen the chocolate haired boy not long before arriving. A fraction nearly wished that you wished Eren had been the one fawning over you—then you’d force him to do all the work and bask into sensation of that black silky mane fitting them into the gaps of your fingertips.

But, as the ultimate lesson goes, Life’s not fair.

Grinning as you stood before this marvelous beauty, you reached out and stroke her magnificent schnozzle, soft neighing ensued. Delight fell from your lips as they part, soon enclosing around the mammals face, giving a tight enough squeeze for affection. The horse’s tail lashed gently, grazing it against its hindquarters. Upon parting away, you levelled to the end of your left boot and the other subconsciously curled up, fingertips itching behind its flickering ears.

Scuffling sounds from behind you never fazed you out of your moment of bliss, fancying this wonderful sensation of enjoying each other’s company. Its nickering came off louder than previously which probably indicated your horse poser locked in on his target and in blatant was currently closing in on you. Jean didn’t stand a chance in gaining your undivided attention until he pissed you off naturally, the likes of which should occur within seconds.

“I hope you’ve disinfected your hands before touching my horse, you damned brat.”

In a wide-mouth glower, you blinked in furious disbelief. You thought that just maybe Kirschtein.

Forgot.

Just who the hell.

He was talking to.

In that type of tone.

Not to mention that he did a really remarkable impersonation of Corporal’s voice, shooting shivering chills along your spine. You applauded that he took his valuable time effectively mock his superior in order to impress you, which was completely idiotic because he remained oblivious of your concealed sentiment for the sable locked male and that, my dear, was the last straw. This boob wished upon a death star and now he’s about to unleash this blackhole.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, you shitty ass horse face!?” You snapped around and stormed dangerously toward your target, slamming your chest into his, piercing your (e/c) spheres through his.

For some apparent reason, his golden eyes seemed to resemble those very onyx shaded orbs you grew accustomed to seeing often and his usual two-toned ashen hair somehow wasn’t rather inky tresses that shaped his much defined face, jaw set firmly in place.

“You wanna repeat that shit to my face, Cadet (l/n)?” those thin lips alarmingly bearing the likes of Corporal’s original ones and posing threat alike. Your knees quaked your whole body at noting how there was an unmistakably prominent detail that not even no one could confuse with anyone else.

Usually towering above you, if Jean ever made it that far without getting battered by a closed fist, and due to your naturally below average height, you’d be right underneath his lime lighted gaze. There had been some absent distance between you two, faces in proximity of each other. In other words, nobody could imitate his lack of height.

This man was definitely the real. Deal.

“C—corporal sir!” you gulped, trying to swallow your bubbling up dread churning in your core being drawn away from his murderous glare. You saluted him in pathetic attempts of redeeming yourself as seen thus far you’ve already did enough damage. “I—I’m so sorry. I—I thought you were—“

“—At ease, cadet.” He sighed monotonously, waving a hand to dismiss the insult.

From your current location, you recognized a rag in his hand which you could safely assume he had been here initiating his painstaking cleaning ritual, which was strange since he’d wait until the stables were completely voided of you and Jean to take the opportunity to redo everything since it hadn’t met his exceptional standards, following by inevitably crossing paths later on, would be when he’d insult your lacking skills that he never failed to confront you two about.

With his nimble worn hands in cleaning and slaying titans, he’s bound to get the job done quicker and more thoroughly than most. And with a quick perception of the vicinity as expected, it shimmered with pristine, every stallion’s coat glistened in a flossy sheen. You were rendered speechless of why he tortured everybody with this burden when he had capability of bearing the weight by himself. He’d be a lot less stressed out if he did.

“I can presume you’re talking about Kirschtein, am I right?” Levi folded his arms, wearing his usual stoic face none of which offered any sign of emotion.

His sudden question threw you off guard a bit, but nevertheless answered hesitantly.

“Y—yeah. I honestly m—mean no disrespect.” You casted a glare off to the black gate which caged a horse in their stall. “I just dislike Jean.”

“Sound more than dislike, cadet.” He indicated in a matter-of-fact tone. “Especially when you came at me the way you did. Like you wanted to rip out my intestines from the insides.”

Literally stifling an explosive laughter, you felt the muscle under your left eye and corner lip switch, almost giving into temptation.

“Well, I believed I had to firmly assert myself due to his incapability to sense a person atmosphere.” You detected undertone laughter by the means of trying to low-key it, however, Levi managed to sense it, arching his eyebrow questioningly in response.

Oh Sugar Honey Ice Tea, I done fucked myself now.

He decided to scoff it off disdainfully.“Whatever, just go.”

“Wha—what?” your mouth flew open in shock. Did he really just let you leave without consequence? Had your desperate cries of pain been heard for what seemed like forever to be received and answered in return??

His visage hardened at your question. “Did I fucking stutter? Don’t question me unless you want that punishment—“

You saluted tensely, furiously shaking your head. “N—no! Thank you very much, sir!”

You didn’t hesitate to breeze past him, anxious whether he’d change his mind. Whatever possessed you and made you turn around to face him observing your retreating figure was beyond comprehension. His blackened eyes narrowed upon seeing that you’d hadn’t gone away like he had hoped.

“The fuck you want now.” Sounded more of a demand than a question in your opinion. Despite that, there had been a niggling uncertainty stored behind your cranium in which you desperately wanted answered.

“U—um, Corporal Sir?” your voice came off as squeaky and conscious, the very opposite of your desired result of straightforwardness. “N—not that I care or anything, but how come Jean hadn’t reported for—“

“—Didn’t I tell you not to question me?” Levi reminded gravely, taking an alarming step forward.
His gesture had you running in fear of your life. Shaking his head at the sight, he let out a tired sigh.

“He’s not you have to worry about soon.”

~*~

As promised you arrived at the mess hall, elated by their presence at your side once more. Luckily it slipped past them of why you’ve been breathing strangely. You all grabbed your lunch before following Armin to an occupied table that consisted of three other people: The potato assassinator along with her mischievous hair ridden accomplice and one notorious of an abnormal infatuation with titans.

Connie being on the side where he caught sight of incoming cadets, recognized your familiar group approaching with a wave, simultaneous effect of forewarning both girls at his table of the anticipated arriving group, turning around and joining with the welcome. Eren and Mikasa sat across from Connie’s side where you and Armin accompanied him all by his lonesome.

Everyone chattered, dining in a merry atmosphere with the exception of Mikasa’s solemn expression sitting itself on her face. Earlier, it seemed like you’d be ready to scarf food down your throat as you originally planned, only for some apparent reason, your appetite numbed in the pit of your stomach, finding yourself picking disinterestedly at your plate, unwavering from engaging in your cheerful conversation. Midst of it, Sasha had been eyeing it longingly from the edge of the bench suddenly pulled you out of your thoughts, pleading to have it. Shrugging with compliance, you were nearly about to slide her the plate of food until a hand came out of nowhere, stopping you from doing so.

“You’re not having my woman starve.”

Shuddering violently at an arm snaking itself around your waist, you instantly detested the voice whose person it belonged to. Your tolerance really was being tested today, but you deemed getting rowdy sounded quite tiresome and decided against it. You let out a prolonged sigh while everyone around you spotted the happening, sweat rolling down their faces with unease.

“Let go, Jean.” You managed a neutral tone before reaching a hand to your waist and pinching the flesh attached to his bony hands. He released you, hissing out from smarting pain, you grin with satisfaction and content you hadn’t flipped out like you normally would’ve. That is until he persisted once more.

“Feisty as ever, babe.” He chuckled, eliminating space between you both, pushing his leg against your hip while getting hella too much comfortable with hugging you. Choking out a surprise gasp, your twitching arms yearned for some clobbering time.

“Get the fuck away from me, bastard.”

“Nah, I like seeing your sexy face when I piss you off.”

“You’re begging for an early funeral aren’t you?”

“I’d gladly die in the hands of my lady.”

“Oh really. Looks like Erwin’s gonna have to file another causality—“

“—(f/n), please don’t! You’ll only get reprimanded for your actions.” Armin begged reaching around Connie to grip your wrist, causing your gaze to snap down at his arm and to his anxious pleading face.

Normally nothing could come in the way of beating Jean into a pitiful pulp he would shortly be reduced to. Except by how Armin’s glistening baby blue eyes shimmered and considering the factor of getting scolded by Levi yet again got the best of you. Drawing out a long sigh, supposed you’d endure it for the remainder of lunch much to your dismay. Jean hummed in satisfaction hauling you into his lap, securing his around your midsection.

“—I knew you come around soon enough, babe.” He breathed into the shell of your ear huskily.
Clenching your hands together, you try to envision yourself compressing his gullet between them to subduing your desperate urge.

“Don’t get too cocky, fucker.” You hissed, disregarding his utter presence to gather your attention on Armin, signifying an approval so that he could set his plan in motion. He reached under his seat and placed a book atop the table.

Everyone blinked, inquiring his eccentric accents carved out on its cover and Gothic letters spelling out a title. He held sat it up and displayed it out to everyone.

Mythology and the Supernatural

“Mythology…?” Eren tilted his head.

“Supernatural??” Hanji mused while rubbing her chin, liking how the word rolled off her tongue, contemplating possibilities of what it could mean. Only moments later, she shrugged in defeat, leaning into the table in interest. “That sounds intriguing. Do fill us in on details.”

“Well, besides titans,” he began, flipping open to a random page and presenting a glowing silhouette  bearing two feathery pearl appendages out its back. Just by looking at it, you could feel a delightful sensation overcome you. “There are other creatures believed to roam the earth, though has remained to be unseen by most people.”

Sasha tapped the page, gnawing down on her lumpy spud. “That’s an angel, right?”

Peering over the book to take a gander, Armin smiled softly and turned the book around, ghosting his hand over his current page.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “They’re personally one of my favorite creatures. And—“

Armin engaged everyone with his fascinating manuscript, going into depth of varies creatures, until you were watched his eased face widen, red rush into his face. He nearly flipped the page when you shot your hand out and flattened it, beholding the picture. Compared to every other picture you inspected, this one managed to shoot a wave of frisson down your spine.

Succubus and Incubus: Sex Demons

Hanji caught sight of the title and leaped across over on his side, snatching it from between his fingers.

“M—major H—Hanji!” Armin cried out, urging her to not read out that humiliating title.

And thus you had a flushing Armin’s face embedded into the wooden table before him, wishing to vaporize and become one with the water cycle, unable to escape this destined fate.

“Incubi and/or Succubi are spiritual entities that appear to humans whilst their sleeping at night, notorious of feeding of their sexual waves of pleasure. In some cases individuals experienced the sensation of being touched because they leave obvious trails behind, indicating their last night’s visit. It comes in either forms of slight bruises, muscle pain, or even heat flashes throughout a person’s day. Furthermore, these people sometimes say that they can take shape and impersonate a loved one, easily feigning their true identity. Uncharacteristic behaviors set apart can help people identify the sex demon. Even…--“

Your brain overwhelmed in response of this presented information, shuddering inwardly. Your friends around you were amused with impish grins at Armin’s shamed reaction, though treating this as a casual thing, you found yourself completely on edge, desperately trying not to steal a glance in Jean’s direction.

You especially had your suspicions with some of these convenient events occurring to you today. When you said you wanted to catch your perpetrator in the act, this hadn’t been what you remotely had in mind. Swarming fear spiked up on your body observing that thin line pull up into a crooked grin, presumably aware of your unsuccessful slyness to watch him. Averting eyes quickly, you were choking on your own fear fizzing up from your core. Nothing never became as clear in all your life as the way it did now.

Jean had indeed been the one and only demon who took advantage of your vulnerability at night and in plain sight. You couldn’t believe how reality hit you in the face with a brick. And the only thing that came to mind was.

RUN.

RUN AWAY.

NOW!!

Launching off his lap, your foot caught the ledge of the bench, causing you to stumble over onto the ground. All startled heads snapped your way, questioning eyes widened with concern. That wretched bastard feigned innocence, taking it upon himself to hurry by your side.

“(f/n), are you okay?!” he inhaled sharply, reaching his hand out to help you only retracting it back, cracking your very own against the flesh of his skin in fretting defense.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME, KIRSCHEIN!” you shrieked, shakily scrambling backwards up until your body abruptly stopped at a familiar sensation churning within the depths of your stomach. It wasn’t long before you hunch over and hurled, unbearable singeing lingered at the back of your throat, after what seemed like never-ending of vomiting upon the floor.

Your friends casted the book aside, encircling yourselves around you, vicious coughing fits ripping your lungs. This sickness was not like any other, for a suffocating tightening overwhelmed your chest, head hitting the ground behind you as your eyesight slowly faded away, a window perceiving the entrance of the mess hall only. Your friends’ panicked cries fell on deaf ears your eyes fluttering lower by each passing second. You were petrified of what was happening to you, fearing that this must be a deathlike experience. What once was felt seemed to dissipate, flow of oxygen rapidly inclining with haste ceasing you’re in midst of your former life review.

Just as you were doing that, a pair of boots proceed inside the rectory and stopped. You mustered up enough strength to gaze upon your last person and memorize their face before you’d inevitably face death.

Needless to say, your (e/c) orbs behold Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, his usual eyes narrowed with bleakness now uncharacteristically widened in shock, trying to perceive the occurrence before him. A gentle smile made its way onto your lips as you found yourself being engulfed with endless darkness.

That’s when a familiar impish smile appeared at the sight of your suffering.

All the pieces are falling right into place.