TheFireflyFromHell

Want to know a secret? Demons are real. Oh yeah. Angels, too – but we demons don’t like to talk about them. There’s only one Angel I take seriously, anyways (Mikasa – what a babe). Both of our species walk among humans; you might be able to see us and you might not, it all depends on you. Some humans have a sort of sixth sense, but they fail to realise it, even as we walk past them under the guise of being mere mortals. To tell you the truth, even I can’t tell the difference between angels, demons and humans sometimes. Don’t judge – it’s hard to recognise an angel without those cute-yet-lethal

“[Y/N]. [Y/N]? Pay attention to me!” Eren pouts, pulling you away from your current daydream. You smile sheepishly as you turn to face your husband properly, knowing that ignoring Eren isn’t fair to him – especially since it’s the first alone time you’ve had with each other in weeks. He works in the daytime and your occupation as a professional singer only demands you at night, which works perfectly in regards to who looks after your children; Armin and Mikasa. But right now, your best friend Sasha is taking care of them, you’ve managed to take the night off and somehow Eren has managed to drag you

This is it; you’re finally here. The application process, the whole moving across two states thing and trying to find somewhere to live with your best friend Christa has been more than stressful, but all that you can think is that it has definitely been more than worth it as you stand in front of the welcoming gates of Trost University. You sigh dreamily, causing Christa to smirk at you. “Do you two need a moment alone?” You glare at her, lifting your chin haughtily. “No, Miss I-can’t-stop-staring-at-Ymir’s-ass.” She laughs, tugging on your satchel. “Hurry up then, [Y/N]! Oh wow, I can’

“… I would now like to invite Miss [Y/N] Ackerman to say a few words.” Murmurs ripple throughout the crowd like a wave as you rise, adjusting your cape and picking up the all too familiar Survey Corps patch from the unoccupied seat next to you. It shouldn’t be empty, but it is. The walk to the podium isn’t very far from your front row spot, but you hurry anyways, wanting to get this over and done with as soon as possible. In your mind, you attempt to go through your speech again but all you can bring yourself to think about is keeping your chin up and ways to get through the speech without blubbering like a us

When you wake, the first thing you hear is machinery. There’s a constant beeping noise that’s resonating quietly in your ears and when you finally open your eyes, the light that they take in is blinding and white. As you feel the cool metal of the table you’re lying on, you can’t help but to wonder if you’re in an operating room. You sit up and consequently sway for a second as you attain your balance, looking around you. You are not at all where you were expecting to be – instead, you are located in some kind of laboratory. It is an unfamiliar room filled with machines, equipment and papers full of detail

“Dammit Bertholdt, why can’t you just do it yourself?!” Your brother whisper-yells furiously at his friend, who is sitting next to him behind the coffee table of your living room. You raise an eyebrow, unsure if your brother knows that even at his abnormally quiet tones; you can still hear him talk to Bertholdt. …Probably not. You’ve just finished playing another round of Mario Kart with your brother Reiner and his friend Bertholdt (yet another conclusion in which where Reiner has barely beaten you) and you had been just about to stand up in order to get the three of you some snacks when Bertholdt passed his pho

I am going to strangle every last one of those bratty soldiers. They call that stable clean? Tch, Jaeger’s had a terrible influence on them. Levi stalked down the corridors of the Recon Corps HQ in an absolutely vile mood after discovering that the stables hadn’t been scrubbed to his satisfaction. He’d have to have a talk to Erwin about the cleaning standards of soldiers and get them all to step up their games or so help him; he’d personally poison them with soap water. At least their deaths would be clean, in a sense. I bet even Petra could clean better- He stopped in his tracks (both physically and mentally) at t

Foreword: I gave the city the dumbest name ever. I realise. I apologise. Living in Fort Titan has been anything but easy for Levi Ackerman. With the distinct social classes, heavy oppression and the cruel way one has to claw their way to the top, he’s surprised that he’s even managed to make a name for himself after his infamous past. Fort Titan is comprised of three Districts; if you’re lucky enough to get out of one, you end up stuck in another (unless you’re in District Sina – no one ever wants to leave that place). The poorest District is Maria – at least, it was the poorest until it was abandoned fiv

Warnings: Character death, (implied?) mentions of drug use, swearing. You had realised what happened as soon as the door had been slammed shut several hours ago. The abandoned house you and Levi had entered dwarfed everything else on the street and it only helped make you feel smaller. If you were ever asked about it in the future, you would not mention the blood, or the tears that were shed during those hours with Levi. No; the only detail you would spare was that the scent of lavender in the upstairs bedroom was overwhelming. Strong scents like that were an unfamiliar luxury to you, considering you had spent the last six months surro

WARNINGS FOR SUICIDE/MENTAL INSTABILITY TRIGGERS. Knock knock knock. “Eren?” “Come on, Jaeger, you’re going to make us all late.” The year is 874. Eren Jaeger (along with many of his comrades from the Survey Corps) has finally succeeded in his personal, as well as humanity’s age-old goal aiming towards eradicating all titans and exhuming the human race – as well as its dignity. To tear down the suffocating walls that once trapped humanity like cattle and to finally be free. He stares at his reflection in the mirror resting against the wall, needlessly straightening his tie and looking around his n