"Commander! Commander!", some cadet breathed heavily. The commander looked up from his papers.
It seemed that the boy had run all the way to his office. He really was excited.
"What is it, cadet?", the stern commander asked the boy and his hand went through his blonde hair.
The cadet saluted and started to speak:"There is a fight a-", "Where?", Erwin jnterrupted the smaller male and stood up quickly.
"In the dining room, sir", the cadet said and followed his superior confused to the said room.
It was obviously that there was a fight. A woman cursed like a real seaman in a loud voice and some things crashed and others were thrown out of the ro
Erwin Smith wasn’t sure how much more of this he was able to take. Day after day, he had to watch as the object of his affection, (y/n) (l/n), be the target of Jean’s flirtatious ways. (y/n) was a bright squad leader, a very young one at that, so she easily got along better with the cadets then any other squad leader around. He was proud with the way she handled the cadets, firmly yet kindly at the same time. Although, he felt like there were times when she was too kind, like not scolding Jean for disorderly conduct whenever he would flirt with her. She’s just giggle, tell him “thanks,” and go on with whatever sh
'The Visitor' - [Jean x Mermaid!Reader, Modern AU] by cherrypikkins, literature
Literature
'The Visitor' - [Jean x Mermaid!Reader, Modern AU]
---'The Visitor': Jean x Mermaid!Reader---
Author's notes: Modernish AU in which Jean is an ordinary teen, Reader is a mermaid, and Trost is a seaside town. Fluff and hilarity ensues. Probably just a one-shot. Warnings for cussing. Written from Jean's point of view.
Hope you enjoy!
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I've lived here for as long as I can remember. That being said, I've also hated this place for that same length of time. If you could point out to me the most interesting place on the map, I guarantee you that Trost would be on the opposite side of the globe. It's a backwater coastal town out in the boonies, with a population barely reaching the hun
One Dance ..:Levi x Reader:.. by Brigette-Writes, literature
Literature
One Dance ..:Levi x Reader:..
Baby, I like your style
The booming music from the two story tall speakers seemed to take a hold of you. You sensually swung your hips, letting the bass line dictate where you need to move. Moving your hands above your head, you run them through your hair in a seductive move. The only person you were intent on giving pleasure to tonight was yourself.
It had been a hard week for you and both you and your friends decided that a club run was needed.
Monday you had quit your job. Your boss had been giving you all the work and lazing around himself. Despite many complaints to the higher ups, nothing changed. So you said enough was enough and y