one-shots | snk/aot

Amidst All Evil - Farlan x Reader

In a world inundated by filth, hatred, cruelty, theft, and loneliness you were able to survive out of a few pieces of bread, a cup of muddy water and a 'house' inside the darkest pantry of a bakery. If you could even call that a 'home'. After choosing to leave Trost and possibly all of those who ever cared about you, these were your living conditions in the underground world. You knew the consequences, yet you came here. For him.

Perhaps this could be called an act of impulse, but there was absolutely nothing that could impede your desire to see him one last time. Of course, there were banners and posters around the villages, warning about the so 'infamous' Farlan Church. But witnessing his face imprinted on a paper wasn't enough.

It all happened during Trost's annual birthday, the whole city was commemorating to the sound of heavy drumming and clapping. Amidst all the vibrant dresses of men and women and all the colorful food tents, you saw him. A slender man with lean shoulders, clothes that seemed to reek of sewers, and a smile that could end the deepest sorrows.

You sought for his grayish eyes as they furtively wandered whereabout. There were two other partners sticking closely by, as the three roamed through the crowd. You struggled to keep up with their pace, until you spotted the same pale haired man stealing a bag of fresh goods from a civilian's back. You were startled, to say the least, at who the man turned out to actually be.

He lifted his sight, his eyes covered by bangs of hair as they rested on yours for a matter of seconds. They seemed extremely cold, yet warm as sizzling butter and there was no denying that the thief standing ahead was tremendously attractive to the point where you'd hold your breath for support.

You remained spellbound, festive instruments clutched in hand as the menacing man took closer steps. Surrounded by the ear-bleeding sound of singing people, he reached close enough to feel your breath hit his neck.

"May I know your name?" His voice melted in your ears in an inexplicable way.

You bit your cheeks before mumbling, "Y/n."

"Y/n, you did not just witness that. Am I clear?"

"Crystal..."

And that was the last you saw of him before he grabbed your hand, lifted it up his face, and softly pressed them against his lips. Threads of a tingling sensation shot up your whole arm that was left numb.

"I hope we can meet again in our dreams, my lovely lady." Oh and you did. Every single night.

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"Hey! Come back here, little c*nt!" The hoarse throat of the soon to be dying baker resonated through the sullied streets. With menacing men at every damn corner and deteriorating bricks falling constantly to the ground, you maneuvered your way in hopes of escaping with a loaf of bread on your arms.

"Don't think I'll let you get away with this! Church, Mognolia help!" His voice kept growing smaller, but at the sound of someone's surname you widened your eyes.

Not daring to look back, you attempted to fasten your bony legs only to end tripping on a lose tile. Eventually, your cheek crashed against the grubby floor as the bread was sent flying. You tried standing up, whilst wincing at the agonizing pain in your left knee after rebating the fall with it.

Your paltry body was immediately lifted and pushed towards a wall with great force. The only worries in mind was that 1. this was definitely the unwisest way of reencountering Farlan 2. there goes your dinner and 3. his touch felt warm.

You groaned, head hung low and back glued to the wall.

"Helping civilians now, huh?" You said.

"What?"

You smirked, lifting your sight and meeting gazes with Farlan for the second time, though it was just as breathtaking as the first. His eyes were like ice cream, even after countless times it still compelled you for more.

"My lovely lady," He whispered, eyes widened as his grip on you grew looser, "What are you doing here?"

Your cheeks were tinted pink as you pondered how exactly did you allow yourself to passionately admire such man. After all, he lived in the subterranean, you were from Trost. He screamed danger, you screamed "help". He was the color red and you were blue, and together you made purple. Which didn't seem to be that bad.

"I was tired. Of only meeting you in my dreams."

"Me too." Farlan said, his low, almost inaudible voice ringed in your ears.

"Alright! What's going on here?" The redheaded woman spoke as you identified her as one of Farlan's friend. A goofy smile played on her lips, her green eyes glinting throughout all the darkness.

They weren't evil. Amidst all the thorns, they were the blooming flowers that lightened your smile.

"Come with us." His hands now gripped your wrists.

"To where?"

"Home." Ah, you missed that word. So you nodded, maybe a bit too much.

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"Who the hell is she? What is she doing here? Why did you bring her here?" Questions were immediately fired as you were brought home by Farlan and his friend, Isabel, by none other than a midget.

"Aniki, this is Farlan's girlfriend~" Isabel said.

"I don't think-" I was about to mumble before the ebony haired man strode to me, his eyes tired and only half open. He carefully scrutinized your body, from the largest strand of hair to your shoeless feet.

The man's menacing stare was slowly but steadily devouring you, until Farlan slithered his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer.

"Levi," The man looked up, "Please?"

Being defended for the first time was quite pleasurable, to know someone made the slightest effort to comfort you. After all, you were the oldest child back in Trost. And seeing Farlan, the man you possibly loved, do this was incredibly heart warming.

It was settled, you'd live together with the squad with the condition of receiving cleaning duties and eventually learning to how at least battle with knives. This basic routine kept working for months and it was manageable with the company of Farlan and Isabel.

You had learned a whole lot about the underground's system, ways, and rules. Living seemed more bearable, regardless of all its cons including Levi's freaky habit with cleanliness. But your time with the three was near its end, soon enough they'd be leaving to join the Survey Corps for reasons unknown.

"I'll come back, and by that time we'll have a house up there," Farlan said, holding your hands and looking upwards. You had barely met Farlan, for only months. And you weren't quite keen to letting him go again.

But you trusted him, his words seemed assuring and just like the first time, there'd surely be a third time.

"I'll be waiting." You inundated yourself inside his warm chest, seeking a comfort only he could spare. And surely enough, Farlan hugged back, roaming his hands on your small back, smelling in your calming scent. His nose tickled the skin of your neck as pleasure rose throughout your entire body.

His gentleness, softness, and love. You couldn't attain enough of him in only a few months.

He craned his neck, lowering towards your face as his heavy breathing hit your red cheeks. The way he breathed, talked, held you... it drove you insane. Your lips quivered as he slightly brushed his mouth against them.

"Can I?" He asked, his eyes perforating right through you, only allowing you to slowly nod. It felt like a billion pillows filled with feathers kept hitting your lips, except they were sweet. As he kissed away your worries and thoughts, his soft and plum lips felt fulfilling and promising.

But he didn't come back.

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Farlan, come back. *does Rose's voice from Titanic*

I miss him so much goddamn. Don't even mention Isabel, holy shit.

I hope you liked this request, even though it seemed a bit sloppy to me.