The Art of Mischief| Levi x Reader x Erwin

The cold rain soaking wet your clothes, your fingers stiff but gripping tightly around your gun suddenly so heavy after countless hours into sneaking on your knees through mud, dilapidated houses full of mold, and Titans in every direction. You can die a thousand different ways. You could die right now. You can see your breath when you struggle for air, you're scared they're gonna see it, you're scared they're going to hear your heart pounding in your sore chest. You stay in the rain, curled up, squeezing your gun.

You don't know if you are brave enough to keep going.
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"We all had to go through the same training! Yet you're asking us to accept CRIMINALS into our ranks?!"

"Flagon you ugly big nosed fuck listen up cause I don't like repeating myself. I don't care what you think of me, and I don't care if you talk shit behind my back because, in the end, you'll be the one wasting your own damn time."