bonfire128

I have decided to start writing JJBA x readers. Whoo....? I might change my mind. Don't get your hopes up if I'm not the dream writer y'all have been looking for, but request away because I have no life.

You shivered and wrapped your Scouting Legion cloak more tightly around your shoulders. You weren't sure what was more the cause of your sudden discomfort - the cold November air that inevitably seeped its way into the HQ, or the echo caused by your footfalls in the stone dormitory hallway. Normally, you wouldn't mind the quiet. Between the new recruits you train daily and the seemingly endless stream of tasks you receive from Erwin, you would relish the few moments of peace you could manage to find. Tonight, though, the quiet only served as a painful reminder to the many previously-occupied dorm rooms that now were empty. You passed one of

Pawing the ground impatiently, your horse rears its head and takes a couple of steps back when Levi approaches him. The large animal snorts, nostrils flaring when the short man in front of him reaches around his neck to grab the reins. You knew better than to say anything – what Levi wanted, he did. No words necessary. Frustrating as it may be, you knew it was best not to get on his nerves this early in the morning, especially considering the way he snapped at your squad leader earlier when the man tried to splash a bucket of water on him. Granted, he got you and Isabel – not that you were proud of that or anything – but yo

Sweat drips from your brow to the cuts marring your skin. You’re sure that you have at least ten scratches on your face, if not more, and it was a wonder how your clothes weren’t ripped to shreds at this point. Levi was relentless with his attacks, and you were almost convinced he wasn’t human. Six hours. You had been fighting him for six hours now and he still looked fine. No scratches, no dirt, and no signs of fatigue. In your current state, you were too tired to even envy him. “Oof!” He knocks you down while your mind’s wandering, and as comfortable as the dirt cushion is, you still struggle to get bac

“Wh-whoa!” you let out a low yelp as you are thrown off the horse for the umpteenth time. You huff irritably, standing up and brushing the dirt from your pants as Isabel laughs loudly at your failure. “C’mon [First], it can’t be that hard, can it?” she mocks, jumping off her own horse to stand beside you. “How do you make it look so easy?” you ask in disbelief. Isabel grins at you but says nothing more, and that’s when Farlan and Levi approach. “Isabel’s always had a thing with animals,” Farlan chimes in, apparently having heard your conversation. “It’s one

You don’t thank the soldier as he leaves, waiting for him to turn the corner before you turn the knob. Just as you enter the room, the other door swings open and Levi steps in. “Levi?” you take a step closer but stop when your eyes drop to the object in his hand. Although it was wrapped in white linen, you can clearly see the blood staining the cloth. And upon closer inspection, you see that he’s holding a pocketknife. “Levi, [First], you’re back,” Farlan pokes his head out from the bedroom before you can ask whose blood it is. Farlan looks at you when you don’t respond, and noticing your gaze

You bristle at the sight of the four ends of a rifle being pointed at you, glaring at the cool-headed male in the center. With a wave of his hand, the soldiers lower their weapons, although one wrong move would have you shot in a second. “At ease. I won’t hurt you.” You snort, your eyes making a quick sweep over his small band of soldiers. “Could have fooled me.” You see the corner of his mouth twitch, but that only makes your anger for him burn even more. After what he pulled back there…there was no chance in hell you were going to ever forgive him. “Leave us,” he commands. The four men do

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, unable to look Levi in the eye. Like Isabel, he’s gazing out the window, but where she’s looking in awe, he’s regarding the streets in silent distaste and possible discomfort. Guilt slaps you in the face when you realize it’s all your fault. Had you not acted on impulse, you could have saved them and avoided capture. You bite your lower lip, drawing a prick of blood. “Don’t be,” Farlan reassures from his seat across you. “It’s not your fault, [First]. We would have been captured anyway, and if you hadn’t come running along, we would have be

You fist the covers and pull it over your mouth, shivering. The cold is starting to seep through the blanket, and despite your body forming a ball, it’s still cold. You let out a huff of annoyance, and your eyes shoot open. Isabel is resting peacefully beside you, and Farlan has his back turned to her. The steady rise and fall of his shoulders tells you that he’s sleeping as well. If only I could sleep insouciantly like them. You muse to yourself, turning so that you are facing away from them. You expect to see Levi’s back, but you are met with nothing but the rumpled sheets where he once slept. Gingerly, you roll onto your