Bertolt | Notes from a Magpie Part 4/4 by WindMeister8, literature
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Bertolt | Notes from a Magpie Part 4/4
(AU Note: Listen to this for maximum effect)
(Christmas Eve)
Dear Mr. Giraffe,
I’m sorry I judged you for what you did. You’re not to blame. Just like me, you’re a victim of this merciless war. I too thought I was helping the Eldian people. I thought what I was doing meant something. I thought I meant something. Evidently not. I’m just collateral damage in the great scheme of things. I don’t have a purpose, I don’t know what I’m meant for. But I do know what to do next.
Goodbye, Mr. Giraffe.
From Magpie.
~ ~ ~
Thrown out onto the road by an irate old Eldian man, Hoover brushed the dirt off his
Bertolt | Notes from a Magpie Part 3/4 by WindMeister8, literature
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Bertolt | Notes from a Magpie Part 3/4
(1 day before Christmas Eve)
Magpie,
I am beginning to think this is an endless cycle. If we kill our enemies today, another one rises from their ashes. I realized today that I don't have the power to protect everyone. I am too weak for that. But if I can just protect one person, if I can just protect you, that would be enough for me. I will do everything within my power for you, if you would let me. But I am afraid that will never happen.
Giraffe.
~ ~ ~
“It’s not fair.”
She looked out the window of her apartment with a glare. The cold metal of the phone pressed against her ear with one hand, the other gripped a stack
Bertolt | Notes from a Magpie Part 2/4 by WindMeister8, literature
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Bertolt | Notes from a Magpie Part 2/4
(6 days before Christmas Eve)
My dear magpie:
I’m sorry I didn’t have the time to continue our little chess game. Work has gotten busier and while it has been taxing on me physically, it’s the emotional stress that has gotten to me.
You said in your last letter that it must be nice that I have a sense of purpose. But honestly, I don’t. I tried hiding the truth from you but the burden of my guilt sits too heavy on my shoulders. I didn’t lie when I said I believe that what I’m doing is for the good of Eldians. But the truth is I didn’t make a conscious decision to enter this line of work. I try despe
Bertolt | Notes from a Magpie Part 1/4 by WindMeister8, literature
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Bertolt | Notes from a Magpie Part 1/4
To my dearest magpie,
Good move of your bishop there. You’re learning fast! But what will you do now?
Rook to bishop four.
Are you preparing your little stomach for Christmas? I know there’s not much to feast on what with the ongoing rations but I hope you eat well and keep yourself warm. Since I can’t be there for you, I wish for someone to be by your side if only to make sure you’re taking good care of yourself.
Also, yes. I’m a native Eldian. I’m a little embarrassed that you could tell that by my terrible Yadish script actually! And it’s understandable to be cautious, I would too. I guess one w
If there was a worse time to be trapped in a car, it was now. Stuck on a desolate road far away from the town, the occupants of the black sedan shivered as the temperature dipped later into the night. A single lamppost threw a warm light into the interior, illuminating the man and woman seated in front.
“Come fast, yeah,” (F/N) breathed out before hanging up. She turned to the black haired male beside her. “Eren and Jean said they’ll come and pick us up now.”
Levi scoffed. “Presuming they don’t beat each other up on the way here.”
(F/N) laughed, although it quickly turned into a hacking cough
Levi x Reader - Forced Coincidence by WindMeister8, literature
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Levi x Reader - Forced Coincidence
Like something out of a black and white romance film, the night scene was painted by dim street lighting and a secluded bridge with the main characters taking center stage. They stood facing each other on the pavement, the city lights from afar casting a warm silhouette on them.
It was clear to any observant eye that they were in the midst of a lover’s fight, unwilling to put down their pride and reconcile their misunderstandings. Nothing could change their stance in the matter.
Except maybe…
“(F/N), do you copy?” The static crackle of the radio shattered the silence of the night. Shook out of her lazy slump, the wo
