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"Your cadet corps is insane! What is wrong with them!?"
Shadis sighed. "Was it the argument about fighting a thousand duck-sized titans or one titan-sized duck?"
"What? No…"
"Was it the fact that half of them are convinced that the other half are werewolves?"
"...No, I-"
"Was it Eren and Krista doing their creepy mind-meld thing?"
The Sergeant sighed in defeat. "No."
"Oh… was it-"
"They were talking about how attractive they find the Armored Titan."
Shadis let out a single dry bark of laughter. "Yeah. I ignore those discussions on purpose."
__________Told entirely from outsider POVs: the 104th Cadet Corps is all really bad at keeping secrets from each other. Rated M for Levi's potty mouth. For slightly less crack, just go to the second fic in this series!
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02 Jul 2026
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Cold Hands, Warm Heart by Zizzani
Fandoms: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
28 Feb 2022
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“If the body can’t warm up, then things get uh, b-bad?”
Mobei-jun cuts him a look that’s made for slaughter. “What does that mean?”
“A-ah, it’s called hypothermia, my king.”
“And you die once it happens.”
Again, not a question. “You can.” When Mobei-jun makes an absolutely terrifying face, Shang Qinghua hastens to add, “But not instantly! Y-you can actually recover from it, if the hypothermia doesn’t progress too far.”
“How far?” Mobei-jun growls.
“There are f-f-f-five stages,” Shang Qinghua shivers out, lips numb. “The fifth stage is death.”
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Shang Qinghua and Mobei-jun have their spiritual powers sealed before getting dumped in a white-out snowstorm. Mobei-jun quickly learns that humans are far more susceptible to the cold than he thought.
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His blood yields to her command. Maka could merely outstretch a hand and he'd be steel in her grasp in less than a moment's notice. He knows her ticks, knows her tells; hell, she could quirk her confident grin and he'd already be halfway between boy and scythe. What Maka wants, Maka gets.
And if she wants him pinned between her knees, well, who is he to disobey?
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06 Dec 2025
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Some of the most tender, heartfelt smut ever. It barely felt like smut (in a good way) 10/10 no notes