Anonymous said:
Quick Rivamika scenario: think about Levi and Mikasa in a spud gun competition. Who's winning? Who's behind the idea? Who started flirting? What's he thinking about those shorts she's wearing? How is she distracting him?

wishingred:

So, here is a very quick write-up. To be honest, I am not entirely sure of the rules of spud gun competitions, so I made something up ^^
Thank you for the ask!
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Slap.


That hit him on the lower back and it hurt. She must have been hiding close by. Damn her sense of accuracy and skill. Although, it was he who had taught her how to aim - shoot - and conquer, Levi decided that she was a danger: skilled or unskilled.

He hated having potatoes shot at him but she had guilt-tripped him into a spud gun competition by bringing up all the times he had made her work extra hard at the shooting range and how, now, he was not even conceding to her asking for a chance to practice her skills? The fact that he had a moronic crush on her had nothing to do with his acceptance.

And so he had relented. Which had also been a stupid mistake. Levi did not appreciate the opportunity to berate his own decisions, but he did want to kick himself, she was a trickster and he should have been more careful.

Now here they were, playing - more like hurling potato bits at each other for seemingly no good reason. The fuck. 

While he had dressed up in full gear, she had decided to wear a flimsy shirt and shorts - SHORTS! - to the war. The game. She was a distraction in her own capacity, but the lack of clothing threatened the loss of his grip over sanity. His only grasp of reality was trying to win this. And winning, he was.
He was merciless and had gotten a few shots in, when she had taken to hiding. She was better at stealth and Levi was getting more and more annoyed by the minute. He wanted to finish this and go calm his raging heart and hormones.

He bent around the small pile of boxes to gauge her position, maybe catch her running. And then his countenance changed from annoyed to devilish. He may be her trainer, but there had not been a compelling reason for her to seek him out for this challenge. 

His thoughts had begun to form conclusions, when he caught a glimpse of her hip, darting behind some bushes. Those shorts. He gritted his teeth - she had to be doing this on purpose. And he was going to make sure that he finished this and dragged her back to the range for more practice. Immediately. Two could play at this game, he mused. 

Besides, like hell he would let anyone else see her in those shorts - so even if he hated being pelted with potatoes, he would play with her because.

Well, because only he should be allowed to see her like that.

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Mikasa glimpsed at him, carefully bending around the corner of her hideout. He was deep in thought, good.Sasha was a genius at more than just potatoes. She needed to go along with Sasha to shop for more scandalous clothes.

With that thought she smirked and moved out of her position; it was time to bring this home.

March 11   11♥


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