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Levi's Horrible Flirting Skills! Ch.11

Summary: Levi had always been socially constipated, or at least that's how Hange referred to him. He hates attending social events, being forced to meet new people, and overall, he's not the most charming person in the room. He'll have to make a tremendous effort when he meets, for the first time, a girl he wants to call his own. Follow Levi's awkward attempts to win the reader over.

(This story is mostly pure fun, with little to no seriousness in it.)

Masterlist to all the other parts!

"Tch." Levi walked down the cobblestone streets, his jacket slung over his shoulder, the night air warm and filled with the fading echoes of festivities. The stars glittered above, their brilliance almost drowned out by the city's dimming lights. He avoided eye contact, rolling his eyes at the pointed comment, feeling the call-out was entirely unnecessary.

“Shame, shame on you,” Erwin’s deep voice reverberated in the empty street. The commander and Hange stood by a nearby gate, both awaiting a cart to take them home. Erwin's icy blue gaze was fixed on Levi’s head, as if trying to will him into submission through sheer scrutiny.

But Levi, ever unbothered, leaned back against the wrought-iron gates of the manor where the party had been held, content to wait in silence.

Hange, unable to contain themselves, giggled beside Erwin. “What’s with the long face, Levi?” they teased, reaching out to poke at Levi’s sides in an attempt to draw a reaction.

Levi shot them a withering glance, raising a single eyebrow but maintaining his stoic facade. “And you? I didn’t see you all night. What hole did you crawl into, four eyes?”

Hange’s smile faltered, their usual cheer dimming as they leaned back against the gate. “None of your business,” they muttered, crossing their arms defensively.

“That’s what I thought,” Levi murmured, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “There’s honour among thieves, right?”

The cart finally rolled up, the sound of its wheels breaking the silence. Erwin let out a long-suffering sigh, clicking his tongue in disapproval. “You two are incorrigible,” he muttered, sounding like a weary parent at the end of their rope. “I swear, I’m not taking you two anywhere ever again.”

Hange broke into laughter again, but Levi nudged them, their voice laced with mock seriousness. “And who else are you going to bring? We’re the only ones left,” they quipped, before Hange’s chuckles burst into full-blown laughter at the absurdity of their own joke.

Levi had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing, his hand covering his eyes as he struggled to maintain his composure in front of his superior.

—

Levi finished saddling his horse, meticulously preparing his equipment for the upcoming expedition. He moved with precision, checking the horse’s hooves to ensure everything was in perfect condition; the animal was his trusted companion into battle, and no detail could be overlooked. He was nearly done when Hange rushed over, their steps hurried and chaotic, papers and blueprints haphazardly clutched under one arm. They were clearly late, scrambling to finish preparations.

“Erwin got mad for real this time,” Hange blurted out, still catching their breath from running around with the last-minute tasks that had piled up on them.

Levi glanced up, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “I told you not to press your luck that night,” he said, tightening the straps on his saddle without missing a beat.

Hange huffed, shuffling through their papers. “Oh, please. Like you’re one to talk,”

The two fell into step beside their horses, the steady clatter of hooves on the cobblestones mingling with the sounds of soldiers readying for the march. They moved purposefully through the city, navigating the controlled chaos as soldiers took their positions. The massive gates loomed ahead, towering and imposing, the final barrier between the city’s safety and the uncertainty beyond.

Levi walked alongside his horse; his gaze fixed ahead. As they approached the gates, he was just about to mount when a familiar tug on his jacket stopped him. Usually, citizens knew better than to get that close. Perhaps kids could get a bit excited, but everyone generally respected the formation. He turned, finding Y/N slipping through the crowd to reach him.

Pushing through the crowd with a sense of urgency, Y/N finally reached Levi. “Hey,” she said, a bit breathless, as she stepped into his personal space.

Levi, momentarily stunned, managed to echo her greeting with a dazed, “Hey.” His hand still gripped the reins of his horse, which shifted slightly, sensing the tension.

“I…” she began, searching for the right words. “I thought I should come by and wish you luck.”

The moment hung awkwardly between them, both unsure of how to proceed. They were like two people trying to navigate a conversation where the rules were unclear, both wary of overstepping boundaries.

Levi’s attention shifted as he glanced at the formation of his squad, the urgency of their departure pressing on him. “Thanks,” he said, his voice softening slightly, though his focus remained on the task at hand. “I don’t have much time.”

‘How is this done? Do I... like, kiss her here or...?’

‘No, the last thing I need is my cadets seeing me kiss her. I’ll never hear the end of it. Too much PDA for me, no thanks.’

Y/N, sensing the awkwardness, fumbled with the package she had brought. “I—I didn’t know what to get you, but I thought this might be nice.” She pushed the makeshift bundle into his hands, her fingers brushing his.

Levi looked down at the bundle, then back at her. His usually guarded expression softened ever so slightly. He accepted the package, his grip lingering for a brief moment of silent gratitude. The weight of the gift felt both tangible and symbolic.

Around them, the few remaining citizens cast curious glances, especially other women who watched with interest. Levi, uncomfortable with the display of affection, tried to smooth over the awkwardness.

“Thanks,” he said, his voice sincere and low. He tucked the bundle into his saddlebag with meticulous care, as if securing it was as important as his weapons. “I’ll see you when I get back.”

Y/N nodded, her gaze following him as he prepared to mount his horse. She could feel the eyes on her, the whispers and murmurs, and exchanged a few sharp glances with the group of girls nearby. Then, with a determined tug on his cloak, she forced him to turn around.

Gripping his forearm, she leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. “I’ll be here, so don’t keep me waiting.”

Levi stiffened at the unexpected gesture, unsure how to react. After a moment’s pause, he gave a curt nod. “I’ll come back.”

He turned his attention back to the slowly opening gates, nudging his horse forward with a firm resolve. As the city’s lights faded behind him, the cool night air enveloped him.

Later, around the campfire, Levi sat on an improvised seat, the tired soldiers gathered around as the night grew darker. With the titan movements lessening without the daylight, Levi pulled out the container from his saddlebag. The package rested between his parted legs and stained white trousers from all the heavy work as the formation tried to reach forward on titan’s territory. The sight of the sandwiches, reminiscent of those from their second date, brought a rare smile to his face.

‘I sold my dignity to land a girlfriend and crawled back to her like an idiot with no self-respect... for this,’ he mused, reaching for a sandwich and savouring the taste. ‘... worth it.’

Just as he was about to take another bite, a hand snaked out, trying to grab a piece from the untouched portions. With his sharp reflexes, Levi snatched the hand away before lifting the container out of reach.

“Ow!” Hange pouted, nursing their now-sore hand. “Come on, you’re not going to eat all that. Give me a piece.”

With his mouth full, Levi mumbled, “Get your own wifey.”

Levi had always been dedicated to his cause, to their cause as Scouts. He had always given his best in every expedition, no exceptions. But as he sliced through the nape of a Titan and landed effortlessly on a tree branch, he couldn’t deny that the memory of her starry eyes looking into his, promising to wait, was replaying in his mind.

‘There’s no way I’m not returning.’

Though he tried to be understanding— she has a job... and three fat little furballs to look after —there was an underlying hope that when he returned, she would be there. Despite their frustratingly interrupted encounter, her coming to see him off had stirred a sense of vulnerability in him that he didn’t fully understand. He didn’t particularly enjoy it, but he didn’t hate it either.

‘That was so fucking awkward.’

‘...hope she does it more often.’

It was rewarding, for once, that she was the one taking active steps. ‘Did I really nail it? Are we... together, together?’ While a small part of him was celebrating— Yes, it’s happening —that euphoric feeling was overshadowed by the thought, ‘Now I’ve got to make it last.’

Levi sighed deeply as his name was called from another part of the formation. Scratching his undercut, he scoffed to himself, amused by the thought, ‘If that stupid moron Nile, whose brain is as thin as his mustache, managed to get a wife and three kids, keeping a girl can’t be that hard. Just don’t be an asshole, I suppose.’

The expedition had been grueling, and by the time they returned, the soldiers were battered, exhausted, and heavy with the losses they had endured. The city gates opened to receive them, but there was no fanfare—only the quiet murmur of the public disapproval.

Levi dismounted his horse with a weary grace, his movements stiff from days in the saddle. He noticed the makeshift infirmary set up just beyond the gates, a stark reminder of the cost of their mission. Wounded soldiers lay on cots, some groaning in pain while others remained eerily silent. The scene was all too familiar, yet no less sobering.

Levi paused, his heart skipping a beat when he caught sight of her. She had volunteered before but somehow it felt different this time. There was something about seeing her in this role—so capable.

He cleared his throat and approached, but the words he had planned to say vanished as soon as she looked up and met his gaze. Her eyes widened, relief and worry mingling in their depths.

“Levi,” she breathed, standing up. “You’re back.”

He nodded, struggling to find his voice. “I’m back.” His body tensed as her arms enveloped him. His hands instinctively moved to her forearms, almost ready to push her off.

‘Don’t—’

He warned himself internally, but he avoided making eye contact with the other medical staff who were watching them. ‘I’ll have to get used to this, or I’ll keep looking like a possum that froze in place to avoid death.’

As she parted, her eyes traced over his figure, searching for any sign of injury.

Levi shrugged off her scrutiny with a sharp “I’m fine. Just tired.”

She did a quick check on her coworkers that with a single glance reassure her that they could take care of the situation on their own.

Levi shifted his weight, unsure of what to say but feeling the need to bridge the awkwardness. “Those sandwiches came in handy,” he admitted, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“I’m glad they were useful,” she said, “I can make more next time.”

‘Next time,’

“I volunteered to help at the surgery tent since I figured I might stay behind,” she commented casually, without rush or fear.

“Stay behind?”

A little giggle escaped her lips before she pressed them together, blushing slightly. “I mean, if you want me to stay.”

“Ah, yes. Sure,” he replied almost immediately.

‘For that, you’re rather quick, aren’t you? Asshole.’

It came so naturally from her. ‘ Four-Eyes was right; if we have kids and they turn out charismatic, they definitely didn’t get it from me.’

“Did you bring anything?” His eyes scanned the area. “I’ll take it to the office for safekeeping. There are a lot of unfamiliar people walking around the camp.”

“Oh, sure! It’s in the main tent, a burgundy bag.”

Levi froze, hoping his usual stoic expression would hide the confusion he felt. “...Right.”

‘What the hell is burgundy?’

“It’s a purplish dark red bag,” she clarified, and Levi nodded, accepting the hint but also realizing she probably noticed he had no idea what she was talking about.

Before he could say more, one of the medics called her over, and Y/N was needed again. She gave him a quick, apologetic look, her duty calling her back. “I have to—”

“I know,” Levi cut in, nodding. “Do your thing.”

—

“I should have tidied up.”

The thought would probably sound ridiculous to anyone who could hear him muttering and grumbling to himself; his chambers were spotless. They were always spotless. But as he walked around, making slight adjustments that only he would notice, there was an anxious energy buzzing under his calm demeanor. He had already showered and changed into a fresh uniform, his hair still slightly damp, and the scent of soap lingered faintly in the air.

If his place was dirty, what hope was there for Hange’s?

‘Should I have done more? Lit a candle or something?’

It was a ridiculous thought, one he quickly dismissed with a shake of his head. ‘ No, that’s stupid,’

But as he organized his quarters and took care of the soldiers who had survived, Levi spotted Jean and Eren arguing near a stack of crates. Their voices were low, but the tension between them was evident. Before either of them could react, Levi was upon them, grabbing them both by the collars of their jackets and yanking them close, forcing both teens to bend as he kept their heads under his arms.

“You two idiots,” Levi hissed, his voice a dangerous whisper. “I don’t care what petty nonsense you’re bickering about. You or the rest of the team. I’m going to say this once, so clean out your filthy ears.”

Jean and Eren, both startled and slightly terrified, nodded in unison.

“After dinner, my chambers are off-limits, understood?”

“Y-yes, sir,” Eren replied, terrified. But Jean whispered, “Why? What happens tonight?”

Levi’s death glare was enough to shut the other teen up quickly and kill any further questions. “Whatever happens after that time, I don’t care if one of you contracts the Black Plague, the Colossal Titan breaks through the wall again, or you lose a limb. If you interrupt me, I’ll kick your asses so badly you’ll forget sitting was an option. Now pass the message to the rest.”

Levi released them with a sharp push, causing them to stumble back. “Oi, best behaviour during dinner,” he ordered, and both nodded enthusiastically.

“What happens at dinner?” Levi could hear Jean whispering to Eren as he walked away.

—

“May I take a shower?” She asked as her heels echoed against the office’s wood planks.

“A part of me was hoping you’d keep the uniform on,” Levi teased, his voice dropping to a low murmur. As he closed the door behind him and the scrutiny of other’s finished, Levi didn’t anything holding him back.

She stopped, a grin spreading across her face as she turned to face him. “Is that a kink of yours?” she asked, her tone smooth and teasing.

Levi felt a rare warmth spread through his chest. “It wasn’t,” he admitted, taking a step closer to her, “until I saw you in it.”

Her chuckle was soft, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, brushing her fingers lightly over his arm as she walked past him towards the bathroom.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” she said, turning towards her bag. “I actually have a surprise for you.”

Levi’s eyebrows raised slightly in curiosity as she rummaged through the bag.

‘A gift? For me? … Pink lingerie. She knows me so well,’

A moment later, she pulled out a small, beautifully wrapped package. She held it out to him, her eyes watching his reaction carefully.

He took the package, his fingers brushing against the smooth wrapping. “What’s this?” he asked, already feeling the slight weight of it in his hand.

“Open it,” she urged, her voice tinged with excitement.

Levi carefully unwrapped the package, revealing a metal box with an intricately designed label. He recognized the brand—it was a high-quality tea, the kind he seldom allowed himself to indulge in. The metallic glint of the box caught the light, and for a moment, he simply stared at it.

‘Well... she does know me well but in other departments’

“My friends brought it back as a ‘we’re sorry’ gift,” she explained. “I thought you might like it—they asked me what they should get you.”

He opened the box, the faint, earthy scent of the tea leaves rising up to meet him. “This shit is expensive,” Levi said, looking back at her, dubious.

“Well, let's just say you’re not the only one who finds the uniforms pretty,” she joked. “The employee at the shop also thinks it looks great on my friend.”

Seizing his opportunity as she turned to head to the bathroom, Levi's hands found their way to her hips, guiding her back toward him with a firm grip. The sudden movement pressed him against the edge of his desk, but he didn’t care. His lips captured hers in a swift, fervent kiss, driven by the impulse of the moment. If he couldn’t find the words to tell her how he’d been counting the days and the miles just to have her close again, he’d show her instead.

Levi's hands roamed freely, exploring the curve of her waist and tracing the outline of her back with a possessiveness that surprised even him. His lips were insistent against hers, and she could feel the soft brush of his hair against her face. She chuckled and turned her head to the side, but as the kiss broke, he began to trail kisses down her jaw, his hands continuing their exploration over the curves of her body.

“Ah—Lev, wait,” she said, her hands gripping his shoulders to slow the onslaught. “The shower.”

“Yeah, we can do it there later too,” he joked, completely ignoring the real reason behind her words.

His curious right hand traveled downward, slipping beneath the skirt of her uniform and testing the limits of the tights she wore underneath. His fingers—index and middle—slid along the side of her leg, finding their way under the fabric, which stretched slightly as his hand gripped her thigh.

She moaned into their shared, sloppy kisses, his other hand moving to the back of her head, pulling her closer as they tilted to deepen the contact. Her half-lidded eyes fixed on his reddened lips, their breaths mingling in the scant space between them.

Levi’s hands reached forward, eager to capture her lips again, but she leaned back. “My uniform is dirty,” she insisted, her voice a breathy protest. “I’ve been working all day.”

His hands roamed over her, gripping every inch he could reach. “I don’t mind getting filthy if it’s for a good reason,” he replied, pulling back just enough to lock eyes with her. “Besides, what’s the point of having a nurse girlfriend if I can’t enjoy taking the damn uniform off you, huh?”

Levi leaned forward, sucking along the edge of her jawline. “Ah-” a soft gasp escaped her as she instinctively tilted her head, granting him more space to explore. Her eyes fluttered shut, losing herself in the sensation of his rough, calloused hands moving over her clothes.

He turned her around swiftly, pressing her body firmly against the edge of the desk, trapping her between the solid wood and his weight. The office had dimmed, the setting sun casting long shadows as it disappeared over the horizon. No one was left on the training grounds; they were utterly alone. The absence of prying eyes gave her a sense of freedom as he pushed her further onto the desk, his hands deftly working the tiny white buttons of her uniform. He stopped midway, the gap just wide enough for him to slip his hand beneath the fabric, savouring the warmth of her waist as he squeezed possessively.

His grip shifted to her ass, pulling her closer and lifting her slightly onto the desk. “HMP!” a soft yelp was quickly swallowed by his kiss. The cool surface of the desk beneath her was a stark contrast. Persistent lips sucked her collarbones, bite marks slowly turning into shades of purple as he descended.

He trailed kisses down her body, the sensation of his teeth grazing her skin sending shivers down her spine.

As he pushed her bra up, her nipples peaked, hardening under the cool air of the room. Levi's hands roamed, one gripping her ass. Then he leaned in, taking one bud into his mouth, suckling it gently. Her breath hitched; hands moved to undo the upper part of her dress but Levi stopped it.

Levi stopped her, his voice rough as he muttered against her skin, "I want to fuck you in it."

She smirked, her hair sticking to her forehead as she glanced down at him. His dark hair was a striking contrast against her uniform. Moving her leg up, still clad in her heels, the sole of it landed on his chest and pushed him backwards.

He blinked, momentarily confused, but his hands quickly moved to grasp her ankle, his thumb tracing the edge of her shoe with a teasing touch. Her cheeky smile as she playfully said, "At least take the tights off. I'm boiling in them."

The view from below was more than pleasing. Levi's eyes darkened with desire as he held her extended leg, his fingers sliding over the smooth velvet fabric. His attention shifted upward, fingers hooking onto the edge of her heel before carefully setting it aside. His eyes traced the shine of the thighs upwards as he finally locked eyes with the subtle switch of colour of her underwear under the tights. It became more and more exposed as her skirt bunched up around the desk and Levi, with a firm grip on her ankle, pushed her leg apart and rested it over his shoulder.

His lips quirked into a small smile, his hands savouring every inch of her as they travelled up her leg. "Are you hot? Are you melting?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.

His lips quirked into a small smile, his hands savouring every inch of her as they travelled up her leg. "Are you hot? Are you melting?" he asked drunk on it.

"I am," she breathed, her tone luxurious, each word dripping with satisfaction as his attention remained fully on her. His hands reached the edge of her tights, his fingers hooking into the fabric, and slowly, inch by inch, he rolled them down. It felt as though he was unwrapping a present he’d been waiting forever to receive, even though he already knew what was inside.

The other heel followed, and he repeated the process as her legs hovered over his shoulders. "Tell me more," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire, as he reached for the waistband of her underwear.

"I’ve been thinking of you," she whispered, her voice barely audible, yet filled with need. "Of the other day,”

Her eyes locked onto his, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear. "I've been imagining your hands on me, your mouth... everywhere."

“Is that so? Did you think of me after you left me with a hard on?” Levi said but there was an underneath lurking anger on it.

He began to playfully bite the inside of her thighs, “Ah-” her head fell backwards, moaning softly. Her redden lips parted, her eyes fluttering closed as he began to peel her underwear down, "Mmm, I did,” she confessed, her hips rocking against the hard wood desk, "I imagined it was your fingers inside me— Mhm! ah-, fucking me."

"You enjoyed it, didn't you?" He continued to nibble on her sensitive skin.

“Yeah,” it came out higher pitched than she anticipated, “Bitting my lower lip so my friends wouldn’t hear me as I felt all soft and ready, wet enough for you to slip right in,”

Levi's grip tightened on her thighs as he growled, "Fuck, Y/N." His hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk. "I want to taste you," he murmured, his breath hot against her inner thigh.

He leaned in, his tongue flicking against her clit, making her gasp and buck her hips. His hands gripped her ass, holding her in place as he began to tease her with his tongue, licking and sucking in a maddening rhythm.

"Levi," she moaned, her hands fisting his hair. "More."

Her hand moved to grip his hair, fingers tangling in his dark locks as she tugged for support. It felt like floating, yet she needed something to ground her. The way her head hung back, and her body rocked against his face made her fear she might fall.

His cock throbbing in his trousers. He obliged, his tongue delving deeper, tasting every inch of her. He could feel her getting close, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. He wanted to make her come, to feel her clench around his tongue.

Y/N’s grip on his hair tightened, her knuckles turning white as she pulled him closer. "Levi... please," she begged, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm close..."

Her body tensed, her hips rocking against his face as he continued to tease her with his tongue. He could feel her getting wetter, her arousal coating his face. “Hmh,” he groaned against her.

He looked up at her, his eyes locking onto hers as he slid two fingers inside her, curling them upward to hit that spot that would send her over the edge. Her moans echoed in the empty office, her legs tightening around his head, pulling him closer. "Ah, ah!" The moans and the twitching of her body became more rapid, escaping her lips more frequently until she tensed. Both of her knuckles turned white—one gripping his hair, the other pressing against the edge of the desk. Her mouth hung open, silently drinking in the noise as she came against his face.

Levi didn't let up, continuing to lap at her clit as she rode out her orgasm. He felt her body shudder, her legs quivering around his head. He loved the taste of her. He could do this all night. He had been waiting for so long, that he simply couldn’t get enough.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of her, his tongue giving one last lick and wiping the dropping from his chin with the back of his hand. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.

She bit her bottom lip in excitement as he said that. He stood up and she quickly moved to grip his shirt to capture his lips in a bruising kiss. There was something in her reaction to his words that tingled in his mind.

‘She likes this... she like it like this,’

His hands moved with urgency, his cock was straining against his trousers, painfully. His fingers found her clit, rubbing it in slow, teasing circles. He watched her squirm, her hips bucking against his hand. He smirked, his eyes never leaving hers.

"You're so fucking wet," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You're so ready for me, aren't you?"

Though his initial plan had been to take it slower, to make it more romantic since it was their first time, he gave in to his instincts, trusting they knew better than his conscious mind what she truly wanted. He unbuckled his belt, the metallic clink breaking the silence. Bending over his desk, he reached into the drawer, blindly searching for a condom. "Turn around," he commanded, his voice firm. "I want to fuck you from behind."

“And you?” she whispered against his lips, “Did you think of me?”

"Every fucking night, Y/N," he admitted, his voice a low growl. "I've jerked off to the thought of you more times than I can count."

He spun her around, pushing her against the desk. "Now, bend over the desk," he commanded, his voice firm. "I want to see your ass in the air, begging for my cock."

“Ah-” As she obeyed, her body flush against the hard surface, he tore off the condom, rolling it onto his throbbing cock. As she bent over, he took a moment to admire her ass, the curve of it inviting him in. His fingers trailed down her spine, stopping just above her ass. He wanted to savour this moment, to make sure she knew just how much he desired her.

As one hand hold her hips in position and gave her a little push forward to make her fully spread on the desk, his other hand gripping the base of his cock. The anticipation was killing him. He rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, teasing her.

Peeking over her shoulder, she let out a soft, humming moan of both need and pleased surprise at his size. When her gaze met his, her expression was intoxicated with lust. “Fuck me, Levi... fuck me already.”

He was so close to losing control, to just slamming into her and taking what he wanted. But he held back, wanting to make this last.

He pushed in, slowly at first, savouring the tightness of her pussy. He groaned, his eyes rolling back as he slowly pushed himself inside her, taking his time to savour the feeling of her tightness around him. Her forehead rested on the rough surface, her breath fogging the area as she felt him bottom out. The pleasure was overwhelming, too intense even to moan. His cock stretched her in all the right places, hitting every spot just right.

"You feel so fucking good, Y/N," he grunted, his voice a low growl. "You're everything I dreamed of." He could feel her trembling, her walls gripping him. He began to thrust, slowly at first, each movement deeper and harder. "Fuck, you're so tight,"

“Mh-AH,” his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, “Fuck me harder, Captain,”

His thrusts picked up speed, his hips slamming into her with a force that made the desk creak beneath them. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded into her, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. His hand moved up to tangle in her hair, tugging it to force her to arch her back and meet his gaze as he bent over her. "You’ve got me being all nice to you, but then you love it when I fuck you hard, treating you like my little slut."

Her eyes flickered to his, a subtle chuckle slipping through her lips between heavy pants and soft whimpers each time he bottomed out. He could feel her walls tightening around him, her wetness coating his cock. "Ah—Nhm, that’s it, Cap. Give me the princess treatment, but fuck me like you hate me."

"Fuck—" Levi grunted, his jaw clenched, frowning deeply as her body tightened around him. It felt absurdly good. "You’re gonna be the death of me."

“So close so close,” she repeated. Pulling out almost completely, he slammed back into her, his hips slapping against her ass. "Fuck, yes," she moaned, her head falling forward as she gripped the edge of the desk, her nails digging into the wood. He could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. He wanted to make it last, to draw out her pleasure, but he was already so close to the edge.

He reached around, his fingers finding her clit and began to rub it in quick, circular motions. "Come for me, Y/N," he demanded, his voice a harsh growl. "I want to feel you come all over my cock."

"Mhp! Ah—Levi—" Her half-lidded eyes fluttered, struggling to process the overwhelming pleasure as his hot breath fanned against her shoulder.

He panted heavily; his voice distant in her haze. "Ah—fuck, yes," he groaned, the words barely reaching her ears as she was lost in the shuddering waves her body sent through her. His cock felt absurdly big, her walls twitching and squeezing around him, making it almost impossible for him to give that final thrust before his hips jerked against her.

With a low groan, his head fell forward, forehead resting on her back as he rode out his orgasm.

—

The subtle glow that seeped through the window and the sheen of sweat on his skin pulled him reluctantly into awareness. It was stiflingly hot, even though it was still early, with the summer sun already piercing through the stone walls and heating up everything in its path. The rising temperatures, even at dawn, offered little relief as every inch of the mattress seemed to radiate warmth. Levi stretched his legs, searching in vain for a cool spot to alleviate the discomfort.

But as his legs tangled with hers, he cracked his eyes open. He wasn’t used to sharing his bed or simply sleeping on it; if he had been, he might have already decided that thicker curtains were a necessary investment. Yet, the sight of her bare back, the nape of her neck, and her hair splayed across his pillow made it impossible to resist drawing closer. He pressed a kiss to the crook of her neck, the tiny bed feeling absurdly small for them both—but he found no issue with it, as they’d likely end up cuddled together anyway.

“Hmm,” she groaned, her protest muffled as his nibbles on her shoulder blades nudged her toward wakefulness. “Morning…”

“Morning,” he replied, his voice rough and dry. He shifted slightly, fitting himself snugly against her back, wrapping both arms around her and leaning in for a quiet kiss. “How did you sleep?”

She closed her eyes again, still too early for them to stay open. With a light scoff of amusement, she murmured, “Very nicely… but going to bed with my hair wet wasn’t the best idea. It’s going to look a mess now... and I think I need another shower.”

His fingers combed through her hair, still damp in some places. The smile that tugged at his lips was palpable as he left a final kiss on her head, inhaling the lingering scent of her shampoo.

“It looks fine,” he reassured.

“No, it doesn’t,” she countered, stubborn in her opinion.

“Well, why don’t you try to fix it while I go make us something for breakfast?” he suggested.

Eyes still closed, she smiled at the prospect. “…Or I could just sleep a little longer while you do that,” she teased, earning a quiet chuckle from him.

Without further debate, Levi slipped out of bed, watching as she quickly drifted back to sleep, her soft, almost inaudible snores filling the room.

‘Maybe she’s not a morning person,’ he mused. ‘Maybe it’s best if I just let her sleep.’

Levi made his way to the superiors' kitchen. The halls were rather empty at this hour, especially after an expedition when there was no training or responsibilities the following day. The bare minimum after risking their lives. Levi, in particular, hadn’t even bothered to put his uniform on; somehow, walking down the corridors in civilian clothes always felt a bit odd. The familiar weight and playful tug on his shoulder told him it was Hange before they even spoke.

“Well, look who’s up and about,” Hange grinned, leaning in closer with that mischievous glint in their eyes. “So, how did it go? I want details—give me all the dirty, wet ones too.”

Levi rolled his eyes but couldn’t fully hide the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “None of your business, Four-Eyes,” he muttered, brushing them off lightly. “Fulfill your voyeur fantasies with someone else.”

“Oh, come on,” Hange laughed, poking him in the side. “When’s the due date? March? A spring baby! Oh, I’m going to be such a cool aunt!”

They slung an arm around his shoulders again, eyebrows waggling with playful complicity. Levi’s face darkened into a frown, one eyebrow raising in silent confusion.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Levi kept walking, not even bothering to shrug off Hange’s arm. “There aren’t any kids. I wrapped.”

For once, Hange was speechless, staring at him with wide eyes. “…But we did all this for that—so you could have those kids you’ve been wanting so badly!”

Levi’s expression stayed flat, deadpan as ever. “We’ve got the same salary.”

“And?!” Hange threw their arms up in the air, exasperated.

Levi, completely unbothered, took his time with each word, like he was explaining something painfully obvious. “Could you afford a kid?”

Silence settled over the hallway. Hange’s arms dropped slightly as the weight of Levi’s words sank in. “...You’ve got a point, shorty.”

“Besides,” Levi continued, still calm as ever, “I’d like to enjoy being in a relationship before changing diapers.”

Hange rested their arm back on his shoulders, falling in step with him again. “That’s if she doesn’t leave you first. You’ll be back to being single before you know it.”

Levi groaned, sounding genuinely weary. “Ugh, I’m never going back to the dating game. This was my first and last shot at flirting. If she leaves, I’m dying alone.”

Hange snorted, amused by his serious tone. “Wow, you sound so romantic. But seriously, do you realise from now on you’ll have to go to events, plan anniversary celebrations, make sure she doesn’t think you’re cheating when you two are apart? It’s a lot of work.”

Levi sighed, the weight of the upcoming responsibilities already pressing on him. “Oh, I know. When you’ve got a girlfriend, you’ve got to be loyal… and attentive,” he said, thinking back over everything that had happened in the past year. “And in my case… thankful.”

The end.

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lucysarah1875 · 1 day ago

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¿es cosa mía o el anon ardido por la mc de mounting spring parece un bot? esa forma fe usar ella tan repetidamente no parece natural, como si se hubiese traducido del inglés

No se… tuve que googlear la última palabra porque no sabia que era y ni existe esa palabra. Así qué … o bien usó un traductor rarísimo o no es hablante nativo.

Lo único que me quedó claro es que alguien se levantó del orto hoy JAJAJA mucha intensidad en un solo mensaje. No hay que darle bola.

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lucysarah1875 · 1 day ago

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tu MC en Mounting Spring es una puta malcriada, infantil y molesta. Levi nunca aguantaría a alguien así, forzado o no. Ella es un gran bebé tonto indefenso. No puedo soportar sujodido carácter! Ella es una gran desafacia.

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lucysarah1875 · 1 day ago

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My favorite thing on MS is indeed how dry Levi can be with his responses and how little actual active communication he can have but at the same time how gentle he is.

During the previous chapter he admitted to KNOW that he’s not good at being an emotional available partner, he KNOWS that he’s not good with it. Maybe from previous relationships that didn’t work, or stuff previous partners have brought up. But knowing something you’re flawed about doesn’t mean you’re actively seeking to change or that you’re capable of changing. Our flaws also make us … well us. Some shades of our personality are actually so much rooted on how we were raised and trauma that’s hard to simply be ask “could you be more loving?” And switching up.

Levi admits his aware that most of the time he fucks up because he, as many of us, have certain traumas that simply make him incapable of doing certain things. I like to imply that Levi had been “single” or at least not in a serious relationship in a very long time, so he had kinda reduced himself to this “old dogs don’t learn new tricks” and have find comfort in the routine. So all this shakes his word and his “conformity” as much as it does for her.

However, at the same time that we see a blunt Levi, we see how subtly gentle he’s. Giving her space to change and get comfortable despite the uneasy situation, always looking after her and thinking 50 steps ahead to like make sure her only worry is “sit down and relax”. Levi is, despite their arrangement, so understanding that she is not seeking him and therefore he’s not pushing. It’s so stupidly subtle but I love it.

#mounting spring #levi x reader #captain levi #levi ackerman #aot levi #aot #attack on titan #levi x y/n #attack on titans #captain levi ackerman x y/n #levi ackerman x reader

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lucysarah1875 · 1 day ago

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THANK YOU FOR WAITING LOVE! I’m sorry it took so long!

Mounting Spring Ch.13: Summer's nights

Summary: Paradis has opened its doors to the world, and the Rumbling has not yet occurred. The military board insists, "We need more Ackermans!" to avoid ruining Mikasa's life. Levi agrees. Arranged marriage, explicit consent, Omegaverse. Alpha! Levi x Omega! Y/N. Mentions of underage marriage but it doesn't happen, the reader is over 21. Age gap but they are both adults.(I would say enemys to lover but they don't even know eachother to be enemys lol.)

Warnings: Omegaverse, age gap, arrangemarriage.

Ao3 link to the whole work.

Masterlist with all the chapters

The early morning grass shimmered like silver under the pale rays of sunrise. Dew clung to the long green blades, slipping down as each step pressed them to the ground. The steady march of boots moved across the open field with unwavering purpose — yet they didn’t belong to the peaceful scene. The heavy combat soles crushed the tender spring grass without hesitation. In contrast, the little red Mary Janes beside them felt almost like an apology. Like a kiss.

Despite the early hour, the formation was already moving. Whatever sweet, quiet moments they had shared before were long gone — replaced by the steady rhythm of preparation, orders, and the low rumble of horses.

Two playful taps landed on Levi's shoulder from behind, interrupting him as he sorted folded maps and supply lists, ensuring nothing was left behind.

“What?” Levi asked, only half-turning, his eyes still scanning the papers in his hands.

Her entire demeanor had shifted since earlier. Now her cheeks were pink, her eyes wide and uncertain. Lips pressed together, swaying ever so slightly on her heels, she asked with exaggerated politeness, “I was wondering…” She hesitated, glancing around at the sea of soldiers and horses, her voice dropping with the weight of propriety. “When… do we stop for… you know… ladies' rooms?”

It took him a second to process the request. Levi's expression barely shifted, but his eyes narrowed with mild disbelief. His hand lifted, the papers pointing vaguely toward the endless stretch of forest and fields that surrounded them. “The world’s yours,” he said flatly. “Literally.”

Her expression soured instantly. “That’s not funny.”

“It’s not a joke,” Levi deadpanned.

Her shoulders stiffened. “You want me to… go in there?” she gestured vaguely toward the woods like they might swallow her whole.

“But— I can’t— that's…” She looked around as if a hidden outhouse might materialize behind a tree. “I thought… surely… we’re stopping at some— civilized place.”

“Do you realise that a few years ago the expeditions outside the walls were to re-take land? There's no civilised place” Levi cut in, his voice as flat as the plains. “We’ll be outside the Walls for three weeks.”

Her face twisted in quiet horror. “That’s… unsanitary. There’s bugs. And animals. And…” she hesitated, lowering her voice with all the dramatics of a noble-born omega, “What if someone sees?”

Levi exhaled through his nose, unimpressed. “We’re ten hours outside the Walls. Trust me, sweetheart, nobody’s hiding behind those trees with a pair of binoculars waiting for a show.”

She pouted. “I’ll wait.”

“You won’t.”

“I can.”

Levi tucked the papers into his saddlebag and turned to her fully now, arms crossing, the usual blunt edge to his tone sharpening. “I give you a day, and I am being generous.”

“I’ll be fine.”

He let the silence linger, his eyes trailing over her defiant little stance — the pristine shoes, the dress, the delicate scowl that didn't quite belong out here. Finally, he clicked his tongue. With some resignation mixed with caring, he said softly . “Want me to send another girl with you? If you’re so scared of being seen.”

Her eyes widened in mortification. “Absolutely not!”

"Want me to go with you?"

The sheer scandalized gasp that left her mouth made a few nearby soldiers glance their way. “Levi!” she hissed, cheeks burning red now. “I am not— that’s—! That’s inappropriate!”

“Then I don't know what you want from me,” Levi replied simply, turning back.

She huffed, arms crossing stubbornly again.

“You should go.” It was more than just a suggestion, “Last thing I need is you getting an infection out here. You end up needing antibiotics in the middle of nowhere,"

"Forget it!"

Levi’s mouth twitched — not quite a smile, but close enough to betray mild amusement as he turned back toward the horses. “City girls,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

Lately, the world seemed to move as quickly as the camp did. Or at least that’s how she felt when she nearly collided with a soldier unpacking the temporary camp they had thrown together. She muttered an apology, surprised, but the man moved away with an unapologetic haste. Everything was built up and torn down before she had a chance to remember her way around. While this pace had become her new reality, Levi’s recent comment about the conditions “outside” the Walls had made her reflect on it more deeply than she intended.

She sat on a wooden crate, looking around without much opportunity to interact, fighting the growing urge to excuse herself for nature’s call. The world seemed to change so quickly that it felt like a moving camp—set up and dismantled to suit the ambitions of men. From not understanding Titans, to discovering human Titans, to befriending them, to fighting them; from old governments to new ones, shifting rules, shifting territories—until finally, a new world altogether. It had all happened faster than her little sister had managed to get potty trained.

Trying to take in everything that had happened to their small island while simply sitting on that crate, waiting for departure, was almost absurd. As absurd as her old friends sounding nostalgic for the “old days,” as if clinging to stability in the middle of a ballet spin. Either you learned to twist your head so you didn’t get dizzy, or you lost your footing entirely.

It was the worst of times and the best of times, the age of knowledge and also of ignorance. They knew more now than in the past hundred years, yet still knew absolutely nothing. Compared to a few years ago, some would say this was the time to be alive, while others mourned a so-called golden past. And yet, in perspective, everything happened so quickly and yet so slowly that if she had to update a friend on what had happened in the past twenty-four hours, she would need another twenty-four hours just to tell it. But if asked about the past few years, she could only shrug and say, “Everything’s the same.”

Her eyes followed the youngest cadets—freshly graduated, still green—rushing around trying to carry as much as they could, eager to prove themselves. Despite rank or alpha status, most of the female soldiers were scrubbing used pots, while the young men carried themselves with the airs of subtle emperors.

A bitter half-smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. Somehow, all of this carried an air of custom, of inevitability. Her mind wandered back to the streets where she’d grown up: mornings in her small room, the alleys she used to hide in, the sacrifices of her parents, her scuffed school shoes.

It was as if she were a bird, circling above it all. She could almost see the children in her enclosed neighborhood enjoying their summer holidays; the men, always gathered in the gentlemen’s clubs—if you asked, “Are they always there?” the answer would be, “Are the Walls still standing?” She imagined Mitra Cathedral’s white linens hanging to dry, the national newspaper announcing the day’s bread prices and which signs were lucky in love that week. Fanatics would scream themselves hoarse at the horse races, some winning money, others losing, though they would inevitably lose again—because, everyone knew, those things were always arranged by the Military Police and the mafia behind the illegal betting stalls.

The hum of the Scout camp pulled her back, but so did the memory of fear in the adults’ eyes years ago, when news of Wall Maria’s fall had made the front page. Maybe for these new soldiers—many from faraway lands—it felt the same: their lives would be forever changed. Yet, back home, everything remained the same.

The uniforms. The newspapers. The cathedrals, the schools, the clubs, the streets.

Then, from the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a bird she had never seen before. Similar to the sparrows in Levi’s office, but not quite—the backs of its wings were blue, its breast ochre and white. She turned sharply, fumbling for her notebook, thinking to sketch it quickly before it flew away.

But it was gone.

As confused as she felt, she imagined the bird was also startled—frightened by the changes to its own hometown—and had taken flight.

“You lose something?” Levi’s voice came from behind.

“My notepad,” she murmured. “I saw a beautiful bird, and I wanted to paint it—”

“I’ve loaded everything up already. Come on, let’s go.” His arm extended, hand making a sideways “come on” motion, urging her to stand and walk with him.

She rose, following, though her eyes still searched the treeline for a glimpse of the animal. “But—” she protested softly.

“You can paint on the way,” he replied.

‘That’s not the point,’ she thought. While they had done drastic improvements in only a few hours ago, they were still two very different people, it was obvious that for Levi the duty and practicity to stick to the schedule would never be less important than for her a piece of art. Or better said, the only thing she found herself capable of doing in the location.

“Not gonna find it staring backwards,” he said, tone flat but not unkind.

“It was beautiful,” she muttered, more to herself.

“Tch. Lots of things are. Doesn’t mean they stick around.”

That was indeed true.

“No! I said it first!” “No! I did, are you nuts?!”

At some point, the long trip had turned into a competition over who could shout the song’s chorus first. From her seat in the cart, head resting on her hands, she watched with quiet amusement as the team’s focus drifted further from their so-called military behavior. Levi had eventually ridden slightly ahead, no longer bothering to keep them in line.

‘I guess at some point, you have to drop the attitude and just be what you truly are… teenagers’, she thought, watching Armin argue heatedly with Jean over who had finished the chorus first.

The game itself was simple: someone named a song, and the first person to sing enough of it earned points. How many points? That depended on how many were playing and how many actually joined in. Let’s say Levi’s squad had six members—if only one sang, they got the remaining five points. The more people knew the song, the fewer points you earned. And if nobody knew it, the one who had proposed it scored the full six points.

Unsurprisingly, Armin and Jean were fighting for first place, far ahead of the others. At the start, Levi had called them out for acting like they were on a school trip. But even the Captain had eventually grown tired of scolding and simply let them get on with it, riding at a steady pace in front.

She, meanwhile, stayed quiet—an observer to what felt like an exclusive club she hadn’t been invited to join.

For the second time in under three minutes, she shifted uncomfortably.

“You okay?” Mikasa asked, glancing over her shoulder.

“Yeah, don’t worry.” She smiled faintly, but her leg wouldn’t stop bouncing, and she wrapped her arms around herself. It was becoming unbearable.

“Hey, if you need to take a piss, it’s fine—we can stop for a while,” Sasha, who was driving the cart this time, called out far too loudly for the omega’s comfort. Her face flushed bright red.

“No, thank you,” she muttered quickly. ‘The last thing I need is stopping the whole formation and announcing, loud and clear, that I need to pee.’

“Whose turn is it?” someone asked.

“Mine.”

“Nah, Armin, you’ve played enough!”

“Yeah!” another chimed in.

The blond pouted. “Well, that’s how the rules work.”

“Maybe Y/N wants to play?” Mikasa suggested, turning the attention onto her.

Heat rose to her cheeks as if under a spotlight. She straightened. “I—uh—” She hesitated, uneasy at the thought of joining in. “Maybe if Levi plays?” she offered, more to dodge the attention than to include him.

But before she could even finish saying his name, Levi had already turned his head, looking back at her over his shoulder. The sharp glint in his gray eyes said clearly: ‘What the hell? Don’t drag me into this.’

“Yes!”

“Captain, join us!”

“Please!”

“Tch.” He clicked his tongue at the cadets’ relentless insistence, irritation etched into his face—yet, without a word, his horse’s pace eased, keeping him still ahead of the group but close enough to hear them. The subtle concession made her chuckle. He’d agreed, however reluctantly.

“You have to pick a song but don’t tell us—”

“I know how to play,” Levi cut in at Armin. “I know you brats think I was born being eighty years old, but I was a kid once too.”

“Only one, and then you all get off my ass,” Levi said flatly. He seemed to think longer than she’d expected, as if he were taking the game far more seriously than anyone had anticipated.

“Girl Paper Eyes.”

A brief, reigning silence followed. The cadets glanced at each other, brows furrowed.

“I—uh—” Jean tried to jump in first, but quickly realized he had absolutely nothing to add.

Armin attempted to hum something, but the tune sounded far too generic to belong to any real song. Levi rolled his eyes, his expression saying more than words—that this only confirmed his taste in music really was as ancient as they thought.

Then, from the back of the cart, a sound began to rise. A subtle hum, but with a real rhythm—emerging shyly, like flowers pushing through late snow. Timid at first, but growing.

Levi’s head turned over his shoulder, drawn to the voice as it began to shape itself into words.

“Stay until the dawn…” Her eyes closed as she dug through her memory for the right lines, her voice settling into a steady tempo. “Dream a dream slowly in my… hands…” She hesitated, searching, then found the flow again. “Until the sun breaks through the window.”

Her tone grew stronger, the lyrics unfolding one by one, painting themselves on the invisible paper in her mind.

“Girl with rayon skin, don’t run anymore—this is your time now. And say no more, girl—heart of chalk: When all are asleep, I’ll steal a color from you.”

When she finished, the lack of any joining voices made her open her eyes again, smiling awkwardly. “Is… that it?” She glanced around the squad, looking for confirmation.

To her surprise, Levi’s face showed a flicker of genuine surprise before something else slipped in—just the barest spark of pride in his eyes.

He gave a single approving hum, nodding slowly, both convinced and pleased.

“Yay!” She bounced slightly in her seat. “That’s five points for me, right?” She turned to Armin, who still looked as though he were trying to dig the song out of his brain. “Right?”

Her head tilted to the side with a bright, expectant smile.

“…Yes,” Armin forced out, his expression straining. It was painfully obvious he wasn’t a good loser—especially after several rounds in which she had not only caught up to him but was now on a winning streak.

“I hate this game,” Eren muttered darkly.

“I love this game,” she declared, clapping between chuckles.

“How do you know so many songs?” Armin asked, almost offended at being outdone.

“It’s called being jobless,” Jean quipped, but judging by the look on her face, she didn’t find that one particularly funny.

“No,” she pouted, “I used to take art classes near the university in Stohess, and the students played a lot of the songs from the downtown bars.”

The group let out a low, unified hum of understanding. All of them being country folk, they couldn’t really compete with the kind of cultural exposure Capital kids had.

“I didn’t know you were from the Capital!” she pointed out, her eyes lighting up, eager to gather any crumbs of information about her husband.

Levi, however, shut it down flatly, “I’m not.”

She frowned, confused — a mix between a pout and a scowl.

“I thought maybe you went to those bars,” Armin picked up the conversation, sparing her the awkward moment. “We wanted to go the last time we were in the Capital, but… they ask for more age.”

That caught her attention instantly. “Oh! I always wanted to go too! The girls that come out of there have the prettiest shiny little dresses, and they’re always laughing so much! I bet they have so much fun dancing!”

There was a short, puzzled silence from Armin before he asked, “And… why didn’t you just go?”

“Oh no,” she replied with the firm resolution of someone who had never even considered the possibility, “Those places aren’t for girls like me… imagine what people would say.”

It was painfully obvious she was holding back from repeating that idea the way she’d heard it growing up. Words like “whores”, “easy”, “common” probably floated around in her household whenever those bars came up. Levi, hearing that, shot an askance glance over his shoulder to check her expression.

“But the girls I met in Trost invited me! And now that I’m married, it shouldn’t be an issue,” she added, suddenly so excited it was like the gates of heaven had opened before her. “Right, Levi?”

“Huh?” Levi half-turned in his saddle as they kept riding, raising a single eyebrow, clearly unimpressed that the question was even asked.

“That I can go to those bars now.”

Levi’s response was immediate, flat, and left no room for argument. “Don’t even dream of it.”

Her face went from bright enthusiasm to sheer indignation in a second. “And why not?!” she protested. “Are you seriously siding with my family on this?”

To be fair, using Levi’s very public disdain for her family’s political circle to her advantage was a little shady — but strategic.

“Tch.” Still leading the group, he clicked his tongue and shook his head. “It’s got nothing to do with them. I don’t care what anyone does with their free time. You’re not going because women aren’t allowed alone — and I’d have to go with you.”

“Oh, yes, of course. Like Sophia goes with Flegel. And Lina with her brother.”

“Exactly.”

A long silence followed.

“… I don’t see the problem,” she muttered under her breath.

“I’m not dragging myself to some humid, piss-stinking bar, sitting in a corner all night while drunk idiots blast music, puke on the floor, and grind on each other.”

“You could dance with me,” she offered sweetly, flashing him a bright, persuasive smile.

The look Levi shot her over his shoulder was answer enough.

“Oh, come on! Please! I really want to!”

“And I want a better salary,” Levi replied dryly. “Life’s disappointing, doll face.”

She pouted, crossing her arms. “I’ll make you change your mind,” she mumbled defiantly. “I can be very convincing.”

“Your optimism is… endearing,” Levi replied, completely deadpan.

“You don’t sound very endeared.”

“That’s because I’m not.”

At that, Jean nudged his horse a little closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially, “Hey, quick heads-up — if you domanage to soften him up, let us know, yeah? We’ve been trying to get him to ease up on the cleaning rota for years. Zero success.”

The column slowed to a halt. They reached the next stop while the sun still lingered low in the sky, its light fading toward orange. The horses slowed, and orders rippled through the squad to start unloading gear. She glanced around, puzzled; the occasional clink of harness buckles filled the silence as soldiers began to dismount. She frowned, scanning the open stretch of meadow and the sparse trees.

“Why are we stopping? There’s still daylight left,” she asked, brushing her skirts clear of dust.

Levi, already loosening his mare’s girth strap, barely glanced her way. “We are staying here.”

She watched him unload supplies from his saddle, pulling out the folded bulk of a tent. The tent and all its gadgets didn’t seem heavy in his hands as he carried them. She picked up the cat from the leash, wary of the movement around her and afraid someone might step on him. Levi’s methodology mirrored how he organized his belongings to start the day—they moved quickly, efficiently, but with a weight of tiredness, the kind that spoke of years of repetition.

“What do we do?” she asked, searching for guidance as he kept grabbing things.

“We unpack.”

Understanding that as her cue to put down the small belongings she had brought, she moved toward the back of the cart.

“Leave that, I’ll carry it later,” Levi pointed out, grabbing her arm and tugging slightly to stop her.

“But—” the omega began, frowning and glancing back and forth between the cart and him. “You said—”

For a moment, she wondered if he’d simply vanish into the bustle of soldiers and leave her to figure things out on her own. Standing still, it made him turn when he realized she wasn’t following. Half-turn and hastened pace, he extended a hand and grabbed the cat from her arms, shoving it over his shoulder. “Come on. Do you need a written invitation? You chase me all the time, and now suddenly you don’t follow?”

Once again, as that first night, his sharp eyes tracked her shoes behind him, just as he observed Titans’ movements and adjusted his pace accordingly. “Careful, that’s horse shit,” he said, extending his arm to stop her and grabbing her shoulders to redirect her steps.

“Your instructions aren’t clear,” she pouted.

“When I give you clear instructions, you do whatever you want anyway,” he teased, half annoyed.

“Where are we going?” she asked as they moved deeper into the meadow.

“Searching.”

“Searching for what?”

“A place.”

“What place?”

Levi sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. “You know I hate these silly interrogatories. Why do you do them?” he muttered, turning toward her. They were far enough from the rest of the squad to speak quietly.

“Me? You’re the one who keeps giving me monosyllabic responses!” she shot back. “I don’t even know why we stopped!”

A brief, tense silence followed, filled with a battle of stares. He finally sighed again, conceding the point in his mind but far too proud to admit it. Despite pride and marriage being two words that rarely mix smoothly. “We are stopping here because setting up camp in the dark’s a pain in the ass,” he said flatly. “Takes a while to get everything in place. Better to do it while we can still see.” His tone was clipped, matter-of-fact, leaving no room for argument.

“Thank you,” she spat out. “Was it that hard?”

He let his shoulders drop, exhaustion briefly crossing his face. “Don’t drag it. I don’t like going around explaining everything.”

“Then explain it to me once and I’ll remember it,” she insisted. “I don’t have military training. I don’t even know what we’re searching for.”

“A place to set a tent. Not too humid, with a steady floor.”

“Thank you.” Her voice was polite but far from pleased.

“You’re welcome,” he replied with dry sarcasm.

The small argument was short-lived. She watched him drop a rolled tent onto the ground, his movements efficient and practiced. Her gaze flicked to the fabric bundle, then back to him.

“Where… am I going to sleep?” she asked, trying to keep her voice neutral, though the question felt far more intimate than she intended.

Levi straightened slightly and looked over his shoulder at her. “Here.”

“Here?” She blinked. “You mean—your tent?”

A faint crease appeared between his brows, as if she’d just asked whether the sun rose in the east. “What, you thought you’d get your own?”

The tips of her ears warmed. “Well… yes.”

Levi’s stare was dry enough to strip paint. “A woman sleeping alone out here is never a good idea.” The way he said it was less about courtesy and more about an unspoken truth—one she suddenly realized she couldn’t argue with. “Plus, I know I told you I didn’t use the bedroom, but I’m not sleeping on the floor. So we are doing what an entire military board wants: sleeping together as a married couple.”

Not intending to be sarcastic, she added, “I don’t know your parents, but mine are married, and they have separate bedrooms.”

“Separate bedrooms and yet seven kids. Wealthy folks are weird as fuck,” he muttered, shaking his head as if it were incomprehensible.

“It’s not weird,” she insisted, grabbing the cat’s leash and letting him stretch his legs. “Why would you share a room all the time if you just need to during the heats?” Though phrased as a question, it came out more like a statement of fact.

To her surprise, Levi looked up from his crouched position, disbelief written across his face. “What?… it’s true?”

He pressed his lips together and returned to his work, thinking to himself, ‘Well… there goes my sex life if she thinks we’re only supposed to do it when we want a brat.’

She fidgeted, glancing toward the other soldiers. “What about the other cadets?”

“They share bigger tents. Four, six people, sometimes more.” He straightened, giving his tent a short kick to unroll it. “Mine’s small. Fits two.”

Her eyes wandered to the cadets’ camp area, where she caught sight of a cluster of girls already wrestling with their bedrolls—six of them crammed in tight, elbows and boots nearly overlapping. She imagined trying to squeeze herself in there, barely able to move, and quickly decided against it.

The thought of trying to sleep like that made her stomach knot. It was either a cramped, airless night among strangers or sharing this modest space with Levi—who, despite his clipped words and unreadable face, was still her husband.

When she turned back, Levi was already fastening the tent poles, not bothering to see if she’d made up her mind—he clearly assumed she had.

“Keep it zipped tight,” he instructed, voice flat but commanding. “No gaps. You don’t want bugs or whatever crawling inside.”

She nodded.

“Dinner’s going to be late,” he added after a pause, “If you want, take a nap first. Rest while you can.”

She hesitated, caught off guard by the unusual care in his tone. “I… I might,”

Levi’s eyes narrowed slightly, scanning her. “And take a piss before it gets too dark,” he said bluntly.

She froze. “I… I don’t need to,” she protested, crossing her arms defensively.

He didn’t wait for a response, already striding back to his place in the leading formation.

“Wait!” her voice called from a short distance. He stopped abruptly and looked over his shoulder, silent but expectant.

“When can I take a shower?”

He didn’t bother replying—just turned back and kept walking, as if that alone was the answer.

“…I hate camping,” she muttered.

–

The camp buzzed with low chatter, the occasional clang of cutlery, and the crackle of firewood. The stew for the night was hot, thick, and barely appetizing, but no one complained — not openly, at least.

Hange bent down with a wooden bowl in hand, holding it out to the omega girl who sat a little off to the side, arms crossed, clearly pouting. “Stew’s still hot,” they offered cheerfully. “Eat before Sasha raids the pot again.”

She shook her head with a small grimace. “No, thank you…”

Hange’s brows lifted as they plopped down right beside her, comfortably close on her right. “What’s the matter, love?” they asked, elbow lightly bumping her arm. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous just because you’re sharing a tent with your hubby tonight.”

They winked — cheeky and dramatic — and just like that, her expression went from grumpy frown to wide-eyed horror, her face lighting up like a Christmas tree.

“What?!” she yelped, loud enough to startle one of the nearby horses.

On her left, Levi leaned just slightly into her periphery, still crouched over his own bowl. “Hange,” he said, his tone exhausted, “don’t be a pain in the ass.”

“Ohhh, touchy tonight, are we?” Hange chuckled. “Sensitive alpha energy, huh?” Then they turned back to the girl and nudged again, voice light but curious. “So, seriously now. What’s wrong?”

“She doesn’t want to piss in the forest,” Levi answered flatly, spooning another bite into his mouth.

The girl gasped, scandalized. “Levi! We’re in the middle of dinner!”

“What?” Levi muttered, unfazed. “It’s true.”

“Have some manners! You’re going to make the Commander lose their appetite!”

But Levi slowly shook his head, gesturing vaguely toward Hange with his spoon. “Nothing can kill theirappetite. You’ve got no idea the kind of shit they’re into.”

“Into?” she repeated, eyes wide. “Like… hobbies?”

Both Levi and Hange scoffed at the same time, almost in sync.

She looked between them, bewildered. “What’s so funny? Him? You? What is this, why are you two always talking in riddles?”

Without missing a beat, Hange flung an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a half-hug. “Well, if he’s being cranky, you can always share my tent instead.”

Her eyes widened, genuinely unsure if that was a joke. “Really?”

“You wouldn’t want that,” Levi cut in, deadpan. “They don’t wash their hands after taking a shit.”

“EW!” she yelped, immediately jerking away from Hange and scooting a bit closer to her husband on instinct.

Hange gave a playful shrug. “You’d be even more disgusted if you knew what he does.”

“What?! Why?” she blinked, curiosity sparking past the disgust.

Hange leaned in, grinning wide. “Well…”

“Shitty glasses,” Levi warned, already preparing to shut the whole thing down.

“Do you know what shibari—”

A sharp thwap cut the air as Levi smacked the back of Hange’s head.

“HEY! I’m your commander!”

“Then behave like it,” Levi shot back, voice cool and unimpressed. “You’re scaring her.”

Hange laughed through it, rubbing the back of their head. “You’ll scare her,” they teased.

“Tch. I’m not a savage.”

But at that, the girl stood up with a huff, clearly irritated. “I hate sitting between you two. You never include me in the conversation!” She spun on her heel and stormed off toward the other cadets’ fire, plopping herself down in between Jean and Connie.

Levi watched her go, then slowly went back to his food like nothing had happened. Once she was out of earshot, he muttered low, “I’m not a savage. I’ll just… wait until she’s a bit more mellow.”

Hange chuckled into their spoon. “Sharing tents, huh? Just don’t forget to blow out the candles. You know how shadows look on fabric. Not very forgiving.”

Levi closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, as if praying for patience. “I’m not going to cherry-pop my wife in a tent, for fuck’s sake.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Hange grinned, clearly not sorry at all. “A man of class, how noble.”

They took another bite before adding casually, “But since you told me you couldn’t even jerk off when she was in the next room because it ‘felt weird’... I figured you might be a bit more needy by now.”

Levi choked slightly on his stew, shot them a sharp look, and growled, “Shut the fuck up.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Hange grinned, entirely entertained.

There was a beat of silence between them — until Levi muttered under his breath, almost like a joke not meant to be heard, “…But she better not ask me twice.”

Hange snorted into their bowl. “Really?”

Levi shrugged, nonchalant — or trying to be. “I think I lost all my willpower trying to avoid her when she still stank of that last heat."

––

Despite his so-called lack of tact and chronic impatience, ‘he is… suspiciously gentle,’ her mind muttered with a mix of embarrassment and reluctant surprise as she scooped away her used clothes. Louder than a whisper but still hushed, she announced, “I’m done.”

Levi was waiting outside while she changed, ready to step in once she finished. He pulled aside the flap of the tent and ducked under, closing the entrance behind him. “Too many mosquitoes. Keep it shut,” he said, fastening the ties with practiced efficiency.

Still curled inside her sleeping bag, she kept her head down, but her eyes followed him as he sat cross-legged and began undressing. Boots first, then the jacket. He’s probably boiling in that uniform. It wasn’t hard to guess—she’d been sweltering in her summer dress all day; she couldn’t imagine carrying that much gear on top of it.

She reached for his discarded boots without thinking. “Do I put them outside?” she asked, already reaching for both pairs of shoes.

“No. A snake or some bug might get inside. Leave them here.”

She set them aside, watching him strip down to his shirt. Clauws, unusually lively for the hour, was pawing at the tent wall, trying to swat at the bugs drawn to the glow outside. She glanced toward the lantern hanging nearby, its pale light catching on the strange glowing stone they’d found on the island—remarkably reflective and unexpectedly useful.

Levi tugged off his shirt with a low grunt, the cool air brushing over sweat-damp skin. His hands moved automatically to his belt, loosening it before working his trousers down. Then his gaze flicked sideways—catching her watching him from where her arms rested over her knees. Her eyes darted away instantly, but it was enough to make him hesitate.

‘What the hell do I do?’ He didn’t care about being seen—years of shared barracks and open showers had long killed any modesty. But she looked mortified.

He left the trousers on, just unbuckled. Very comfortable. Perfect for my insomnia, he thought wryly.

Clauws was still going after the bugs. Levi scooped him up. “Oi. Stop it,” he ordered, tapping a finger against the cat’s forehead. “You’re gonna tear the fabric.”

The moment he set him down, the cat went right back to scratching. “This animal is so dumb,” he muttered under his breath before glancing at her. “You done?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. Lights off.” His tone was more field-captain than romantic partner.

For a while, they lay like that—Levi on the right, her on the left. She shifted uncomfortably on her back, watching him roll to his side, folding his arm under his head for a pillow. ‘Should I have taken the right side? Don’t wives always sleep on the left? Is he even asleep? I can’t tell.’

She stared at the tent fabric. At the poles holding it up. At the back of Levi’s head, then the line of his bare shoulders under the thin blanket. The air was stifling—heat trapped inside the sealed tent, growing heavier by the minute. But neither of them moved the blankets. The uneven ground pressed through the floor no matter how perfectly he’d chosen the spot.

But the real discomfort… ‘I can’t hold it anymore. I need to pee’. She squeezed her eyes shut, legs pressed tight together, the ache almost unbearable. One last glance at the alpha—‘If I just roll over slowly, maybe he won’t notice.’

It had been at least an hour. Surely he was asleep. She eased herself upright, careful not to jostle the cat, fumbling for her shoes in the dark.

“What are you doing?” Levi’s low, raspy voice came from right behind her. She hadn’t heard him move—hadn’t even heard him breathe. She squeaked in surprise, jumping back.

“Shhh! You’ll wake everyone!”

“You scared me!” she hissed, hand clutching her chest, legs pressed tighter together. ‘If I piss myself out of pure fright, I’m never living this down.’ “Who are you—a vampire?”

“Get back to sleep,” he ordered like she was a cadet sneaking out past curfew.

“I… I just need to do something quickly,” she said, already pushing herself up. Now that he was awake, there was no point trying to be subtle.

“What the hell could you need to do in the middle of the night?” Levi sat up too, his eyes adjusting to the dim light.

“Nothing important. I’ll only be a moment.”

“For fuck’s sake…” He groaned, reaching for his boots and tugging them on.

Her head snapped toward him. “W-what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” he grumbled, raking a hand through his hair, pushing it back. The heat was oppressive, sweat already clinging again. “Going with you so you can take a piss.”

If there was a part of her that could actually die from embarrassment, she was certain it just had. “…Alright, yes, I need to go—but why are you coming?” Her voice was barely a thread, mortified.

“Because it’s unsafe, you moron.” He shrugged with one hand like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “That’s why I told you to go during the day. Now it’s dark—there are wolves.”

“Or worse… men.”

One step, make it two. Without a word he turned around, his rough, calloused hand reached down to haul her up from where she sat. “Come on,” he muttered, already pulling her along. “I don’t have all night.”

Before she could protest, his brisk pace carried them toward the treeline. The forest ahead during the night time had lost all definition and just seemed like a clamp of dark figures lingering on top of them, the air cooler and thick with the smell of damp earth.

“I can’t see a thing,” she complained, stumbling slightly over a root. It was obvious that for the alpha it was easier, they eyes were better equiped to see with little light sources.

“That’s why you should’ve gone during the day,” Levi shot back, not bothering to slow. His voice had that clipped patience that meant he was already regretting giving her a choice in the matter.

He stopped just short of the deeper shadows and gave a nod toward a cluster of trees. “There. Make it quick.”

She hesitated, glaring at him before slipping behind the largest tree trunk she could find. Levi stayed a short distance away, arms crossed, scanning the dark with that restless, watchful stillness of his.

She shuffled farther.

“Don’t go too far,” he called.

“But—”

“Stay close and just go,” he said, turning his back to the trees, hoping that would be enough to settle it.

The silence—or rather, the constant backdrop of crickets, night birds, and distant rustles—was briefly broken by the faint ruffle of fabric.

A minute passed. Then another.

“I can’t,” her voice finally broke from behind the tree, sounding like she might cry.

Levi’s eyes shut, jaw tightening before he exhaled in a long, frustrated groan. “For fuck’s sake…” He pinched the bridge of his nose, lowering his voice so as not to draw the camp’s attention. “What now?”

There was a pause, her hesitation thick enough to hear. “What if… you hear me?”

Levi dragged both hands down his face. If he were capable of openly showing emotion, he might’ve cried from sheer frustration. Instead, he gritted his teeth and muttered in the quietest tone possible, “If I piss too, would you finally do it?” His only hope was that the embarrassment in his voice could pass as exhaustion.

“…Maybe.”

Without another word, he turned to face the tree he’d been ignoring, trousers already unbuckled. “Done,” he said flatly, as if that settled the matter.

The sounds that followed suggested she had finally caved, though the whole thing was clearly far more complicated for her than for him. Levi had spent years working under pressure in life-or-death situations—speed was second nature to him. If you didn’t believe it, Zeke could give you the full record.

That’s why, the second he heard her scream, he was already moving—forgetting any silly sense of modesty.

“What happened?” he demanded as she stumbled straight into his arms. His body reacted instinctively, pulling her in close before shifting her slightly behind his left side, shielding her with his own body. His senses sharpened instantly, searching for any source of danger.

Her muffled sobs—without tears—told him it wasn’t life-threatening. “What the hell?”

“It was awful!” she choked out.

“What?” He scanned the area again, in case he’d missed something.

“I—I…”

“Come on, Y/N, I’m getting eaten alive by mosquitoes here. Hurry it up, yeah?” His voice was a blend of worry and pure impatience.

“I was… doing my thing,” she said, burying her face in her hands. Each sentence was met with a tight, exasperated nod from Levi. “And when I looked down—”

“Yes, yes,” he urged, waving his hand for her to get to the point.

“There were a pair of eyes looking at me!” she wailed, voice thick with disgust.

“…Uh?”

“I pissed on a frog!”

That did it. Levi’s shoulders began to shake, his left hand coming up to cover his face.

“You’re laughing? DON’T LAUGH!”

“Ha—” The sound broke free despite his best effort, his low chuckle growing until it was unmistakable.

The humiliation crawled over her skin like the mosquitoes on her arms. She’d never seen him genuinely laugh before—and of all times, it had to be now.

“It was awful!” she insisted.

“Well… maybe the thing liked it,” he said between breaths, smirking. “A golden shower.”

“Ugh?”

“Never mind.” He ruffled her hair roughly. “Let’s go before it asks you for consent.”

“What are you even talking about?” she groaned, hurrying after him. “I need a shower.”

“Why? You didn’t get pissed on.”

Meanwhile, Jean, Sasha, and Armin stood nearby with a lantern in hand, watching the two of them return. Her hair was a wild mess, he had no shirt on, and his trousers were half-unbuckled.

“I’m too delicate for this,” she muttered, voice still breathless. “It’s too long for me.”

“Quit whining,” he said flatly. “You’ll get used to it. It’s rough at the start.”

“I need a shower… I feel sticky and dirty in places I didn’t even know I had.”

Whatever small talk they’d been sharing on the walk back died instantly when they spotted the cadets—likely on night watch—standing in their path. If there were a new shade of red to be named, it would’ve been after her in that moment. Wrapping her arms tightly around herself, she rushed into the tent and zipped it shut without a word.

“Is she okay?” Jean asked, brows drawn. “We heard a scream.”

Levi gave a low shrug. “Yeah. She’s just embarrassed.”

The choice of words didn’t help a cause he wasn’t even aware he was fighting. “And she hates camping,” he added, as if that explained anything, before disappearing into his own tent.

The three cadets remained rooted in place, mouths slightly open, still processing.

“So… Commander Hange was right,” Sasha whispered, eyes wide. “They’re doing it out here.”

“And we didn’t hear a thing.”

Jean and Sasha turned to Armin with identical grimaces.

“Why the hell do you wanna hear them, dude?” Jean asked, disgust written all over his face.

“I don’t!” Armin spluttered. “I’m just saying!”

Sasha folded her arms and frowned in thought. “I don’t know… maybe they’re not. She said ‘long,’ so she can’t be talking about Captain Levi. He’s too short.”

“How do you know it’s not proportional?” Jean teased, earning a sharp glare from her.

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Armin said cautiously. “Alphas’ members can be massive. Scary even.”

Both Jean and Sasha turned to him at once, voices perfectly in sync.

“…And how do you know that?”

––

The immensity of the forest—and especially the vastness outside the Walls—was overwhelming. It was as if the silence itself, heavy and crowded with nature, pressed in until it felt suffocating.

“Levi… are you asleep?” she whispered once they were both back in their respective places.

“Don’t tell me you need to take a shit now,” he mumbled, lips sticky, eyes forcibly shut. He was clearly not asleep, and he knew dreamland wouldn’t be promised to him tonight, but he wanted to at least pretend to try.

“No!” she pouted. The sound of her shifting in the enclosed space reached his ears, a clear sign she was now sitting upright. “May I ask you something?”

“Ask me in the morning.”

“I don’t think I’ll be brave enough in the morning…” The sadness lacing her words cracked one of his eyes open. ‘What now?’

“What? Make it quick,” he muttered, peeking over his shoulder. To his surprise, she was wide awake—sitting cross-legged, hair falling around her shoulders, posture curved forward.

“Have you… kissed many people?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Is this one of those jealousy scenes again?” he groaned. But the subtle shake of her head, the hopelessness in her eyes, told him otherwise.

“Yes. Why?” he answered bluntly, hoping that would close the matter. He rolled onto his forearms.

“Like… with Mattie?”

“Y/N… I’ve got no energy for childish jealousy.” He exhaled sharply. “What’s the real point here? Let’s talk like adults, like last time, and let me get some damn rest.”

The phrasing stung, but not enough for her to fight back. “During dinner… all the cadets were talking about hookups and make-outs they’ve had. Armin told me about this girl—”

“Annie,” Levi cut in, already knowing. He added it like an impatient footnote.

“Oh, so you knew? And Jean has a crush—”

“On Mikasa. Doesn’t take a PhD to figure that one out.”

“I think they’d look cute together,” she said softly, a small smile flickering. “What do you think?”

“That won’t happen until Eren grows the guts to ask the damn girl out already.” Levi sat up fully now, baffled why she was keeping him awake just to talk about his soldiers’ crushes.

“Ah… I thought they were just like family,” she muttered, then frowned. “Aren’t they siblings?”

“No idea,” he said, scratching his head with zero interest. “Considering I’m married to someone half my age, I’m in no position to call anyone out.” It was meant as a joke, though she didn’t laugh. “So? What’s this really about?”

She stroked the cat absently on her lap. “Talking about bars earlier today… and your squad, and all the cadets sharing who they hooked up with last summer, or who they left behind for this expedition… I realized how much I’ve missed.”

Alarm bells rang in his head. Levi shifted uncomfortably, he felt the conversation veering into territory he was worst at handling, so he tried to wash it off before it stuck. “If this is about the damn clubs, I promise I’ll take you to one when we’re back. Okay?” The offer was reluctant, but he hoped it would settle things—like bartering away a smaller coin so she wouldn’t notice the bigger debt.

But she shook her head. “It’s not that…” Her voice dropped. “It’s just… I’m married, I’m supposed to become a mother, to already be at another stage in life than them. And yet… the only man I’ve ever kissed is my ex-fiancé.”

‘Ouch.’

Levi looked away, now sitting fully upright. A heavy sigh escaped him. He already knew where this was headed. The thought echoed something he had once wrestled with himself, back when he’d refused to let Mikasa be chosen for the Ackerman deal—the same parallel thought. She was young, and he wanted her to do the dumb shit he had at that age: get drunk, maybe smoke something reckless with friends, kiss someone in the back of a bar until her lips were raw, experiment clumsily until it wasn’t awkward anymore. Dry humping someone because the real deal felt too much yet. Make out in an alley, fool around until she figured out what felt good. Discover herself the messy, human way.

It felt right—for someone young to learn that alongside someone equally inexperienced. What she’d been denied, he knew, was that chance. And by giving her freedom then, he’d taken it from her now. Back then, he told himself it wouldn’t matter. Maybe because she was raised differently. Maybe because she was an omega. Maybe because he didn’t know her yet, so hurting her felt abstract. But now she was here, in his tent, in his life. And the deal she’d signed before she understood the terms weighed heavier by the night.

He liked to call himself open-minded. But not so open that he could watch his wife go off and “make up for lost time” with someone else. So instead, he just said, “Sorry.” It wasn’t really his fault, but it felt like it.

She sighed—then chuckled faintly. “It just made me realize… I haven’t even kissed my own husband.”

That froze him. “Uh?” His chest burned with sudden, stupid shame.

She chuckled again, softer. “You didn’t even kiss me at the altar.”

“Tch.” He rubbed at his undercut, avoiding her gaze. “You were a crying mess.”

“Would you have kissed me if I wasn’t crying?” she asked, voice achingly genuine.

Levi clenched his jaw. ‘I’m too old to be this nervous over something so stupid.’ “Not really. Felt awkward as hell.”

“Oh…” Her disappointment was obvious, sinking into her tone. “I wish…” She lifted her gaze, those doe eyes cutting straight through him. He clenched his jaw, already knowing whatever she asked next, he’d cave. “We could at least try sometimes. To make this feel… less awkward. More like a couple.”

“You’ve got a strange way of asking a man to kiss you.”

This time she laughed, and thank god she did. Levi felt his social ineptitude crawling up his spine the way it always did when she hugged him in public.

“So… do I close my eyes?”

It was pathetic how much the question rattled him. “Right here, right now?” His voice rose an octave in disbelief. He’d done worse. Everyone knew it. But this? This felt stupidly intimate.

When her expression fell into a pout of disappointment, he cursed under his breath. “Fine. The shit you make me do.”

If it was supposed to spark love, it didn’t. He leaned in, cupped her face, and brushed the quickest, briefest kiss against her lips. She kept her eyes closed, waiting, hoping—but he had already pulled back. “Done. Happy? Can I sleep now?”

Her frown was hard to hide. “How did that feel to you?”

“Awkward as shit,” he admitted without hesitation.

“Yeah… me too.” She flopped back onto the ground, too drained to argue. “I thought it would feel… intense. Fulfilling.”

“Well, you’re not the first girl to marry an older guy and realize after the first night that things are usually a lot less intense and fulfilling.” His dry tone almost made it a joke. He rolled back over. “Now let me sleep.”

“This was not in my plans for tonight,” she muttered.

“And pissing on a frog was?”

Those six words made her sit bolt upright, indignation snapping her wide awake. “LET’S FORGET ABOUT THAT. Let’s pretend it NEVER happened!”

He had to suppress the twitch at the corner of his mouth, the ghost of a chuckle threatening to break through.

“Nah. I’m gonna bring that up until the day I die.”

Her gasp was dramatic enough to echo through the canvas walls. “No! You’re my husband! You’re supposed to remember cute little moments and give me sweet names—like honey or flower! Not haunt me with this humiliation!”

Levi didn’t even flinch. “Got it. Froggy, from now on.”

Her wail was instant. “NOOOO!”

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Ma'aaaam are we getting new ms chapter??? 😋

Yessss! ITS UP!

I had a party on Friday but when I got home update it as soon as possible!

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Hiiii do you have any idea when MS will be out, hope you have been good!!!

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hange planting those thoughts in the cadets' heads and armin, sasha, and jean catching reader and levi after the frog scene sent me into orbit

your mind>>>

HAHAHA. Hange in their tent knowing that they have managed to be the source of chaos once again:

I think deep down Levi knew the most logical explanation for their state was that they were fucking and that’s why he clarify to the cadets hahah what he doesn’t know is that Hange is adding to that mind lmao

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YN in MS be lowkey - unintentionally - rage baiting Levi 😂😭 you should make a HC for this

HAHAHA they have a three weeks trip and only on the first day, she managed to make Levi GO TO BED. This man is praying for strength to ancient gods.

This is what happens when you are forced to take your high maintenance wife to a survival trip.

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This new chapter might be the funniest chapter ever omg 😂😂😂 Didn’t realize how much I missed these two

Thank you 🥹🥹🥹🥹 you see not all chapters can be depressing, some chapters are fun hahaha! I had to cut this chapter in two so haha next chapter is also a bit mood lifter

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I’m sorry that the new chapter sucks! I had to cut it because it was too long and also it’s my first fic now written in my old computer m… maybe that computer had the magic because I simply couldn’t write this one good haha

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