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[acmeangel]

♡ You're a member of Levi's Squad, and he asks you to marry him, when disaster strikes.

♡ SFW ♡ Canon!Levi x Fem!Reader ♡ One shot, a bit angsty, mentions of blood, injury, near-death experience ♡ Word count: 3019 ♡ Summary: After finally accepting that you're there to stay, Levi asks you to marry him. You're a member of his Squad, and being with him has always felt right. Not too long after, a dangerous scouting mission leaves you with a grave injury, and Levi is faced with the fear that you might not make it.

When Levi asked you to marry him, it wasn’t with some extravagant proposal or planned-out, grand romantic evening.

You both were lying in your bed in the barracks, your body half-draped on top of his, your fingers lazily playing with strands of his hair. His hands grazed up and down your back with a steady, soothing tempo.

You’d both returned from a scouting mission earlier that day — one with too many casualties, as there always seemed to be. Levi had recruited you to be on his Special Operations Squad years ago, based purely on your stats from previous missions with other squads. At first, he had respected you, much like he’d respected all of the members of Squad Levi; a group of people willing to join the riskiest regiment and put their lives on the line in the futile hope to save humanity.

Respect had eventually turned into friendship, which had then grown into something more. You two loved each other long before your romantic relationship had begun; so when it finally did, it felt natural, like it was always supposed to be that way.

In your bed, that night, he looked at you with a tender softness that bordered on melancholic. It was a look that he didn’t show often. His eyes revealed how deeply he cared for you, how much he wanted to shield you — who he saw as one of the last few truly good things left in this world — from the cruelty, violence, and destruction that ran rampant around you. It was a look that no one else ever got to see.

“I want to run something by you,” he stated, his voice level and smooth as ever.

“Oh, do tell, Captain.” You laughed, faintly, your eyes sparkling with a glint of amusement.

His hand traced up your back and slid around your neck, his thumb rubbing gentle, affectionate circles onto your skin.

“How would you feel about the two of us being together, like this, forever?” he asked, his gaze locking onto yours, an unusual stiffness in his expression. You couldn’t believe it, but he was actually nervous.

You blinked once, twice and tilted your head. “Levi, are you asking… me to marry you?”

You weren’t entirely surprised that this was how he’d phrased it — he’d never been one for verbosity or overly sentimental language. He’d showed his love for you more in his actions; in the way he always checked you for injuries at least three times after a mission, in the way he’d stroke the back of your hand with his thumb when he held it as you fell asleep, in the way he’d insist on giving you half of his own breakfast every morning so you’d have enough energy for the day.

“Yes, Y/N,” he’d said, his hand shifting to cup your cheek, his soft gray eyes settling into yours. “I’m asking you to marry me.”

You felt all of the blood rush to your head, your entire body overwhelmed with excitement, joy, and love for Levi.

“Yes,” you managed to say — and repeated the single word at least twenty times, as you leaned in to press your lips to his, peppering him over and over with kisses.

“Alright, alright,” he’d mumbled after the twentieth kiss, his cheeks then flushed with a soft pink blush.

You beamed with joy as you pulled your face back from his, your eyes glimmering with adoration.

“So,” you began, a hint of playfulness in your voice, raising your eyebrow, “do I get a ring then, or what?”

His lips pressed together, his gaze narrowing just a bit as he considered the question, a puff of air escaping his nose.

“Fine.” His voice was a low, dry mumble, but his lips bent into a small smile, the tension in his forehead releasing. He couldn’t help but give into every one of your requests, no matter what.

His eyes scanned around the room, looking for something suitable, before he reached out to the bedside table, the muscles in his shoulders and back flexing as he took a paperclip from a stack of papers. Turning back to you, his fingers worked with precision to unravel the paper clip, the wire of which he used to form a nearly perfect circle. He took your hand, his touch gentle, and slid the makeshift paper clip ring onto your ring finger in one swift, delicate motion.

“How’s that?” His eyes studied your face, intently waiting for any sign of reaction. “Temporarily, anyway.”

Your cheeks blushed uncontrollably and you gleamed with a smile so wide it made the muscles in your face turn sore. Seeing you this way made him smile — a real smile.

“It’s perfect,” you’d whispered, practically choking the words out. “Much better than any stupid diamond I’ve ever seen.”

“Think we need to do the whole ceremony thing? Or can I just start calling you my wife now?” His brows scrunched together slightly as he waited for your answer, and you could tell how badly he wanted to skip the frills and formalities and simply be yours, eternally.

At the sound of the word ‘wife’ your chest swelled with affection, and your eyes became misty, blurring your vision of him.

“Screw the ceremony,” you whispered, your voice shaking with overflowing emotion. “We’re married, now.”

“Good,” he whispered back, his own voice fraught with feeling, as his thumbs brushed away the tears that had begun to roll down your cheeks. “I love you, Y/N. You know that.”

His eyes bore into yours, seeking confirmation. He didn’t say ‘I love you’ often, only when it really counted.

“I know,” you whispered. “I love you, too, Levi.”

******

It was only weeks after that — after the moment Levi decided, finally, that you would be by his side forever, that he knew you’d never leave him — that your squad was faced with a particularly dangerous mission.

It was another reconnaissance mission, much like all of the other Scouts’ missions had been, but no one could have anticipated the amount of Abnormals. The Scouts hadn’t reached a single objective before entire groups of Erwin’s formation had been wiped out by the Abnormals, which were making their way closer and closer to the center groups. Erwin had officially called for a retreat — something he rarely ever did, only when the situation was dire.

Levi Squad raced forward on horseback, galloping past the blurred, unidentifiable carnage of comrades; the once green fields had turned red and rotten.

Your gaze was fixated intently on Levi, catching glimpses of his profile as he led the squad forward — to anyone else, he looked entirely collected. But you knew him too well and had memorized all of his micro-expressions, and based on the tension in his jaw and the chilled intensity of his gaze, you knew he was worried, too. He’d often admitted that he never knew what the outcome of these missions would be, that no one did, and you could see his mind racing with that exact thought.

The pounding of impossibly large footsteps caused the ground to shake just slightly, enough to make your head whip around and see a group of Abnormals charging forward with unprecedented speed and force.

“Captain!” You’d called out, drawing Levi’s attention. He’d simply glanced over his shoulder and ordered to keep moving forward per Erwin’s command; based on the looks the rest of the squad exchanged, you knew they were unsure about this decision.

Before anyone could think or say another word, one of the Abnormals had surged forward and began to reach for Eld, whose blades were inexplicably jammed in his ODM gear. The panic in his eyes was enough to strike fear into anyone.

You sprung into action immediately — this was simply how you were. You never wasted time thinking, you only acted. It was reckless, perhaps, but you’d gotten results time and time again, and the thought of losing a friend without trying to save him was unacceptable to you.

This was one of the things Levi loved most about you, and it was also one of the things he wished so badly to change about you. He admired your selflessness, your fearlessness, the way you never seemed to be paralyzed by indecision. But, sometimes, it felt to him like only a matter of time before something terrible would happen to you.

You’d managed to sink a grappling hook into the Titan and propel yourself off of your horse, in the direction of Eld, knocking him out of the Titan’s path. You’d planned on being able to then reach the nape of the neck and put an end to this, but you were too rash, too impulsive to anticipate that the Titan’s next movement would whack your ODM wire to the side, bringing your body flinging through the air with it.

The rest, in your recollection, was more or less a blur. You knew that the Titan curled its fingers around your body, its grip bruising your skin and rendering you too immobile to fight back. You knew that you’d heard Levi yelling — actually yelling. You knew that the Titan had brought you to its mouth and managed to sink its teeth into the side of your body enough to make you lose consciousness, but not enough to kill you. You knew that Levi was the one who had intervened, who had saved your life. The last piece of memory you had was the sight of Levi’s face as he grabbed you from the Titan, a look that was so intense, fear-stricken, and furious, it bordered on crazed.

After getting you back onto the ground, Hange had ridden over on horseback and hoisted your limp body onto the horse, carrying you out of harm’s way.

Levi took care of that Titan himself — he made sure of it. Blinded by rage and agony, he slaughtered the Titan with a brutality he typically withheld. Normally, Levi did only as much has he had to in order to kill a Titan. This wasn’t fun for him, it wasn’t a game; he didn’t like fighting, he didn’t like being violent.

But this was different — he sliced the Titan apart, his movements a fevered, merciless haze, his vision red with bloodthirstiness. By the time he was done with the Titan, it was a mere pile of limbs, and he was drenched in its blood.

He’d finally reached the wagon that you’d been placed in, climbing into it with urgent movements, trailing Titan blood behind him. His pupils were constricted; his eyes were glowing with panic.

Your body was lying flat in the wagon, Hange and some of the other squad members hovering over you, attempting to tend to your wounds, their efforts proving futile. They’d managed to wrap a bandage over where the Titan had bit you, but you were bleeding through it with no sign of stopping. There wasn’t anything left to do until you all returned inside the walls.

“Get the fuck away from her! Don’t fucking touch her!” He shouted, his voice coarse and sharp, his arms effortlessly shoving everyone else away from your limp body. He stood over you, his eyes wild with emotion, his chest rising and falling with breaths so heavy it looked almost painful.

When he dropped to his knees beside you, his eyes caught sight of your hand, on the makeshift paperclip ring he had made you, that you’d refused to ever take off. An ice-cold chill rushed down his spine, so sharp it felt like it was actually ripping him apart from the inside out.

“Why is this wagon moving so damn slowly?!” He snarled to the rest of the squad, his eyes desperately glued to your face, while the others scrambled to try and speed the journey up as much as they could.

He grasped onto your hand with both of his as if the sheer force of his grip could heal you and bring you back to him. His eyes didn’t waver from your face once, his gaze burning into your skin, searching for even the slightest sign of life; all he was met with was your sweat-glistened skin. You looked peaceful and it snapped his last thread of self-control — he wanted you to fight.

An uncontrollable, livid, primal growl escaped his mouth, unable to form any coherent words. Spit flung off his lips and into the wind, his expression was frenzied with helpless rage and despair.

The rest of the squad’s expressions froze. They’d never seen Levi be anything but stoic, apart from when he was actively slicing the nape of a Titan’s neck. Goosebumps dotted their skin as they simply watched, eyes wide, unsure of what to do. Levi had forgotten anyone else was even there; he cared about nothing in that moment but you.

He watched as your face turned lifeless, as your breathing became so shallow that it was hardly perceptible. You were slipping through his fingers, and there was nothing he could do about it — for once, his strength meant nothing.

“No,” he barked, his voice gruff and strained, his grip on your hand tightening until his knuckles turned blazing white. “You won’t be taken from me. This shitty, goddamned world is not going to take you from me. You gave your word, Y/N. You said forever. Don’t back out on me now.”

His cries didn’t make a sound, but the sight of his back heaving raggedly and his hot tears dropping down onto your face was unmistakable. His face was twisted with anguish; his teeth were visibly clenched together so forcefully that they could’ve cracked. His hands began to involuntarily shake as they held onto your hand, the paperclip ring digging into his skin.

******

The next time you’d opened your eyes, you were confused. Your vision was blurry for a few moments, until you were met with the sight of the medical unit and you realized you were lying in one of the beds.

The next thing you saw was Levi’s face, the veins in neck tense with distress, the circles under his eyes darker than you’d ever seen them before. You took a deep breath, which hurt, and you felt the bandages around your waist expand and contract against your skin.

Upon seeing your eyes begin to faintly blink open, Levi moved to the edge of his chair, his hand urgently reaching out for yours, his eyes wildly moving across your face.

“Y/N?” His voice was raspy with disuse and lack of sleep, his tone pleading and tinged with hope.

“Levi…?” you whispered, groggily, your voice low and coarse.

His eyes fluttered closed with relief, his shoulders slumping as his head dropped down to your hand, holding it to his forehead with reverence. “Oh, thank god…” He whispered, his voice stilted with emotion.

Once Levi composed himself, and you began asking him questions, he explained to you, briefly, what had happened — he didn’t want to alarm or worry you with the more gruesome details until he was sure you were okay. All he told you was that a Titan had attacked you on the last scouting mission and that you’d been in the medical unit for weeks.

You’d learned later that the entire time, Levi had barely left your side. He’d sat in a chair next to you, watching you, talking to you, holding your hand, and urging you to wake up and come back to him. At night, he’d slept even less than usual, nodding off in his chair for only an hour or so here and there. Some of the other squad members could have sworn they’d even caught glimpses of Levi crying when he thought no one else was around.

The only time he ever left your side was if he had to go to briefings and meetings. When he did, he’d threaten medics into sitting by your side, outlining grave consequences for if anything happened to you while he was gone. He’d skipped meals, trainings, and anything else that wasn’t absolutely mandatory for him to attend.

After he’d finished helping you sip some water and become less groggy, he just looked at you, his eyes scanning over every centimeter of your face, as if making sure that you were really awake and stable and it wasn’t some insomnia-induced hallucination.

“You’re done with the Scouts,” he’d said, finally, his voice firm, unyielding — it wasn’t a question, but a statement.

“Huh?” Your brows pressed together with confusion. “Who decided that? Erwin? What, does he think I’m useless now?”

“No, Y/N.” He shook his head, taking a soft breath before continuing. “I’m deciding it.”

“Levi-“

“No,” he cut you off before you can even think to object. His jaw clenched, his expression was fraught with concern. “Y/N. I thought you were… gone. It nearly killed me. This- nothing can ever happen to you again. You’re my wife. I need you to be here, with me. I need to know you’re safe, Y/N. I can’t- if you’d actually… Please, Y/N.”

For a moment, this surprised you. Outside of missions, Levi had never told you what to do or asked anything of you — he was protective, but not possessive. You being with him, caring for him, and loving him was more than he’d ever dared to hope for in his life. To him, you’d settle for him despite his most hidden scars, and it felt wrong to ever ask for more.

But he was asking you to do this. Begging you. For him.

“Okay,” your voice dipped to a gentle softness, your hand reaching out for his again, somewhat weakly. “Okay, Levi. I’ll leave the Scouts. Nothing will ever happen to me again. Everything’s going to be okay.”

A slow, uneven breath escaped his lips, as if expelling all of the fear and tension in his body. He collapsed into you, softly, his forehead pressed against your shoulder.

“Thank you,” he breathed, the words barely making a sound. “I love you, Y/N. More than you’ll ever know.”

He didn’t say it often, only when it really counted.

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[acmeangel]

♡ Levi has been missing for a month after a scouting mission, when he finally, unexpectedly returns to you and the two of you reunite...

♡ NSFW, minors DNI ♡ Canon!Levi x Female!Reader ♡ One shot, passionate, reunion sex ♡ Word count: 1800 ♡ Summary: Levi had been missing for a month after a scouting mission gone horribly wrong. No one knew what had happened or where he was, but the other scouts assumed he was dead. You and Levi had finally began your romantic relationship, and you were devastated by every passing moment without him. You're standing in your bedroom by the window, another sleepless, heartbroken night, when...

“Y/N.”

Levi’s voice. You recognized it immediately, and it was enough to send a frigid chill shooting up your spine. Your grip faltered on the windowsill and your breath trapped itself in your throat.

Was your mind playing tricks on you? Was this a part of grief no one had told you about? Was this what happened to a person after being so heartbroken and sleep-deprived?

It couldn’t possibly have been Levi. He’d been missing for nearly a month after a scouting mission gone horribly wrong and while no one around you dared to say it to you, everyone was sure Levi was dead.

You were nearly too afraid to turn around — that once you did, he wouldn’t be there, and your faint glimmer of hope would be taken from your desperate hands.

But, you had to. You turned around, your eyes moving first, your heart beating for the slim chance that Levi was really there, that he’d finally returned to you.

When your eyes finally landed on him, standing there in your doorway, he looked like an apparition. His skin was so pale it was nearly translucent in the moonlight; his weary eyes were cradled by purple circles. Fresh scars trailed over his skin — it was too unnerving to think of how he might have acquired them.

“Levi.” The word came out as a single, shuddering breath. Without another thought, you rushed over to him, your knees wobbling slightly with each step.

Your trembling hands reached up to his face, and during the split second your skin made contact with his, it felt like you were touching a ghost. Your fingers molded to the contours of his jaw and cheeks, a shape they’d memorized long ago. Your eyes darted between his, searching for confirmation that he was, really, alive in front of you, and not just a wraith of the man you love. His steely eyes caught in the moonlight, shining and burning, fervid emotions stirring in their depths.

A single ragged, sharp breath released from your parted lips. Tears welled in your eyes uncontrollably, blurring your vision as they hung precariously on your eyelashes before pouring down your face, shimmering in the soft light. For the past month, you’d gotten used to the feeling of hot tears rolling down your face; they’d trail down your neck or drop to the floor, no one to wipe them away for you.

Levi’s hands instinctively flew up to your face, his calloused fingers brushing away each tear with a tender firmness and a subtle urgency. Seeing you cry made him feel like his gut was being twisted and wrung out.

“Why are you crying?” His voice was a gentle, gravelly whisper. “I’m back. I’m here. I’m okay.”

“Levi,” you managed to say, the word caught between shallow, pleading breaths. It was the only word you seemed able to muster.

His hands firmly cradling your face, he leaned in and gently kissed your cheeks, his lips absorbing the tears that continued to fall. It was seldom that he’d ever initiate something so intimate — he never really had before — but this was the time for it. He needed you. There was no denying it anymore. And he would do anything, at all, to stop you from crying.

His lips, which were always so unexpectedly soft and pillowy, swept across your cheeks before landing against your lips in a gentle, tender kiss. Your lips melded onto his, a feeling you had missed so tremendously and hopelessly over the past month.

The kiss became more desperate, more wanting. Your breathing harmonized with his heavy breaths that escaped between hungry kisses, your tongues found each other. Your fingers curled into his soft hair, grasping at the strands. His hands slipped from your face to your waist then your hips, grazing underneath the hem of your shirt, his fingers brushing against your bare skin.

His grip on your hips tightened slightly as he walked you backwards to the bed, his lips still moving urgently against yours. He laid you back onto the bed, hovering over you for a moment to simply look at you, lying there before him. As you gazed up at him, your eyes shining with longing and adoration, his hand reached down and cupped your face, his touch reverent.

As he lowered himself down onto the bed above you, his lips parted with a soft, admiring sigh, and his hands shifted to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and over your head, your bare skin left glowing in the moonlight.

His hands worshipped your body, his palms roaming against the curves of your skin. His thumbs brushed against your nipples as his mouth found the slope of your neck, placing devoted kisses below your ear.

“So pretty,” he murmured, his hands covering over every inch of your skin. “Thank you for waiting. For not giving up.”

Your head tilted back as his lips explored your neck.

“Levi,” you whispered between heavy breaths. “I’d have waited forever…”

His back heaved slightly at the admission of your undying commitment for him. His hands moved down to the waistband of your skirt, slowly sliding it down your legs, his hands rested on the softness of your thighs.

His hands gripped deeper onto your thighs as his lips moved down your body, slowly kissing a path from your neck down to your hips. After placing a soft kiss against your hip bone, he lifted his head, positioning himself squarely between your legs, taking in the sight of you swollen and slick for him.

His jaw clenched slightly as his fingers reached out to separate your folds, revealing the depths of your neediness to him completely. He dipped his head closer, his tongue swiping from your entrance to your clit.

“So sweet,” he murmured, as he went in for more, his mouth covering you entirely. “Always so sweet.”

His tongue lapped at you, savoring the taste of you, his eyes remaining on your face to see your every reaction. You reached down and slid a hand into his hair, pressing his face further against you as you released a loud whimper.

“Yes,” he moaned against you, his tongue teasing you, coaxing out pretty moans. His nose pressed and rubbed against your clit as his tongue slid inside of you, in and out, repeatedly. As you began to writhe and squirm beneath his mouth, his hands clasped onto your hips, holding you in place as he devoured you.

His tongue slipped out of you and up to your clit, sucking and teasing it relentlessly, earning urgent and strained moans from you.

He looked up at you again, his lips and nose glistening wet from your juices, as he reveled in the sight of you, pleasured by him. Before he could continue, your hand tugged at his hair, lifting his head up.

“I need you, Levi,” you whispered, your eyes locking onto his, your chest rising and falling quickly. “Now. I need to feel you close to me.”

You were desperate; you’d missed him too much, been too scared that you’d never get to be with him again.

His pupils constricted and he drew in a sharp breath. He nodded slowly and began to strip his own clothes off, his shirt falling to the floor and his pants pulling down to reveal his cock, throbbing and twitching with anticipation. He positioned himself over you, his eyes studying every inch of your face and body.

“God,” he groaned as his tip felt your entrance, pausing for a moment before pushing inside you completely, surrounding him with tight, wet warmth.

“Oh, Levi,” you moaned breathlessly, your cheeks flushing as his cock stretched your walls.

As you adjusted to his size, he lowered himself down onto you, his body pressed against yours, your legs wrapping around him. His hand found yours, your fingers intertwining tightly as he nipped and kissed your neck and drove into you with slow, deep motions, his cock filling you up completely with each thrust. You whimpered and moaned softly, sweetly into his ear with every movement, drawing a needy groan from him. His free hand tightened around your hip, holding you in place.

“I missed you,” he whispered, muffled against the skin of your neck. He quickened his pace, the tip of his cock hitting the sweet spot inside of you with every needy thrust, the room filling with sounds of your skin slapping against each other and your moans blending together. “I missed you so much.” He repeated, his voice raw and husky.

“I missed you too,” you whispered, struggling to get the words out between your moans. “You’re my everything.”

Your body began to tremble beneath his, and he knew that you were getting close. He lifted his head from your neck to hover above yours, his eyes locking into yours with unbridled passionate intensity. His hand slipped from your hip to your clit, his thumb rubbing circles into it as he drove into you. Your body arched up into his, your face turning hot, and an unfiltered moan escaping your lips.

His eyes drank in the sight of you like this — seeing you overcome with pleasure was all he ever wanted or needed.

“That’s it,” he whispered between slightly gritted teeth, his thrusts becoming sloppy and his thumb moving quicker, “cum for me.”

As if on command, your hips began to buckle wildly beneath him, your hand gripping onto his until your knuckles turned white. Your eyes shut tightly, the pleasure too overwhelming.

“Levi,” you cried out, so intense it was practically soundless, as your legs tightened their grip around his back, your walls clenching rapidly around him. The feeling was enough to drive him over the edge and with one final thrust, he spilled himself into you with a jagged, primal groan, his eyes remaining locked onto your sweet, flushed face.

As your breathing leveled out, you opened your eyes, gazing up at him once again. His body, spent and satiated, settled down onto yours, his hand coming up to gently stroke your cheek. He tilted his head down to press a soft, gentle kiss against your lips.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered against your lips. The words hardly audible, as if he was trying to keep it a secret between the two of you, fearing that the world would conspire against you again and take you away from him.

Your hand trailed to his jaw, clasping around it softly, your eyes looking into his. “I love you too, Levi. And we won’t be apart again. I promise.”

His eyes closed with a single nod, and his head found the crook of your neck, his breath soft and gentle against your skin. His chest rested against yours, his heart beating solely for you.

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[acmeangel]

♡ Levi hires you to work at his tea shop, and the two of you become close.

♡ SFW fluff! ♡ Postwar!Levi x Fem!Reader ♡ One shot, soft Levi, friends to lovers vibes ♡ Word count: 2416 ♡ Summary: Levi hired you years ago to work at his tea shop, back when it was brand new. Over the years, you became close friends, and recently developed into more. You're both a bit rough around the edges, but get each other in a way no one else can. You're like two black cats in love.

It was years ago that you'd walked by Levi's tea shop in Marley and noticed the piece of paper pinned to the door that simply said "Hiring." in bold, slightly messy, handwriting.

Your eyebrows raised despite yourself, slightly amused by the straightforwardness of the sign -- no frills, no details, no niceties.

Marley had only just started to get on its feet again after a full year of scraping by while rebuilding, trying to shake off the lingering fears and treat the deepest wounds. Everyone was on the precipice of healing, and you figured it was as good a time as any to bring back some normalcy into your life. Working at a tea shop seemed like a decent enough way to do that; quiet, peaceful, easy enough. You were never much of a people person, but you could handle basic customer interactions.

When you'd entered the tea shop, you were met with Levi, who was behind the counter, a focused -- but not harsh -- look on his face as he neatly stacked boxes of tea into an orderly pyramid, a small display of the tea flavors. The bell above the door jingled as you entered, and he looked up at you, his gaze narrowing slightly, his hands pausing their precise movements. You got a clear look at his face -- the cloudy white eye, the healing scars tracing patterns into his skin.

"Hiring?" You asked, simply, nodding toward the sign on the window.

His eyes darted toward the sign, as if he'd forgotten that he put it there, and then fell back onto you.

"Guess so," he answered, his voice lacking any sort of feeling about the matter. "You want to work here?"

Before answering, your gaze scanned along the interior of the tea shop -- it was small and sparsely decorated, but not in a cold way. It was simple, comforting. Small wooden tables dotted the perimeter, intricately painted ceramic tea cups were stacked behind the counter, a few plants sat in the windowsills, drinking in the hazy sunlight.

"Yeah." Your gaze found his again, and you nodded. "I do."

"'Kay." His focus returned to the pyramid of tea boxes, his hands continuing to organize the stack. "What makes you qualified?"

"It's making tea," you retorted, dryly, without thinking. "Not mechanical engineering." You regretted it the instant you said it, realizing you'd likely butchered your chances of getting hired and that you should've made something up about having a passion for serving the community.

Without moving his head, his eyes drifted toward you, and you could see the faintest look of amusement tugging on his lips.

"Fine." This was all he had said, and you waited for him to ask more questions to evaluate you further, but they never came.

You stood there, somewhat awkwardly, watching as he continued working on his little display of boxes. Once he was finished, he tossed an apron over the counter toward you, which you caught, the fabric balled up into your hands. You were hired.

Surprisingly, it didn't take long for you to get accustomed to working alongside Levi. Neither of you were particularly talkative, preferring to keep to yourselves as you did your individual tasks; but, even separately, you worked in perfect harmony together, a seamless fit.

Over the years, it became less that you worked for Levi, and more that you worked with him, the tea shop turning into something that belonged to the both of you. It was never something that was discussed, it was just understood.

You'd started adding your touches to the shop -- art hung on the walls, pillows on the chairs, little knickknacks here and there. The shop was undeniably warmer and more inviting, and even though Levi would narrow his gaze each time you added something new, he never stopped you.

One day, he'd even shown up and placed a small ceramic cat on the counter, adjusting its position just so, though he wouldn't tell you where he got it. You'd teased him, somewhat relentlessly, about it, to which he blushed despite himself and muttered that it was never going to happen again, that you were a horrible nuisance in his life; you called him "such a baby", but made him a cup of black tea and all was forgiven. He brought a new plant into the shop the following week.

You'd share knowing glances with each other whenever a customer was particularly talkative or bothersome, and after they'd leave, you'd gripe to each other about it.

During breaks or lulls in the day, you'd both hover over the same book on the counter, reading simultaneously, your shoulders brushed together just barely. You wouldn't say anything, or even share your thoughts or opinions -- you'd just read, together, settled into the quiet of the tea shop.

As the time passed on, you'd begun to care for Levi, in a way you hadn't expected, hadn't experienced before. When he'd occasionally burn his hand on the stove, you'd hold the ice to his hand. When he had a cold (which he'd never admit to), you'd bring him soup from the cafe down the street. When you could tell he hadn't been sleeping well, you'd tell him to go home early and you'd handle cleaning up and closing the shop.

He'd always frown slightly and say something about how you shouldn't go through the trouble, that he can take care of himself, but you could tell that he appreciated it, that he might have even begun to count on it. You'd usually just tell him to shut up. He'd laugh, barely.

You knew, somehow, that you were the only person he let treat him this way -- gentle, caring.

You two had developed a quiet sort of friendship. You didn't talk all that much, you never saw each other outside of the shop, and you were both a bit rough around the edges. But, you fit together. Understood each other. It was as simple as that.

That was how it had been for years, which is why it took you by surprise when, on one particularly cold winter night, Levi insisted on going with you as you walked home after closing. You'd hesitated for a moment to answer, recalling all of the rainy, snowy, cold late nights that you'd walked home alone before, but the expression on his face told you that any protesting would be pointless. So, you let him.

Once you'd arrived at your front door, the two of you lingered silently on your porch, the only sound the soft creaking of the wood below and the brisk wind shuffling through the trees.

"Thanks for taking me home, Levi," you'd said, pulling your key out of your coat pocket and beginning to reach for the door. "Goodni-"

His hand clasped around your wrist, halting your movement. Your eyes snapped to his face, his gaze secured onto his grip on your wrist. A stretched moment of quiet passed between you two, as you waited for him to say something, but he didn't.

"Okay," you said, drawing the word out, raising an eyebrow slightly as you look at him. "Are you holding me hostage because you think it'd be funny to see me freeze to death out here, or...?"

The tension in his expression dissipated slightly, your dry, teasing tone eased his frayed nerves with a comforting familiarity. He'd gotten used to you, to the way you spoke; it became one of the few, small things he'd ever allowed himself to rely on.

"Y/N," he said, his tone taking on a softness, a somewhat pleading vulnerability that you'd never heard before, as his eyes finally drifted up to meet your gaze. The cloudy grayness in his eye faded into a pale, ethereal blue under the moonlight, the features of his face illuminated, exposed.

He didn't have to say another word. You knew exactly what he meant. That was just the way you two worked.

"Yeah," you'd whispered, knowingly, the word pillowing into the cold air.

His hand slid down your wrist to your hand, his rough, calloused fingers gripping around yours with a sense of uncertainty and newness, like he was learning a new language. He tugged gently, drawing you in, close enough that when both of you breathed, the visible clouds mixed together.

His free hand rose to your face, slowly grasping around your jaw. His teeth clenched slightly, a hint of self-consciousness in his gaze as he looked at the gap his missing fingers left on your cheek; feeling unable to hold you completely.

"Don't," you whispered, somewhat sternly, urging the self-doubt out of his gaze. Your hand flew up to cover his, holding it against your face, the missing fingers not even a thought in your mind.

"You always do that." The words came out as a rough, tumbling statement.

Your lips curled into a faint smile, your head tilted into his palm. "Do what?"

"Protect me," he whispered, his eyes searching yours, "from myself, mostly."

"Can't help it," you whispered back, the words softening his gaze even further.

Before he could think about it more, before he could stop himself, he pulled you in closer, only a sliver of cold air between your lips. He paused for a beat, drawing in a shallow breath, before closing the space. His lips trembled against yours for a fleeting second, before melting against yours. A perfect fit.

His grip on your cheek tightened slightly, his lips moved against yours with a quiet desperation, as if communicating all the words he'd been wanting to say.

He broke the kiss just as suddenly as it started, his lips remaining parted, soft and glistening.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he whispered, before leaning in to press a kiss on your cheek by your ear, his thumb brushing against your jaw one last time. He took one last look at you, his expression somewhat unreadable, before turning and leaving you at your doorstep.

That night was not too long ago, only a few weeks had passed since. Your relationship was like a delicate melody -- starting slow and gentle, then blooming into a perfectly synchronized symphony.

He'd started bringing you home every night, and he'd come inside for a while, sitting on your couch with you, talking more than he ever had (which still wasn't much, by most people's standards). You'd make dinner for the two of you, drape a blanket on his lap on the couch, gently tend to the scars on his face when they'd occasionally get irritated.

You'd lean your head on his shoulder, intertwine your fingers with his. Sometimes, he'd lean into your touch, slinging an arm around you and letting his head settle into the curve of your neck. Your fingers would stroke his hair softly or trace patterns up and down his back.

He'd always thank you at the end of the night and kiss you as if you were about to disappear into thin air. While he never specified what he was thanking you for, you knew he was thanking you for taking care of him.

That's all you really wanted to do -- care for him. You knew that his scars ran deeper than the visible ones, and the more he shared bits of his past with you, you could tell that he never had it easy. His life, until now, was one of fighting, survival, and loss. All you wanted was to alleviate some of the pain, some of the weight that had built up within him for so long.

So, you did these little things to dote on him, to show him what true affection felt like, in hopes that someday, he'd realize how deserving he is of it. That over time, the little things would grow into bigger things, that affection wouldn't be so foreign and unsettling to him. You were willing to wait.

He was by your front door now, slinging his jacket onto his shoulders, preparing to head home after another night spent together. You'd sat on the couch, his head on your shoulder, and he'd just finished telling you a simple story about Furlan and Isabel, who you'd learned about recently.

"Levi," you begin, your eyes shifting toward the window, at the powdery snow flurrying through the air. "It's freezing outside, you need more than a jacket."

His gaze follows yours out the window, his expression remaining unfazed. "It's just snow, Y/N."

You ignore him, and grab a knit, brightly colored scarf from the coat rack and hand it to him, your expression stern, but gentle. "Wear this."

"What? You can't be serious. I'll look ridiculous," he looks at you and the scarf dubiously, his brows pressed together with distaste. "I'll be fine."

"Would you just shut up and take it?" You roll your eyes, but you smile, affectionately. Before he can object further, you wrap the scarf around him, earning a groan from the back of his throat.

His nose scrunches slightly in disapproval, and the corners of his lips curve downward, but he lets you finish placing the scarf around his neck.

"Thanks, Y/N," he mumbles, leaning in to kiss your cheek, the touch soft and fleeting.

Mhm, you hum softly, satisfied with your little victory. You think he's about to turn and leave, but he doesn't -- he’s there, still, looking at you for a long moment.

"What, hoping to get a matching beanie?" You tease, warmly, a laugh escaping your lips.

He shakes his head.

"I told you a while ago that I never felt like I had a home before. Not a real one, anyway. But..." he says, his voice taking on a softened introspection, a gentleness to his face that you've discovered he reserves only for you. "I think this is it."

"Marley? Yeah, it's not so bad. Told you you'd get used to it," you say, a gentle, affectionate teasing in your voice, your fingers adjusting the scarf around his neck.

"No, Y/N. Not Marley," he corrects, his voice barely above a whisper, his gaze remaining intently fixated on yours. "You. You're my home."

Your expression melts, a faint pink blush rising to your cheeks. Your hand drifts up from the scarf to cradle his cheek, your thumb tracing his cheekbone.

He turns his head, his eyes remaining on you, and he presses a soft kiss into your palm. The kiss feels like he's making a promise to always be yours, and for you to always be his.

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♡ For my Valentine's Week Event! ♡ SFW ♡ Canon!Levi x Female!Reader ♡ Short one shot, fluffy ♡ Summary: You and Levi are both Scouts, and it's time for Paradis' annual Lovers' Festival! When Levi notices how you light up at the sights of the festival, how does he react?

Levi always chose you to go with him on trips into town to pick up more supplies for the barracks — you were focused, always stuck to the specific inventory needs, and he didn’t hate having your company, either.

You always appreciated the opportunity to go with him. While it wasn’t the most exciting ‘mission,’ it was still a break from the barracks for a short while, in a way that didn’t involve fighting Titans or risking your life (though you did sometimes fear for it while Levi double-checked the inventory list after you were done).

Town was typically quiet, bordering on dull and monotonous, but you didn’t mind that. The way you saw things, it was an idyllic look into how a normal, peaceful life could be — something as simple as picking out vegetables at a market stall seemed like a romanticized dream to you.

Levi would sometimes catch you from the corner of his eye, as you wistfully stared at the people in town, and he’d narrow his gaze with judgment, but wouldn’t tell you to stop. You’d still remained focused, so he saw no reason to take away this simple thing that seemingly brought you joy.

Today, however, was no ordinary day in town. Through the chaos of life with the Scouts, both of you had forgotten that it was the day of the annual Lovers’ Festival.

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose as the two of you had turned down a street and been met with streets full of couples holding hands, pink and red ribbons tied around every festival stall, children giddily sneaking pieces of chocolate, and bouquets of flowers bursting from every corner.

“Shit,” he’d muttered, “I forgot this insane thing was today.”

“Oh,” you said, your voice somewhat distant as the sights of curling rose petals, decadent sweets, and paper hearts captivated your gaze. “Yeah… so did I…”

Levi didn’t seem to notice your distraction as he began to weave through the crowded street, his brow set in a straight line and his lips pressed firmly together as he evaded the couples who were giggling while exchanging gifts and sweet words.

You, however, were in no such rush. You took your time, looking at each and every booth in the festival with wide eyes filled with curiosity and elation. You’d never say it out loud — especially not to Levi — but you’d always hoped that some day, you’d get to go to the Lovers’ Festival with someone special and be one of those couples. You knew that life in the Scouts made this a bit of a pipe dream, but you couldn’t help yourself from wanting it, anyway.

“Y/N,” Levi called out as he turned around from far ahead of you, irritation rising in his tone. “Move it, we’re on a sched-“

He cut himself off as he saw you leaning over the rows of flowers, your skin glowing as the vibrant colors of petals reflected onto you, your lips curved up into a warm smile. He saw the way your eyes lit up as you saw the couples walking by with intertwined hands.

He sighed and stood still at the end of the row of stalls, waiting for you to catch up instead of hurrying you along.

Eventually, you’d finished making your way through the street, and the two of you went on to gathering the supplies as usual, the sounds and sights of the festival left behind.

“Alright,” he'd said, after you'd finished up at the last shop of the day, glancing over the list one last time. “That’s everything.”

“Mhm…” you hummed in response.

Levi could hear the distraction oozing from your voice and he snapped his head up, expecting to see you preoccupied with something ridiculous. But when his gaze followed yours, he turned his head to see a modest vase of roses sitting on the shop counter. A small pink ribbon was wrapped around the vase, with a tag that read “Single Red Roses for Your Beloved” in swirling calligraphy.

His eyes drifted back to your profile, studying your expression — the small smile that played on your lips, the soft puff of air from your nose, the subtlest longing in your gaze.

“Tch.” He tapped his pencil against the paper. “Forgot something.”

You blinked hastily, your wandering mind brought back to reality as you turned to face him, your face heating up with embarrassment.

“I did?” Your brows turned downward, your eyes straining to try and see the paper. “What did I forget? Sorry, I’ve been…”

Your voice trailed off as Levi ignored your questioning, neatly folding and tucking the paper into his jacket and turning to head for the shop counter. You watched as Levi approached the shop owner behind the counter, pointing to the vase of roses. Your eyes widened with confusion, which morphed into actual bewilderment as the shop owner gave Levi not one, but all of the roses from the vase, wrapped together with newspaper. You heard him mumble a “shit” as he pricked himself with one of the thorns, griping under his breath.

Levi tossed a few coins down onto the counter then walked over to you, his stride as calm and purposeful as it always had been, as if he were about to hand you a folder of reports rather than a bouquet of roses.

The tension in his voice, however, betrayed a hint of actual nerves.

“Here.” He outstretched his arm, handing you the bouquet, his eyes looking everywhere but into yours. “You kept… staring at them.”

You took the bouquet into your arms, the sweet scent wafting up to your nose. You reached a hand up to gently trace your fingers along the soft, velvety petals, your eyes sparkling with wonder.

“Levi,” you began, your voice quiet and drawn out, as if trying to delicately navigate this uncharted territory. “You didn’t have to do- this is- these are beautiful…”

The tips of his ears turned bright red, his top lip scrunching upward with slight discomfort.

“You weren’t exactly being subtle, the way you were looking at everything all day,” he uttered, his eyes finally meeting yours. “Was starting to think your eyes were gonna fall out of your damn head. I don’t know. You looked… happy.”

“Thanks, Levi,” you said, your voice completely sincere as your face began turning hot once again and you couldn’t help but smile. “No one’s ever— just, thank you.”

He nodded, seemingly satisfied with your pleased reaction, studying the boxes of supplies for a moment before looking at you again.

“But if anyone asks, I didn’t buy those for you. I’ll deny it.” He raised a stern, serious eyebrow at you, but the softness in his eyes and the faint upturn of his lips suggested otherwise.

He paused for a beat, then added, “Those suit you. Maybe I’ll keep ‘em on the inventory list for next time.”

His lips tugged upward just a fraction of an inch more for the briefest moment, before he pushed through the shop door, back out onto the bustling festival street.

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"This is fucking ridiculous," Levi muttered under his breath as he navigated the uncharacteristically disastrous war zone that was his kitchen. As he held up the recipe, leaving flour-coated finger prints on it, his eyes scanned over the same step repeatedly, his brow cinched with exasperation.

"What the hell does it mean to cream butter?" he griped, turning the paper over, as if it magically would have new instructions on it. "Who in their right mind would assume everyone knows what that means?"

He set his hands down on the counter, sighing with frustration, as he took in the sights of his attempt to make sugar cookies—your favorite—though he'd internally drawn the line at heart-shaped cookie cutters. It was Valentine's Day, the first one you'd be spending together.

While you'd reassured him repeatedly that you weren't expecting him to do anything, that you'd be more than happy to just spend a night in together, he saw the way your eyes sparkled when you saw the pink and red Valentine's Day window displays at every store you passed by. He was determined not to mess this up—he felt lucky that he'd even been able to win you over in the first place, given his lack of "game" as Erwin had called it.

Levi was never one for grand gestures—and that wasn't about to change on a whim—so he'd decided on baking your favorite treat, making you dinner, and giving you flowers. For him, this was considered over-the-top.

What Levi hadn't expected was how goddamned complicated it was to make sugar cookies. He'd barely managed to create something that resembled dough, when he checked the time and realized that you'd be arriving soon.

"Shit," he mumbled, his kitchen still in disarray, and dinner not even started. At least, he thought, I managed to get the flowers. He'd picked up a bouquet of your favorite flowers earlier that day, which sat on the kitchen table, away from the disaster zone.

Before he could reconsider his plan or come up with a backup, he heard the sound of your key in the lock to the front door (he'd only just recently given you your own key). Moments later, you appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, stopping in your tracks as you took in the sight.

You started laughing—you couldn't help it.

"Levi," you said, a smile beaming on your face, "what in the world is going on in here?"

His expression turned classically grumpy, the tips of his ears turning red with embarrassment.

"They make these recipes impossible to follow," he said, defensively, holding up the recipe for you to see. "I couldn't explain to you what half of this is telling me to do."

You laughed again, stepping further into the kitchen, dodging the messes that were surely driving Levi to his breaking point.

"Let me see that," you said, an amused smile on your face as you took the paper from him, scanning over it briefly. "Sugar cookies, hm?"

"Yeah," he mumbled, his eyes studying your expression, "I wanted to make them for you. I know you like them."

Your expression softened as you put down the recipe and looked at him, your hand reaching up to gently brush away a smudge of flour from his forehead.

"Levi," you said, your voice soft and filled with affection for this man who was really trying his best to make you happy, "you didn't have to do all this. But, I appreciate it. Really."

One of the corners of his lips tugged into a half-smile. "I didn't fuck up entirely. I got you flowers." He nodded toward the table where the bouquet was waiting for you.

"Mmm, I can see that," your voice dipped just above a whisper. "Thank you, Levi."

You leaned in, your lips meeting his for a soft, flour-coated kiss.

"This recipe really isn't that complicated, though," you added, a loving tease. "I'll show you later, and then I'll let you go to town cleaning this kitchen."

"Ah," he said, his arm sliding down to wrap around your waist and draw you in closer, "you know just what I want."

You giggled, your arms slinging behind his neck. "That's because I love you, Levi."

"Love you, too," he replied, a faint raise to his eyebrow as he added, "But next year, I'm taking you out, instead."

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SFW, sad vibes, yearning vibes Levi x Y/N one shot Summary: You and Levi once thought you’d be together forever. Forever doesn’t come, and Levi is getting married to someone else. (I did, in fact, break my own heart writing this one.) Word count: 2297

When Levi first realized he was in love with you, the moment came out of nowhere.

The two of you didn’t even see each other that often. You knew from the start that Levi was more than just busy — his duty came first, and he was, in every sense of the word, unavailable.

Still, you couldn’t resist the stolen moments and scattered nights you’d spend together. You’d have endured a thousand lifetimes just for the fleeting, ephemeral moments when his gaze upon you would soften.

And, for reasons he hadn’t, couldn’t tell you, he couldn’t resist you, either.

You’d convinced him, on one especially clear-skied night, to go outside and look at the stars with you. He groaned at the idea, his thoughts already riddled with the aftermath of grass stains on his clothes and mud on his boots, but he said yes. For you.

So, you sat out in the grass by a stream with him, his head nestled into your lap. You spent an hour pointing out stars to him and making up the most absurd names for constellations you could think of, vehemently persuading him that they were real.

“I can’t believe you really believed there was a constellation called The King’s Toilet,” you giggled, looking down at him, a wry smile gliding onto your face.

“Sorry, did I not tell you fifteen times how insane that sounded?” He frowned, but his eyes betrayed the faintest inkling of amusement. “You derive too much enjoyment from making me suffer. You’re sick in the head. I should let Hange run experiments on you.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t dare.” Your jaw dropped in mock-offense.

“I might.” The crease between his brow smoothed out, slightly.

A comfortable silence fell between you two, as you tilted your head back up to look at the sky.

“Sometimes,” you began, your voice wistful, melting into the midnight purple sky. “I look up at the moon when we’re not together, and I wonder if you’re looking at it, too. Wherever you are.”

You tilted your head back down, your eyes found his.

“This is why you keep me around, huh? To torment me with your sentimentality?” His gaze narrowed, but the lightest shade of pink crawled onto his cheeks, barely perceptible through the darkness.

“No, it’s not,” your voice leveled out into a mellow rhythm. “I also like looking at your nose.”

“That’s what does it for you?” His eyebrow raised, hovering somewhere between disbelief and mesmerized. “My nose?”

Mmm, you hummed, the soft lilt of your voice blending melodically into the chirping of crickets and serene trickling of the stream — he was certain that it was the most beautiful song he’d ever heard.

“It does. Among other things.” Your finger gently traced down the slope of his nose, landing at the tip of it. “But, mostly your nose.”

His eyes trailed from your finger on his nose, up your hand, up the gentle curve of your arm, your shoulder, your neck. Without even trying, he memorized every faded scar, every freckle, every strand of hair that fell past your shoulder. Consuming the sight of you was like breathing for him — involuntary, simple, but necessary for his survival.

When his eyes finally met yours, it wasn’t just that he saw something in them. It was that he saw everything.

“You’re really strange, you know. I’ll remember to look at the moon more.” His voice was dry as ever. It was the only thing he could think to say; the words he truly felt were stuck somewhere in his ribcage, tangled together and out of his reach.

“I know.” You whispered, your words dripping out of your mouth as sweet as honey onto his skin. Your finger fell from the tip of his nose to his lips. You knew.

You leaned down, strands of your hair falling forward and gently grazing against his jawline; a touch so delicately intimate, it felt like a secret he was being let in on.

Your lips pressed softly against his, which immediately parted, just for you. His tongue swept across yours. No, this wasn’t honey. It was so much better. This was ambrosia — the stuff reserved for only the gods to taste, miraculous, a promise of immortality.

This was forever. He was sure of it. You were, too.

***

As the months passed by, Levi came to visit you more frequently. You weren’t sure if this was a conscious effort of his or simply happenstance, and you didn’t ask. You just accepted it.

He’d sleep with his head on your chest, the steadiness of your heartbeat soothing him to sleep. At first, he’d tend to wake up throughout the night, staring at the ceiling or out the window; he’d wake up before you, the bed empty beside you in the morning. You’d never forget the first time you woke up to him, still asleep, nuzzled against your chest. Soon, that became normal.

You’d tell him stories about the minutiae of your daily life, which he’d listened to intently, finding that they gave him a brief, rare feeling of normalcy. You’d read him passages from the books you read — he’d mutter gripes under his breath at poetry and clench his jaw in concentration at history. You’d muse and ramble about your latest ideas, dreams, wishes, hopes, and no matter how ridiculously sentimental he’d call you, he’d always listen as if your voice was the only sound that had ever existed to him.

For the most part, this is how it was. You talked. And he listened. Physical affection was shared with softer, gentler touches, though his lips seemed to always find the tender spot on your neck below your ear, his favorite place to kiss you. His hand would wrap around the bottom of your neck, not with any force or possessiveness, but with reverence, worship.

Levi began to open up to you, too. He’d tell you a story about his days in the Underground or what went wrong during his last mission or about how uncertain he really felt, all the time. He’d confide in you that he didn’t know if good or bad even existed within him, that he wasn’t entirely sure what he was anymore. He’d reveal pieces of himself the way water flows from a cracked vase — a slow, evenly paced drip. And every time he told you something new, he looked a little bit softer, lighter.

He’d started bringing you bundles of wildflowers when he’d see you because he said they reminded him of you. By the time they’d start to wilt, he’d appear at your door, fresh ones in hand. It was like a perfectly tuned clock, set to a pace that only the two of you knew about.

When you were together, the entire universe diluted itself down to the two of you — all of the stars, the cosmos, existed just to burn between the two of you. Nothing else mattered.

It was like this for a while. But, fate is fickle, and some forevers, like the stars in the sky, burn too brightly, too fiercely, too quickly to last eternally.

His visits to you became fewer and further in between. It wasn’t his fault, you knew this. You’d never blame him for it. You’d heard whisperings of what had been going on within the Survey Corps and it was enough to make you worry. Actually worry.

It had been a handful of months since he’d last visited you, but he still fit into your bedroom like he had never left. Wildflowers in hand.

The warm glow of the candlelight in your room illuminated his features in a way that softened his often sharp appearance — he was so beautiful. He had no idea. He never did.

Your head was cradled in his lap as he sat against the headboard of your bed. His hand rested on the top of your head, stroking your hair and holding you in place, as if keeping you where you belonged.

His gaze was distant, fixated on some invisible point in front of himself, far away. He was like this the last time he visited you, too. And the time before. And the time before.

His fingers slipped through your hair; he slipped through your fingers.

“Levi,” you whispered, gently. “Where are you? Come back...”

His gaze snapped to yours, a foggy haze in his eyes. “Sorry.”

His fingers continued their soft motion through your hair.

“What’s been going on with you?” You didn’t want to ask, you didn’t want to know the answer. You were afraid that the question would pry out of him an answer that would shatter the fragile glass that had encased the two of you, preserving your connection.

“It’s…” his eyes searched yours, as if contemplating how much to reveal, how much to worry you, “complicated. Tch. Gone to shit. Everything has. I don’t have a damn clue what’s going to happen. Not that I ever have.”

You reached up, your fingers gently molded to the curve of his cheek, a familiar feeling. “Levi, isn’t it always complicated? And you always end up on the other side of it. You will this time, too.” You tried to lull him out of this riptide with your voice.

His hand found the back of his neck, rubbing it with jagged movement.

“It’s different this time. Every shitty thing is different. I can’t afford to be… away from it anymore. I can’t keep letting everyone down. I just- I have to be there. I can’t afford distractions.”

Your lips dipped into a small frown. “Is that what this has been for you? What… I have been to you? A distraction?”

“No.” His eyes widened, flooding with instant regret. “Fuck. No.”

“I guess,” you sighed, your throat working hard to get the words out, “even from the start, I knew it was only a matter of time, before…”

“Yeah,” he cut you off. “It probably was.”

Silence. A long one.

“Shit,” he muttered, the word slicing through the thick air. His hand shifted from the back of his neck to on top of yours, holding your hand to his cheek as if it was his last lifeline, his final fruitless attempt to keep you attached to him.

“You’ll be able to come back eventually, right? Even if it takes a long time?” It was a Hail Mary of a question, and you knew that, but you were desperate. The very core of your being filled with an impossibly chasmic ache at the thought of him not returning to you.

“I don’t want to make a promise I can’t keep, Y/N.”

You paused. Your gaze drifted away from him. “I love you, Levi.”

“I know.” He replied quickly, his voice husky, strained. He took a breath. “I love you too, Y/N.”

It was the first time he’d ever said it.

Your eyes found his, for what you knew was the last time.

And there it was. That softened gaze of his.

“Maybe in the next life, we’ll get it right.” Your voice barely made a sound, the words disappearing into the air.

“Maybe.”

He retracted his hand. Yours dropped down to the bed.

***

It was for an everlasting stretch of time that you felt like you were left with the hollowed out husk of a soul. You couldn’t fathom the thought of ever loving again; part of you would always belong to him.

Time had a funny way of surprising you, though, the way it always does. Eventually, you learned to fill that empty husk again; it became new, different.

Your head started to fit in the crook of someone else’s neck. The sound of someone else’s voice saying your name became the last thing you’d hear every night. You memorized a new person’s list of likes, dislikes, idiosyncrasies, fears, memories, mannerisms, hopes.

You’d finally reached goals that you’d once told Levi about, visited places you thought you’d bring him to see. You’d have dreams that he’d find nonsensical, complaints that you knew only he’d understand, or read a book that he’d enjoy. You’d wake up one day and suddenly have a distaste for what was once your favorite food, and for some reason, you’d want to tell him — you’d want to write to him, “I’ve changed since then. Have you?”

You’d still look at the moon sometimes and wonder if, maybe, he was looking at it, too. Like he said he would.

When you heard through a chain of friends-of-friends-of-friends that Levi was actually getting married to someone else, it felt like your entire world shifted on its axis. It wasn’t that you were angry, or even surprised — you had moved on, and he had every right to do the same.

It was that you wondered if a part of him still belonged to you, too.

You wondered if she loved his nose the way you did.

***

The day was here. Levi stood at the altar, a place that he honestly never envisioned himself being, across from someone who wasn't you. But, it felt right. This much was true. Being with her felt like being enveloped in a slow, warm breeze that could thaw through the coldest winter air. Her love was a tender, soft comfort he’d grown used to, that he’d started to rely on. It was different.

“I do.” The words came out of her mouth soft, rounded, sweet. Her cheeks glowed. She was happy. He made her happy. Even still, it was hard for him to believe that he could have that effect on somebody.

And now, she had told everyone that this — that Levi — was, undoubtedly, her forever.

It was his turn to say it. Those two words.

He looked into her eyes.

And, while he knew that he saw something in them, he didn’t see everything.

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[acmeangel]

♡ For my Valentine's Week Event! ♡ SFW ♡ Modern!Levi x Reader ♡ Short one shot, fluffy ♡ Summary: You and Levi are both invited to the same Valentine's Day party, the first time you've ever seen him before. The fact that he showed up to a Valentine's party wearing a green sweater catches your attention. What happens when you decide to strike up a conversation?

When Erwin had invited you to his Valentine’s Day party, you didn’t even have to think about it—you were going. You’d only met Erwin a handful of times, through your friend Hange, but that was all it took to be welcomed warmly to one of his over-the-top parties. As a bonus, they turned out to be the perfect way to meet new people—and since you were still pretty new in town, you jumped at any opportunity you could get. 

So, you threw on your only Valentine’s Day sweater—pink with two kittens on it, surrounded by a heart—a somewhat embarrassing option that you were determined to wear proudly. You showed up at the party with Hange, carrying a tray of cupcakes that you’d baked earlier that day, complete with pink, red, and white frosting (and Hange had decided on the way to the party that they were actually from the both of you).

As the guests continued to pour in, squeezing into the apartment, you were surrounded by a sea of people wearing shades of pink, red, and white—save for one guy, who was leaning against the wall, wearing a dark green sweater. 

You didn’t think too much of it, until you were grabbing dessert from the table he was standing by—the silence between you started to feel awkward to you, and you were still on your mission to make new friends.

“Not a fan of Valentine’s Day?” You asked, deciding to break the ice with a friendliness in your tone, nodding toward his sweater. 

“Not really my thing,” he responded, barely acknowledging you, his eyes only flickering to you for a brief moment before continuing his observation of the party. “Parties, I mean.” 

Your eyes lingered on his profile for a bit—despite his steely tone, his face didn’t look harsh or cold, simply calm and unaffected. 

“Yeah, I gathered that,” you said, a subtle bit of humor in your voice. “Usually the party animals aren’t the ones standing by the wall the entire time.” 

“Guilty as charged, I guess.” He didn’t turn his head to face you, but his eyes drifted over to you; his expression remained almost the same, but his eyes betrayed a hint of amusement and curiosity. 

“You know, white is technically a Valentine’s Day color,” you said, mocking deep thoughtfulness. “I’m sure you own a white button down shirt.” 

“I wasn’t exactly prepared for this… theme,” he stated, flatly, his head turning to actually face you. “Erwin texted me saying there was an actual emergency at his place, and by the time I was already halfway here, he called and told the truth. He’s a real conman, you know. Even had the nerve to ask me to pick up ice.” 

“Oh, so you’re the guy who brought one single, small bag of ice for an entire party, then?” You asked with the slight raise of an eyebrow and tilt of your head. 

“You have a lot of opinions for someone wearing that,” he retorted, dryly, gesturing to your sweater with his glass, the amber liquid swishing around in it.

“Hey, you can't deflect that easily,” you teased, your lips curving up into a smile as you leaned against the wall, settling into the conversation. “What’s with the ice stinginess?”

His eyes lifted back to your face from your sweater, his expression unreadable—he hadn’t quite warmed up to you, but he wasn’t entirely put off from the idea of talking with you. 

“You can blame Erwin for that, too. Told me it was going to be a ‘small get together’ not this whole thing.” His gaze narrowed as he glanced around the crowded room, filled with the chatter and laughter of enthused, lovestruck guests. “Feel like I’m a damn sardine in a can.” 

You laughed at this, shaking your head softly as you followed his gaze around the room. 

“Mmm, well it’s a good thing you missed his holiday party then. It was twice this size,” you said, your eyes returning to him, then flickering down to his drink. “Where’d you get that, anyway? All of the drink options at the bar were strictly red and pink.” 

You lifted up your glass, which was filled with a sickly sweet pink concoction of liquors and mixers, and notably with no ice. 

He looked at the unnaturally-colored drink and his top lip pulled upward in disgust, his nose scrunching. After a momentary pause, as if still sizing you up, he tilted his head with a single nod, motioning for you to follow him. He pushed off the wall and began walking away, weaving through the crowd; you followed behind, deciding not to question it.

He glanced back over his shoulder at you, then reached out and took your drink from your hand, his fingers grazing against yours in the exchange. 

“Tch. Get rid of this,” he muttered as he set the glass down on the next table he passed by. 

He continued making his way through the crowd with you following close behind, before stopping at a door further down the hall, a secluded, quiet area of the apartment. Without a word, he opened the door for both of you to enter. It revealed Erwin’s office-slash-library, which had a bar cart nestled into the corner, filled with bottles glimmering with shades of amber liquid—the good stuff. 

“I figured if I’m gonna be stuck at this party,” he began, as he walked over to the bar cart, setting his own glass down on Erwin’s desk as he began preparing your drink, “I should at least be given the courtesy of a decent drink. Good thing for us both, I've needed to scope out where the good shit is during another one of these parties."

“I’d say that’s a fair trade,” you responded, walking over to stand near him, leaning against the desk as you watched him pour your drink. 

He handed you the glass, a spark of amusement in his eyes as he met your gaze. "No ice. Sorry."

He grabbed his own glass of the desk and raised it in a silent toast; you mirrored the movement and the two of you simultaneously sipped your drinks. 

“So,” he said as his glass left his lips, “you’re into all this Valentine’s… whatever?” 

Your lips turned upward into a soft smile and you nodded, the fingers on your free hand lightly tapping against the desk. “Yeah, I suppose so. As much as a single person can be, anyway.” 

“Hm,” he murmured, sipping his drink again, finishing it off, his eyes revealing what seemed to be the smallest bit of interest. 

“What do you have against it?” You asked, tilting your head with curiosity.

“Nothing,” he stated, a slight shrug to his shoulders. “Just not into the… showiness.” 

“Ah,” you nodded, “So you’re more of a single rose guy, rather than a dozen roses and chocolates and jewelry with hearts on it?” 

“You could say that,” he said, his voice drifting off at the end. 

You were about to respond, when he set down his empty glass and began moving for the door. 

“Think it’s time for me to get out of here,” he said, ready to be freed from the crowded party and Valentine’s Day celebrations. “See you around, cat sweater.” 

“Yeah,” you nodded, the faintest hint of disappointment in your voice as your shoulders slumped. “See you around…” 

Your voice trailed off as he slipped out of the door, leaving you alone in the quiet of the room, the sounds of the party muffled on the other side. A puff of air escaped your lips as you sighed, wondering who that was and what had just happened. 

You eventually made your way back out to join the rest of the party, spending the remainder of the evening mingling with the other guests. You’d found out from Hange that the green sweater guy’s name was Levi (Hange also apologized on his behalf for whatever unfiltered comment he’d inevitably made toward you, assuming that was the reason you'd brought him up).

For a fleeting moment, you’d considered asking for Levi’s number, but had decided against it—if parties and Valentine’s Day and meeting people weren't his thing, the chances of him having any interest in you beyond a single moment seemed low. You decided to spare yourself from the rejection and forget all about Levi, whoever he was. 

This proved increasingly difficult as the days following the party went on—your mind couldn’t help but drift to the mysterious man who had captivated you for a bit. 

When all hope had seemed lost, your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a text from an unsaved number:  Hey, cat sweater. It’s green sweater. Erwin gave me your number. Let me take you out sometime this week. 

Your eyes widened as you clutched onto your phone, scanning the message repeatedly, caught off guard from the fact that he’d texted you at all, let alone with such directness.

As you stared at the message, he followed it up with one additional text: If it makes you say yes, you can wear another ridiculous sweater. 

Ridiculous sweater or not, you didn’t have to think about it—your answer was a definite yes. 

♡ This was for my Valentine’s Week Event!

♡ Requested by @houseofcrying

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[acmeangel]

𝒱𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒’𝓈 𝒲𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉

♡ This week, I’ll be doing a special Valentine’s Day celebration! All week, you can submit short Valentine’s-themed Levi drabble requests ♡

⋆ 🎀 𝑅𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈 🎀 ⋆

♡ I’d prefer to make it Valentine’s themed and fluffy for the holiday, but it doesn’t necessarily have to be!

♡ Example requests could be “How would Levi react to you buying him flowers?” “What would Levi do if he forgot Valentine’s day?” “Y/N and Levi are friends and Levi decides to make a move on Valentine’s Day”

♡ Simple requests are encouraged (i.e., one question/scenario)

♡ NSFW & SFW requests are both allowed

♡ All responses will be roughly 200-800 words

♡ All requests must be Levi x Reader (no ships) and can either be canon!Levi or modern!Levi (but likely nothing too niche or specific since these are meant to be short & sweet)

♡ Event will run 2/10 - 2/14

♡ If I find your request inappropriate/offensive in any way, I won’t answer it!

ꕤ I will answer as many as I get to! I might extend the event if I can’t get to all of them within the time frame.

ꕤ If you have a longer request, please feel free to submit it! It just won’t be posted for this event, but my general requests are open.

ꕤ My inbox has several requests in it right now — I will still be writing these! It just may not be this week, so please be patient.

[acmeangel]

hiii

saw your valentine event and got an idea!!

how about levi x reader meeting in valentine’s day? i was thinking that maybe they got invited to a small party with friends and it could be their meet cute

it could be modern or canon levi, which ever you prefer😊

i looooooved this idea!!! i just posted it for you here ♡ i hope you like it!!

[acmeangel]

“how would modern!levi act on his and reader’s first valentine’s day together?”

loveeee this!! answered here hehe

[acmeangel]

I need more Levi content.

Levi x single mom reader

Levi ends up falling in love with a young single mother. (she is 22 years old) Her son loves humanity's strongest soldier. Reader has a tea shop in Trost. The reader is a widow.

NSFW/fluff/angst content.

They get married. She ends up giving Levi a kid. They don't hear from Levi But then Levi ends up staying in Marley and then I asked Onyankopon to pick up his family in Eldia.

Don't be in a hurry to write. Take your time.

Thanks 🩷

Done!! I've written this here for you -- it's 8K words, so you have plenty to read hahaha

I loved writing this! There were so many emotions.

Also, that little chibi Levi is tooooo cute.

[acmeangel]

I have a one shot idea

Reunion sex with Levi but make it soft like desperate and stuff

Ok so basically Levi had gone on a scout mission and had gone missing for months most of the regiment had made it back but no one knew what had happened to captain Levi or stuff basically everyone thought he died or something and somehow he came back and well y/n was devastated when Levi had gone missing and was losing hope for Levi to come back when he had she just wanted to be close to him she almost couldn’t believe he was there

answered here!

i love this type of NSFW idea, tysm for submitting! <3 i hope you like it hehe

[acmeangel]

ID LIKE TO REQUEST AN EMOTIONAL LEVI ACKERMAN STORY THAT I DAYDREAM ABOUT DURING MATH 🫡 (im failing math)

HEAR ME OUT:

Yn is levi's wife and the two are on a mission with some other comerades. basically, levi finally convinced himslef that yn wont leave him like everyone else when UH OH- DISASTER STRUCK. Yn gets SERIOUSLY injured and is on the brink of death, so her, hange, levi, and other comrades rush her back to headquarters. but she gets limper on the way and levi thinks shes DEAD (cuz they dont have modern education) so he literally breaks down in front of everyone and theyre all like "🫨WTF?" but by some miracle, a month later, she actually survives and wakes UP! then levi literally forces her to leave the corps :D

PLEASE WRITE THIS 🙏 I LOVE YOUR WORK

I love this request! I hope reading it come to life will make you able to concentrate in math again. <3 Good luck with school!

Wrote this for you here!

[acmeangel]

꒰ა ☆ request rules ☆ ໒꒱

ꕤ requests are OPEN ꕤ

♡ 18+ only (not all content is NSFW, but some of it is, so minors dni)

♡ this is a place for everyone! everyone will be treated with kindness and respect here, so if you choose to behave otherwise, i will block

♡ currently writing for levi, but if you have a request for another character, i can try!

♡ i write mainly SFW content, so bring on all the fluff, angst, pining, whatever! 

♡ i will take NSFW requests as well, but will say NO if it is something too extreme/violent/sexist/racist/homophobic/etc. (you get the idea)

♡ i will not write NSFW content about any underage characters! 

♡ i will write both in the canon universe and in a modern AU, depending on preference (if you have one)

♡ i will follow your requests to the best of my ability, but will always prioritize writing levi as in-character as possible (based on my perception of him)

[acmeangel]

your levi event is SO cute, so i had to join in!

my thoughts: canon!levi, reader is also a scout of similar age. they probably don’t have valentine’s day exactly in paradis/marley, but what if there’s a similar concept? like a lover’s day kind of public event thing!

the reader doesn’t explicitly say she wants to participate, but levi notices her light up when she admires the festivities/sees happy couples exchanging gifts. what would levi do?

love this!! so so cute. wrote it for you here!