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levis-poison-is-my-medicine · 1 day ago

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Little Treats

(The Tea Lovers Pt. 5)

A Levi x reader fanfic

Crossposted from AO3

A/n: This update is a bit longer again, I hope you like it <3

tags: fluff and humor, silly and sweet, tea-obsessed fem!reader with their head in the clouds (word count: 2.95k)

(Part one) / (Levi x reader Masterlist)

Levi strode to your room without hesitation. His mind was filled with dread at the thought of all the creatively disturbing ways you might have drawn him.

The last one had been traumatizing enough, and you had drawn that as a sample for him. These, you had attempted to keep from him. There was no telling how deranged they would be. The thought made his steps quicken with urgency. He would make you hand them over. Better yet, he would make you burn them all.

He reached your door and knocked. There was no answer. Frowning, he knocked harder, calling your name.

The door opened just a crack. A face appeared, peering suspiciously out into the hallway. Her eyes widened in recognition when they met his.

"Captain Levi? Is that you?"

The door swung open completely, revealing a woman in a dressing gown squinting up at him in the dim light of the hallway. It was Nifa, one of your roommates. The room behind her was dark. "What's wrong?"

Only then did he realize what time it was. He scowled, cursing you under his breath while trying to think up an excuse to get out of this situation.

The young scout in front of him flinched. "I'm going to get her. Just a moment, please." Before he could protest, Nifa was gone again. He blew out a breath, defeated.

It took quite some time until you stumbled into the hallway, pushed by two other scouts. They immediately closed the door behind you to prevent you from going back inside.

"No fair", you mumbled, sleepily fumbling with the door handle. When the door didn't budge, you leaned on it instead, resting your head against the door frame. Your eyes were still closed.

Levi watched as you slowly slid down against the door. He cleared his throat. You didn't react, continuing your journey toward the floor. He sighed and took a step forward to wrap an arm around your waist, preventing you from falling.

Your head fell forward against his shoulder. "Hmm..." You sagged against him with a satisfied hum. "Bed," you murmured into his shirt.

"No," Levi said.

You muttered something unintelligible, muffled by the fabric. Then you snaked an arm around him, pulling him even closer. Levi stood very still. He had never been this close to you before. Your body was soft and still warm from sleep.

You sighed softly into his shoulder.

"Stop it. You're drooling."

"… Levi?" Your voice was a raspy whisper. You looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, like you had only just noticed he was there. "Is it time for tea?"

"No. Go back to bed."

"Okay." Your body grew limb again. Levi sighed.

He carefully removed the arm you had wrapped around him and pulled away from you, steadying you with one hand and knocking with the other. The door opened instantly to the two women from earlier. He recognized them from Mike's squad, but couldn't recall their names. They shot him a long and curious glance. He could see Nifa standing behind them, barely visible in the darkness of the room.

"Go back inside," Levi told you and gave you a small push in the right direction. You plodded over to the women, who steered you back to your bed.

"Good night", he muttered before swiftly walking away.

– –

You woke up from someone shaking you by the shoulders. It was your roommate Nanaba.

"Just five more minutes", you mumbled, trying to free yourself from her grip.

"You wish! You already slept through your alarm. Again, might I add."

You grumbled something incomprehensible in return, refusing to open your eyes.

Nanaba let go of you. "Like I thought. It's one of those days. That leaves us with only one option." She turned to the woman beside her. "Lynne, is it ready?"

Lynne nodded and handed her a cup filled with a steaming, dark liquid. Nanaba brought it up to your nose, using her free hand to fan the steam into your nostrils.

You perked up immediately, snatching the cup from her to take a sip. "For me?" you asked only after you had already entirely downed its scalding hot content. "You shouldn't have. In bed? What a service. That's so nice of you." Usually you were the one to prepare the tea in the morning. Your definition of morning, anyway, since you always set your alarm to the latest possible time.

"It's fine," Nanaba said with a wave of her hand. "I think we can all use some help getting up today."

"I still can't believe how Captain Levi woke us all up yesterday night." Lynne yawned. "Took me so long to fall asleep again after that."

Nifa turned to you. "Yeah, what did he want? He seemed kind of angry."

"Beats me. I must've slept through it." You stretched.

"Um, no you didn't. You talked to him. "

"I did? Huh." You scratched your head. "Are you sure? Cause I can't remember."

"Yeah I'm sure. I was the one who had to drag you out of your bed for it."

"Huh."

"I really thought it must be an emergency, but he only ended up talking to you for like, two minutes or something. And you went right back to sleep, after it, too."

"Okay…?" Now your curiosity was piqued. "I wonder what it was about…I better go and ask him!"

You jumped out of bed and headed for the door.

Nanaba caught you by the hem of your pyjama shirt. "Maybe get dressed first?"

You stopped and looked down at yourself. "Oh. Yeah, I probably should," you admitted sheepishly.

"Though it's not like he hasn't seen her like that before," Nifa giggled.

"True," you said. "Still, I should look proper. I've got to train the new cadets later today." You put on your scout's uniform.

"Of course you should look proper. You're on your way to meet Captain Levi," Lynne said, also giggling.

"Yeah? What about it. I see him every day," you said, not understanding what all the fuss was about.

"You do?" Lynne sounded doubtful.

"Of course, for tea time."

"Are you saying…that you have tea with him every day?"

"Yep." You buttoned up your shirt.

"What?? Since when? How have you never mentioned that before?" Lynne's eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.

You shrugged. "Since sometime after my birthday, I think? I guess it just didn't come up."

"You gotta be kidding," Nifa said.

"I'm not. This is tea we're talking about," you said with a solemn expression.

"This is Levi we're talking about!" Lynne all but shouted.

"Yes, and...?" you asked, a bit confused.

"And you should have told us about it!" Lynne exclaimed.

"You were the one who told me to stop talking about tea all the time…" you muttered, pouting. "How is this different?"

"It is completely different," Lynne said in exasperation.

"It's not."

"It is, too."

"More importantly," Nifa said, interrupting your bickering, "Do you really plan on meeting him this way?" She gestured at your shirt.

"Sure, why wouldn't I?" You were growing more confused by the second. They didn't usually comment on your clothing.

"There's a stain on your uniform."

You bent your chin down to get a better look at it. "Oh, that. I got some tea on it while I was folding the laundry. I swear it's a fresh shirt." You rubbed at it with your thumb.

Nifa shook her head. "That won't do at all. Here, take one of mine." She handed you a neatly folded shirt out of the dresser.

"Thanks," you said, a bit surprised by their unusual behavior. "Though I don't think it's necessary…"

"Nonsense. You know how Captain Levi can get."

"Fine, if you insist." You put on the new shirt. "I still think you're overreacting."

"They definitely are," Nanaba piped up. "I don't understand them either. But then again, we should be used to it by now. They always get this way when it comes to him." She smirked.

"Shut up," Lynne said. "We are being perfectly reasonable. Just because you have a weird taste in men doesn't mean–"

"My taste is perfectly fine," Nanaba cut in. "Just because I prefer taller men–"

"The problem isn't that he's tall, it's that he's weird. The way he sniffs everything like a dog–"

"Take that back right now! How can you talk like that about our superior! Just because he has a good nose–"

"Aaand they're at it again. This could take a while. It's their classic Mike vs. Levi debate. You should go before they drag you into this," Nifa told you in a low voice.

You chuckled. "Yep, I better run."

– –

For once you actually remembered to knock on his office door, but you still tore it open without waiting for an answer.

"Good morning! I hope you don't mind the intrusion so early." It wasn't even that early anymore.

Levi looked up from his work with a disgruntled look on his face, making it clear that he, in fact, did mind the intrusion. You took no notice, plopping down on the chair opposite him with a cheerful smile.

"So, about last night…" you started, making his eyes snap to yours. "This is a bit embarrassing," you continued, oblivious to the way his gaze seared into your face. "But I don't actually remember what you said to me. You did talk to me, right? My roommates told me you came by, and I know it was probably very important, but I don't remember a thing. I'm sorry. I must have still been half-asleep or something."

"More than half," Levi muttered. He was looking down at his desk, his expression flat.

"I'm sorry?" you asked.

He didn't answer. You looked at him curiously.

"Soo, what was it about? I'm sorry I forgot. Please just tell me again, I swear I will remember it this time."

"The same way you remembered my order?" His tone was sharp.

You stared at him blankly. "What order?"

"The drawings of me. I know that you still have some. Where–"

"Ahh I just remembered I have something very important to do. So sorry. I will see you later." You got up very quickly, almost knocking over the chair.

Levi also stood up. "And what would that important thing be?" he asked coolly. Before you knew it, he was between you and the door. Damn, he really was fast.

"You know…Erwin asked me to help him with his paperwork. And then I also promised Hange to clean the lab with them. And that's all on top of my usual duties, like training the new cadets this afternoon. So you see, I am very busy."

You gave him an apologetic smile while you inched towards the door. If you made a dash for it, maybe you would be able to make it.

"So I take it you will be too busy for teatime today, too?"

You gasped. "Not that busy."

"That's what I thought. I am sure Erwin will understand if you start a little later then. Why don't we ask him right now?"

Levi walked to the door. You scrambled after him. "That won't be necessary…"

He didn't listen, already marching to Erwin's office. By the time you got there, he was knocking on his door.

"Come in," the commander said.

"Erwin", Levi said, staying in the doorway, "Do you mind if I borrow her for 10 minutes before she helps you with your pesky paperwork?"

Erwin looked up at him with knitted brows. "I'm sorry, who are you talking about?"

You squeezed past Levi. "Me. I promised I would help you with your paperwork, remember?" You gave him a pointed look.

He raised his eyebrows in response. "All of it," you said motioning at the stacks of papers which took up most of his desk.

"Ah, yes. That's very nice of you," Erwin said slowly, still looking at you with a puzzled expression. You nodded furiously.

"I should begin right away." You started for his desk, rolling up your sleeves.

"There is no need. Didn't Levi need you for something first?"

Shoot.

"That's right," Levi said.

You shot him a dirty look, but you had no choice but to follow him out of Erwin's office.

"And did you say Hange–"

"Fine. I do have some drawings of you," you begrudgingly conceded, before he could make you go to Hange, too. "But I swear I had them for a while. You see, they are simply remnants of stock from before you ordered me not to do them anymore. What was I supposed to do with them?" You looked at him with big, pleading eyes.

"Hand them over."

"But Levi–"

"Hand them over." He was scowling.

You exhaled loudly, accepting your fate. "Fine. They're in my room."

"Let's go to your room, then."

You trudged after him as he made his way down the stairs. This was bad. Really bad. The shirtless-drawings-of-Levi type of bad.

You reached your room before you were able to come up with a solution. Levi stood in front of the door with his arms crossed. He was looking at you expectantly.

"Before you see them, you should know that all of these were commissions. Someone described to me very clearly what they had in mind, I simply helped them put it to paper. So in a way I was but a mere tool to help them get the message across, you know? And you know how they say: don't shoot the messenger."

You laughed nervously, but it didn't look good for you. Your rambling had only made the frown on his face deepen further.

You let out a big sigh. "Okay," you said as you opened the door with sweaty palms. You entered with Levi close behind you.

"Fine! Maybe Mike is only humanity's second strongest soldier, but he is by far the hottest! I would choose him over Levi any day!" Nanaba was shouting at Lynne.

"Um, guys?" you said. They turned to you. Nanaba went pale. Lynne went red. Neither of them said another word. Silence enveloped the room, broken only by the sound of the door falling shut behind you.

"I should really learn how to knock, huh."

The two women just stared at you, aghast. Nifa was nowhere to be seen. You glanced at Levi, who stood next you with an unreadable expression.

"Don't mind me and Levi here. We'll just be a second," you continued, walking over to your bed and throwing your pillow and blanket onto the floor.

Now it wasn't just the women who were dumbfounded.

You flipped over your mattress. "I know it's a lame hiding place," you said as you retrieved a brown paper envelope.

You opened it, pulling out a few sheets of paper, and started flipping through them. You grimaced. It was worse than you had remembered. Levi didn't wear a shirt in any of them.

When you got to the last one, you froze. "Fuck," you muttered under your breath. It was a piece you had planned to give Petra for her birthday as a surprise. Of all the drawings in the envelope, it was by far the tamest. Yet it was the only one you just couldn't allow him to see.

Your eyes shifted to Levi. He was looking at you with hawk eyes. There was no way you would be able to make it disappear unnoticed.

You separated the drawing from the rest and slipped the others back into the envelope, letting them stick out enough that his face was visible on the first one. "Here you go," you said and held it out to him.

"What about that one?" He pointed at the piece of paper you still had in your hands.

"That one's not of you," you said, pressing it to your chest protectively, with its blank backside facing in his direction.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Show it to me."

"No."

He stretched out his hand. You backed away. "I'm allowed to have my privacy."

Levi huffed. He was coming closer. This left you with no choice.

You scrunched up the paper into a tiny ball and shoved it into your mouth. It tasted awful. You chewed on it frantically.

"What the hell?" Levi glared at you. "Spit it out."

You swallowed. "Too late. Unless you want me to throw it up for you?"

He scoffed.

It was such a shame about the drawing, though. You had put in a lot of time and effort. But there was nothing you could have done: the drawing hadn't just depicted Levi. Petra had been on it, too, standing really close to him, holding his hand. It was fine if he got mad at you, but you didn't want him to get mad at her. It would break her heart. You couldn't let that happen. So you had done what you had to.

You looked over to your roommates. Lynne was covering her mouth in shock. Nanaba was trying her best to hold in a laugh.

"What? I was hungry. I didn't have breakfast yet."

"Help yourself, there's plenty more where that came from," Levi deadpanned, holding out the envelope.

"No thanks. These are nice little treats, but they're not the healthiest."

"Nice little treats, you say?" He pulled out the topmost drawing from the envelope. His deadpan expression slipped, eyes widening in shock. You covered your eyes with your fingers. When you warily peeked through them, he was already glowering at you, wearing the worst scowl you had ever seen on him.

"Into my office. Now."

You sighed. Here we go again.

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rivangel · 1 day ago

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day 6; act ship/character; Levi<3 content; SFT

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“Tonight, act like you’re happy to work together."

Levi, granted looking even more spiffy than usual, only stared at Erwin. All this to say Erwin told you how to behave for the gala.

Obviously, when he left, Levi looked at you. No shame about it, but he looked stiff about the issue tonight.

"We'll work better together," you say, smiling. The silent part is loud.

He grumbled. "He should've gotten someone suited for this."

"You're best suited—in a special way. Just you being there will influence them; you look strong."

"...Hm..." His lip curled in distaste.

"And pretty."

"—Sh...Shut up."

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levisolace · 2 days ago

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[8] Expendable Hearts (Levi x F!Reader)

Chapter 8: New Perspective

WC: 8,434 Chapter Warnings: none Summary: Everyone in Levi's life knows he only ever dated one girl and that she left him wrecked, bitter, and heartbroken. Many years later, she's back in his life and he doesn't know what to do. Note: unedited lol

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The morning air bites at your fingers as you clutch two steaming cups outside the coffee shop, their warmth the only buffer against the chill creeping up your spine. You hadn’t expected your nerves to be this frayed, but standing here, a cup of tea and coffee in hand, you feel oddly exposed. It’s a simple gesture, a peace offering at best—but when it comes to Levi, every step feels like it’s weighed down with history.

Steeling yourself, you inhale, letting the brisk air fill your lungs and remind you why you’re here. Your mind replays the argument from his apartment, the tension that’s lingered for days, and the faint glimmer of hope you’ve felt since.

“It’s just tea,” you whisper to yourself, as if saying it aloud will lessen the stakes.

You walk into the towering building of Stohess Stone Group, hot cups in hand, only to stop dead in your tracks at the sight before you. You’d heard whispers of Levi’s success in passing, fragments of conversation that hadn’t fully registered until now. But standing here, you can feel the sheer presence of it—a sleek, multi-story glass facade, bustling with employees, each corner immaculate and efficient, embodying Levi’s uncompromising standards.

You feel small, oddly out of place, your surprise quickly turning to something closer to awe as you take in the surroundings. Seven years had passed since you’d been here, seven years in which you’d barely had a glimpse into this part of his life. And in that time, he’d built… all of this?

As you make your way inside the building, everything feels slightly surreal. Levi’s name is displayed discreetly on polished silver plaques, his signature attention to detail evident in every corner. The sheer scope of the operation is far beyond what you’d imagined; what once started as a single family restaurant had grown into a full-scale food empire.

The receiving lobby was busy and the receptionist gazed at you head to toe when you told her that you’re here for Levi Ackerman. After making a quick call, she gives you a card pass and tells you the floor to head to.

Arriving at his office lobby, you’re greeted with his wide-eyed assistant, Connie, who casts a curious glance at the two cups in your hands but says nothing.

“Oh! Miss? You’re here for Sir Levi?” He asks, ever so cheerful.

“Yeah. I’ll just give him this. Or if he’s busy I can just drop them off here,” I tell him.

He types for a second at his computer before glancing at you. “He’s currently on a call. But I notified him that you’re here. You can sit there, ma’am,” he gestures at the couch just beside the door labeled with Levi’s name and his position.

Levi Ackerman

Chief of Executive Officer

Thanking Connie, you settled into a seat in the lobby, you noticed the sterile, minimalist decor—the kind Levi would approve of. Every second of waiting feels like it’s adding weight to your chest, thoughts rushing through your mind in a blur. Should you apologize? Should you just leave it at “I wanted to check on you”? Your fingers tighten around the cups as if that warmth might ground you.

Then you hear his voice, low and clipped, coming from around the corner. Levi is leaning on his office door, staring directly at you, sharp in his suit, lighting up the room with an overpowering aura. His eyes glanced down at the cups you’re holding and his brow raises with amused eyes before settling into a guarded, wary expression. You offer a tentative smile, willing yourself to speak through the awkward tension thickening in the room.

“Come in,” he tells you and disappears into his office.

You follow him inside awkwardly, glancing at Connie who gives you two thumbs up. You smile at him before the door closes, happy at the support of the stranger you’ve only met twice.

“I figured you’d need something warm on a day like this.” Your voice is softer than you intended, but you hold out one of the cups to him, hoping the simplicity of the gesture might soften whatever invisible wall stands between you. He was already sitting on his desk, staring at the cup in your hand.

Levi’s eyes linger on you, unreadable as ever. He accepts the cup, fingers grazing yours for the briefest moment, and you feel a surge of warmth that has little to do with the coffee.

“Thanks,” he mutters, but there’s a tightness in his tone, an edge you can’t quite decipher. He doesn’t immediately take a sip, instead setting the cup on his desk as if distancing himself from the gesture, from you.

You watch him carefully, uncertain if you’ve crossed a line. The silence is heavy, stretching between you as he seems to consider you with a mix of suspicion and something softer that he quickly buries. He clears his throat, glancing away as if the wall clock has suddenly become very interesting. “So, what’s all this for?”

Your heart hammers, words tangled on your tongue. You’re tempted to back out, brush it off with a casual excuse, but you force yourself to hold his gaze. “I wanted to… to check on you,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Levi’s jaw tightens, and for a moment, his expression hardens. But he’s listening, his eyes searching your face as if he’s trying to solve a puzzle. It’s enough encouragement for you to continue.

“I know I didn’t handle things right before. I know it was… abrupt,” you admit, struggling to keep your voice steady. “But I really am serious about making it up to you.”

For a beat, Levi doesn’t respond, his gaze dropping to the cup of tea, fingers tracing the lid absently. When he finally looks up, there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—frustration, maybe, or a weariness he doesn’t often show. He gives a small, almost imperceptible nod. “Guess we’ll see.”

It’s not the warm acceptance you’d secretly hoped for, but it’s something. You glance at your wrist watch. The law firm was just a few blocks away from Levi’s building so twenty minutes was more than enough time for you to walk to work. You’ve woken up a little earlier today just to do this small gesture.

“I have to go to work, uh… I’ll see you tomorrow,” you tell him, clutching your bag as you edge toward the door.

Levi’s brow lifts slightly, his arms folding across his chest. “Tomorrow?”

You nod, feeling a strange sort of nervousness you can’t quite place. “Yes… if you like this tea. Or I could get you a different one if you’d like,” you add, holding up the cup you’d just placed on his desk—a blend you’d picked out specifically, thinking it’d suit him.

He glances down at the steaming cup, an eyebrow still arched, and then looks back at you. His expression softens, a small, almost invisible curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

For a moment, you stand there, unsure if your eyes were deceiving you, but Levi’s quiet gaze makes it hard to find the truth.

“I’ll… let you get to your day,” you say, breaking the silence, a bit too quickly. You turn to leave, feeling the warmth from his hand linger on your fingers as you make your way to the door.

“Hey,” his voice stops you right before you exit.

He eyes the computer screen in front of him, then glances back at you, his gaze level. “If you’re set on getting me something, there's another cafe on this street called Wall Rose Cafe. Their tea doesn’t taste like dishwater.”

Your face warms slightly at his blunt response, though you should’ve expected it. Levi’s honesty was always straightforward, rarely softened by pleasantries.

“Oh,” you say, giving a small nod as you try to cover your surprise. “Well, noted.” You clear your throat, forcing a smile as you add, “I’ll be sure to check it out tomorrow.”

“Good,” he says simply, picking up the cup and taking a sip. “If you’re bringing me tea, might as well make it decent.”

You roll your eyes playfully, feeling a bit braver. “You’re picky, you know that?”

He gives a noncommittal shrug, though a slight quirk of his mouth betrays his amusement. “And you’re late for work.”

“Right.” You take a step back, suddenly aware of the clock ticking away, but still oddly reluctant to leave. “I’ll… see you tomorrow, then. With better tea.”

“Looking forward to it,” he murmurs, his gaze following you as you head out, tone bored but with the faintest hint of a smile in his eyes.

As you step outside the office, Connie is already looking at you with expectant eyes and gazing down at the cup in your hand. He looks satisfied and even relieved when he sees you’re only holding one cup.

Oh God, Levi must really hate that cafe.

He doesn’t confirm your suspicion. Instead, Connie gives you a big smile and bids you goodbye. “Have a great day, ma’am,”

“You too, Connie,” I greeted him back before completely heading out.

You have a big smile on your face as you stroll down the streets of Paradis. Despite the wrong choice of establishment to get Levi’s tea, you would say that it was a mission success, for three reasons.

First, he accepted you into his office. Second, you saw him drink the dishwasher tea. Third, he had let you bring him another one tomorrow.

That’s one small step… and another penny for the progress jar.

The next question is, what do you do next?

It was late in the afternoon when you heard a light knock on your office door, pulling you from the pile of paperwork you’d been tackling all day. The coffee from this morning has grown cold and so has your day been. While working, your mind drifts on other ways to prove yourself to Levi. You’ll be giving him his morning tea… but what else?

Looking up, you found Pixis standing in the doorway, his familiar, calm gaze softened with a touch of concern. He strolled in without waiting for permission, hands clasped behind his back, surveying your desk with a smile that made you feel like he already knew what you’d been dealing with.

“Good morning,” he greeted. “Thought I’d stop by for absolutely no reason at all.”

You returned his smile, gesturing to the small stack of briefs in front of you. “As you can see, just… drowning in case files. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

Pixis chuckled, though there was a glint of sincerity in his gaze that didn’t quite match his lighthearted tone. “I know you’re fine here, that’s not what I’m here for.” He paused, as though choosing his words carefully. “Vanessa’s still convinced you’re handling more than you should. Said you’ve always been good at that.”

You let out a small laugh, though you felt the weight of his concern pressing down on you. “I appreciate it, but you know Vanessa—she tends to worry. Really, Pixis, I’m fine.”

“Well, if there’s anything you need…” His voice softened as he left the offer open, leaving room for you to step into it if you wanted to.

You hesitated, staring at the papers on your desk as you gathered the courage to ask the question that had been lingering in the back of your mind for days.

“Actually, there is… one thing.”

You met his eyes, feeling a bit exposed but determined to get it out. “It’s something personal. Is that okay?”

Pixis raised an eyebrow, encouraging you to continue. “Ask away.”

You fiddled with the corner of the paper you were holding as you continued. “How do I make it up to a person I owe?” You tried to keep your tone casual, but you could hear the vulnerability creeping into your own voice.

Pixis considered you thoughtfully, nodding slowly. “Ah. Now that’s a question,” he said, taking a seat across from you. “Depends, I suppose, on what exactly it is you’re trying to make up for.”

You glanced away, unsure how much to reveal. “It’s… not something simple. More like… time lost, chances missed.” The words felt heavy on your tongue, the weight of past decisions pressing down on your shoulders.

Pixis let out a low hum of understanding, his gaze distant for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. Pixis leaned forward, his expression shifting from gentle mentor to shrewd lawyer, eyes sharper, tone more precise.

“Making it up to someone,” he began, voice thoughtful but firm, “is about evidence and consistency. Think of it like building a case. You don’t try to convince the jury all at once; you provide proof over time. Show that your intentions aren’t fleeting.”

You tilted your head, a bit taken aback at the analogy but intrigued. “So… I need to build my credibility with them?”

“Precisely. And remember,” Pixis continued, “people are not obligated to accept your ‘proof’ right away. Sometimes they’ll poke holes in it, question your motives, or, frankly, disregard the effort entirely. That doesn’t mean it’s for nothing. If you’re serious, you keep building—make sure each gesture is as strong as the last.”

He watched you closely, reading your expression like he might in the courtroom. “When they’re ready, they’ll come to their own conclusions. You can’t control that. All you can do is control your commitment to making things right, piece by piece.”

You nodded slowly, his words grounding something inside you. “So, stay consistent. Show I’m serious, and don’t expect instant forgiveness?”

“Exactly,” Pixis replied, a small but encouraging smile on his face. “If you’re honest in your approach, it will speak for itself.”

You let his words sink in, nodding. “I just… don’t know if they’d even want me to try. I’ve already tried to reach out, but it feels like everything I do just makes things more complicated.”

Pixis leaned back, crossing his arms with a gentle smile. “People aren’t always ready to receive an apology or even an olive branch. But that doesn’t mean they never will be. Sometimes, the act of trying is enough, for now. Keep trying—but for them, not for yourself.”

“One more thing,” he added, his tone a shade more serious. “Before you start this… ‘making it up’ campaign, you need to be clear on what you’re apologizing for. Think about it like a prosecutor building a case. They don’t bring charges without fully understanding the offense.”

You raised an eyebrow, curious. “So… identify my ‘faults’ first?”

“Precisely,” he said, nodding. “A good prosecutor considers the perspective of the other party, the context, and how the situation affected them. If you can’t see that, your efforts might come across as shallow or self-serving. It’s not just about saying ‘sorry’—it’s about knowing what you’re sorry for and owning it.”

He paused, looking at you intently. “Approach it with that kind of clarity, and it’ll carry more weight. You can’t rebuild trust if you don’t understand where it broke.”

A weight settled over you as his words sank in, each point resonating. “That makes sense. So… I need to look at this like a case. Understand what happened, own my part, and then work on mending things.”

“Exactly,” Pixis replied, a proud glint in his eyes. “Trust comes from transparency and understanding. You’re a lawyer—you know this. Just… apply it there.”

You felt an unexpected sense of relief in his words, as though he’d managed to simplify the knots you’d been tying yourself into. “Thank you,” you murmured, the weight on your chest feeling just a little lighter.

Pixis gave you a gentle nod, his voice warm. “And if there’s ever anything else weighing on you, I’m here for that too.”

Pixis leaves after a few more words about work and you resume your responsibilities with a different weight filling your chest, this time accompanied by nerves.

You know exactly what to do next.

You arrive at the dimly lit bar after a long day, the sounds of quiet chatter and clinking glasses grounding you as you scan the room for Erwin. When you spot him in the back corner, he raises a hand, his familiar calm presence making you feel both comforted and nervous.

As you settle into the seat across from him, he offers a warm smile. “It’s good to see you,” he says, nodding at the drink he ordered for you, which sits untouched in front of you. “It’s been a while.”

You return the smile, grateful for the ease he brings. “It really has. How’ve you been, Erwin? Work still as relentless as ever?”

He lets out a soft chuckle. “Relentless is an understatement. But I can’t complain. Keeps me sharp.” You exchange small talk for a while—about his cases, mutual friends, the ever-changing city.

“How is the underground? Are you still certain about not accepting my offer to relocate you?” He asks.

I nod, a gentle smile. “I’m sure, Erwin.”

It’s easy to fall into a comfortable rhythm with Erwin, but there’s a lingering tension in the air, the weight of your true purpose hanging between you both.

After a while, Erwin’s gaze sharpens slightly. “I appreciate the catch-up, truly, but something tells me there’s more to this meeting than a stroll down memory lane.” His tone is gentle, but his piercing gaze reminds you of why he’s respected in the courtroom. “So, tell me… What brings you here tonight?”

You take a deep breath, your fingers gripping the glass in front of you. Meeting Erwin’s steady gaze, you feel the weight of what you’re about to ask settle in your chest.

“I need to know,” you say, voice quieter than you intended but filled with resolve. “I need to know what happened to Levi after I left.”

Erwin’s gaze softens as he takes in your words, though his expression remains unreadable. He shifts slightly, and there’s a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, the kind you rarely see from him. He taps a finger against his glass thoughtfully, then leans back, weighing his next words.

“Honestly, Greenie…” he begins, letting out a breath, “I’m not sure I should be telling you this. I think you know that, too.”

You lower your gaze, guilt pooling in your stomach. “I know,” you admit quietly. “I know I don’t deserve to know but…” You look back up at him, hoping he can see the sincerity in your eyes. “Please, Erwin.”

He studies you for a long moment, his expression softening, as if he knows something you’re hiding. Erwin was a good read of personality. It’s one of the things you’ve always admired about him. There’s always something hidden behind his gaze and one will never know what he’s truly thinking. If you weren’t his friend, you’ll be terrified of him.

Finally, he sighs, resting his hand on the table, his tone gentle yet cautious. “Alright,” he says, nodding slowly. “I’ll tell you.”

It was a cold evening in Paradis, one of those early autumn nights where the air held the scent of fallen leaves and the city lights glimmered against the fading sun. Erwin stood with Levi on a quiet street corner, looking up at the windows of the last apartment they had been directed to, hoping this might be the one. They had asked every mutual friend they could find, visited addresses she once mentioned, and had even gone to the edge of nearby towns, clutching at any hint of where you might have gone. But each lead had led to nothing—an empty apartment, a vague rumor, a number no longer in service.

Levi looked down at the ground, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, shoulders drawn tight. Erwin glanced over, noting the lines of fatigue that had settled beneath Levi’s eyes, darker and more pronounced than ever before. They’d been searching for weeks, occasionally with Hange, staying out late after their newfound work, making up excuses to leave early in hopes of catching another lead. Each dead end only seemed to make Levi grow more closed-off.

“Maybe she’s just… done with us,” Levi muttered, almost as if he was saying it more to himself than to Erwin. “She could’ve contacted us if she wanted to.”

Erwin crossed his arms, frowning slightly. “Maybe. Or maybe she doesn’t know how to. You know her better than anyone—she doesn’t run unless she feels she has to.”

Levi’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing. Instead, he kicked a loose stone on the ground, watching it skitter across the street.

“If she didn’t want to be found, we wouldn’t find her,” he said finally, his voice brittle, stripped of hope. “And I’m not forcing myself into her life if she doesn’t want me there.”

Erwin nodded, though he felt a deep sense of disappointment settle within him. He had been the one encouraging Levi to keep searching, to wait a little longer, but even his optimism had worn thin. He could see that Levi was nearing the end of his patience, hurt turning to frustration. There’s only so much three young people can do without much connection and power.

They walked in silence for a while, neither of them willing to voice the truth that had settled between them—that this was the end of their search. In his mind, Erwin tried to picture how different things might have been if they had found you, if they’d had a chance to understand why you left so suddenly, why there hadn’t been a single goodbye. But, as the night grew colder and the city quieted, that vision faded into the shadows of the past.

Levi stopped at the edge of the street, glancing back one last time at the distant apartment building. His voice was barely audible when he spoke. “If she ever comes back… she’ll know where to find me.”

With that, he turned, and Erwin followed in silence. Neither of them spoke the rest of the way, each lost in their own thoughts, coming to terms with the absence of someone they had both held close.

“He still hasn’t come out.”

Kuchel’s worry is evident in her face as she lets Erwin and Hange inside their home.

It was late in the evening when Erwin and Hange arrived at Levi’s home, after receiving an unexpected message from Kuchel, who explained that Levi had been “lost” for weeks, having quit his corporate job, barely leaving his room except for essentials like bathing and eating, barely that is. She’d sounded concerned, her words tight with worry, so Erwin and Hange didn’t waste a moment before coming over.

Hange rapped on Levi’s door enthusiastically, shooting Erwin a look of encouragement as she called out, “Levi! You better let us in, or I’m picking the lock.”

There was a pause before slow footsteps approached, and the door creaked open just enough for Levi to look at them, his expression unreadable but clearly worn.

His dark hair was tousled, shadows under his eyes, and his clothes had a look of having been slept in. Without a word, he stepped aside to let them in.

The apartment was dim, the curtains drawn, casting the room in muted gray light. His room is as clean as ever. In fact, it was so clean that it looked like all he’s been doing is cleaning.

“Looks like you’ve been keeping busy,” Hange said, trying for levity, though her voice softened when she saw the state of him.

Levi shrugged, sinking into the couch and rubbing his temples. “Stop being dramatic,” he muttered, glancing away. “Ma’s worried for nothing. I just don’t see the point in doing corporate work that means nothing.”

Erwin watched him, leaning against the wall. He understood Levi’s frustration all too well; the feeling of potential without a purpose was a burden. But seeing Levi so defeated, so unlike the determined, resolute person he’d always known, stirred something protective in him.

“Then maybe it’s time to find something that does matter to you,” Erwin suggested gently. “You’re not the type to sit still. There’s plenty out there you could do—ways to build something meaningful.”

Levi’s jaw clenched. “Like what?” he challenged, though the sharpness in his tone was more about his own frustrations than any real anger toward them. “People like me… we don’t exactly have places lined up for us.”

People like me…

Erwin wasn’t exactly sure what that meant. Levi was always a neutral person. He was never blatantly insecure or unmotivated. He was an achiever without much purpose but that didn’t mean what he was doing was pointless. He’s always done good—what was right and responsible. And yet after college, it seemed like Levi lost his way. He doesn’t know entirely but he has a slight idea why.

Hange, ever the optimist, jumped in, sitting beside him. “Don’t be like that, Levi! You’ve always had a knack for seeing potential in things no one else notices. All those places we used to hang out in? You were the one who found them, the one who convinced us there was something worthwhile in the quiet streets of Paradis.”

Levi looked at her, as if trying to gauge if she was being serious. Erwin nodded, backing her up. “Maybe you don’t need someone else’s vision or corporate ladder. Maybe it’s time to work toward something you care about.”

Levi’s gaze fell to the ground, a flicker of something thoughtful passing over his face. The weight of Erwin’s words seemed to settle on him, cracking the shell of apathy he’d built around himself. He stayed silent, the three of them falling into a comfortable quiet.

After a while, Hange leaned back, giving him a gentle nudge on the shoulder. “We’re here for you, you know? Whatever you decide.”

Finally, Levi looked up, giving a faint nod, and Erwin felt a small spark of relief. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. And sometimes, all you needed was the right kind of nudge to help you see things in a new way.

“It just feels…” he stares at nothing in particular. “I just feel like doing nothing for a while.”

Erwin and Hange look at each other, a glance that casts worry for their friend.

It was Erwin that spoke first. “That’s fine too.”

“But take care of yourself,” Hange scolds. “Have you been eating at all? Look at yourself. You know what? I’ll bring you cake tomorrow. One of my co-researchers…”

Whatever Hange was babbling about, Erwin can see that Levi has already tuned out. He’s lost in his thoughts, staring at an empty spot on his desk. Erwin knew it all too well. It was your spot whenever the four of you would hang in his room. You were always there, doodling away while contributing your thoughts on whatever conversation you would have. You would even leave sticky notes on his computer monitor.

Despite not mentioning your name for a while now, Erwin knows how much you still affected him.

Erwin had just stepped out of the cab when he spotted Levi in an unexpected scene. Instead of finding him waiting tables or clearing dishes inside the restaurant, he was outside, standing on a ladder in front of a neighboring restaurant. With practiced, unhurried movements, Levi was adjusting an old, flickering light above the restaurant’s front sign, his face set in concentration.

Curious, Erwin watched as Levi tightened a screw, testing the sign’s stability before he climbed down, wiping his hands on a rag. He exchanged a few words with the owner, who was standing by, clearly grateful and a little awestruck. Levi, for his part, barely acknowledged the thanks, nodding curtly and giving the sign one last look.

Erwin approached just as Levi stepped back to admire his handiwork.

“Helping out the neighborhood now?” Erwin asked, amusement lacing his tone.

Levi looked over his shoulder, surprised but unruffled. “Didn’t expect you to see this,” he muttered, folding his arms. But despite his gruff tone, there was a quiet pride in his gaze as he looked back at the small restaurant with its newly lit sign.

“People going in have been slow lately. Figured if every place on this street started looking decent, the whole block might benefit,” Levi explained, almost as if defending himself. “No one comes to just one restaurant. But if the whole street looks appetizing…” He let the thought hang, shrugging.

Erwin chuckled, impressed. “So, you’re turning this into your project.”

Levi’s lips twitched, a faint smile forming. “I’m not working corporate, am I?” he said dryly. “Might as well put in work where it actually matters. I help them out, they help each other. A good street can make a good city.”

Erwin was silent for a moment, realizing the scope of Levi’s quiet vision. It wasn’t just about Kuchel’s restaurant or his own pride—it was about building something lasting for others. And, perhaps, it was his own way of finding purpose again.

He clapped a hand on Levi’s shoulder. “You’ve got something good here, Levi,” he said sincerely. “Don’t stop.”

Levi glanced at Erwin, the faint smile still lingering. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Have you been sleeping?” Erwin asked.

He gives Erwin a look that answers the question without words. Erwin sighs. Levi hasn’t looked like he slept a wink for a year now. He always had a bit of insomnia during college but he hasn’t seen Levi look this bad.

For the next few months, Erwin watched as the transformation took hold slowly but surely. At first, it was just a handful of minor changes—new signs, updated menus, a fresh coat of paint here and there.

Levi, in his own understated way, had approached some of the marketing majors they knew from college, enlisting their expertise on layout, color schemes, and branding. The little adjustments began to ripple through the street, breathing life into what had once been a quiet, almost forgotten corner of Paradis.

By the end of the first year, a buzz had started building around Stohess Street. More foot traffic poured in each night, drawn by the inviting glow of revamped signs and the aroma of dishes that hinted at something special.

The neighboring restaurant owners, some of whom had barely spoken to each other before, began to work together, their offerings complementing one another to create a destination rather than just a collection of eateries. Levi had somehow managed to unite them with a shared vision, each business supporting the others to make the entire street shine.

Two years in, Erwin found himself standing at the heart of what had become a bustling night-life and food hub, a far cry from the quiet, almost deserted block it had once been. Strings of lights crisscrossed the alleyways, live music spilled from corners, and patrons filled every available seat along the street. Stohess had transformed into a staple for locals and visitors alike.

Erwin spotted Levi moving through the crowd, his usual stoic expression softened by the faintest hint of satisfaction as he checked in on a few of the restaurant owners. There was no outward display of pride or excitement—just Levi, content to remain in the background, watching the street flourish.

As Erwin approached, Levi gave him a nod. “Didn’t expect all this to work out, did you?” he said, a glimmer of smugness barely noticeable in his tone.

Erwin chuckled, shaking his head. “You always did surprise us, Levi. Look at what you’ve built.” He gestured around, the bustling scene speaking for itself.

Levi looked down the lively street, a rare, small smile crossing his face. “Maybe it’s not so bad,” he admitted.

And in that moment, Erwin realized Levi had found something he’d been missing for a long time—a purpose, a vision, and, most importantly, a place he could call his own.

As Levi and Erwin stood at the edge of Stohess Street, the glow of the lights illuminating their quiet corner, a sleek car pulled up alongside them.

They both turned, watching as the door opened and a woman stepped out. For a fleeting moment, both of them stiffened, their hearts catching in their chests. She moved with a familiar confidence, the way she tilted her head and surveyed the bustling street bringing back memories that neither of them had fully laid to rest.

But then, under the streetlights, her features came into full view. She wasn’t you.

Levi’s shoulders slumped ever so slightly, his gaze hardening as he realized the truth. Erwin saw his friend’s face shift, the initial spark of something—hope, maybe?—vanishing just as quickly as it had appeared. Levi looked away, as if disappointed in himself for even thinking, for a split second, that it could have been you.

They both fell silent, a heaviness settling between them. They didn’t talk about you, didn’t dare bring up the memories or the ache that lingered despite the years that had passed. Levi crossed his arms, his gaze fixed on some distant point down the street, his jaw clenched. Erwin knew that look, the one that masked more than Levi would ever let on. It was the look of a man trying to keep something buried.

The sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and bustling conversation filled the air around them. Yet Levi stood still, somehow detached from the lively scene he’d helped create. Erwin saw it clearly now—the street had grown, blossomed into something remarkable, but the empty place in Levi’s life had yet to be filled.

Erwin placed a hand on Levi’s shoulder, just for a moment, a silent gesture that spoke more than words ever could. Levi didn’t acknowledge it, but Erwin could feel the tension under his friend’s rigid stance, the weight of memories he carried with him daily.

They turned back to the street, side by side, as the night wore on. And in the midst of all Levi had built, Erwin saw the truth: you still lingered, a quiet presence in Levi’s life that even success couldn’t erase.

The dim light of the bar feels almost comforting as you lean back in your seat, weighing Erwin’s words. It feels like he’s letting you hold a mirror up to your actions, confronting the damage you once convinced yourself was necessary.

Taking a deep breath, you finally say, “I don’t think I ever understood what Levi needed. At that time, I thought… I thought walking away was the kindest thing I could do.” You grip your glass tightly, afraid to meet Erwin’s gaze. “I was selfish, thinking I was sparing him, sparing us both.”

Erwin’s voice is soft but firm. “It’s not uncommon to think that leaving will cause less pain in the long run. But Levi doesn’t think that way. He values the people in his life who stay and fight. You were one of those people, until the day you weren’t.”

You wince, the words stinging more than you expected. “I was scared, Erwin,” you admit. “Scared that if I stayed, I’d be holding him back… dragging him into something he didn’t ask for. He deserved better than what I could give him at the time.”

Erwin’s blue eyes narrow, studying you. “Did he ever tell you that? That you were holding him back?”

You shake your head. “No. But I felt it. The things I was struggling with… I knew he couldn’t fix them. And I thought if I left, he’d be able to thrive. Be better without me.”

Erwin sighs, a bit of frustration flickering across his face. “Levi isn’t the kind of man who would let something like that stop him. You were part of his life by choice, and if there were struggles, he’d have faced them with you. But when you left without an explanation, you made the choice for him, and he had to live with that silence.”

The truth of his words hangs heavy between you, and your shoulders slump under the weight. “Maybe… I just didn’t want to face the possibility that he’d choose me, even knowing how broken I was.”

Erwin leans forward, his eyes softening. “Sometimes we run from the things we’re afraid to confront in ourselves, thinking it will protect others. But Levi never wanted perfect. He wanted real, no matter how flawed.”

Silence settles over you both for a moment. You take a long, steadying breath, then look up at him, finally finding the courage to ask, “Erwin, were you… were you ever angry with me for what I did?”

Erwin regards you thoughtfully, folding his hands on the table. “I won’t lie. At first, I was angry. Not because you left, but because of the way it all happened. Levi… he doesn’t let many people in. So when someone does get in, they mean everything. And when you disappeared without a word, it left a wound I didn’t know if he’d ever heal from.”

You wince, a pang of guilt tightening in your chest. “I never wanted him to feel like that. I thought he’d move on faster, that he’d be better off…”

“He’s not the type to move on from people so easily,” Erwin says quietly. “Even now, years later, I don’t think he has. He might seem distant and cold sometimes, but he feels everything deeply. He just doesn’t show it to the world.”

You feel a lump in your throat. “Do you think he still hates me for what I did?”

Erwin shakes his head slowly. “I don’t think he hates you. Resentment, sure. But hate? No. If he hated you, he wouldn’t have been searching for you for so long after you left.”

The revelation hits you hard, making you swallow back the sudden surge of emotion. You remember those days, how desperately you wanted to reach out, but you convinced yourself it was better not to. Besides, you literally had no time to do so.

“I… I had no idea,” you murmur, guilt gnawing at you.

Erwin gives you a sympathetic look. “Levi doesn’t talk about it. Even now, he doesn’t bring it up. I think he’s tried to bury it, but with you back in town, it’s clear he hasn’t forgotten. And he’s not the only one.”

You hold your breath, searching Erwin’s face for a glimmer of understanding. “You mean… you?”

He nods slowly, his expression thoughtful. “I don’t think I was as affected as Levi, but you were our friend too. And friends don’t just vanish like that without leaving something behind. It made me feel… powerless. It was hard, not knowing why you left, not knowing if it was something we did or… if you were okay.”

The gravity of what you left behind settles over you, and the shame feels heavier than ever. The Erwin you knew was always confident with himself. He knows the solution to every problem. He was that guy who people would come to if they ever needed any help. But when you left, he probably felt helpless that he couldn’t find you.

“I’m sorry, Erwin. I really am. I thought I was doing the right thing, but… I know now I hurt you too.”

Erwin places a hand on your shoulder, a small, reassuring smile on his face. “We all make choices we think are right in the moment. And I can see you’re trying to make things right now. Just remember… with Levi, you can’t gloss over anything. If you really want to make amends, you’ll need to confront the truth, however difficult.”

You nod, letting his words sink in. “I understand.”

Erwin’s gaze is steady, full of the calm wisdom he’s always had. “Then maybe it’s time to stop running and start facing things. And know that whatever happens, you’re not alone in this.”

A faint sense of relief washes over you. For the first time in years, you feel like you’re not running from the shadows of the past. You’re facing them, with friends who understand, and a chance—no matter how uncertain—to finally make amends.

Erwin takes a deep breath, his gaze distant, as if recalling something heavy he’s held back for too long. He studies you for a moment, the weight of his expression unreadable, before finally breaking the silence.

“There’s something you should know,” he says, his voice low and careful. “I didn’t mention it because… well, Levi would never bring it up and it still pains me to remember that night. But if you insist to know what he truly went through, then you should know this.”

Your pulse quickens, dread pooling in your stomach as you lean forward, bracing yourself for what’s coming.

Erwin’s eyes meet yours, steady but shadowed. “He worked himself to exhaustion, day after day, building the life he thought you left to find. Every late night, every difficult decision—it was all for you. He hoped that… if he could make something of himself here, you’d eventually come back. It was his way of holding onto you, even if he’d never admit it.”

You swallow, guilt creeping in as Erwin’s words sink in. “But I didn’t know… I didn’t think he…”

It’s like a curse. Levi loves so deeply that you never deserved him. You could live a thousand lives but never deserve Levi. Those words you said that night… it haunted him for years. You now understand that you could apologize for the rest of your life but never recover that time that he had lost for you.

“He doesn’t think you cared anymore. He started to never believe you'd look back after you left.” Erwin pauses, his words heavy. “But here’s the thing. When he finally realized that everything he built wouldn’t bring you back, he felt like he’d lost himself. You were a part of everything he’d made—every decision, every sacrifice. And once he accepted you weren’t coming back, he felt… lost.”

The weight of Erwin’s words presses down on you, and you struggle to find something, anything, to say. But no words came.

“He won’t say this, but deep down, he resents himself just as much as he resents you,” Erwin continues, his voice soft but steady. “Because he doesn’t know who he’s become without you. And even though he’s successful, respected… he’s haunted by the thought that he turned into someone he never wanted to be—all for someone who left.”

You look away, fighting the sting in your eyes as Erwin’s words wash over you, exposing the ripple effect of a choice you’d thought was yours alone to carry.

Erwin leans back, a quiet sadness in his eyes. “I know it’s not easy hearing this. And it’s not fair for me to say you owe him anything. But you asked, and I think you deserve the truth. He’s been hurt, but that doesn’t mean he’s closed off. He just… doesn’t know how to reach you anymore. That’s where you come in—if you still want to try.”

The weight of Erwin’s words is too much. You feel your throat tighten, your vision blurring as tears rise to the surface. Without saying a word, you push back your chair, grabbing your things in a hurry.

“Wait—” Erwin’s voice is soft, tinged with concern, but you can’t bear to look at him. You manage to force a small, choked “I’m sorry” before turning away and heading toward the door.

Once outside, you let out a shaky breath, the cold night air biting against your skin. You keep walking, not caring where, just needing to put space between yourself and everything you’ve just heard. The thought of Levi building his entire life around a hope you unknowingly destroyed makes your heart ache in a way that’s almost unbearable.

The city lights blur around you as you make your way through the streets, trying to process the enormity of what Erwin revealed. You’d never intended to hurt Levi this deeply.

But now, knowing the truth… it feels like the weight of your choices has finally caught up with you. And with the overwhelming emotions, you feel the bile rising from your throat, making you hurriedly run to the nearest trash bin you could find in the street.

Back in the dimly lit bar, Erwin sighed, setting his glass down with a quiet clink. The amber glow of his whiskey caught the low light as he lifted it, taking a slow, thoughtful sip. The bitter warmth washed over his tongue, and with it came the memories of that night—a night he hadn’t let himself linger on for years.

He could still see Levi, slumped and worn, the fire in his eyes dampened as he poured out his heart. The weight of it all settled on Erwin’s shoulders, the burden of knowing just how deeply Levi had been affected.

It was late, the celebration from Stohess Stone Group’s one-year anniversary winding down. The city lights cast long shadows down the quiet streets as Erwin walked toward Levi’s apartment, the night air cool and still, with only the occasional hum of passing cars to break the silence. He’d noticed Levi slipping out early from the party, but the exhaustion on his friend’s face spoke volumes—it had been a relentless year of building, strategizing, and pouring every ounce of energy into making the vision a reality. Levi’s efforts had paid off spectacularly, but the toll it took was visible to those close enough to see it.

As Erwin reached Levi’s door, he noticed it was ajar, the dim light from inside spilling out into the hallway. He hesitated for a moment, then gently pushed it open, letting himself in. Levi’s apartment was stark, devoid of personal touches, almost impersonal in its precision. And there, sitting slumped on the couch with an empty bottle at his feet and another half-finished one in hand, was Levi.

The sight took Erwin aback. Levi never drank like this—not even after their hardest days. His usually sharp, calculating gaze was unfocused, eyes glassy and lost as he stared at nothing in particular.

“Levi,” Erwin called softly, stepping further inside and closing the door behind him.

At the sound of his name, Levi’s eyes flickered up, barely focusing on Erwin. A bitter smile pulled at his lips. “Erwin… here to give me a pep talk?” he slurred, the words laced with an uncharacteristic edge.

Erwin frowned, moving closer and taking a seat across from him. “I came because I was worried. You left early tonight. Didn’t think celebrating alone was your style.”

Levi scoffed, taking another swig from the bottle, his hands shaking slightly. “Celebrating what? I built something, yeah. Something great, maybe. But does it even matter?” He trailed off, voice dipping into something close to anguish.

Erwin was silent, watching as Levi’s expression twisted, his mask slipping entirely. “This…” Levi gestured around the room, the building, the city beyond, “It was supposed to mean something. I thought… I thought if I made this city better, if I became something here… maybe…” He stopped, his throat working as he fought to put words to the whirlwind of frustration and hurt boiling inside him.

“Maybe she’d come back?” Erwin finished quietly, piecing it together. He’d known there was more to Levi’s ambition than he let on, but he hadn’t realized the depth of it until now.

Levi’s expression darkened, his jaw clenching as he struggled to hold himself together. “She left, Erwin. Without a word. Didn’t even look back. And I thought it was because I wasn’t… enough. That this city wasn’t enough.” He clenched the bottle tighter, his knuckles white. “So I poured everything I had into changing that. Into changing me.”

Erwin felt a pang of sympathy as Levi’s voice broke. This was deeper than anything he’d seen from his friend before. Levi, always guarded, always steady, was unraveling before his eyes.

“I kept telling myself it was worth it. That I was doing something good. That I was becoming someone… worthy.” Levi’s laugh was hollow, devoid of warmth. “But what good is any of it if she doesn’t care? If none of it means anything to her?”

Erwin’s heart twisted, understanding dawning in full. Levi hadn’t built this empire purely for himself. It was a testament to a memory, a ghost he couldn’t let go of.

Levi continued, barely noticing the way Erwin’s hand rested gently on his shoulder in a silent offer of support. “She turned me into this. Into someone people respect, someone people look up to.” His voice was laced with bitter sarcasm. “But she’s not here to see it. Doesn’t even know. And now… now I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

A long silence settled over them. Erwin kept his hand firm on Levi’s shoulder, grounding him as he fought to find the right words.

“You’ve done something remarkable, Levi,” Erwin said softly. “You built something lasting, something people rely on. That’s no small feat. But you can’t let her absence take that away from you.”

Levi scoffed, his voice filled with hurt he could no longer hide. “But don’t you see? She’s the reason I started this. And now I’m stuck being someone I don’t even recognize… all for a person who’s gone.”

He exhaled sharply, closing his eyes as if that would shut out the painful truth. “I hate it, Erwin. I hate her for leaving. And I hate that I’m still doing this, still becoming this… for her.”

Erwin felt the weight of Levi’s words settle heavily on his own heart. He’d seen Levi push himself to the brink, seen him sacrifice more than anyone had asked of him, and now he understood why. It wasn’t just about ambition or pride—it was the desperate attempt to fill a void left by someone he still loved and resented in equal measure.

He leaned in, his voice gentle but firm. “You have every right to feel this way, Levi. To hate her, to question everything. But don’t let her absence erase everything you’ve achieved. You built this place. You turned that street into something incredible. She may have been the reason you started, but you’re the reason it succeeded.”

Levi let out a shaky breath, his eyes closed as he processed Erwin’s words. For a moment, he looked as though he might break, the weight of his emotions finally becoming too much to bear.

Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he murmured, “Then why doesn’t it feel like it’s enough?”

Erwin had no answer to that. Not yet. Not right now. But that night, he promised himself that he would for his long time friend.

End Note: How do you guys want Y/N to make it up to Levi?

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levisfavgirl · 11 months ago

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SOMEBODY FUCKING SEDATE ME HES SO FINE WTF

(artist is linkim_2222eng on twt)

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luverine · 4 months ago

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Shower Thoughts ₊˚.༄

MDNI // NSFW

He can’t get you out of his head. The hot shower streams down his tense face.

He thought that it would distract him from the wet dream he had about you riding him holding onto his cock so tight. With the stupid cute smirk you always give him.

Groaning as his dick hardens once again aching for your sensitive wet hole.

He wraps his hand around his thickness moaning out your name like a prayer asking you to fit him inside you.

Thoughts continue to stream out of his mind the water making his slippery shiny skin desperate for your touch, your warmth.

Thinking about you putting your tongue on him, opening your mouth and welcoming his needy cock into your pretty mouth.

He goans out as cum spurs against the shower wall painting the blue tile white.

He sighs knowing he has to wash all over again and your still not here begging for his cock.

♡ DABI, Shigaraki, BAKUGOU, Kirishima, GETO, Gojo, EREN, Levi, Armin, JEAN, Leon, König ♡

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kentopedia · 1 year ago

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ LEAVING LIPSTICK STAINS ON LEVI

fem!reader, sfw, fluff, you leave lipstick all over levi before a mission and the scouts find out, just something super cutesy & short while i work on some longer pieces hehe, pls ignore errors lol, 1.3k words

“promise you’ll come back in one piece?” you say, smoothing the wrinkle between levi’s brow with a kiss.

he glances up at you from under his lashes, crinkling his nose as a short, breathy laugh escapes him, one he tries to subdue. still, he can’t deny the happiness that slips onto his features, not when joy is so fleeting because of the life that the two of you live.

cold hands run across your back, down to your hips as you straighten his collar, kissing his sharp cheekbones, the bridge of his nose. “i’ve made it this far, haven’t i?” levi mutters, squeezing your sides gently before shifting you off of his lap.

he lifts you, sets you on the edge of his desk, causing some of the papers that erwin had dropped off earlier to crinkle. a smile graces your lips as levi stands, stretching his limbs behind him, the chair pushing away from the desk with a creak.

“i’m going to be late because of you,” levi remarks, eyes narrowed playfully, but he gives you another kiss on the lips, lingering there like it’s painful to pull away.

“then stop kissing me.” your hands splay across his chest, but you don’t push him away, feeling his heart beat under his ribcage, the melody that you will always come back to. still, levi tugs your hips forward, slots in between your legs, and kisses you even deeper. “it’s time for you to go, captain levi.”

a heavy sigh weighs against your mouth, his exhale warm as he pulls back. “sounds like you want me gone.”

“of course i don’t.” your voice softens as you play with his fingers for a moment, before he's tugging them away gently, withdrawing from your figure. “i'm going to have to find someone else to sleep next to while you’re away."

normally, you would’ve been going with levi and the rest of the scouts, but an injury from your last mission prevented you from going on any more for a few weeks.

levi snorts, putting on his jacket, fixing the leather straps across his chest. “is that all i’m good for? killing titans and keeping your bed warm?”

you make a face at him, then shrug, half-hearted as he stares back at you with amusement. then, you laugh, cheerful and free; you know levi will come back to you. he has no other choice.

levi makes his way towards the door.

“levi?”

he turns, the lipstick stains still visible on his cheek, dark against his pale skin. for a moment, you wonder if you should tell him—if he’d be mad if you didn’t.

but then you remember he’s going to meet with a squad of fifteen year olds that have all almost died alongside him. if they really have a problem with their captain being loved by you, then they don’t care about him as much as you thought.

you smile and shake your head, voice holding just enough mischief for levi to notice. “just be safe. i love you.”

he softens. there are times where levi is hesitant to say the words, still worried you will be taken from him. but this is not one of those times. not when you will be separated for days, his life once again in danger. “i love you too, sweetheart.”

within ten minutes, levi is down to the first floor, pushing into the room where the members of his squad are already waiting.

he’s only a minute late, but he feels like they must have been waiting for hours, the way that they are all gawking at him with wide eyes, connie’s jaw faltering slightly. “everyone here?” levi asks, doing a quick scan of the room, counting heads like he’s their babysitter.

no one says anything. eren’s eyes look like they might bulge out of his head, and jean covers his mouth, looking away as him and sasha let out a stifled giggle.

levi’s mouth draws into an even thinner line. “what the hell are you snickering about?" he grumbles, looking at each of them individually, wondering who will be the first to confess.

their eyes dart away dramatically, faces red. even eren, who is normally more obnoxious than the rest, seems to have run out of words to say.

his eye twitches; levi wonders if connie’s head might burst, or if sasha’s laugh will rip out of her first.

“well?” levi asks again, snapping, already tired of this mission. a hot cup of tea sounds nice, in bed next to you.

armin, as usual, is the one to speak up when no one else has anything intelligent to say. “well, sir,” the blonde says, gesturing towards his own face. “i think…”

levi touches his cheek, remembering all the places you’d kissed him earlier, wearing that pretty black dress and your dark lipstick. a sigh leaves him when he pulls his fingers away, the tips coming back, smeared with a deep red.

he should've known.

“i see," levi says, staring for a moment, before meeting eren's eyes, his lips finally widening into a grin.

“ooooh," eren sings, his expression smug as mikasa elbows him, her own features pinched tight. "the captain’s in looooove."

levi knows they are expecting a reaction, a spectacle of the fact that he adores you. but he’s never kept it a secret, and he’s certainly not ashamed of all the things he feels for you.

“and what if i am?” levi asks instead, pointedly staring eren down as the rest of the scouts watch the exchange. “honestly, i am surprised no one noticed sooner.”

eren’s jaw falters a bit; a small wave of silence falls over the scouts. you and levi don't make a point of hiding your relationship, but really, levi shouldn’t have been surprised that no one in his squad was observant enough to notice.

or so he thought, anyway.

historia’s smaller, high-pitched voice breaks up the quiet, repeating your name back to him, as if affirmation that you’re the one he kisses goodnight. a silly question really, considering levi has never looked at anyone else with the same kind of tenderness.

“it is her, isn’t it?” historia asks, smiling softly. “i only know because you’re always holding hands under the table when you think no one can see.”

levi raises his eyebrow. “clearly we were wrong about that.” though, of all the things to notice, he thought it’d be the way you kiss him after every mission, the way he’s harder on you than anyone else because he doesn’t want to lose you.

eren shrieks your name like he’s never heard it before, and levi is starting to wonder if the boy actually is an idiot. his old squad had known immediately; petra caught you sneaking up to levi’s quarters when you thought everyone else was asleep, kissing him on the cheek when you thought everyone's back was turned.

it’s been a long time since then, he supposes. maybe the years have taught you subtlety.

“how long have you been together?”

“does she actually like you?”

“do you—” connie makes a lewd gesture with his fingers. “you know.”

“connie!” jean shouts, whacking him on the back of the head. “what do you think! dumbass.”

“hey!" connie says, rubbing his head. “geez. i just can’t picture it.”

"i’d rather you didn’t." levi’s face turns sour, disturbed by a room full of teenagers discussing his private and romantic life. “bring it up again and i’ll leave you outside of the wall on the next mission.” he pauses, crosses his arms with an exasperated exhale. “and she likes me just fine. at least, she has for the past five years.”

“five—”

a new wave of questioning starts and levi pinches his temples, shakes his head, the red smear of lipstick still on his face.

levi almost wishes you could’ve been there to field the questions instead. you’ve always been better with the kids, connected with them a lot easier than levi had.

even if it was would’ve exposed his lovesick eyes, the tiny lift of the corner of his mouth when you were around.

he’s never been very good about hiding it anyway.

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http-tokki · 8 months ago

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Levi comes up beside you, hand sliding over your waist to rest on your hip and hold you close.

"I don't know how to approach this so I'm going to break it down." there’s a hint of apprehension in his voice.

"Uhh, okay?" you're confused and look up at him to give him a look.

"You know I respect you right? and that I know you're not an object?" he waits for your answer.

A huffed laugh leaves you, "Yes? why, where are you going with this?'

"So thats been established. I don't see you as an object to possess or own?” another pause for your acknowledgment. " I just want to make that clear because I don't want to say anything that's gonna make you think that I own you or-

"Levi, what are you talking about?'

"There's a guy over there," he nods his chin in the direction of said man. "Who has been staring at you all night and I really don't like it and I wanted to talk to you about it but I didn't want you thinking I was being possessive. I just don't like the way he is looking at you, like he wants to own you or something but you belong to - wait never-mind, I just don't like it."

"Levi?"

"Yes, love?"

"Do you belong to me?"

He pauses for a moment to really think about how to answer you. "Yes, I think I belong to you."

"And do you think I belong to you?'

"Well, I like to, I hope you do."

"Then I do."

"But you know its not in a toxic way, I'm not being controlling.”

"Yes, baby I know, but for all intents and purposes, you belong to me and I belong to you.”

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leviismybby · 11 hours ago

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You gasp as someone pulls you into the sauna room, knowing who it was wasn't hard, you'd recognize those hands anywhere. "Levi what-" He cuts you off with a kiss, his body pressing tightly against yours, both of you were partially naked, only in your towels. Manging to turn around, you hook your leg around him causing Levi to groan against your lips, his hands sliding up your thighs and lifting you up. Levi sets you down on the bench, the room was steaming hot, his kisses travel down your collarbones to the top of you're breasts. Both of your towels are soon on the ground as Levi holds your hips down while he enters you gently. You bite into his palm that's placed over your mouth to keep you from making too much noise. He kisses as your pussy takes his cock in, leaning down and biting into your shoulder.

He starts to thrust, his pace slow, although he knew it was risky to have you here like this, he couldn't resist it. Your hands roam his back, going over the battle scars and muscles. Levi speeds up, the hard movements of his hips making loud wet noises, he removes the hand that was on your mouth, wanting to hear you moan. "Fuck....you're so tight for me.." Another grunt leaves him as you arch into him causing his cock to slide deeper into you, your legs wrapping around his hips. It was hot, so hot, the combined steam from the sauna and the amazing sex was making it all extra pleasurable for you. "Good girl. Good fucking girl.." Levi praises you, his mouth moving to suck on your nipple, fingers playing with the other one. The grip your legs have on him loosens slightly and Levi starts to fuck you even harder, knowing that you were close. "Levi I...I am gonna-" "I know, baby. Give it to me." He kisses you on the lips as you cum, he follows shortly after, cumming all over your stomach.

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moo-blogging · 2 months ago

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Nothing in my head but Levi's sleeping pattern changed when he's with you.

He had a hard time sleeping. He would rather stay up all night doing anything at all, work, domestic chores, or watching the city slowly going to sleep as he struggled to alone with his thoughts.

He would often pass out in whatever he was wearing. He never had any pyjamas or sleeping clothes. He usually woke up on the balcony chair or the sofa. The bed he got was merely a useful decoration. He still changed the sheets every once in a while just to keep things clean.

But when you moved in with him, his habits changed. He started to have sleeping clothes (clothes that you liked to see him in at home), he lied on the bed every day, and sometimes managed to fall asleep with you. He was a light sleeper. Any small noise could wake him up. A distant traffic noise, or a drunk neighbor's slamming the door, Levi would jolt awake.

As time went, the time he woke up in the middle of the night reduced. And he would yawn when it was about bedtime. It didn't cross your mind then, but Levi would usher you to bed and occasionally fell asleep first as he held you in his arms. Your steady breathing next to him was a soothing melody. Without waking up, Levi knew how to hold you close no matter how you twisted and turned in your sleep.

One morning when you woke up first, you watched Levi sleeping peacefully next to you. Shirtless, he was sleeping on his back. He had one arm on you while another on his chest. You realised he no longer slept with his arms crossed on his chest. You snuggled closer to him, and he welcomed you even in his sleep. He loved you even subconsciously.

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vampyrris · 11 months ago

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“wait until after dinner,” levi said calmly.

you whined, planting open-mouthed kisses down his neck. your hands wandered under his shirt, and you let the tips of your nails gently graze along his skin.

he didn’t budge.

“but i need you so badly, i can’t make it through dinner, levi…” you moaned against his skin, lightly nipping at it.

he let out a sigh, closing the file of documents on his table. “this is highly inappropriate, especially when i’m working.”

you moved yourself across his lap and straddled him. he only met your needy stare with a bored look.

you began kissing his jaw, as you slowly ground yourself against him. the slightest bit of friction between your thighs had you panting, until levi grabbed your hips firmly, stopping your motions.

“i hate you,” you whispered, bringing your lips to his. “kiss?”

he closed the distance without a word, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss.

you moaned again, as you ran your tongue along his lips, trying to get him to deepen it. levi’s hand found itself around your throat, pushing you back a little. a quiet fuck escaped your lips when his fingers tightened slightly, your hands bunching up around his shirt in desperation.

“after dinner.” he whispered, his steel gray eyes glowing with dark promise.

it was safe to say he kept his word, when you found your hips arched with your legs spread on his bed an hour later, your sobs of pleasure muffled against the pillow as levi fucked you senseless. both of your bodies were slick with sweat as his cock split you open, your juices helping him slide in and out of you with ease.

he slapped your ass harshly again, the impact welling up tears in your eyes as you felt the sting reverberate through your entire body.

“will you behave next time?” he growled as he continued his assault against your dripping cunt, driving into you so hard the only sounds in his room were of his balls slapping against your swollen clit. “you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself the one time i asked you to,” one of his hands gripped your hair, using the leverage to drive into you deeper each time.

your response was only a pathetic moan as hot pleasure overtook every fiber of your body and soul.

levi suddenly slowed his pace, each languid thrust making the walls of your pussy flutter against his hard cock. leaning down, he scraped his teeth against your neck, his grip on your hair tightening.

“use your words. will you behave?”

you whimpered. “y-yes, captain!”

he resumed his brutal pace again, his hand finding your ass and squeezing the sore flesh.

“that’s my girl.”

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starrylevi · 1 year ago

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Obsessed with the idea that people forget you have Captain Levi’s heart until they see him do little things for you. Like at breakfast, before his morning meeting with Erwin, he’ll pass by your table and casually hand you a loaded plate. “They didn’t have those croissants you usually like but I found those weird ass pastries you can’t stop talking about.” And then he’ll just walk away without saying anything else. Or like, while you’re all suiting up for a mission, he’ll randomly walk up to you and adjust the thigh straps of your odm gear to make sure they’re properly secured and you’re just like “!!!” inside. Or like for every group meeting he arrives early and saves you the seat next to him and when you arrive, he’ll pull out your chair, waiting till you sit so he can briefly place his hand on your thigh as a greeting 🥰🥰🥰🥰

#OBSESSED #like it would be completely normal and second nature to him #he wouldn’t even realize until someone pointed it out and he would be like 🙄🙄🙄#our acts of service BABE I’m just so 😭😭😭#aot levi #levi Ackerman #levi attack on titan #levi hcs #levi headcanons #levi #levi x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi x y/n #levi ackerman x you #levi fluff #manda writes

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ponderingmoonlight · 1 year ago

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Levi being separated from his wife for years after joining the scouts but finding his way back to her

Pairing: husband!Levi x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,7k

Synopsis: Just before Erwin was about to catch you in the underground city, Levi begs you to stay behind and promises to return. Years pass, years in which he never reached out once. Until an unexptected visitor knocks on your door.

Warnings: heavy angst to comfort, the last part is not proofread so have mercy, please let me know what you think as this is the second aot fanfic I'm posting <3

Tags: @lees-chaotic-brain @sanicsmut @levislegislation

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You move with almost frightening speed around the countless buildings, escaping the hands of the blonde male behind you by razor’s edge. Why the hell are the survey corps so much stronger than the military police? So skilled with the 3D manoeuvre gear that it’s almost scary, haunting after you so fast that it’s getting harder and harder to escape their grasps. But everything is going according to plan, right? You need to get yourself caught, you need to join the survey crops, you-

“Move to the left. Just keep going and don’t look back. You are skilled enough to escape them alone.”

Your glossy eyes dart towards your husband in disbelief. No, he can’t be serious about what he just said. That would mean…

“But we’ll get separated”, you argue.

Levi is fully aware of what he’s asking from you. But given the neck-breaking speed and the skills of the people behind you, the risk of getting caught is greater than the benefit of staying together. And that man…Even though he promised you the world, Levi could tell by the sound of his voice that he isn’t trustworthy. He might go to hell, he might die in the process, but you.

There is absolutely no way in hell he’ll risk your life.

At least you’d be safe, even if it means he’ll be away from you for some time.

“I never intended on taking you with me, (y/n). If we’ll get separated, I will come and find you here. I promise.”

His words don’t make any sense while you shake your head in mistrust. But you agreed on going together, all four of you. Why would you stay behind, why would he even suggest something like that?

“(y/n), I don’t want to lose you because of a mission. Please, move left.”

You don’t know what to do, mind completely clouded by anger, fear and uncertainty. You would trust your husband with everything, laying your life right into his hands. But this? This means you might never see again, this means he’ll leave you here for who knows how long, this means your husband could lose his life for freedom.

“But what if I lose you?”

“You will never lose me. I promise I’ll come back to you, just trust me with this one. I love you, (y/n).”

You take a deep breath, the next intersection coming closer and closer. It’s time to make a decision.

Will you move left like Levi begged you to or will you move right and followi him like you initially planned?

With a load of gas you propel yourself past a building, moving with horrendous speed down the tight side streets of the underground.

One last glance. One last glance into the eyes of the man who is the only light in your life, one last glance into the cold blue eyes of the man who is now chasing after him.

“You better come back to me, Levi Ackerman”, you mutter to yourself while holding back bitter tears.

-a few years later-

“Take it or leave it. I will find someone else who’ll buy it.”

“Are you up on sale too?”

That’s enough. With a swift motion, you pierce through the man’s dirty hand with your knife before turning around and leaving his house in company of his pathetic screams.

It’s been years. Years since Levi go taken away from you by that blonde man with blue eyes, years since he promised that he’ll come back.

But he never did. With fast and skilled motions, you swing around, making your way back home before the military police starts getting on your nerves again.

Everything seems so cold since he left. Your worn-down house, the bed you used to share, your whole fucking life. Who knows what happened after they got caught. Are all of them still alive? Maybe something went wrong, maybe they die-

No. You shake your head vehemently. This is simply not possible. Levi Ackerman would never die through the hands of a titan, let alone a member of the survey corps. That’s absolutely impossible, unbelievable to say the least. Maybe he started a new life on the surface with his friends, lying under the sun right now while eating the most exquisite food.

Good for him. If you weren’t still stuck in this hell.

A few harsh knocks on the door rip you out of your dreams.

“Who the hell is this?”, you grumble to yourself.

You don’t expect any visitors today. To be exact, you never expected anyone to visit you. So who could this be? The man you threatened before? The military police officers you stole from? Whatever, you will figure it out somehow.

But when you open the door, you aren’t greeted by the face of a disgusting officer. No, you stare right into ice-blue eyes.

“When will you finally let me get her?”

He missed you every single day since you parted your way back then in the underground city. How are you? What are you doing? Are you even alive? Levi’s hands clenched into fist just by the thought of it. Countless lonely night that felt so empty without you by his side, countless people he lost during the process. If you knew what happened…

“Is a woman really that important to you? She must be someone really special if you’re still asking about her”, Erwin commented, staring at the captain sitting in front of him with eagle eyes.

Yes, he does remember you. The girl who took the left path back then, the only one him and his squad weren’t able to catch.

“She is my wife. If you don’t allow me to get her, I will quit my service”, Levi suddenly barked at his commander.

How unexpected. Even though Erwin could tell that you’ve meant something to him when he decided to leave you in the underground city, he never thought his relations to you would go that deep.

“Fine, if that’s what you wish I’ll go and escort her.”

“I will get her myself-“

“You have a job to do, remember? I will take Moblit with me, it shouldn’t take long, given she cooperates.”

Did he even have a choice? One look into Erwin’s face showed him more than urgent that this is nothing to be discussed. And even though he hates to admit it, somehow Erwin is right. These brats were unpredictable, along with Hange.

“Fine”, Levi finally grumbled.

As long as you’ll finally be back in his arms, he won’t complain.

“You”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

Your whole body begins to tremble in thick rage, eyes darting right through his spoiled soul. His eyes haunted you in your dreams, how he talked to your husband back then, how they pushed his gorgeous face into the dirt. You will never forgive him. No, nothing in the world could make you forgive the blonde man in front of you who stole your life away from you so cruel.

“Where is Levi?”

“Maybe if you calm down-“

“SHUT UP”, you immediately interrupt the other man behind him.

“You will pay for all these fucking years I had to live without him. You will pay for every sleepless night, for every tear that I cried. You will pay with your own pathetic life!”

With a swift motion, you lower the knife out of your sleeve, ready to hit his carotid artery with full force.

Until you suddenly fall to the ground, the last thing you are able to see being this asshole’s boots before everything turns black…

“I…hate…y-“

Silence, darkness, nothingness.

“You didn’t have to hit her this hard. Levi will definitely make you pay for punching his wife”, Erwin comments dryly before gently lifting your numb body over his shoulder.

“His wife, huh? No wonder she’s so feisty, what a pain in the ass”, Moblit remarks.

“I understand her anger. After all, I hid her husband for multiple years from her. Let’s see how she acts when she wakes up…”

-back at the base camp-

“Who’s this woman?”, Eren mumbles into his best friend’s ear, staring at the lifeless female body laying in front of Erwin’s feet.

“They just came back with her. But nobody seems to know who she is”, Armin clarifies.

Everything hurts. Your back, your head, your limbs feel like falling off every second. You feel like hit by a horse…Did the military police catch you? Did someone come for you? Impossible…

You rub your head, lids blinking against the harsh light. Where the hell are you? And why is it so damn bright here? This definitely isn’t the candle in the middle of your bedroom.

You lift your trembling limbs off the ground, groaning when a new wave of nausea rolls over you. God, why do you feel so bad? You can’t even remember what happened last. You were at the underground, you made a deal with that asshole, you returned home, it knocked.

It knocked.

Your eyes widen in pure horror when his face lights up in your head. He. He was there. The man who stole your life from you, the man who took your husband with him.

“I’m glad you’re awake, he should return every minute-“

“You.”

Your eyes roam around without an aim until his cold blue eyes meet yours.

“You took everything from me!” you scream on top of your lungs.

The air around you heats up immediately, all the voices quieting down in an instant when your trembling index finger darts towards commander Erwin Smith.

“You took my life from me, you stole my husband and now you kidnap me! I’ve had enough, you’ll pay for all your sins, for how miserable you made my life! Do you know how many lonely nights I begged for him to return, that I even started praying for him to come back home to me? You promised freedom but caged me to the underground in my hopeless dream of him returning someday!”

Again, you shoot towards him with your knife in your hand. Fuck, you hate the way hot tears start to sting in your eyes and take your sight, but you can’t help yourself. This man in front of you is the epitome of living hell, the reason you suffered all these goddamn years. You aim for his neck, ready to slice him open like a fish along with a toe-curling scream that escapes your trembling lips.

“Don’t.”

The sheer force of a pair of fingers wrapped around your wrist is enough to make you stop. This almost sounded like…

“Levi.”

“I have to explain all this to you calmly. Please put down your knife, (y/n).”

“You have some fucking nerve”, you mutter under your breath, eyes darting towards him for the first time in years.

He looks just like you remember him, figure roaming over you for a few inches, eyes as calm as the ocean, hair neatly trimmed. Yes, he is just as attractive as you remembered.

And alive.

And this is the first time you see him, after so many years.

“Where have you been all this time, huh?”, you cry out.

You free yourself out of his grasp, now storming towards him.

“What about the promise you made back then, that you’ll return to me?”

Your hands push against his firm chest harshly, fists slamming over and over against his tight muscles while all he does is standing there.

“You left me without saying goodbye, without even thinking about me twice. Do you know how much I cried that day, how much I missed my fucking husband?”

Tears stream down your face like a waterfall, voice so hoarse that it’s hard to cough out a single word that makes sense.

“Why didn’t you come back? Why did you leave me in the dark? Why-“

He can’t hold back any longer. Before you continue your ramblings, before you are able to hit him again, Levi wraps his arms around you and buries his face in the crook of your neck. God, how much he missed this, how much he missed the simplicity of holding his wife in his arms.

“I love you, (y/n)”, he breathes against your ear.

You see stars, feel like fainting, want to push him away while all you want is to be held at the same time. Countless nights you imagined what it would be like to meet him again, countless nights you pondered about his life, where he might live, what he is doing.

And now he’s standing in front of you, pressing you tightly against his firm body while all you can do is break down and cry in his inviting arms.

“Back then, I have asked you to move left because I feared what lies behind the walls. And I was right, (y/n). The things I saw, the countless lives the titans took. Isabel and Furan, they… They died on our first expedition. It wasn’t safe to drag you into this world. Even if I wanted nothing more than to hold you in my arms again, I figured it would be easier to know you live as far away from the titans and me than being in danger…”

“You idiot”, you spit into the face you learned to love long ago.

“I would rather die by your side than live alone at the safest place. Don’t you understand that all I wanted was to be with you?”

Your words echo through his mind, the past years replaying themselves in front of his eyes like a movie. It’s been so damn long. He should have asked about getting you sooner, he should have moved hell and earth to get you out of the underground.

“I’m sorry about all those years, (y/n). You were the only thing on my mind this whole time, I was longing for your touch, for your presence. I wrote a list of things I want to show you. I know how much I’m asking for, but please forgive me, please be by my side right here and now.”

Is it really this simple? Is one look in his lovely face enough to forget all those years you’ve waited for him? Your heart pounds hard against your ribcage, all pairs of eyes seem to be set on you. What are you supposed to do?

“A simple sorry won’t take away all those years I’ve waited for you.”

Levi swallows hard, this usual cool composure slowly but surely breaking away. Fuck, he messed up. He should have gone after you immediately, he should have ignored Erwin’s advice. If you leave him right here on the spot…His eyes widen in thick fear. No, this would completely tear him apart. After all, you are his precious wife, the love of his life, the only reason he kept going despite all the people that died in front of his eyes.

“But I won’t live in the past with regrets. I was hoping forward for this day so long, let’s enjoy it.”

And then you return his hug, wrapping your arms around his ribcage like you used to. Levi lets himself fall into your touch, soaks in the decent smell of citrons on your clothes. God, how much he missed this, how much he missed you.

“We will never return to the underground, my darling. Your place is right here under the sun.”

You press your lips against his hungrily, soaking up this precious moment. This is exactly how you imagined your reunion. Maybe a few years earlier, maybe being escorted by himself. But god, you can’t help but get lost against his mouth, your fingers re-discovering the valleys of his well-toned body.

“Huh, what’s going on here? HUH, DID I MISS SOMETHING!?”

Levi slowly removes his lips from yours, cold eyes staring darkly behind you. You follow his gaze, looking directly into the way too near face someone wearing glasses.

“This is my wife, shitty four-eyes. Can you stop bothering her?”

“WHAT? You never mentioned anything about a wife! Oh, what a gorgeous woman she is! And you’re just as small as Levi himself. Huh, maybe that’s what comes with living under the ground, right? But don’t worry, you will be just fine here! Apart from some titans here and there, and maybe titan shifters and don’t forget those-“

“Shut.Up.”, Levi hisses through gritted teeth.

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