#Miche zacharias fluff

[leviismybby]

Would Levi let these people babysit your kid?

Erwin: He would but only for a few hours, he trusts Erwin with a lot of things but his kid? Not so much. Erwin never held a baby, he wouldn't be able to handle a toddler and Levi is afraid thay Erwin would forget about your kids since he is busy with work.

Hange: He trusts them too just not with his kid, even if his kid has fun anytime they babysit them, he has to explain to them that they can't experiment anywhere near his kid.

Nanaba: Yes and surprisingly she is good with kids. Although it takes her a bit to get comfortable around the kid, she manages. You have to ask her twice, it is kind of hard to convince her.

Miche: So so, unlike Nanaba, Miche isn't good with kids, he would be like a silent guardian watching over the kid like a hwak.

Moblit: Out of everyone, Levi would definitely let Moblit babysit. He knows how caring Moblit can be, he still warns him not to drink around your child tho.

His squad: Yes, they don't let him down in anything so he has no problem leaving them to look after his child. Petra is especially sweet with the kid.

Eren: Actually he would but would check up every 15 minutes to make sure that Eren's dumb ass isn't messing up.

Mikasa: He would, she would care and be careful with his kid more than anyone in that squad. She is also has a soft spot for the kid despite denying so.

Connie, Jean: You have to beg him for this if there is no other option. Levi explains to them 300 times what they can and can't do. Connie is also good with kids, he has siblings too so he can handle the little Ackerman, most of the time at least.

Sasha: Yes, she knows how to handle kids because she has younger siblings and is funny so your kid would have fun. Levi isn't surprised that the lunch box from his kid is empty for once.

Historia: He would, she is sweet and besides, she can use it as training when she has her own.

Ymir: Nope. She said "Fuck them kids" and Levi doesn't even try asking.

Kenny: Absolutely not. Do I even need to explain why not?

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intermission

you finally have a moment of rest, what better way to spend it with the people you love most? Fluff <3 reassurance and slight jealousy, but most of all a breath of fresh air

wc: 9k ish :p

Your breath catches in your throat, the warmth of the indoors suddenly paling against the flicker of cold that creeps through your chest—not from the chill outside, but from those simple, offhand words.

"Captain is coming to drop off a drink for me."

It echoes, again and again, as you stand there just inside the door, your boots still half-caked in melted snow. For a second, the comfortable chatter from Sasha in the background, the gentle flipping of Mikasa’s notebook pages, and the hum of life in the common room dulls into a muted blur. Your eyes remain trained on Mikasa’s calm expression, her tone so casual it almost felt careless—but not unkind.

You’re not sure what emotion clenches harder around your heart—jealousy, fear, or the quiet ache of doubt. But something sharp nestles into your ribcage all the same.

The snow from your coat drips silently onto the wooden floor, your fingers twitching at your sides like they’re trying to figure out what to do—what to hold onto. You try to remind yourself that Mikasa’s close with everyone. That Levi often did things like that—small, quiet gestures that didn’t always mean what people thought they meant. You tell yourself you have no right to spiral. No right to jump to conclusions.

But still… your heart feels tight.

Sasha glances up from the couch, eyebrows raising slightly when she sees the shift in your face. “You okay?” she asks, voice still drowsy from a midday nap and muffled by the blanket draped over her.

You blink and force a smile, tugging off your gloves and tossing them into the basket near the entrance. “Yeah,” you say too quickly. “Just cold. I wasn’t expecting it to get this chilly today.”

Mikasa hums in agreement from the hallway, flipping a page in her notebook with one hand and scribbling something with the other. “You should make tea,” she suggests without looking up. “Captain said it’s good to warm your hands that way.”

You nod absently and move toward the small kitchenette tucked near the corner of the common room, every step feeling strangely robotic. The kettle clangs slightly as you fill it, the water hissing as it pours. You keep your eyes down, focused on the mundane task in front of you, but your mind drifts—frantically searching for meaning behind Levi’s actions, behind those few words Mikasa said.

Why her?

Why now?

Did he—

No. You stop yourself. You weren’t going to become that kind of person—the type who turns love into suspicion and affection into competition.

Still, your chest aches.

A knock sounds at the door.

You turn too quickly, heart leaping into your throat as Mikasa walks calmly to open it. You already know who’s there before the door swings open. The soft creak of hinges is followed by boots stepping in—cleaned of snow, as always. Levi stands just at the threshold, a simple cup in his gloved hand.

“I brought the ginger tea you like,” he says to Mikasa, voice quiet, matter-of-fact. His tone doesn’t carry any special inflection, no softness or warmth that makes it sound like anything more than a gesture. Just Levi being Levi. But still…

Mikasa gives a polite nod and thanks him, reaching for the mug. There’s a flicker of recognition in Levi’s eyes as they shift toward you—standing stiffly by the counter, hands curled around the edge of the table, the kettle still whistling softly.

Your eyes meet his for a second—longer than you mean to. And in that second, something passes between you. A subtle change in the air. A question unspoken.

He sees it. You know he does. The way your shoulders tense, the way your fingers twitch, the faint tremor in your smile. And for a moment, Levi lingers.

He nods once to Mikasa, turning slightly toward the hallway—then hesitates.

You can’t move. You don’t even breathe.

Then—

“I’ll be back,” he mutters to Mikasa, but his eyes are still on you.

And before anyone else can respond, he steps past the couch, past Sasha’s wide eyes and Mikasa’s inquisitive glance, walking right up to where you stand in the kitchenette. His presence settles beside you like a cold wind—sharp but grounding.

“Outside,” he says lowly. Not an order. Not a command. An invitation.

You nod silently, grabbing your coat without another word, and follow him through the door and back into the snow.

The world outside is quiet. The wind bites at your cheeks, but the cold doesn’t reach you—not fully. Not with him walking just a few steps ahead, glancing back once to make sure you’re there.

Finally, he stops beneath the bare branches of the tree that overlooks the training grounds—quiet, distant from the noise of the barracks.

“I’m not seeing her,” he says flatly, hands tucked into his coat pockets. “If that’s what you were thinking.”

You swallow, your breath curling in the cold between you. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t need to,” he mutters, eyes scanning the horizon but not quite looking at it. “You looked like you’d been stabbed through the chest when she said my name.”

The honesty makes you flinch.

You glance away, your throat tight with embarrassment and ache. “Sorry… I just— It caught me off guard.”

There’s a pause. Then—

“I said I’d try.” His voice is quieter now, almost fragile. “But I never said I’d be perfect at it.”

You look at him then, really look, and in that moment you see how much he’s trying. How much he’s fighting against his own silence, his own demons, just to say these words aloud.

You step closer. Just enough that your shoulder nearly brushes his.

“I didn’t ask for perfect,” you whisper. “I just wanted to feel chosen.”

This time, it’s Levi who breaks the distance.

His hand finds yours—slowly, deliberately—and he laces your fingers together, glove against glove, cold still pressing in around you, but his grip grounding you like firelight in a storm.

“You are.”

Your face immediately flushes and you bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling. You nod silently, daring a glance at him before looking away to the training ground. You watch the snow fall silently. "I trust you... Levi." You nod softly, the jealousy in your chest dulling from a sharp blow to a muted ache. 

He doesn't speak at first. Just stays there beside you, shoulder to shoulder, hands still laced together as if your fingers were the only lifeline he had left in the world. His grip is steady—not too tight, not too loose—but enough that you feel the intent behind it. Enough that the unspoken tension in your chest loosens, little by little.

When you whisper his name—Levi—his breath stirs in the cold air like smoke, and his eyes finally shift to you. The sound of it from your lips always does something to him. Something quiet and internal and seismic, like the shifting of the earth deep beneath still ground.

“…That’s the second time you’ve called me that,” he murmurs, voice low, unreadable.

You can’t help the small smile that pulls at your lips now, warmer this time. Real. “You noticed?”

“Tch.” His brow twitches, eyes narrowing faintly. “Of course I did.”

Your eyes meet his again, and for a moment the snowfall feels like it slows around you—soft flakes tumbling down like ash in a world that had forgotten how to burn. The whole sky is a quiet canvas of grey and fading light, and in the silence, you feel his gaze like a steady pulse under your skin.

“I don’t blame you,” he says suddenly, like it’s been building in him all day. “For feeling what you did. For the doubt. I just… didn’t think it would matter this much to me that it hurt you.”

The ache in your chest returns, but this time it’s different. Gentle. Like the sting of a wound starting to close.

You watch a flake land on the curve of his coat sleeve and melt slowly, leaving a damp mark in the shape of a star. “It matters to me too,” you whisper. “What you feel. What you choose.”

A pause. Then, so softly it almost disappears in the wind—

“I’m choosing this,” he says.

Your heart stumbles.

Not you. Not this relationship. Just this—because Levi never makes declarations he can’t uphold, never promises more than he knows he can deliver. But that word from his mouth… it means something. A slow-burning vow. A weighty admission wrapped in restraint.

You don’t realize how tight your throat is until you exhale, your shoulders dropping a little from the tension you didn’t know you were holding.

You squeeze his hand gently. “Thank you,” you say, not needing to say more.

His free hand shifts in his pocket, and you see the hesitation before he moves it. Slowly, carefully, he reaches toward you, tugging the scarf at your collar just a bit tighter, fingers brushing the skin beneath your jaw. The contact is brief, but it sends sparks of warmth crawling across your skin like embers through cold veins.

“You looked cold earlier,” he mutters, almost like an excuse.

“I was,” you admit with a small laugh, your voice catching just slightly. “But I think I’m okay now.”

He lets out a soft, almost inaudible hnn, eyes flicking up to the grey sky for a moment before returning to you. “Let’s go back before Sasha eats everything.”

You snort gently at that, a welcome ripple of humor grounding you again. “She probably already did.”

He finally releases your hand, but not without letting his fingers linger for a heartbeat longer than necessary. And even as the cold air rushes in to take its place, you feel the residual warmth of his presence humming in your chest.

You walk side by side back toward the barracks, snow crunching under your boots, silence stretching between you like a second skin. But it’s a good silence now. A full one. The kind that holds understanding, not absence.

And just before the door creaks open, before the voices of your friends spill into the hallway again, you feel the ghost of his breath at your ear—low, meant for only you.

“I missed you too.”

Then he’s gone, walking ahead into the warmth and light.

The grin spreads across your face before you can stop it—warm, uncontrollable, the kind that climbs straight out of your chest like sunlight breaking over a frozen field. Your breath curls in the cold as you linger in the threshold, half-lost in the memory of his words just moments ago.

I missed you too.

He hadn’t looked back when he said it. Hadn’t needed to. It was just like him—quiet, composed, understated. And yet it hit you with the force of a cannonball right through your ribs.

You flex your fingers at your sides, the buzz of warmth still lingering in your palms where his had held yours. With a quiet laugh, you rake a hand through your hair, suddenly shy despite the giddy rush dancing under your skin. You can still hear the faint murmur of conversation inside, the low hum of Sasha teasing someone over food, maybe Jean groaning about something again, Mikasa quietly scribbling in her notebook near the window.

But it’s not any of that that pulls you in now. It’s him.

You step back into the barracks, letting the heavy door shut behind you with a dull click. The air inside is warmer, laced with the scent of woodsmoke and something sweet—probably Sasha’s doing—and the soft thrum of laughter, conversation, life. Your boots thud gently against the wooden floorboards as you trail into the common room, the fire crackling low in the hearth.

And there he is.

Levi stands near the corner, half-shadowed by the orange glow of the firelight, his coat already unbuttoned and folded neatly over one arm. He’s speaking with Mikasa, his voice low, calm—just passing her a mug of something steaming before slipping his hands back into his pockets. He doesn’t glance your way, but somehow you know he’s aware. Of your eyes on him. Of the hitch in your breath.

The way your grin softens into something smaller. More sacred.

You hesitate for only a heartbeat before walking toward him, feet light, like the floor might crack if you move too quickly.

As you approach, Mikasa casts a glance between the two of you, something unreadable flickering behind her steady gaze. She gives you a quiet nod and takes her drink, moving wordlessly toward the window again. Always observant. Always kind in her own way.

Now it’s just you and him.

Levi’s eyes flick to yours, a silent question there—You okay?

You nod, still smiling. “You made that look too easy.”

He raises a brow. “Made what look easy?”

“Walking away after saying something like that,” you say, voice just above a whisper. “You can’t just say something like I missed you too and leave me standing in the cold with a grin like an idiot.”

A breath of amusement escapes him, subtle. Almost a smirk. “You’re still standing here with that grin, aren’t you?”

You laugh, shaking your head as your arms cross loosely. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am.”

For a moment, the sounds of the room fade—the fire, the chatter, the creak of wood—and all you feel is him again. His eyes on you. The calm storm he always carries with him like a second skin.

“Are we good?” you ask gently, quieter this time. “Like… really good?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Just reaches out, fingers brushing your sleeve near your elbow, like he’s checking to see if you’re real. Then, slowly, he nods.

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “We’re good.”

You exhale, that grin threatening to return full force. And before either of you can say anything more, Sasha calls out from across the room with her usual cheerful bluntness, “Hey! Are you two just gonna stand there forever? Food’s gonna get cold!”

Connie snorts in laughter beside her, nudging her with an elbow. “Don’t act like you aren’t the one who already stole a roll off Jean’s plate.”

Jean protests in the background, loud and indignant, and the room fills with soft chatter and laughter.

Levi glances toward the table with a quiet sigh, muttering under his breath, “Tch. Brats.”

But when you catch his eyes again, there’s no real edge in his tone. Only the faintest lift at the corner of his mouth. A rare, quiet ease.

“Come on,” he says, brushing past you gently. “Before they burn the place down.”

And when you sit beside him at the table—shoulder to shoulder, the scent of warmth and bread and snow still clinging to both of you—it settles deep in your chest:

You’re good. And maybe, just maybe… you’re starting to feel like you belong.

You nod and nudge him softly on the shoulder. Not enough to mean something, but enough to acknowledge. "Hungry, Captain?"

Levi doesn’t look at you right away.

Instead, he picks up a mug—tea, by the faint scent of it—and blows on the surface once before taking a slow sip. He swallows, eyes flicking up just as you’re pulling your hand back from the soft nudge to his shoulder. There's a barely-there pause.

Then:

“Tch.” It’s the most noncommittal sound imaginable, but the glance he gives you says more. His eyes linger for just a breath longer than necessary. Not irritated. Not unreadable. Just… there.

“I haven’t had anything since morning,” he admits finally, tone low and simple, like the words are begrudgingly dragged out. “So. I guess that counts.”

Across the room, Sasha is already stuffing something into her mouth, eyes darting toward the two of you like she’s watching a drama unfold but pretending she’s not. Mikasa sits cross-legged on the floor with a blanket across her lap, casting only the briefest glance your way before returning to her notes.

You tilt your head slightly, eyes narrowing in a teasing smile. “That’s not an answer.”

Levi raises an eyebrow, reaching across the table to pick up a plate without replying. His movements are neat, efficient—yet there’s something almost… relaxed about the way he moves now. Like the exhaustion of the week has worn down the edge of his usual strictness. Just a bit.

He sets the plate in front of him, then turns to glance at you again.

“…Fine,” he mutters, tearing a roll in half and handing you one side without looking at you directly. “Happy?”

You blink, surprised for a beat, before the smile spreads across your face again.

“Very,” you murmur, fingers brushing his as you take it. And even though he pretends not to notice—eyes already fixed on the plate again—there’s a flush of warmth blooming quietly between you.

Outside, the wind is still whispering snow against the windows, but inside the common room, there’s a calm that settles. The gentle chatter of your squadmates hums in the background, the soft clinking of plates and mugs.

And in that moment, as you sit beside him sharing a split roll in the soft lamplight, it feels—without fanfare or force—like enough.

You nod slowly as you savor a bite of the roll and how the butter melts on your tongue. "Mmmm..." You sigh, smiling once more. "Good food, good company. I thought I'd be pretty low energy today but... Well maybe I am," you remedy, "but even in my tiredness there are still things to be grateful for."

Levi sits with a lazy lean against the armrest, fork turning absently through his plate as he glances over at you with that unreadable, half-lidded stare. “Tch. I’d say you’re still low energy. You’re just better at hiding it today.”

But the tone isn’t biting—if anything, it’s mellow, like the snow drifting past the window panes behind him. He takes a slow bite, not even pretending to savor it like you do, but something about the quiet chew of bread and butter seems to settle him.

“You did good,” he mutters finally, almost like an afterthought. “For your exams. I heard from Miche.”

You blink.

“Don’t look so surprised. You think I don’t check in on my soldiers?” He sips his tea with a soft clink. “Miche said you held your own, even with the nerves.”

There’s a pause as the sound of Sasha laughing in the kitchen drifts through, a pot clattering in the distance. Levi looks down at his cup, steam curling against his face. “You’re right, though. There’s still things to be grateful for. Moments like this. Quiet. Warm. Not covered in blood for once.”

He doesn’t smile, but there’s a softness to the edge of his voice.

Then, after a pause, dry as ever, he adds, “Enjoy it while it lasts. Knowing our luck, some shitstorm’ll start tomorrow.”

And yet… he doesn't move. He stays there with you, sitting across the table, the faintest pull at the corner of his mouth like he’s just a little less tired around you.

You let out a laugh at his unexpected candor. 

"Miche's exam was fine, though I think that's because I've simply admitted defeat. But," your eyes light up with renewed hope, "Hange's physics exam? I passed it! My first one." 

You breathe out a sigh of relief. "I thought it wouldn't be possible, but I finally passed. Took me two failed exams though." 

You shrug, clicking your tongue. "Maybe it helped that you weren't there to distract me." 

You shoulder him teasingly, your eyes lifting from his gaze to look at Armin and Eren who had just stepped into the common lounge. Catching eyes with Armin, your gaze softens and smile brightens, mouthing a silent 'hi.'

Levi lets out a quiet, nearly imperceptible snort at your teasing, your shoulder nudging against his arm. He doesn’t lean into it, but he doesn’t move away either. That alone is something. His eyes narrow faintly, side-glancing you like he’s gauging whether you’re actually implying he’s a distraction… or if you’re flirting again. Maybe both.

“Tch. If my presence is what’s screwing with your grades, maybe I should just avoid you altogether,” he mutters dryly—but there’s a quirk to his tone, the kind that betrays a subtle smirk buried under all that stoicism. “Or maybe you just need to learn how to focus.”

Then, without looking, he flicks a small crumb of bread at your sleeve, the closest thing to playful Levi ever gets.

As your gaze drifts to the doorway, Armin and Eren walk in from the corridor, both brushing flakes of snow off their cloaks. Eren’s already mid-complaint about the cold, dragging his boots across the floor, while Armin’s hands are cupped around a steaming mug that’s too big for his palms. His blue eyes catch yours, and in that second—while Eren’s still talking about how the training dummies are frozen solid—Armin lifts his brows in quiet surprise and recognition.

Your silent ‘hi’ reaches him, and his expression shifts instantly—his eyes soften, his lips part just slightly in return. A small smile blooms, a silent one made just for you. Not overdone, not forced. Just warm. Armin lifts a hand, halfway between a greeting and a fond wave, and then glances away, cheeks tinged with the cold—or something else.

Levi follows your gaze for a beat, taking in the moment with that unreadable expression again. His voice lowers just a little, more thoughtful than sarcastic this time. “Arlert’s a good kid.”

He doesn’t say anything else.

The fire crackles faintly nearby. Sasha’s started humming something off-key in the kitchen, and Jean’s voice echoes from another hallway, arguing with Connie about whether or not they should start a snowball fight outside.

You feel it then—not just warmth, but something heavier. The weight of peace, rare and fragile as it is, pressing gently on your shoulders like a wool blanket.

You passed.

You’re here.

And for a little while longer… you’re allowed to rest.

You breathe in slowly, deeply, trying to absorb whatever air it is that was putting your mind at ease. Maybe it was the scent of Levi right next to you. Humming a song to yourself, you sit in silence for a bit as you simply... be. Your mind tugs back to a passing comment before biting your lip and nodding. 

"Yeah, Armin has grown to be one of my closest friends here." You pause. "I suppose I resonate with his curiosity and desire for truth. Or, it could be the fact we end up studying so late together and he's always explaining class material to me or helping me last minute cram for exams." You add with a laugh, your gaze searching for him fondly.

Levi’s gaze flickers over to you—just for a moment. You feel the weight of it even before you look, that sharp yet quiet awareness of his settling somewhere over your shoulders like a coat you didn’t know you needed. He doesn’t interrupt. Just listens.

The quiet hum of your voice hangs in the air, layered over the soft clink of Sasha putting dishes away and the wind murmuring outside the frosted window.

You watch Armin across the room as he sits at the far end of the couch, tucking one leg beneath him as he flips through notes he’d probably been reading all morning. There’s a certain way his brow furrows when he’s focused, like the world falls away around him and only the pursuit of knowledge exists in that moment. When he notices you looking again, his eyes lift. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, the kind that says you’re not bothering me—stay if you want.

Levi follows the direction of your gaze and exhales faintly, barely more than a breath. “He’s always had that in him,” he says, low, rough like a rumble against the wood-paneled silence. “That damn stubborn heart. Too smart for his own good sometimes.”

There’s a fondness buried beneath his tone, though it’s so subtle you’d almost miss it if you didn’t know what to listen for.

“I see why you gravitate toward him.” He looks down at his own hands, thumb brushing an invisible crease on his glove. “Tch. You both talk too much.”

You grin.

The fire pops and shifts beside you, the golden light dancing along the contours of the room, throwing warmth across your legs, the table, and part of Levi’s shoulder. His scent—tea leaves, fresh air, something older and grounded—lingers close, and you realize how rare it is to sit like this. Not in urgency. Not in command. Just… together.

He doesn’t say anything more. But he doesn’t move away either.

You catch Armin watching again—this time not just you, but the space between you and Levi. A flicker of understanding passes behind his eyes before he looks down at his book, hiding the barest trace of a smile as he turns the page.

And in that tiny pause of the afternoon, between the weight of past exams and the promise of the next mission, you let yourself be. Just as you are, with the people who’ve made the heaviness of this world a little easier to carry.

Even if only for now.

Outside, the wind shifts through the trees like a hush, like the whole world is trying not to intrude.

The fire crackles again. You pull your knees up to your chest and rest your chin there, warm from the gentle heat, the presence beside you, the casual chatter of Sasha and Connie arguing over rations in the corner. It feels like being wrapped in something wordless—this kind of quiet isn’t born from silence, but from safety.

You feel it in the ease of your muscles. In the way your breath doesn’t catch in your throat anymore. In how Levi doesn’t move away when your shoulder brushes his again, the second time in the last ten minutes. If anything, he settles deeper into the couch, almost imperceptibly—like your nearness has become part of the atmosphere. Expected. Welcome.

Armin glances up again, catching you watching him this time. He flashes you that half-smile that only your closest friends can give—tired, knowing, a little amused.

Eren walks by behind him, yawning dramatically before flopping onto a beanbag near the fire, groaning like he hasn’t slept in days. Mikasa steps in behind him, brushing snow off her scarf and shaking her head softly at his antics. She notices you and gives a quiet nod, her eyes trailing toward Levi for a split second before moving on. No judgment, no smirk. Just… acknowledgment.

The camaraderie of it all wraps around you like a soft quilt. Not perfect, not easy—but yours. These moments between the chaos, between the duty and danger. You can feel how precious they are by how gently everyone holds them, even the loud ones.

Levi’s voice cuts into the quiet, low and deliberate.

“You passed Hange’s exam?” he mutters, keeping his gaze forward, but there’s the slightest tilt of his head—curious, maybe impressed.

You nod with a proud little hum. “Took me long enough.”

“Tch. Two failures before you got it right?” His lips twitch. “That’s some real determination. Or stupidity. Maybe both.”

You scoff, nudging his knee with yours. “I like to think it’s charm.”

He huffs out a quiet breath, almost a laugh. Almost. Then, “You’re not the only one who had to retake Hange’s physics test more than once.” He sips from his mug without looking at you, but the admission lands like a secret you weren’t supposed to hear.

You blink. “Wait—you failed?”

He says nothing, which is as good as a confirmation.

A grin splits your face. “I’m never letting this go.”

He finally turns to look at you then, deadpan. “You try saying that again after she makes you build a functional pulley system using nothing but scrap metal and a broken pen.”

You laugh—loud, free, and honest. And the sound melts into the warmth of the room like it belongs there.

Levi doesn’t smile, not fully. But there’s something softer at the edge of his eyes now. Something proud, maybe. Or just at peace.

You lean your head gently against his shoulder again, sighing through your smile. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch or tense or pull away. Just exists beside you, solid and steady.

The room settles into that bubble again. The fire crackles. Sasha is now arguing about who ate her bread from two days ago. Jean is trying to prove it wasn’t him, but he’s losing that battle fast. Eren is snoring quietly. Mikasa turns another page.

And for just this afternoon—for this small, unremarkable pocket of time—you let yourself believe that maybe peace doesn’t have to be far away. That maybe it's tucked right here, in the stillness between people who’ve seen too much but hold on anyway.

You stand up, walking to the window and place a hand against the pane. The glass was cool to touch, but not unbearable within the shelter of the barracks. "Hm, let's do something fun guys. Not crazy spontaneous, but I haven't had a chance to be with you guys and simply play in so long." 

Connie immediately perks up from his spot near the hearth, one of Sasha’s knit socks dangling from his hand like he’s unsure whether to wear it or eat it. “Play?” he echoes, brows lifting as if you just said something revolutionary. “Like—childish, no-responsibilities kind of play? ‘Cause I’m so in.”

Sasha sits upright so fast her half-eaten roll topples off her lap and onto the floor. “I second that! Let’s play something fun,” she grins, eyes wide. “Let’s do something where Mikasa can’t kick our asses in under five seconds though.”

Mikasa, still quietly flipping through her notebook, doesn’t even look up. “That’s only because you two refuse to follow basic instructions.”

Jean, from the far couch, makes a dramatic ugh noise and tosses a small pillow at Mikasa, which she dodges with ease and zero attention diverted from her page.

You press your hand a little firmer against the glass and smile at the familiar rhythm. “Seriously, though,” you murmur. “No sparring, no studying, no strategizing. Just… one night off. Something silly. Something easy.”

Eren, still half-dozing, grunts. “Like cards?”

“Or charades,” Armin suggests thoughtfully. “We used to play that when we were kids. Back in Shiganshina.”

“Ugh, that game brings out the worst in people,” Jean groans. “Last time we played that, Hange mimed a decomposing titan and Sasha guessed ‘fermented cheese.’”

“I was close!” Sasha huffs, pointing at him indignantly. “You weren’t even trying to guess!”

Levi, still beside the couch, watches all this unfold with his usual half-lidded, unimpressed stare—but something about the way his arms are crossed, the slight tilt of his head… he’s not disengaged. Just listening.

You turn from the window and look at him. “Even you, Captain. No work. No forms. No brooding. Just…” You lift your hands with a shrug, your smile a little mischievous. “Play.”

He narrows his eyes. “You’re awfully bold tonight.”

“Because I passed physics,” you say proudly.

That earns a huff of something halfway between amusement and disbelief. But he sets down the clipboard anyway, very slowly and deliberately, as if to make a point of it. “One round.”

You beam.

Fifteen minutes later, the common room is transformed. The desks are pushed to the side, pillows and blankets strewn across the floor, someone has brought down a battered deck of cards and a random assortment of game pieces—some of which probably aren’t even from the same game.

Sasha and Connie have elected themselves “Chaos Coordinators,” which means they’re mostly running around arguing over rules and setting up pieces in the wrong order. Armin’s trying to organize something coherent while Mikasa sits cross-legged on the floor beside him, correcting Sasha’s attempts at shuffling. Jean’s already made himself comfortable with a mug in hand, declaring himself the future champion of whatever this becomes.

You sit back against the arm of the couch, knees tucked in, watching everyone fall into easy banter and laughter. And across the room, just outside the fray, Levi leans against the wall—arms crossed again, but no clipboard this time. Just him. Present.

His eyes find you through the mess of movement, and for the smallest moment, you share that quiet again. A wordless thread that stretches across the room, stronger than any game.

He doesn’t smile.

But he nods once.

You smile for the both of you.

“Alright!” Sasha yells, standing on the couch. “First round is a game of guess the weird object! We’ve gathered six mystery items from our rooms, and your job is to guess what the hell they are with your eyes closed!”

“What the fuck kind of game is that?” Levi mutters, under his breath.

But he doesn’t leave.

No one does.

Tonight, the walls of the barracks hum with laughter. The cold remains outside the windows. And inside—where your hand once pressed to the glass, wishing for something light and playful—you find it blooming, alive and real, in the warmth of your friends’ voices and the steady, silent presence of the Captain who chose to stay.

"Wait! Wait!" You spring up from your seated position, running to the door. "Let's ask the others if they want to join. The Commander might be busy, but it can't hurt to try at least." You stick your tongue out and laugh. "Or maybe Miche, or Hange squad leaders?" You bounce on your feet, restless and giddy with happiness, hoping to be fast enough so the moment wouldn't pass by the time you return.

“Oi—careful, you're gonna trip over your own feet,” Levi calls out flatly as you nearly stumble slipping your shoes back on. But there’s no sharpness to his voice—only the same dry tone that somehow always carries just enough weight to make you glance back at him.

The corner of his mouth quirks up, barely. “Don’t take too long.”

Your cheeks warm. You throw him a salute, two fingers to your brow with exaggerated flair. “Yes, Captain.”

Sasha hoots from the other side of the room. “Go! Go! Before the energy dies and we all remember we have essays due!”

“Speak for yourself,” Jean grumbles, sprawled across a cushion like a bored cat. “I’m not doing work tonight.”

“That’s because you never do work, Jean,” Mikasa says without missing a beat, still organizing the cards neatly by suit in front of her.

You’re already halfway through the hallway before the echo of laughter dies down behind you, your feet light against the floorboards. The barracks feel quieter out here, empty and cold again—but the memory of warmth from the common room seems to linger like smoke on your skin.

You pause outside Hange’s door first, catching your breath. Soft shuffling sounds inside—something being knocked over.

“Yeah, just a sec!” Hange’s muffled voice calls out before you can even knock. The door opens moments later and she blinks down at you, glasses slightly askew and a pencil tucked behind her ear. “Oh! It’s you. Is this about the sulfur experiment I forgot about? Because technically—”

“Nope,” you grin. “We’re playing games. No strategy, no studying, no explosions. Want to join?”

Hange’s mouth opens—closes. Her entire face lights up like a lamp. “Are you kidding? Absolutely I want to join. Let me grab my socks with the toes—those are my lucky game socks.”

You giggle as she spins back inside her room with wild energy, already muttering about battle formations for charades.

Next, you knock on Miche’s door.

It takes a moment, and when it opens, he’s already chewing something—dried jerky, probably. He blinks at you slowly, tilting his head like a very large, vaguely confused dog.

“Games?” you offer with a grin, bouncing on your toes. “Just for fun. Thought it’d be nice to get everyone in the same room without a mission or a meeting for once.”

He chews thoughtfully.

Sniffs the air once, in classic Miche fashion.

Then shrugs. “Why not.”

It feels almost like victory.

You dart back down the hallway, grinning so wide your cheeks ache. The warmth builds again in your chest as you hear voices growing louder from the common room.

The moment hasn't passed.

It waited for you.

The room erupts into cheers as you return with Hange in one hand, who’s now holding a strange rubber duck claiming it’s going to be her “good luck charm,” and Miche right behind, stoic but present.

“Nice!” Connie fist-pumps. “This is gonna be the best chaos yet.”

You reclaim your spot by the couch just as Sasha slides a new blanket toward you. “We saved you the coziest one,” she whispers like it's a secret.

“Damn right you did,” you say, dropping into it with a satisfied sigh.

Your eyes meet Levi’s across the room again.

He hasn’t moved much—still leaning near the wall, arms crossed. But he hasn’t left. And when he sees you settled, surrounded by laughter, eyes bright and chest rising with breathless joy—he looks away quickly, like he’s afraid he might be caught staring too long.

But not before you catch the faintest twitch at the edge of his lips.

A not-quite-smile.

You lean back against the couch, the noise of your friends enveloping you like a soft tide. And for tonight, you let go of every burden. The walls of duty. The expectations. The worry.

Tonight, you play.

The laughter in the common room is climbing now—rising in waves as Hange insists the rubber duck gives her “unparalleled deductive reasoning” in the card game she’s currently losing miserably. Sasha’s crying from laughter on the floor, face buried in a pillow as Connie dramatically reenacts Hange’s “moment of defeat” with flailing arms and sound effects.

“Behold, the genius falls!” he wails, pretending to drop dead with the deck of cards raining down like confetti.

“Unbelievable,” Jean groans, half-smiling despite himself. “We’re adults.”

“Speak for yourself,” you murmur, barely containing your own laughter as you wipe a tear from the corner of your eye.

Mikasa chuckles under her breath. Even Armin's shoulders shake in quiet amusement as he watches the chaos unfold with fond exasperation.

Levi stands at the edge of it all—arms still folded, expression unreadable, but there’s a certain softness to the set of his shoulders now. Something easier. Something lighter. And though he doesn’t join in the games, he stays. Close.

You feel it like a quiet weight beside you. Not heavy. Just... grounding.

And then—there’s the unmistakable sound of the front door opening. A hush falls, briefly, as boots step into the barracks. Heads turn.

Erwin.

His broad figure fills the frame, wind-chilled and dusted faintly with snow, the ends of his coat damp from the outside.

“Evening,” he greets simply, eyes scanning the room.

It’s surreal—seeing him here, outside of the strategy tables and early morning briefings. Not in uniform, just wrapped in a dark wool coat with gloves tucked under one arm.

Hange’s eyes go wide. “Erwin!” she gasps, scrambling upright and nearly knocking her duck off the table. “Did you actually show up for something not involving a war council?”

He smirks faintly. “I heard there was a gathering.”

“More like a temporary lapse in sanity,” Jean mutters, dodging the cushion Sasha throws at him.

“Games,” you chime in, smiling up at him from your blanket nest. “Cards, jokes, hot tea. You can join if you want.”

Erwin’s gaze drifts over the scene—the circle of soldiers seated on the floor, the half-eaten snacks, the candlelight flickering warm against the windows—and something subtle shifts in his posture.

“I won’t stay long,” he says. “But I think I can afford a few minutes.”

Connie jumps up like it’s an emergency. “SOMEONE GET HIM A MUG. NOW.”

“You act like he’s royalty,” Mikasa deadpans.

“He is!” Sasha argues. “He’s the Commander. And now we have the Commander and the Captain here! That’s double morale boost!”

“Double the scary,” Jean adds.

Erwin finally settles down on one of the floor cushions, nodding politely to Armin as he accepts the mug someone hands him. “Thank you.”

You watch the crew slowly reorganize around the new addition like puzzle pieces shifting. It’s not tense, not rigid—just... a rare thing. Everyone sharing a moment that isn’t laced with battle cries or marching orders.

Across the room, Levi meets your gaze again.

He hasn’t smiled, not truly. But there’s something in his eyes. A softness around the edges of his silence.

Something that says:

Thank you.

Not with words. Not with declarations.

But with presence.

The way he stayed.

The way he didn’t need to say he was here for you—because he already was.

The night stretches on with card games and whispered jokes, the occasional howl of laughter echoing down the hallway. Even Erwin ends up losing a round to Sasha, who claims it’s divine intervention.

You rest your head back against the couch, heart warm and full.

And for once, there is no need for titles.

No need for ranks.

Just you, and the people who have somehow carved their way into your life like light slipping through a battlefield.

And Levi—watching, nearby, saying nothing.

But still... there.

You quietly make your way to him amidst the playful atmosphere, standing silently beside him, though your fingers twitch to brush his for a brief second. You look at him and smile before sliding your gaze back to the random group of people who had gathered in a moment of reprieve.

Levi doesn’t move at first—not even when you step beside him. He just watches the group, expression as unreadable as ever. His arms remain folded, his shoulders steady. But after a moment, you feel it: the slightest shift. His hand relaxes by his side, no longer closed into a fist, no longer held in tension.

Then, as if caught in hesitation, his fingers twitch once. Almost like a question.

You don’t answer it out loud. You don’t need to.

You simply let your own hand linger near his—not touching, but close enough for him to feel the warmth.

And maybe that’s enough.

His head tilts the smallest degree, and though he doesn’t look at you directly, his voice comes low and quiet, meant only for you beneath the distant echo of laughter.

“…You look like you needed this.”

It’s not a question. It’s a statement, like he knew all along. Like he watched you—shoulders tense for weeks, heart heavy, eyes darting too often toward things unsaid. And now here you are, barefoot in wool socks, firelight dancing across your skin, surrounded by laughter and chaos and friends.

You nod softly, smiling at the distant sound of Sasha making Erwin taste her terrible tea blend.

“I think we all did,” you whisper back.

There’s another pause. Another beat of silent understanding.

Then, gently—like a secret passed between soldiers on the eve of something bigger—his pinky nudges yours.

It’s subtle. Barely there.

But the contact sends a quiet current through your chest, one that makes your breath catch just a little.

It doesn’t linger long. Just a second. Maybe less. But it’s enough.

Levi looks away again, but you catch it—

The faintest upward twitch at the corner of his lips.

And for the first time in a while, you realize...

It’s okay to feel this safe. To laugh. To be held in a moment. To want.

And even if you’re not sure what tomorrow holds—

Tonight?

He’s here.

"Thank you for your affirmations," you whisper quietly, "I don't think I'm a very secure person. I… I apologise. I'll probably continue to need your affirmations to retain trust in... us."

His eyes flick toward you this time, sharp but not harsh—like he’s scanning every word as it leaves your lips. You feel it before he even speaks: the shift in his attention, the full weight of it, like standing under a heavy snowfall that somehow feels protective instead of cold.

“Tch.” A soft exhale. Not quite annoyance. More like… regret. Something caught behind his teeth.

He turns just enough to face you. “Don’t apologize for needing something real,” he says, voice low and even, but edged with something quieter underneath—like emotion sealed in iron. “Not in a world like this.”

The flickering lantern light casts gold shadows on the side of his face, and when his gaze settles back on yours, it’s steady. Grounded.

“I’m not good at this shit,” Levi admits bluntly, voice softening only a fraction. “Not at saying what I feel. Or proving things the way people want them proven. But if I give you my word... if I say I’m here…” He lifts a hand—slow, deliberate—and presses two fingers against his own chest, just above the strap of his harness. “Then that means I am. No fucking games. No half-hearted promises.”

He lets that sit in the space between you, the unspoken warmth of it heavier than any embrace. Then his hand drops again, brushing slightly against your own—this time on purpose.

“You need my affirmations?” His voice lowers another notch. “Then you’ll have them. Again. And again. However many fucking times it takes.”

For a long moment, you just breathe—because there’s something in the way he says it. Not romantic in the traditional sense, no flowery warmth or soft poetic turns. But Levi’s love was never a blooming thing. It was forged. Earned. Fought for. Like iron wrapped around a heartbeat.

And now, you hear it in the steady cadence of his words. In the quiet spaces he makes for you. In the way he chooses to stay.

He glances away, then back again. “But you better give yourself a little goddamn credit too.”

You smile gently, throat tight with something that feels like relief and ache all at once.

“Okay,” you whisper. “Okay. I will.”

And for a moment—just a moment—the snow outside keeps falling, and time feels like it’s holding its breath. Safe. Suspended. Yours.

"Do you need anything from me? What am I lacking? I want you to be assured of me too."

Levi’s eyes flick to you again—this time slower, more lingering. The cold air seems to still between you both, muffled by the walls of the barracks and the hush of the snow pressing gently against the glass panes.

He studies you, but not like before—this isn’t the sharp gaze of a soldier, or even the narrowed squint of someone on guard. It’s quieter. Thoughtful. His lips part like he’s about to answer quickly, but then he hesitates… and looks down.

“No.” His voice is quiet—softer than you’ve heard all day. “You’re not lacking anything.”

There’s a breath. Not a sigh. Just space for honesty to land. He leans his elbow onto the edge of the window beside you, arms crossing lightly over his chest as he stares out at the snow, jaw working once, twice before he speaks again.

“You’ve already given me more than I thought I’d ever let myself need,” he says, blunt but not cold. “And that scares the hell out of me sometimes.”

He glances at you from the corner of his eye, tone flat but purposeful. “That doesn’t mean you scare me. You’re… the opposite of that. You’re the calm in all the noise.” He pauses, then adds under his breath, “The fucking ache I look forward to.”

It’s a strange thing, being someone’s ache. But from Levi, it sounds like the highest honor.

He shifts slightly, and this time his hand brushes yours deliberately again. The pressure is featherlight, not quite a grasp—just a whisper of skin against skin. “If I need anything,” he murmurs, “it’s just for you to stay. And keep being real with me. Keep showing up like you do, even when I’m a cold bastard.”

He finally turns fully to you, standing so close now that the edge of his cloak brushes the side of your arm. The heat from him is subtle but grounding.

“You’re not lacking,” he repeats. “Don’t twist yourself up wondering how to be more for me. Just be you. That’s what I need.”

A silence hangs. Warm this time.

And in that space, the wind outside picks up just slightly, carrying the snow in swirls past the windows. Somewhere behind you, Sasha laughs—loud, breathless—and you can faintly hear the thud of someone slipping in the snow, followed by Jean cursing under his breath.

But right here, in this still moment with Levi, everything else fades.

You look up at him, breath caught in your throat, and he offers something rare. A glance—not quite a smile—but soft at the edges. Almost… proud.

“C’mon,” he says quietly, his voice nearly a murmur. “Let’s go join the others. Before those idiots hurt themselves out there.” But he doesn’t move just yet. He stays right there, with you.

"Wait, Levi. But I can't ask this of you, to need more than what you give. How can I be okay with it when you just accept me just so? Isn't there anything I can improve on?"

Levi blinks once—slow, unhurried. The pause that follows is quiet and heavy, like the snow settling on rooftops, like the weight of everything he hasn’t said lingering just between your words. You feel the space close in slightly around you both, not suffocating, just... intimate.

He exhales through his nose. Not annoyed. Not distant. Just thoughtful. His gaze doesn’t flick away this time. It stays fixed on you, eyes darker in the low light, softer somehow.

“You keep asking that like this is some kind of fucking transaction,” he says, quiet but pointed. “Like you’re meant to match me blow for blow. Like we’re tallying something.”

There’s no judgment in his tone—just a tired kind of honesty. The kind that makes your chest sting a little because it’s true.

Levi shifts his weight, shoulders relaxing only slightly, and looks down for a beat. “You want something to work on?” he asks, glancing up again, one brow lifting in that dry, sardonic way that makes your stomach tighten. “Start by letting yourself be loved.”

The words are soft, almost hidden behind the rasp in his voice—but they land like a stone in still water.

He turns to lean fully against the wall now, arms crossed, boot scuffing lightly at the floor. “I know what it looks like when people beg to be more,” he mutters, tone sharper at the edges now—not at you, never at you—but at some ghost of his past. “When they twist themselves trying to be something that someone might choose.” His jaw tightens. “It eats them alive.”

Your breath hitches.

“And you?” he adds, finally looking at you again, really looking—his eyes steady, unblinking. “You’re already enough. I don’t say that to coddle you. I say it because it’s the fucking truth.”

You feel your throat tighten, but you hold his gaze. Because there’s something steady there. Something weathered but unshaken. Like stone beneath a storm.

“I don’t need you to give more. I need you to believe that what you give is already something I want,” he says simply.

And then—quietly, more gently—he adds, “I don’t love you because you’re perfect. I care because you’re you.” A pause. “Clumsy words, overthinking everything, biting your damn lip every time you hesitate.” His tone softens. “The way you show up even when you’re tired. The way you never fucking stop trying.”

Another beat.

“You keep doing that? That’s all I’ll ever ask for.”

You blink quickly, breath shallow.

Then he tilts his head, eyes narrowing with that small, familiar smirk—subtle but sure. “...Unless you want to stop losing your damn boots in the snow. That, I wouldn’t complain about.”

A laugh cracks through your chest like sunlight through heavy clouds.

Levi just watches you, quiet satisfaction flickering in his eyes—still leaning casually against the wall like none of this cost him anything to say… even though you know it did.

And as the voices of your friends echo from the distance—Eren yelling something about a snowball truce, Sasha howling with laughter, Mikasa sighing fondly—you feel a warmth settle deep in your bones.

This wasn’t a confession made under moonlight or roses.

But it was real. Solid. Steady.

And for Levi, that’s as close to poetry as you’ll ever get.

You  bite your lip before you even realize, then laugh once more. Nodding your head in satisfaction, your chest blooms with unfiltered, raw warmth. Your fingers reach out to grasp his, but you restrain yourself, letting them drop and twitch at your sides. "Levi, I-" You scratch your ear self consciously. "Thank you. Really."

Levi’s gaze lingers on you, his stance relaxed but never without edge—hands half in his pockets, shoulders squared just enough to remind the room who he is. The common lounge hums around you, the warmth of the fire casting a soft glow over the knot of mismatched chairs and the cluttered coffee table strewn with Armin’s books and half-finished tea mugs.

But his eyes aren’t on any of that. They’re on you.

He watches your fingers twitch at your sides, gaze following the movement like he noticed everything—because he does. Levi doesn’t say anything at first. He just breathes in slowly, nostrils flaring a little as if weighing the moment, judging the gravity of your restrained reach… and then acting in that quiet, calculated way that only he can.

He steps forward—just slightly. Enough to erase the distance, enough for the cold air between your bodies to dissipate. And without a word, he lifts his hand and brushes two fingers against yours. It’s not a full grasp. Not a tug, not a demand.

But it’s permission.

It’s presence.

You glance up at him, and the weight of his gaze is steady. There’s nothing overly tender or theatrical about it. It’s Levi—rough-edged and raw, but never careless. His fingers linger just enough to say: I’m here. Still here.

“Tch.” He clicks his tongue faintly. “You don’t have to thank me for saying what should’ve been fucking obvious.”

But the way he says it? There’s no venom in the words. Just that worn-down affection, so subtle you’d miss it if you weren’t already attuned to the shape of his care.

His hand drops slowly back to his side. “You already fight hard enough out there. Don’t fight me too.”

You swallow, blinking back a wave of something that rises—grateful and shaky and so deeply seen that it almost steals your breath.

A laugh rings out in the background—Sasha, probably—and Armin’s voice follows, light and bookish, explaining something to Eren. Mikasa shifts in her seat, her scarf tucked neatly around her neck, silently watching over it all like a silent sentinel.

And yet, none of it pulls you away from Levi.

He leans his weight on one leg slightly, head tilting, eyes narrowing in that way he does when he’s reading you—like you’re a battlefield he’s already memorized but revisits anyway, out of quiet obligation or something else he hasn’t named yet.

His voice is lower now, private beneath the buzz of the lounge.

“You’re not lacking. If anything, I…” He stops, then scoffs under his breath. “Forget it.”

You arch a brow, giving him a look that’s soft but inquisitive.

He exhales slowly, shoulders rising and falling.

“I just don’t want you thinking you have to change to earn anything from me.” His jaw flexes slightly. “What I give you, I give because I want to. And I don’t hand that shit out easily, you know that.”

You nod. Words too fragile to speak without cracking. Instead, you shift a little closer—shoulders brushing—and let the comfort of that proximity settle in your bones.

Outside, the snow continues to fall softly against the windows. But inside, inside the common lounge, with its peeling wallpaper and threadbare blankets tossed across old chairs, it feels like the kind of warmth you could actually believe in.

Like maybe, even in a world this broken, you’re not alone.

[levi501ackerman]

MASTERLIST by Levi501ackerman

ao3

Hange x Reader

Steel Heart | chapter index

"The Royal King's Guard will lay down their lives and dedicate their hearts to return you unharmed to Mitras Castle where you will marry and become Queen. The Marelyan Cult who believe you are the key to perform their ritual will do anything to obtain your body and unlock their most powerful weapon. You just want to win the heart of a certain Knight."

Stars at Night Turned Deep to Dust | Angst

"You were in an accident that caused you to have amnesia and forget your love with Hange. You've turned annoyed with the person who was once your wife."

Here Before and After Me | Fluff

"Levi overheard another conversation the night before retaking Wall Maria. He didn’t know that his best friend had someone special to them."

Silly | Fluff

A quick story of a reserved reader that wants to make Hange laugh lol.

My Chance Has Come At Last | Fluff

"AU where Levi, Hange, and Erwin go Miche's birthday party. There’s a shit ton of people and Hange sees you in the crowd. Hange thought you were too pretty to talk to her. She didn’t expect her shirt to be the conversation starter between you two."

Crazy Girls | Fluff

"AU where Halloween night Levi watches Hange hype up her hot girlfriend."

Comic |

"Hange worked on your graduation gift for weeks, only for you to end up forgetting about them."

Levi x Reader

She Looks Just Like a Dream | Fluff

"One day the scouts find out Levi has a wife. Everyone wants to meet her."

Living In A Dream | Pining

"Levi refuses to date a subordinate so instead he pines over you. Kind of ridiculous how much he overthinks every interaction with you."

Object of Affection | Fluff

"Some may think Levi is whipped or your servant. But acts of service is how Levi shows his love."

Wish That I Could | Angst

"Levi missed his chance to date you. So he watches you from afar."

Allegiance | Part 1 Part 2 (discontinued)

"You're a wealthy citizen from Stohess. When the survey corps are in the city, you can't help but fall for a cute captain."

That Day | Angst

"Ever since That Day . . . Anytime you became lucid, Levi spent all the time with you that you could offer him."

E X T R A S :

RIP AOT

Levi x social media

[littlerequiem]

Drabble Month, Day 2: Pepper ˚⁎⁺ Miche x GN!Reader

CONTENT — Sick fic, fluff, cooking. Written for @thedrabblecollective as part of the AOT Vets Drabble Month. Divider by @cafekitsune.

Whenever Miche gets sick, you’ve learned that his sense of smell disappears.

Behind you, Miche attempts to fight Mother Nature.

“I can’t smell for shit,” he complains, sniffing the simmering pot.

“My poor baby.”

Miche slides his arms around your waist. “Describe it for me.”

“Soup with carrots.” A kiss lands on your neck. “Mm… onions.” Another. “P-peppers.”

This time, you turn to face him, trying to capture his lips.

Miche stops you. “I don’t want you to get sick.”

“But—“

Miche engulfs you into a warm embrace instead.

You bite down a smile. Fine. For now, this will do.

[lyshkaax-aot]

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Vets headcanons!! ☆

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Levi — DESPISES bugs, specifically spiders. Hated them since his childhood, despite basically being in permanent close proximity with them when he lived in the underground; specifically when he still stayed with his mother.

Always has a fly swatter or bug spray in his room, no matter the circumstances (even if they never really have a chance to stay in his room, considering how he stomps them the second he sees one hehe)

Hange — has a bug collection in her laboratory, moths pinned to frames, domino beetles in plastic boxes, the whole shtick. Totally hyper-focused on them once and now has an array of books and anatomy studies on basically every creepy-crawly she knew of, keeps them shoved in some random folder on her desk.

Unsurprisingly, Levi hates the fact she has this, stopped coming into her lab as often when she hung up the pinned butterflies/moths on her walls. Once Hange found out about his distaste towards it, she never let him live it down; 100% picks up spiders and shows it to Levi just to fuck with him (last time she did it she got slapped in the hand, how shocking.)

Erwin — has a stuffed animal collection in his room, every single one of them has a name. Genuinely doesn’t understand how it could seem weird that a grown man has an array of plushies organised on his bed, just likes having them.

Definitely has ones named after the other veterans, but it’s not just their name, it’s things like Catvi or Froglitt, (he’s a little confused but he’s got the spirit wwww)

Moblitt — has a pet cat and it’s his favourite thing on all of the planet, found her on the streets as a kitten all alone—her mother abandoned her since she was the runt of the litter, he couldn’t help himself and took her in just to “shelter her for a few weeks until she could survive on her own outside.” Immediately got attatched and adopted her permanently, named her Lucy because it just felt right (totally wasn’t after a childhood pet cat he had that looked exactly like her.)

Miche — physically can’t spend that much time around Hange because he can smell her; most of the time he’s the one who asks Moblitt to make her to take a shower, (if Levi hasn’t already forcefully shoved her into a body of water.)

Sorry about the slander, Hange, but I know full well you don’t shower or use deodorant often enough jfjsfjj (๑﹏๑//)

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Ahhh I love the veterans so much they’re so silly ૮(˶ㅠ︿ㅠ)ა

I could totally talk about them for hours, (specifically the five I included here, sorry about the Nanaba and Shadis neglect, I just couldn’t think of any head canons for them wahhh)

But anyways, this was my little head canon shit post—hope you enjoyed me spewing random thoughts about my shaylas .·°՞(っ-ᯅ-ς)՞°·.

[postwarlevi]

Having a truck bed date night in a field with pillows and blankets and snacks and a radio. Watching the sunset and talking and cuddling and watching the stars come out.

[storiesofaot]

Short Ramble: I came across @creativepromptsforwriting 's prompt list for February earlier today, and I ended up impulsively writing something for today's prompt. I might try and do a few of them (of varying length) since the list does look very intriguing, but we'll see how it goes. Writing has been a bit slow lately, maybe this will help? Okay, ramble is over.

Letters With Levi

Day 1: Love Letters

Rating: G

Word Count: 982

High-School AU. It doesn't really matter, but I imagined this being set in like 2007-ish.

These weren’t love letters. That’s what Levi told himself over and over. He unfolded the piece of paper Mike had just pushed toward him and started reading whatever she had scribbled on the note. They were just letters.

It had all started three weeks ago, when he and Hange were paired up for a book review project. She had been very enthusiastic about the novel they’d received, while he hadn’t been able to muster much motivation for the task. But, as expected, she had been the driving force behind their project, and to his surprise, they were done well ahead of time, leaving them with an entire period free and with nothing to do.

It was during those forty-five minutes that they started talking more intensely. She was the new student, having moved to the small town he lived in just a couple of months ago. He had mostly observed her from afar, her outgoing and jittery nature making it difficult for him to connect with her. But apart from the bits and pieces he had noticed, he hadn’t really known much about her. That all changed on that Monday morning.

During their work-free lesson, she shared all her thoughts, likes, and quirks with him, and somehow managed to worm a lot of personal information out of him in return. He didn’t understand how she did it, but he ended up sharing things he’d never told anyone before.

They were in the middle of discussing a movie they had both recently watched when their English teacher announced it was time for everyone’s presentations, which meant Levi had to move back to his seat, two rows behind her.

“I’ll write you a note. We can’t just leave this hanging,” Hange said as he stood up, waving a piece of paper in the air. When he nodded silently, she gave him a smile that made his fifteen-year-old heart stumble in a way it never had before.

As soon as the first pair stood in front of the class, Mike leant backwards and dropped a folded piece of paper into his lap. Luckily, their teacher was focused on the talking students, so Levi had all the time he needed to read through the note and reply.

That was how Mike became their message-bearer. But most importantly, it was the start of a series of passed-along notes, a routine that would continue throughout the coming weeks.

“I really liked our conversation!” Hange said at the end of the lesson, catching him at the door. “We should do that more often, don’t you think?”

He didn’t know how to reply to that, so once again, he simply nodded and wordlessly handed her their sheet of paper. As if to say, Just reach out whenever you’d like. He didn’t expect it, but she seemed to understand what he meant and laughed. And to his delight, she not only safely stored away their note but also asked him if he wanted to have lunch with her.

The following day, she sent him another note, this time during their biology lesson. She wrote about wanting to collect their little papers and mentioned she had thought of calling the series Notes with Levi. “But with the amount of text I’m writing, these aren’t just notes anymore. So I’d say Letters with Levi is a better name, don’t you think?”

It took him every ounce of willpower not to smile at that. Was he becoming a little too invested in their interactions already? He wasn’t sure he'd ever felt this way about something so... simple before.

By the end of the week, those notes had become a daily routine, and he caught himself looking forward to each class he had with her.

“Seems like you’ve got yourself a girlfriend,” Mike teased him as they walked home after school had ended on Friday afternoon. Levi shot him an annoyed glance and ignored the comment, but of course, his friend didn’t let up on him.

“I hadn’t pegged you as the romantic type, writing love letters and all that,” Mike continued, nudging his arm playfully. “But hey, it suits you. Quiet teenager who writes cheesy but deep letters to his lover. Should be a trope.”

“Shut up,” Levi grumbled, shoving his shoulder against his friend with enough force to make Mike stumble and nearly walk into a streetlamp.

That was the first time he connected his written conversations with Hange to love letters, and his ears immediately turned bright red.

Those weren’t love letters, he told himself after saying goodbye to Mike. It wasn’t even love. They were just… friends.

That was the thought he kept repeating to himself over the next two weeks, both during their written conversations and their chats at lunch. She always seemed to be around whenever she could, and without realising it, he found himself looking out for her as soon as recess started.

No, they weren’t love letters, he reminded himself once again three weeks later as he read her response to his question, already thinking about what to write back. But when he reached the last paragraph of her letter—a phone number with a few words written underneath—he couldn't help but wonder if, at some point, it might actually turn into that.

“I thought we could continue our conversations over the weekend, if you’d like. You can text me, or, you know, we could talk on the phone. I’d really like that, it’s so quiet without you. So, if you’re free and want to, just give me a call."

It took him a lot of effort to push past his nervousness, but on Saturday afternoon, he called her for the first time. He’d never forget the excitement in her voice when she recognised him, and how it made his heart trip over itself again.

And that was how Letters with Levi turned into Phone Calls with Levi.

[natsuki208]

Mikenana family headcanon 🍳

With Miche’s highly talented sense of smell, and Nanaba’s surprising knowledge about kitchen work, the couple grew into well-known cooks within the Scout regiment.

During their time raising Oscar, he helped them out in the kitchen a lot. They even taught him a few things on making a well-made meal with little rations they had - everyone in the 104th kept asking how Oscar knew how to make their mess hall foods even better.

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Chapters: 1/10 Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Moblit Berner/Hange Zoë, Nanaba/Mike Zacharias Characters: Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Kenny Ackerman, Hange Zoë, Moblit Berner, Mike Zacharias, Nanaba (Shingeki no Kyojin), Furlan Church, Isabel Magnolia, Zeke Yeager, Pieck Finger, Falco Grice, Colt Grice, Gabi Braun, Uri Reiss, Petra Ral Additional Tags: Soft Levi Ackerman, Soft Erwin Smith, Erwin Smith Lives, Top Erwin Smith, Bottom Levi Ackerman, Levi Ackerman is Bad at Feelings, Levi Ackerman Needs a Hug, Protective Levi Ackerman, Nonbinary Hange Zoë, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Zeke Yeager Being an Asshole, Hange Zoë Is A Little Shit, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Domestic Fluff, Erwin Smith is Whipped, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Mentioned Kuchel Ackerman, References to Drugs, Alcohol, Erwin Smith is a cutie, Feel-good, Happy Ending Series: Part 2 of No Strings Attached Summary:

"Wait, Erwin?" Levi called, causing Erwin's movements to cease.

He turned his head to look back at Levi, his heart racing a little too quickly. He wanted to respond, but there was a nervous lump forming in the back of his throat.

"Will you be hungry tomorrow?"

Erwin's brows furrowed, lips pursing together.

Before he could question it, Levi was storming back over, eyes narrowed, "Forget that. What's your favourite food to eat out?"

Erwin's face once again felt hot, as he stared down in disbelief at Levi. "Uh... Thai."

"Okay. Let's go out to eat tomorrow night."

this is a sequel!! <33 

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read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/kViapZA by TransErwinSmith Silly Alt EruriMiche on a road trip fighting over music and being goofy, made as part of the Gotcha for Gaza @AoTAction for MaxJM_444 (on Twitter) as prompted by MadebyDun (BlueSky)! Words: 1820, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Mike Zacharias, Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Erwin Smith/Mike Zacharias, Levi Ackerman/Mike Zacharias, Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith/Mike Zacharias Additional Tags: Goth Levi Ackerman, Soft Erwin Smith, Mike Zacharias' Name Spelled as Miche Zacharias, Cute, Title From an Ozzy Osbourne Song, Alternate Universe - Road Trip, Romantic Fluff, Romantic Comedy, Polyamory, No Angst, Soft Levi Ackerman, Rock and Roll, Trans Levi Ackerman read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/kViapZA

[kribuki]

LOOKING FOR ATTACK ON TITAN LITERATE-ADVANCE LITERATE RP PARTNERS [OCs welcomed]

Henlo! I'm Kri, in my early 20s, in the CET (GMT+1) timezone, literate to advance literate, 1500~ keystrokes, 300~ words, third person perspective, past tense, only use Discord and absolutely love to dive in details and characters' psychology. I'm an enthusiastic and hyper writer who might annoy you with headcanons, plot-relatable clips, ideas and memes so I'm not for the weak hearts (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

We might be a good match if:

You're around my age or older (20+ y.o.).

You are not looking for smut-centered roleplays. I'm okay with smut and NSFW, but when it's only that, it gets boring, honestly.

You're active: I'd appreciate if you can at least send a couple replies every week. Of course, I completely understand if you'll be busy, just tell me in advance. I'll do the same.

You're literate to advanced literate, meaning that you can give me a good amount of text like two+ paragraphs. Though, quantity isn't everything. I prefer quality and if you give me details, psychology, description and all the good stuff, we're gonna be besties.

You can write multiple characters and multiple couples: my style of writing evolves around many characters, since it's a nice way to insert drama and chaos. I'd love if we could write more than one couple. It can be considered as doubling, but maybe it's closer to mumu, since I prefer the ships to be written in the same story rather than having a complete different rp.

You like to mix different genres: romance is a must for me; it will always be there either as the main plot or subplot, but I also love to include many other genres, such as action, thriller, psychological, drama, fluff, angst, gore, fantasy, even comedy.

You're okay with mature and dark themes (dead dove: do not eat): I'm not going to write sugar coated stories, I like to write and explore many themes and they include possibly disturbing ones. I don't want to traumatize anyone, so, if you want to write with me, be prepared. I do not have triggers, although my only objections are adult x minor ships and incest. You may talk with me about your triggers and I'll gladly respect them.

You are open to both canonverse and AUs: I personally prefer AUs (alternative universes), since I believe they allow more freedom and creativity. Examples could be medieval, royalty, knights, monsters, ghosts, gangsters, professional hitmen, mafia, car racers.

You'll match my energy and don't mind OOC (out of character) chatting: like I said earlier, I get very excited and will most likely send you random stuff related to the story for fun, and I love it when people can match my energy and spam me with content. It helps me keep my interest up and also gets me emotionally attached to our story. Moreover, I would really appreciate if you could be honest with me. I wish for both of us to enjoy the story we are writing so if you lost interest, if you want to change/drop it, please let me know instead of ghosting me.

Ships I'm interested writing

Only MxF ships. In bold are the characters I'll write. If both are in bold, it means I can write either of them. ♡ = prefered

Ships I'm looking for:

Pieck x Jean Kirstein

Pieck x male Hange/Hanji

♡ Nanaba x Mike/Miche Zacharius

f!OC x Levi Ackerman

f!OC x Jean

♡ f!OC x Mike/Miche Zacharias

♡ f!OC x Furlan Church

Ships I can write:

Erwin Smith x f!OC

Kenny Ackerman x f!OC

Zeke Yeager x Pieck / f!OC

Eren Yeager x Mikasa / f!OC

Reiner x Historia / Annie / f!OC

Bertholdt x Annie / f!OC

Porco Galliard x Pieck / f!OC

Nile Dock x Marie / f!OC

Petra x Oruo

Eld Gin × f!OC

Please keep in mind I do want one of my main characters to be a female. My other characters can be of any gender. I'm open to any ship if you want to write an OC. Those listed are the ones I'm most confident writing, but you can always ask. I'll put the same effort in all the ships and couples, unless we decide otherwise, and I'm not going to cast anyone or any ship aside because I love including many characters and see different dynamics.

Ok, I'll stop here and thank you for reading through this long post! If you're interested feel free to dm me, if you've got any questions I'll gladly enlight you. I look forward to meet you! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

[ghoulsister1]

🎃SpookTober 31 Days Prompts🎃

Day 31: Halloween🎃🍬👻

Everyone x GN!Reader. Happy Halloween! Fluff. Spooky time! It's the season of spooks everyone. All Hallow's Eve. Spirits and ghouls. AU: Modern. SpookTober Prompt: Halloween🎃🍬👻

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What's everyone up to this Halloween? Let's see the characters and their S/O and what are they doing on this spooky night tonight........🎃

It is Halloween, all Hallows Eve and tonight on this spooky night we check in on some characters and what they and their S/Os are up to this year's Halloween!

Manfred Von Richtofen & S/O

We see Manfred and his beloved S/O on the couch of their cosy little home, all decorated for the occasion. Manfred is gripping a pillow as his S/O munches away on some snacks. They appear to be watching the OG Halloween and Manfred, new to horror movies is feeling that effect already it seems. Oh dear! Ah but his S/O will surely cuddle him tonight to keep any spooky boogeymen away!

Dante & S/O

At Devil May Cry we see a group of some teens hoping to score candy. This teens were responsible for tping the shop last year. You and Dante have not forgotten this, so tonight you and Dante have something good planned.

As the teens ring the doorbell and wait for an answer, a huge towering demon opens the door and let's out a demonic roar, scaring the teens away and leave their stolen candy behind.

Once those teens were gone, Dante returned to normal and you joined him in laughing at how well the scare worked. Picking up the bags of candy, you both smiled and chuckled as you returned inside, ready to feast on the sugary treats.

Kuro & S/O

You sat with Kuro as he carved a pumpkin with his signature cat claws as you stroked the black fur of your cat who sat in your lap, purring away as spooky gothic music played on in the background. You smiled as you sipped some pumpkin latte, Kuro carving a beautiful cat in the pumpkin's skin.

"How's it looking my dear?" Asked Kuro with a smile. You smiled softly, the black cat in your lap purring loudly.

"Perfect!" You Smiled and Kuro blushed a little.

Miche Zacharias & S/O

You and Miche were setting up the pumpkins you all purchased and made sure they all looked their best as you set them outside your house, smiling proudly as people looked at the pumpkins now jack-o-lanterns and commented on how lovely they all looked.

Albert Blithe & S/O

You and Blithe had decorated the house up well, spooky lights all twinkling and pumpkins a glowing. Your house looked really spooky this year.

I have to keep this short as tonight I'll be watching a scary movie with family as it's our a little tradition. So I wish you all a Happy Halloween and be safe!

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[axoxtxhxh]

My Superhero

3k words; 10-minute read A/N: This is for @asahipleaseloveme​​’s Prince Charming collab. I hope this is prince charming enough. Miche definitely seems like a prince, but I never imagined him with someone who fits that ‘damsel in distress’ feeling so I did what I could. I hope you guys like it! And thank you Monica for letting me join! I hope you have a great birthday!

“What are you doing?” You narrowed your eyes as you watched your husband unraveling the garden hose. It was your day off of work as well as his and you had both decided to relax outside, something you never had time for anymore. The sun was shining, the weather was perfect, and you were testing out your new lawn chaises. The only thing that was missing was a pool. A pool you kept begging Miche for.

After only ten minutes of relaxing, he abruptly stood up from his chair and moved to the garden, fiddling around with the hose. You watched as he bent over, his muscles working to pull at something you couldn’t see. It took about a minute when he made a satisfied noise and stood up. You watched as he turned around, holding the garden hose up.

“You know what I’m doing.” He gave you a smile and walked closer.

“Stop.” You sat up quickly, holding your hand up. “We are not doing this again.”

“It’s tradition.” He reminded you, turning the water on and walking closer.

“Can’t you just kiss me at the café?” Hands still up in a defensive pose, you stood from the chair and backed up.

“This is way more fun.” That smug smile was the last thing you saw before he chased you around the house, dowsing you in as much water as he could. Every year it was the same thing. You’d think you would have learned by now, but each year you tricked yourself into thinking he would finally get bored. He never did.

“There are so many things I want to do to you right now.” You said angrily, shaking whatever water you could from your body. It didn’t help, you would have to go inside and change.

“Any of them sexy?” Miche wiggled his eyebrows and pulled you into him.

“Not a single one.” You shook your head and he leaned down to kiss you. You still couldn’t figure out why you loved him so much when he consistently annoyed you as much as he did.

“Oh!” He exclaimed, leaning back. “I almost forgot!”

He stepped back from you and ripped open his button-down shirt to reveal a blue t-shirt with the Superman ‘S’ in the middle. His hands went to his hips and he posed, looking off into the distance.

That was it. That was why. It was things like this that made you love him and even though you were soaked and uncomfortable because of him, you couldn’t help but laugh at how cute he was, your heart fluttering in your chest.

“You’re ridiculous.” You laughed, pushing him playfully before walking into the house to dry off.

“Wait. I need to carry you inside.” He insisted, running up behind you.

“What for?”

“I’m your superhero.”

“Don’t you think you’re taking this too far?” You walked past him into the house.

“Well now wait one second! You called me your superhero!”

“You didn’t even know what you were doing!”

“The hell I didn’t! I saved you then and I will save you now and every year that follows.” He grabbed your hips and hoisted you over his shoulder to carry you in the house.

“Miche! I don’t even need saving right now!” You complained.

“Nonsense.” He continued through the house, moving up the stairs until he set you down on your bed.

“I think you’re misremembering what happened.” You laughed and he laid next to you on the bed.

“I remember exactly what happened.”

“Let’s hear it then. How did you save me?” You turned on your side and faced him, wrapping yourself in the towel he brought you.

“It was five years ago…” He began describing the first time you both met.

You and Miche had met five years earlier. It wasn’t the most traditional way of meeting someone and to be honest, you’d lied to a lot of people on how it actually went down. You and Miche were the only ones that knew exactly what happened. Well, and Zach.

Zach was your ex-boyfriend. He was that really sort of toxic guy that everyone eventually dates and maybe it was fun for a little while, but when the rose-colored glasses finally came off, you were ready for things to be done with him. It took several attempts to actually break things off with him, but of course, after you’d broken up, you got lonely and went back to him. By the time you really, really wanted to end things, you found it was nearly impossible because every argument you made, Zach was convinced you guys would get back together. In his eyes, there wasn’t even a reason to break up at all.

You’d come up with a plan though. If you break up with him in public, he’d have to accept it. Looking back, it was a stupid idea, but you were young and dumb.

It was a Saturday afternoon in a coffee shop that you knew you wouldn’t go to again because it was just too far to frequent. You got there early to sit down and practice your break-up speech. By the time it came to delivering said speech to Zach, you had it down perfectly.

“I really think we’re better off as friends.” You lied. You definitely weren’t going to be friends, but you set your hand on his. Instead of looking sad, he smiled. Weirdo. Why was he smiling? “I hope you understand.”

“I understand.” Zach nodded. “We’re not breaking up.”

“What? I just said we should.”

“You just don’t know, baby.” He took the hand you set on his to comfort him and he started ‘comforting’ you. “We’re made for each other. That’s why we can’t be apart.”

“Zach, it’s really not working out.”

“I disagree.” This was hilarious because for someone who thought you guys were meant to be, he certainly spent a lot of time with other women.

“I don’t think that’s how it works.” This was not going to be as easy as you thought and your mind worked to find a plan b.

“It is. We’re meant to be together. I can’t be without you.” He assured. “And you can’t be without me.”

“I can, Zach. I want to be.” You explained and an idea popped in your head. “I’ve already moved on.”

“What?” It was his turn to be confused.

“I met someone.” You sighed, trying to sell it to him.

“Who?”

“A person. What does it matter?” Was he really going to argue with you meeting someone new?

“I don’t believe you.” He shook his head and you worried that plan b was going to need a plan c.

“Zach, I…” A tall, blonde man stepped out of the bathroom and walked past your table. “I did meet someone. He’s here now.”

“He’s here?” Zach sat up straighter, looking around the café and you nodded. “Where?”

“I don’t think that matters.”

“Where is he?”

“He’s behind me. The blonde guy.” You were really hoping that the guy you just saw leaving the bathroom wasn’t sitting with another woman or this lie was about to fail. You were sure that Zach wouldn’t try and talk to him, he just needed to see that he existed.

“That guy?” There was a weird tone in his voice and you cringed, thinking that he most definitely must be with a woman as you turned around. A couple booths down, the man sat by himself, looking out the window and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Yeah.” You turned around to face Zach. “That’s him.”

Zach’s face changed and he bit the inside of his cheek as he thought about something. Thinking he was believing you, your heart started beating quickly as you got excited for this whole thing to finally be done.

“I don’t believe you.” He stood up and your eyes went wide. “I’m going to go talk to him.”

“Wait!” You jumped up, having no idea what you were going to do, but knowing you needed to stop him. “I will talk to him first. He might be… uh… upset.”

What had you gotten yourself into now? Thankfully, Zach nodded, but kept his eyes on the guy. You slowly turned around and walked to this guy who was still looking out the window. How were you going to explain this situation to him? It’s not like it was that weird. Other people probably did this all the time. That’s what you kept telling yourself as you stepped next to his booth, quickly sitting across from him as you realized that if you were really dating, sitting across from him would be way more normal than standing next to him.

“Hi.” You whispered, feeling heat rushing to your cheeks. “I’m so sorry, but I need your help.”

His eyes moved to something behind you and you were sure Zach was making his way over which limited the amount of time you had to explain to this man the mess you’d gotten yourself, and now him, into.

“I need you to pretend you’re my boyfriend.” You spoke quickly. “I’m try—”

“Okay.” He nodded and you blinked, confused by how quickly he agreed.

“Okay?”

“Yeah. Okay.” He smiled and you didn’t even get a moment to enjoy his smile before Zach was there and this incredibly agreeable man turned to him. “Who’s this?”

“My boyfriend.” You explained to him without thinking.

“What?” The man looked confused and you realized Zach was supposed to be your ex.

“Ex-boyfriend. Sorry.”

“So this is the new guy?” Zach tried to make himself seem big which would have probably worked since he wasn’t that small of a guy, but when this new man stood up, Zach came up a few inches short.

“Miche.” He held his hand out to Zach. “Nice to meet you.”

“You’re dating my woman?” Zach stepped closer to him.

“I think she might be my woman now.” Miche smiled again and that time you did let yourself admire it. Not a bad choice for a last-minute, fake boyfriend.

“I don’t fucking believe this.” Zach shook his head and you could see that he wanted to say something, but there was nothing for him to say and he set his gaze in your direction. “You… you…”

“I’m sorry, Zach.” You stood up, but he backed up and went in the opposite direction. As soon as he was gone, you turned to Miche. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” He checked his phone and sat back down in his booth. “That was your boyfriend?”

“Yeah. It’s taken a lot to actually break up with him.”

“I can tell.”

“Can I get you a coffee or something?” You offered. “For your help.”

“Sure.” He stood up. “I’ve had quite a bit while waiting, but I could use some more.”

“What are you waiting for?”

“Blind date.” You gestured for you to walk towards the counter first. “I don’t think she’s showing up though.”

“Aw, I’m sorry. How long have you been waiting?”

“About three hours.” She shrugged as if it were nothing.

“Three hours!?” Your eyes went wide and your mouth dropped open which made him laugh lightly. “Why don’t you just go home and tell her to maybe try another time?”

“Eh, I don’t have anything else to do.” He didn’t actually even seem bothered by the fact that he was most likely being stood up. Maybe he didn’t realize it. “It’s actually kind of nice that you came over. That was fun.”

“Fun?”

“Yeah, I’ve never been asked to help anyone with a break up.” He flashed you that smile again and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“I’m glad I could provide you some entertainment.” You nodded as you both stepped up to the counter and the barista asked what you wanted.

“What are you drinking?” You turned to him.

“Whatever you like.”

“You want me to pick a drink for you?”

“This is my third drink this morning.” He rubbed the scruff on his chin as he looked at the menu board and back to you. “It honestly doesn’t matter what I get.”

“Okay. Um… flat white with oat milk.” You told the barista and she nodded, typing in the order. Something caught your eye and your gaze moved up to him, seeing that he was smiling. “Is that okay?”

“It’s my favorite.”

“You don’t have to lie.”

“Really. It’s my favorite.” There was something about that smile that had a heat reaching your cheeks until you heard someone yelling your name. Both you and Miche turned to see Zach standing a couple feet away, with shaking fists while taking deep breaths.

“Well fuck.” You sighed. You really didn’t expect the breakup to be easy, but you didn’t think it would be this complicated.

“I can’t be without you.” He complained, walking closer to you.

“Zach, we’re done. Seriously. It wasn’t working out.”

“I need you, baby.”

“Just like you needed all those other women?” You didn’t want to bring this up because Zach constantly denied cheating on you even though you had irrefutable proof. “Look Zach, I’m done. Please just go.”

“I know you still love me.”

“I don’t.” You tried to ignore him as you got more annoyed.

“You’re lying to me.” He pointed. “He’s not even your type.”

“Oh my gosh.” You grabbed the collar of Miche’s shirt and pulled him down into a kiss. It hadn’t even crossed your mind that one, you should have asked him first, and two, how amazing kissing him would be. Your body leaned into his slightly as your lips melted against his and his hands were resting on the counter, but quickly moved to your hips before you pulled away. His eyes stayed closed for a moment before they opened and where you thought his smile was stunning, it was nothing like his eyes. “See, we’re in love.”

“Anyone can kiss someone.” Zach complained, not even really all that annoyed that you had just kissed another man in front of him.

“Seriously Zach! You need to stop.” You turned to look at him.

“Is he going to kiss me too because I have a girlfriend.” Miche asked, turning your face back to him by placing his hands on your chin.

“You do?” You stepped back, nervous that you potentially ruined his relationship by kissing him.

“I thought you were my girlfriend.” He whispered, standing up straight and grabbing your hand.

“I am.” You remembered. “Right. I am.”

“Right.” He nodded and you both faced Zach.

“What is happening?” Zach narrowed his eyes at you, still not quite believing.

“She’s my girlfriend.” Miche gave a dopey grin, kissing the back of your hand as one last selling point.

“You are going to have to leave, Zach.”

“Fuck all of you!” He yelled before walking away.

“God, seriously.” You groaned and looked to Miche. “I’m sorry. This became a way bigger mess than I thought it would be.”

“I don’t mind at all.” He laughed.

“Feeling like a superhero?” You laughed and he smiled with a nod.

Surprisingly, the barista was waiting to finish your order and after telling her your drink order, you went back to the booth. Not even a minute later, the drinks were ready and Miche got up to get them while you took the opportunity to look out the window, wondering if his blond date was going to show up. As bad as it was, you were hoping she wouldn’t.

“Hey bitch.” A voice said and you really had no idea why you turned when you heard it because your name was definitely not ‘bitch’, but the familiar voice had you turning around. Before you could say anything, a full pitcher of cold water was being thrown on you and Zach dropped it, running off to outside of the café, getting in his car and driving off. Miche came back with the drinks and his mouth dropped open.

“What the hell happened?” He quickly ran back to get some napkins to wipe off as much of the water as he could, but you were soaked.

“Zach happened.” You explained. “Though I think he might actually be gone this time.”

“Well, that’s a relief. Are you okay?”

“Not exactly, but… yeah.” You nodded, thinking that since Zach had left, you were actually done with dealing with him. “Yeah. I’m soaked, but I’m okay.”

“At least he’s gone.” Miche agreed, swiping the ice from the table and onto the tray before it melted.

“That’s the only positive thing so far.” You stood up, trying to help him get any that might have fallen on the seat.

“I can see a couple other good things.” His hand rested on your waist and he pulled you back so he could wipe the booth down instead.

“What do you mean? No good can come from this.” You complained, shaking out your soaked shirt, thankful it wasn’t white because that would have really been the icing on the cake.

“Maybe from your perspective.” Miche laughed as he took off his flannel shirt and wrapped it around you. It was an unfamiliar scent, but it was good and warm and you wondered if this was how a hug from him would feel. “Can I take you home?”

“My… m—my home?” You stuttered out.

“I promise I will leave when you ask.” He held his hand up in promise.

“Okay.” You nodded. “Thanks.”

[BACK TO PRESENT]

“All that you proved is that you lied.” You sat up from the bed and moved to the bathroom, ready to shower.

“How did I lie?” He followed, taking off his shirt like he was going to join you. Obviously, he was going to join you and you weren’t going to complain.

“You said you would leave.” You stepped into the shower and waited for him. “You never left.”

“I don’t remember you ever asking me to leave.” He moved inside the shower and closed the door behind him.

“I guess you have a point.” You laughed and Miche grabbed your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss.

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[littlerequiem]

Drabble Month, Day 23: Sweater ˚⁎⁺ Miche x GN!Reader

CONTENT — Fluff, inspired by a line from the 2005 Pride and Prejudice movie. Written for @thedrabblecollective as part of the AOT Vets Drabble Month. Divider by @cafekitsune.

“Your hands are cold.”

Miche holds onto your icy fingers, his lips pressed into a taut line.

You shiver, goosebumps darting beneath your clothes; clearly, you didn’t dress warmly enough for this weather.

“No need to suffer needlessly, baby. C’mon here.”

Miche tugs you close, enveloping you into a warm hug. Your hands find purchase in his sweater, which smells just like him. Pine, cinnamon - home.

“What am I gonna do with you?” he chastises. “You’re not going to survive our trip to the mountains at this rate.”

“Gimme a break. I’ll buy gloves.”

“Oh, I’ll make sure you do.”

[chaotic-on-main]

Your sparring post w/ levi finished me off 😭 would u ever consider doing similar stuff for Miche? I love the idea of sparring with him n havin to deploy some seductive techniques to distract him except u actually really like him n it works

Sparring 2.0 | CanonAU Drabble

☾ Pairings ➼ Miche Zacharius x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fighting, sexual tension, established-ish relationship?, suggestive themes?

☾ A/N ➼ HI! Okay sorry this took so long, I've had the worst bout of reverse imposter syndrome?? Idk if that's even a thing, I just know it was very disorienting to bring up Levi and NOT write about him haha. But I really enjoyed this as a writing exercise, it really brought me out of my comfort zone. The worst thing about how little time we got with Miche is how we don't have a lot to go on with his character. So with that said, this is kind of how I see him and I hope that's okay!!

☾ Word Count ➼ ~1.1k

The mid-afternoon sun bares down on your already sun-kissed face while you watch your boyfriend get his ass kicked by Captain Levi from the fence separating the barracks and training grounds. Miche Zacharius towered over Levi by a good foot and then some, so you couldn't help but laugh out loud when Levi slams Miche into the ground with an arm pinned behind him.

"Are they at it again?" Nanaba leans against the fence next to you, staring into the pit with an amused smile.

"Yeah. Ever since Levi took his place as 'Humanity's Strongest Soldier'," you use air quotes as you speak, shooting Nanaba a matching smile. "Miche has been trying to prove something."

"Prove what? That he’s shit at fighting?" Her comment makes you snort.

“Oh I'm so telling him you said that." You jokingly chide, bumping into her shoulder affectionately.

"Telling who what?” Miche's sudden voice startles you but you're quick to hide your surprise with a teasing smile. He stands in front of you with only the fence separating you two. With his height compared to you, he makes the perfect sun-shield.

"Nothing. Are you two done?" You look around him to see an empty pit, no captain in sight.

"Levi said he needed to make sure his squad cleaned the stables correctly." Miche says as he pulls up the bottom of his shirt to dab at the sweat that drips down his face. You can't keep your gaze from sliding down his toned abs and blonde happy trail as he does so. "Nanaba, did you get those reports on my desk yet?” He drops his shirt much to your dismay.

"On my way to do that now, Sir." She smirks as she gives a half-assed salute then turns and leaves. When she's gone, you look back up to Miche with a cheeky grin.

"How do you get your squad to listen to you right away?” You arch an eyebrow at him.

“They know I’ll kick their ass if they don’t.” His response makes you chuckle.

“Nanaba didn’t seem too terrified of you.” He gives you a lopsided grin before sliding his fingers down your face then under your chin, tilting it up to face him better with your chin now trapped between his thumb and forefinger. He leans down as if to kiss you but stops abruptly, his face hovering right above yours.

"Hmm. Are you?" He traces your bottom lip with his thumb as he eyes your most likely dazed face. His expression is hard to read.

"Should I be?" You swallow hard. He only hums and leans in more.

Miche was never this forward, and by the time you realize his true purpose, it was too late. He grabs you by the waist and wrist then flips you over him into the pit. You've always been known for your agility so you were able to land without issue. The issue was the fact that your 6'4" boyfriend came barreling down at you the second you did.

"Miche, what the-" You barely duck out of the way in time. A rush of wind hits your face from a missed punch. It wasn't as fast as you'd expect from him, which you were grateful for. You jump back to give yourself some space but he fills it just as quickly, putting himself in an offensive stance. You only have time to cross your arms in front of your chest before his knee makes contact. A dull pain makes its way up your arms.

Throwing your whole weight back, you backflip out of the way and feel your feet kick something. Good. If you could just get a little more distance… but it seems like Miche knows your fighting style inside and out because he doesn’t give you a chance to think. He throws up another punch in which you counter it with your forearm, using this moment to pull your knee up into his groin.

As always, he expects it and moves a leg back to avoid your strike. With one swift motion, he grabs your thigh and pulls up which knocks you off balance and you hit the ground with a slam. You’re gasping for air when he pulls himself on top of you and pins your wrists above your head with his knees on both sides of your right leg.

“Ready to give up, yet?” He grumbles down at you.

“H-” You attempt to move an arm and notice there’s quite a bit of give. “Hardly. Why are you going so easy on me?” You quip back, a smirk tugging at your lips. His body shakes above you as he laughs.

“That’s not what you said last nig-” You lean forward to close the distance and lock your lips onto his, cutting him off mid-sentence. He’s so taken aback by the sudden movement, but you feel him relax which is exactly what you were hoping for.

As quickly as possible, you pull your arms out of his grips. This causes an imbalance in his stance, which you were happy to take advantage of. You wrap your legs around him and twist to the side at the same time that you use your hands to push him. He falls without resistance. When you both land, he’s now flat on his back with you straddling his chest with your full weight. You pin his arms to the side and smile down at him innocently.

“Are you sure you’re humanity’s second strongest? We might have to move you down the list.” You chuckle down at him.

“To my defense, I just sparred with Levi.” He grumbles back.

“And yet you still picked a fight… and lost.”

“Okay, okay. Yes, you win. This time.” You lean down to kiss him again, this time with no ulterior motive. After a moment, you break away and sigh. Looking down, you see dirt and dust caking your once pristine civilian clothes.

“Now I need to go clean up. I was headed into town before you decided to beat me up.” With that, you gently pull yourself off Miche and offer a hand for him to help himself up with. He just wipes at the dust on his uniform with his hands, grunting back in response. Turning to leave, you yell over your shoulder as you walk away, “You could help with that, if you want.” A quick pair of footsteps falling in behind you makes you laugh as you lead the way back to the barracks.

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[postwarlevi]

As the light of a new day peeks through the window, you yawn and blink open your eyes. Smiling you turn to your partner, only to frown instead, finding the bed empty.

Odd, it isn't like you to sleep past him. What time is it anyway?

Just as you turn again to look at the clock you hear shuffling from the hallway and soon he steps into the doorway of the bedroom.

"Morning!" You say cheerfully, removing the blanket, going to get out of bed.

Apparently that is not the plan though, because with his eyes still closed he makes his way to his side of the bed and falls in with a groan.

He is not a morning person.

You smile and shimmy back into bed, stroking his cheek.

"I just had to use the bathroom." He mumbles, sounding like he never woke up.

"Well now that you're awake, I'll go make you breakfast." You say, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

Before you can even turn a strong arm gets hold of you, and you are not going anywhere.

With a tiny laugh you try to pull out of his grip around your body. "Come on now."

He shakes his head and furrows his brow. "No." And his hold tightens.

"No? You don't want breakfast?" You ask softly, kissing his nose playfully.

You don't even get a response, his breathing steadying as he tries to fall back to sleep quickly.

You let out a contented sigh, looking at your lovers relaxed facial features and feeling his body language.

"You can sleep, it's okay, I'll do something else in the meantime until you're ready to get up." You don't mind letting him sleep.

"Just stay." Is his final answer, and with that he tucks you further into his body, assuring you will not be going anywhere.

With a soft chuckle, you don't fight it anymore and snuggle into his chest.

"Okay love, you win." You close your eyes and are soon lulled to sleep by his beating heart.

A tiny smile appears on his lips as you both sleep the morning away.

You both agree that any time you get to spend in each others arms, is something you'd always look forward to.

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A thank you to @charlotteplsdosth for this reversal idea, I hope it's a bit of a comeback, however small :)