#VAMPIRE LEVI NEVER ESCAPES MY MIND

[nofacedpoet]

Ch 29: Vampire

Because the mission had been prolonged due to questioning from the many MPs and officers regarding the incident that occurred hours ago, it was already sunset by time the streets fell silent. Levi made the decision that they were to stay the night in the Capitol before making leave and they settled inside of an old abandoned building that once served as an emergency base and shelter for local soldiers.

Due to the valiant efforts by the Special Ops Squad, the mission was a success and the wagon had successfully exited Wall Sina.

What was concealed within the wagon remains a mystery, and more so, the reasoning for the efforts by the opposing squad; all of which were declared deceased on the scene, except for one in which was declared MIA—Kenny Ackerman.

***

Blue, purple, and orange flames weaved within each other through the large fire. Embers broke off and ignited into the air like a million fire flies. One of the larger embers gracefully danced toward Armin. His eyes followed as it passed across his face and fell into his palm that laid lifelessly in his lap. 

The ember sizzled into his numb skin and he watched its color slowly fade as it died, its bright orange glow fading into eternal ash. His eyes shrunk as he smeared its remains across his sweaty palm with a single finger. 

BANG! His eyes widened at the sound of a gun shot echoing through his head and his hands began to tremble…

***

BANG! Ava’s eardrums erupted, causing her to fully wake from this state of fainting. A loud ringing followed after and her eyes shot open. The first thing she noticed were three bodies that laid across from her. The second thing was the small red puddles underneath their bodies that diffused into one giant one. 

A thin stream escaped and hastily headed in her direction, pointing blame and reminding her of the inevitable guilt that she could never run from. Her boots separated and she watched it drift between them, passing under her, and into her shadow of a person that she couldn’t recognize.

A cloud of confusion flooded her mind as her memory from the last few seconds completely vanished.

Did I…she glanced at the rattling rifle in her trembling hands with question. I don’t remember… She glanced up and noticed a bullet hole straight through two men’s heads. Eren grunted as he pushed one of them off and sat up. His expression fell into distraught as he glanced towards Ava’s direction.

“Eren,” Ava was still trying to understand. “What—” a heavy pant came from behind her and she slowly turned around. 

Armin stood a few feet back as he held a rifle that was still smoking. It slowly slipped from his grip and he collapsed to his knees. His eyes widened with terror as he stared into his palms as if they weren’t his own. And he screamed a loud and painful cry that would echo through the streets for a moment, but through their minds for eternity.

***

“What are you doing out here?” a familiar voice asked. 

“Huh?” Armin glanced up. Eren sat at a wooden bench to his left, one of the four that laid around the fire. He gripped onto the edges of a soft white blanket that completely shielded his head and body. 

“It’s freezing out here,” Eren glanced down at Armin’s hands that were held out in an awkward position. He noticed a black mark across his palm before Armin quickly flipped his hands over on his knees. Eren moved his gaze back up to Armin’s eyes, which looked slightly frantic. 

“You should be resting,” Armin tried to calm his light panting. 

“I could say the same for you.” 

“Yeah well,” Armin swallowed. “I wasn’t shot.”

“The bastard on that rooftop hardly got me. It barely even scraped my arm.”

A desolate shadow cast over Armin’s eyes and he moved his gaze back to the fire, but not even its bursting flames could ignite a light within them. His fingers clutched onto his knees but the tremble in his hands was still far too obvious.

“Are you cold?” Eren gestured one of his arms outward and opened the blanket cave that he hid inside.

Armin glanced at him for a moment. His entire body felt aflame with the layer of sweat that beaded over—even with the single bit of clothing he wore in this cold night—a thin long sleeve T-shirt. 

“Sure,” Armin sat beside him and pulled his half of the blanket over. “Thanks.”

Eren scooted closer to him until their legs touched and Armin slightly flinched. Eren moved his leg away. “Sorry—”

“No,” Armin quickly moved his leg over to where it laid against Eren’s. “It’s fine. Sorry. I don’t know why I’m so squirmish.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t mind giving you some space,” Eren was nearly about to stand. 

“No, really,” Armin meant to grab Eren’s arm but incidentally clutched onto his thigh. Eren sat up straight with wide eyes. “Sorry,” Armin snatched his hand back. “I didn’t mean to—”

“No,” Eren huffed a nervous laugh as his cheeks grew incredibly red. “It’s fine. I don’t know why I’m so squirmish either.” 

He and Armin glanced at each other with an awkward smile. “Heh,” Armin turned toward the fire across and his smile quickly dropped. If he wasn’t showering in sweat before, he was sure swimming in it now. He wiped his forehead to clear any obvious indications as he felt Eren’s stare from the side. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah—fine,” Armin leaned over and covered his mouth like he was about to puke. “It’s just—” a light pant stole the words from him. “I—uh,” he tried to swallow to clear his sudden dried throat. 

“Hey,” Eren gently laid his hand over his shoulder. 

“I just,” Armin’s eyes blurred with tears and he sounded like he was choking with how hard he attempted to hold it back. But he just couldn’t anymore. Everything suddenly poured out like a flood gate that had been snapped by the waves of a tsunami. “I a-almost lost y-you—” the words themselves shattered his insides and he began to sob uncontrollably. 

“Armin,” Eren grabbed him and Armin immediately fell into his chest as he clutched onto the back of Eren’s shirt with one hand and onto the back of his hair with the other. Eren tightened his arms around Armin as he gently held the back of his head. 

“I n-nearly lost i-it when I thought—w-when I thought—oh god,” the agony in his voice was like a knife being twisted in Eren’s chest. 

“It’s okay,” Eren laid the side of his cheek against Armin’s head and his eyes watered. “You’re not losing me.”

“P-promise?” Armin whimpered as he slightly broke away to glance up at him. 

“Promise,” Eren whispered as he freed one of his hands to wipe Armin’s cheek. 

“S-sorry. I got your shirt wet.” 

Eren smiled from the corner of his mouth. “It’s alright.”

Armin fell back into his arms and rested his head on his chest as he listened to his heart beat, a sound he yearned to hear forever. They stayed in this position for awhile longer, in silence, with only the crackling fire. It was a few minutes later when Eren glanced down at him that he’d realized he’d already fallen asleep. 

***

Ava stared into a single crooked ceiling tile above as a nearby lantern cast its yellow light unto it. She attempted to focus on only that and not the tall walls that towered over and caved in like her collapsing lungs that suffocated her. It seemed like this large vacant room could never be spacious enough. She tried to grasp a deep breath, but as before, she failed to tread above the water and her grueling sigh echoed.

I’m nothing like them, she thought to herself. While they’re real scout soldiers, sacrificing their lives for humanity, for exploration of the world, to end the titans…I’m just a poser. The tile above began to blur with her tears. I never gave a damn about any of those things. Because I’m selfish. I only joined for one reason…

A warmth spread across her cheeks as she thought of a memory—She and Valentine laying on the ground near the cabin, pointing to the sky above. 

I could’ve stayed there forever…but that world just wasn’t big enough for you, was it? That’s alright. I’d run through fire to follow after you…I’d do anything as long as you were next to me… She raised her hand toward the ceiling and stared through the cracks between her fingers. It was always me and you…But things are changing quickly. I feel it. I feel it all slipping through my hand, her fingers fell weak and slowly bent like a decaying flower. 

I serve no purpose for any of you anymore. Eren nearly died because of me today, Armin lost a part of himself because I couldn’t pull a trigger, and now…you…But if I serve no purpose for any of you at all, what am I even doing here? Maybe…I’m just better off—

The front doors slammed open and she quickly wiped her tears and glanced up to see Eren stumbling inside as he struggled to hold Armin on his back. Armin’s arms loosely dangled around Eren’s neck and down his chest and his head gently tucked into Eren’s neck as he drooled. The entire sight of it all made Ava laugh a bit.

“How is he so small and still this heavy?” Eren grunted as he attempted to kneel down without dropping him.

“Hm,” Ava smiled. “Is Valentine still out there?”

“No,” Eren gently lowered Armin on the sleeping bag and began to zip it up. “It was just me and Armin.”

Ava gazed the room and noticed the only two people missing were Valentine and Captain Levi.

***

“Ah!” The last sleeping bag in Valentine’s hand slipped from her grip as she stumbled back and nearly fell from ramming straight into Levi. His hands quickly clutched onto her and their eyes locked with the same mortifying glance.

They’d both been avoiding each other all day and said as little as two words—a subtle moment as everyone cleaned and patched up their wounds:

Levi and Valentine nearly reached for the same roll of bandages before she pulled her hand back and said, “you go ahead.”

“Take ‘em,” he nodded and they both stared at one another for way too long that even the others began to notice. He wanted dearly to ask her in that moment how was the wound that she got only due to his own negligence. And she wanted so badly to ask how he was, not that he had even a scratch on him, but his mood seemed rather somber after the mission even after it was a major success. And he kept doing that thing again where she’d catch him glancing at her like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t. 

And now, after all that effort to avoid each other, they were forced to confront one another.

The first thought that crossed Valentine’s mind was, Damn it, I wish I could’ve fixed my hair a little better before seeing him. But it did make her feel a little better that his hair was also still drenched from his shower and split sporadically into different directions. It was still dripping from the edges and onto his long sleeve grey T-shirt, which looked even more damp itself like he hadn’t even completely dried before putting it on. It pressed against his skin and made his muscles even more visible, especially in his chest. A light blush appeared across her cheeks and her eyes quickly shot back up to his. 

It wasn’t until Levi’s eyes widened and his teeth clenched of embarrassment that she realized that his hands were clutching onto her waist and she was clutching onto his forearms. 

“S-sorry,” her fingers quickly unclenched from him just as fast as his released from her waist. “Clumsy,” an awkward smile stretched across her face. 

“Yeah,” Levi kneeled down to pick up the sleeping bag. “I can see that.”

“I was talking about you—” she cut off as he stood and his eyes were back at her level. His stoic stare was the most expressionless thing yet it was still intimidating for some reason. “Heh, I’m kidding.” 

His eyes didn’t blink once for the entire duration he stared back into hers. He didn’t even seem to breathe in that entire moment. “I know,” he finally said as he gestured the sleeping bag towards her. 

“Oh—uh,” she fiddled her fingers. “That’s yours. Mines already up there.”

“I don’t need it.”

“What—why not?”

“I’m not sleeping tonight. I’ll be keeping watch.” His hand still gestured the sleeping bag towards her. 

“We’re in like the safest part of the walls. What could possibly happen?”

His eyes subtly glanced at the wound on her neck, then he glanced to the side. “I don’t sleep much anyway. So it won’t make much of a difference.” He leaned over to toss the bag back into the closet behind her and his body just barely brushed up against hers. 

She took the opportunity to sneak one last peak at his muscles that shown through his drenched shirt just right before he stepped back and glanced at her. 

“How is it?” he asked stoically. 

Her eyes widened as she blushed. “W-what?” 

“The wound,” he glanced to the side as he mumbled, “idiot,” but his tone was rather innocuous than his usual brusque. 

“Oh,” her hand laid over it. “Fine. It’s just a scratch.”

He glanced at her and though it was with his usual boring expression, she felt as if he knew she was lying. Thankfully, it was covered with a bandage—

“Let me see it,” he ordered. 

“What? You want me to take the bandage off?”

“Yes.” That was the first time this entire conversation that he held no hesitation or long pause before responding. She panicked.

“It’s really not that big of—”

“Am I going to have to take it off for you?” 

Her eyes widened. Only he could make such disputatious words sound so benign. He still carried such an assertiveness, but there was a fondness to it. It was extremely off putting and confused her.

“Well?”

She knew that he meant it. He’d do it. “Alright, alright. Fine.” Her finger nails pinched at the corner of the bandage and her eyes squinted as she slowly peeled it back. “See. Nothing,” she rushed to seal it back over but he beat her to it. 

She gasped at his sudden grip on her face and neck. He was firm, but not rough, as his fingertips held the bottom of her jaw and the back of her neck as he leaned in to get a better glance at it. She could feel the calluses on his palm against her cheek and the strength of his muscles pressed against her body. 

His warm and calm breath lightly trickled down her neck, dispersing an alien feeling throughout her entire body. A warm chill sprinkled across every centimeter of her skin, sending her body into a sweat. Her breath became short and heavy as her heart rate rapidly increased.

Levi leaned in closer and his eyes shrunk at the two-inch wide slit across her neck. The flesh inside of it was visible and raw. The outer skin throbbed a painful purple-red with crusted bits of dried blood along the edge. 

“Just a scratch, my ass,” his voice tickled her ear and only accentuated everything she was already feeling.

“For a germaphobe,” more air than words escaped her lips as she struggled to speak through her heavy and short breath. “You sure are into it—” he pulled his head back and glanced at her. Her eyes shot open as she rushed to compose herself. GULP! “I mean—what are you—like some vampire?” The words stumbled from her lips so quickly.

He looked into her one hazel and one white ghostly eye with a stern stare that made it a difficult for her to translate his thoughts.

“Well, that’d be rather fatuous of you”—he leaned in closer—“allowing me this close, wouldn’t you think?” His wet hair dripped onto her chest and her gaze fell gentle unto him. 

“It could’ve been worse if you hadn’t shown up,” her tone was so delicate and his eyes widened at her sudden rash thought. “So, thank you, Levi.” His name was the most delicate part of her words. It left her gentle lips like velvet and he could almost taste it.

He gently released his grip on her. “Yeah, well,” his hands stuffed into his pockets as his gaze met with the floor. “I would’ve done that for anyone.”

“I know that,” she grabbed for the bandage that desperately hung by the edge and patched it back over the wound. She stared into the curtain of wet hair that laid over his eyes. “It just seems like you’re always getting stuck saving me.” He could tell by the way she said it that she was smiling. 

His gaze returned to her and his eyes softened. “Yeah,” his tone was rather relaxed for the first time this entire conversation. “You’re really starting to become a pain in my ass.” 

A blush clouded over her cheeks and a small smile appeared from the corner of her mouth. “Sorry,” she whispered. 

He glanced to the side as his hands fidgeted in his pockets. “It’s late…you should probably get some rest.”

“Oh, yeah,” she fiddled her fingers. “…Night then…” she turned to walk away and glanced at him one last time, hoping to get another glance at his eyes, but it never came. It was right as she turned around that he took one last glance at her, before returning his gaze to the floor.

Valentine’s steps echoed through the long hallway and Ava grinded her teeth as they grew further away. A small slit of faint light cut across Ava’s eye as she glared into the back of Levi’s head from the crack of a door on the opposite side. The longer she stared, the more burning acid diffused throughout her stomach and fumed into her skin like an explosive battery.

As the door shut behind Valentine, it sounded as if a second door shut from the other end and Levi glanced over. “Huh?” 

But no one was there…

[hrh-the-royals]

Part 4

Transcript:

Najwa: It all seems to be going well. Abeni: Well, we made it through dinner because of some carefully crafted seating placements. The real test is this reception after. Najwa: So far so good at least, though, I did spot Ashina ducking off after her sister a bit ago. Abeni: Not worried? Najwa: Not really but I have someone keeping an ear out. Abeni: My wife, the one who thinks ahead. Najwa: I try, now, it's time to mingle even more with the guest.

Marie: You can feel the tension in the room right? Gustavo: It's a little awkward but things have been going well, all things considered. Marie: True, I thought the vampires and werewolf's would cause a little trouble Gustavo: Hmm, my bet would be on Levi and his brother. They both have fiery tempers. Gustavo: Anyway, should we dance? It is a night to relax after-all.

Ashina: I wanted a moment to speak to you. Louve: And you can see I'm not interested in speaking. In fact, I've been pretty clear on the fact that I don't want to speak you. No need to follow me. I escaped to this study for a reason. Ashina: Still, you have a nephew now and I do too, things can change. Our kids can know each other. Louve: They can change. Leave your husband, leave your kid. Return to the Kingdom in a quiet silence. Ashina: You know I would never. And they're good people. The King- Louve: I want you gone. This is an official event. Have some decorum. Don't cause a scene, the perfect Princess would understand that right? Ashina: I just wanted to tr- Louve: Stop trying. Stop trying and go away. You made your choice. I've made mine. Make peace with it. I don't want or need this you. I want my sister. You took her away. Let me enjoy my first big event as Crown Princess in peace Ashina: ….I never…I never wanted this. Louve: I don't care about your regrets. I don't care about what you wanted. If you say you love me, please honor my request and never speak to me again. Don't reach out again. Live with the choices you made, like I am.

Noelle: This is a little awkward huh? Well, a lot of awkward. Miliana: You were always a blunt one. I did find it refreshing, even if I couldn't admit that around the others. Noelle: I can admit, I never saw the reason for dancing around words and subjects. Miliana: It has it's perks. For this one though, you're approach works best for right now. It is awkward. Terribly, awkward. Levi has been silent the entire night. I feel the tension. And I'm sorry for the way things happened. Noelle: See? Being blunt can be a little liberating. And don't worry. I'm sure we were all able to see that I didn't mind giving as good as I got. Noelle: No offensive but unless you have some certain long-term con, you're way to passive to push against that tide. Miliana: A part of me does agree with you and another part part of me is still a bit offended. Noelle: It is what it is. I didn't plan on this…the whole Crown Princess thing but I did think we'd take a step back or leave. Miliana: You can't rat me out but you look good in that crown. And you have the spirit to carry it. Noelle: Lips are sealed. I have an idea, why not make it a fun night? You can go back to properly hating with the gals tomorrow. Say I bullied you into a conversation. Miliana: Well…one front page wouldn't be so bad.

[loveackermannn]

a/n; WOOO VAMPIRE LEVI cause he's hot and him as your vampire bf? yes please.

no warnings!! just vampire levi being a househusband in the late hours of the night :,)

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vampire!levi would clean your living space when you're sleeping. it's never a surprise to you whenever you'd wake up to faint clanking of pots or featherlight footsteps roaming around your cottage. to anyone else, it could've been mistaken as an intruder, but you knew it was just levi who had been lurking through in subtle silence – no one could ever be as quiet as him.

he's swift and calculated with his stealth (and it's a bonus that he has your entire place mapped out from the entrance to the floorboards – he's just that good). he'll make sure everything is polished and dusted by the break of dawn so you won't have to worry about a thing the moment you wake up. and when he's done by 2 am, he'll carefully insert himself next to you, quietly and slowly as to not stir your slumber. he'll wrap his strong arms right around you to ensure you won't be squirming through the rest of the night. he'll make sure that you have a refilled glass of water on your night stand as well as a few books he's picked out for you while he was away for a few days.

he likes to spoil you like this, he thinks you deserve it and so much more. if he could pull down the universe and collect every star and speck in the sky, he would so do that for you. you are his world.

while wrapped up in his arms, he would whisper the sweet nothings of his deepest truths for only you to hear and no one else. even if you were drifted off somewhere into dreamland, he knew you had heard some capacity of it from the way your lips slightly curved upward and your body shuffling closer to his chest.

"ill gut out any man who tries to take you away from me. you're mine as i am yours."

"you're safe with me always, my sweet."

"i love you."

[poorlyyy]

Wild Puppy

Alucard x Female!Reader

Request: “heya! I know you're in the mood to write for levi but i’m so sorry, I am an alucard (hellsing) simp, so maybe some alucard headcanons again where him and the reader are playfully fighting? If it's possible of course. I think I'm the only one that requests him haha. I hope you're well though.”

Word Count: 1k

The task seemed easy enough.

A simple sparring exercise between the Hellsing soldiers. Oddly enough, even though your job required you to fight undead monsters, Seras still deemed it necessary to learn hand-to-hand combat.

You didn’t mind, in fact it gave you a chance to show these boys what you’re made of. Some of the soldiers were freshly hired mercenaries, they leader was a bit of a flirt but seemed nice enough.

They didn’t seem all too keen of Seras’ training schedule, arguing if they ever got that close to a vampire they’d be dead in a second.

Which admittedly isn’t wrong, but it’s important to be ready for anything. He was even more annoying when he explained that he didn’t want to be partnered with you specifically.

“What’s wrong Bernadotte? Scared you’re going to get beat by a girl.” Your elementary school teasing was targeted at his fragile ego, and he took the bait without a seconds hesitation.

“Quoi?! I was going to go easy on you, but forget it!” He always slips into French whenever he was upset, it was kind of cute.

But anytime you feel a slight attraction towards Pip he has to go and ruin it. He lunges at you catching you off guard, and slams you on you back.

He stands above you looking smug, “Sorry, ma chérie. I tried to warn-ah!”

You cut him off by sweeping his feet, making him land hard on his back.

“What was that, ma chérie?”

He huffs and gets back to his feet. Without another word he lunges at you once again. This time your ready for him.

Grabbing his wrist, you twist it behind his back and sweep his feet once again. He falls forward, your body weight pushing him down faster.

With him successfully pinned beneath you, his squad laughed and points at their esteemed captain.

After struggling for a few seconds he finally gives up and taps out. Jumping up you hold your hand out for him to take, helping him sit up.

“Very impressive, for a human.” A deep voice echoed behind you, you don’t need to look to know who it is.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime, vampire?” Alucard chuckles, you turn to see him phase throw the wall.

“Why don’t you try fighting a real enemy.”

Pip mutters something in french but didn’t stand up to the vampire.

“You’re hardly an enemy, Alucard.” He grin widens as you take a step closer. “More like a wild puppy.”

His grin falters, red eyes glaring holes into your soul. No matter how long you’ve known Alucard, that stare always shakes you to the core.

Putting your hands up defensively, you tried to calm him down. “I’m kidding! You know I’m just playing with you.”

“Then show me what you got.” He extends hand as if asking you to dance.

Never one to turn down a challenge, you bend your knees slightly getting into stance. “You’re on.”

He grins once again, and you run towards him. Fist clenched you go straight for his face, you land the hit. His nose cracks and blood flows from his nostrils. There’s no hint of pain on his face, he just laughs obnoxiously.

“Good. Very good!” His praise is a rarity to receive, so you can’t help the swell of pride that fills your chest.

“Now it’s my turn.” His nose cracks back into place and the room is shrouded in darkness.

Hundreds of eyes open across the blackness, all bloody and looking straight at you. Tendrils emerge from beneath you, wrapping around your ankles, throwing you off balance.

Falling backwards, you’re surprised when the ground softens your fall. Darkness beneath you acting as a cushion.

The tendril pulls you forward, towards the direction where Alucard once stood. A mass forms from the darkness of the wall, you can make out the outline of Alucard’s hair. Once you were close enough one of his real eyes open, staring at you. Even without a mouth you could tell by the squint in his eye that he was grinning.

Panic sets in once his arm manifest, near his half formed head, and reach out to you.

Kicking at the tendril around your ankle, you attempt to escape. His eyes only squint harder and laughter fills the void around you.

More arms form around you and soon you’re pulled within grabbing range. Immediately you knew what he was planning.

His gloved fingers attack your sides, pulling cries of laughter from your chest. He is relentless as you struggle to curl up into a ball, his grasp on your ankle prevents you from running.

The torture is too much to bear, laughing so hard that you’re on the verge of tears.

“Fine!” You yell throw your laughter, “You win!”

Immediately he releases you, arms falling back into the darkness. You groan and fall flat on your back, arms folded across your chest.

The tendril releases your ankle and you sit up, still struggling to catch your breath while glaring at him.

Alucard’s forms his top half from the wall, smirking down at you. Soon the darkness falls away, sucked back into the bastard himself.

Everyone looks at you two, both confused and scared.

“What the hell just happened.” One of the mercenaries asked, “Everything was dark, and these voices and-“ He trailed off muttering to himself.

“Great job, Alucard. You scared the poor man.” You scold the bloodsucker, not surprised when you only got a chuckle in response.

“Alright, uh...good practice everyone! See you all tomorrow!” Seras claps her hand trying to maintain any positive energy. They all make a noise of acknowledgment and practically run out of the room, most likely to get as far from the red giant as possible.

“You’re awful, you know that?”

“Oh? Am I?” He teased, leaning down to meet your eye level.

You reach out and cup his cheeks in both hands, noticing the soft look in his eyes as he melts into your touch.

“Aw Alucard,” you coo, thumb stroking his cheek. “I’m telling Integra you ruined training!”

Before he could react you were running out the room. The warmth of your skin greatly missed, a nice contrast to his cold dead skin.

But he’d rather not be scolded tonight, he decides as he phases through the wall, racing you to his masters study.

[gnocchighoul]

The boys (+undateables?) reactions when they discover MC is actually a vampire?

....so I’m a dingus and didn’t realize that this was also for the undateables and just wrote it for the brothers, my bad 😅 Part two maybe? 👀

WARNING: as this is about vampires, it’s a little bit morbid. I strayed away from being too graphic, but y’know. Vampires. There’s death and blood and such. 

Enjoy! :D

~

Lucifer

In hindsight, he really should have figured it out on his own.

But it’s not like he’s been around enough humans lately to know what Normal human behavior is. 

So he just kinda took your... quirks at face value.

So what if you’re far too comfortable with the Devildom’s constant state of nighttime? Solomon doesn’t seem to mind it either, so maybe humans are just more nocturnal now.

And perhaps your Very Strong aversion to garlic is a little odd, but Mammon wouldn't eat it either for the first 600 years of his life, so it’s not that weird.

You’re also not phased by constantly being surrounded by demons and monsters, which is a little strange, but maybe you’re just like the ancient greeks. A monster fucker.

You feeling right at home in the Devildom is auspicious for the exchange program, so he doesn’t bother dwelling on it.

Though maybe he does find it a little bit weird when you really insist that he start drinking cranberry juice.

(It’s just for health benefits of course, totally has nothing to do with you prepping your next meal)

So what, you may ask, triggers his big lightbulb moment?

You fall off the roof.

And you just get right back up.

Now he knows that humans aren’t supposed to be THAT durable, so he stops you from scaling the side of the fucking house with your bare hands, and very eloquently asks you, “What the fuck?” 

You shake him off. “What? Mammon and I are playing roof-ball.” 

Lucifer stares. “You fell. I saw how hard you hit the ground. You should be dead.”

You laugh. “Dead? Just from a little fall like that? Are you serio-ohhh wait. You don’t know, do you?” 

You give him your biggest, cheesiest grin and—oh. 

Fangs.

...And now he understands why you want him to drink cranberry juice.

Mammon

You are, by far, the weirdest human he’s ever met. 

Which is saying something, because Solomon is literally just a few blocks away.

Seriously, despite camping out in your room nearly every single night, Mammon has never seen you sleep, he’s pretty fucking sure that sometimes you don’t even breathe, you won’t step foot into the House of Lamentation unless someone invites you in, and who the hell hates garlic that much?? 

But you’ve also expressed your intense dislike for crosses, so he supposes that you’re not unredeemable. 

Just weird.

But it’s incredibly annoying how you wont sleep. Your tossin’ and turnin’ is killing him, why the fuck can’t you just settle down? You need to just put your DDD down and sleep already, dammit.

He sits up, ready to tear you a new one—and pauses. 

“Um,” his voice is high, somewhat uncertain, and your eyes snap over to look at him. “Why are you looking at coffins for sale?” 

You sigh, a bit wistfully. “I just can’t stand sleeping in a bed anymore. I didn’t want to be rude, so I really did try, but it's been a couple hundred years since I last had one and it’s just murder on my back. I think I’m gonna just have to get a coffin. They’re so much more comfortable.” 

Briefly, Mammon considers running. 

Instead, he says, “What the fuck?” 

You quirk an eyebrow at him. “You do know I’m a vampire, right?” 

...What the fuck—

Mammon lays back down—crosses his arms over his chest with a huff and pretends that he isn’t totally freaked the fuck out. “‘Course I do, don’t be stupid. Now go to sleep already.” 

So that he can escape before you try to eat him.

“Mammon,” you sing, leaning over the bed to loom over him. He swallows hard—can’t look away from your sharp, toothy grin. 

You coo, “I can hear the scared little pitter patter of your heart, darling.”

He squeaks.

Levi

Honestly, Levi is so so happy to have another irl friend who’s into video games that he looks past your strangeness.

You like to stay indoors and play games!! That’s something he has in common with you that his brothers don’t, and that’s all that matters!

...Though he does find it a little weird how sometimes you just kinda sniff him. 

The first dozen times he nearly had a heart attack, and when he asked why you were doing it, he Really wasn't expecting you to shrug and say “I dunno, you just smell tasty” 

Seriously. Tasty? Are you Beel or something, what’s that supposed to mean?!

He’s not entirely sure why you’re a bit of a shut in gamer though, because despite your, ah, quirks, you’re still so much cooler than he is, so what’s the deal with that?

When he asks, you just shrug and say, “Old habits die hard, I guess. Real sunshine hurts, but virtual doesn’t, so I just got kinda used to living through games and staying indoors.”

“Oh.” Levi’s a bit surprised, but sympathetic. “So, you sunburn easily?” 

He’s not entirely sure why you’re laughing now, since that wasn’t a joke. He was just trying to be friendly :(

But then you hug him and he’s too flustered to be offended anymore jndcks

So, when does it finally click for Levi that you’re a vampire?

You guys are having a game night in his room.

He accidentally takes a sip of your caprisun and realizes, very quickly, that it is not the refreshing juice of a caprisun pouch.

He throws up a little bit.

And screams.

And maybe blacks out for a few seconds.

But when he finally calms down and lets you explain, he’s pretty damn enchanted, because this is just like Help, My Roommate Is A Vampire And I Didn’t Know Until A Vampire-Hunter Mistook Me For Them And Attacked Me!! :D 

Satan

Satan considers himself to be somewhat of a detective, y’know. His brain is just filled to the brim with Big Smarts

Naturally, he puts that jelly thicc thought tank of his to good use and realizes very quickly that you aren’t totally human. 

At first, he isn’t totally sure what you are.

And then a coffin gets delivered to the house, which upon seeing you cheer “Oh sweet, my new bed!!” aaaand he puts the pieces together.

You become somewhat of a case study to him. You’re the first vampire he’s ever encountered and he just wants to know everything and anything about your life.

He’s so intrigued by you.

But you frustrate him SO much.

He wants to know about how you were turned!! It’s not like he has any other vampires that he can ask about their experience!! And you fucking tell him a different story every day!!

“A cat jumped over my deceased body!”

“I was stabbed and the wound wasn’t treated with boiling water!” 

“On a dark and stormy night, I came across a palace and the owner, a hospitable gentleman, let me take refuge there. But then, I quickly realized that I was actually a hostage, and when I tried to escape, that fucker turned me!”

“Nobody put an obolus in my mouth to pay the toll of the Styx, so Charon the ferryman sent me back! What a great guy.” 

“A chupacabra bit me!”

Needless to say, he considers breaking the wooden leg off one of the dining room chairs and stabbing you with it, but the lecture he would get from Lucifer just isn’t worth the effort. 

He’s gonna pull the truth out of you one of these days.

Asmo

“My my, darling, what sharp teeth you have~” Asmo purrs, lifting a finger to brush against them, doe-eyes wide and curious. “The better to eat me with, hopefully?” 

You smile. “Something like that.”

And you fuckin’ bite his finger.

His scream is fantastic. If you actually draw blood next time, maybe he’ll even shatter the windows! 

He swats your leg sharply with a silk folding fan and cries, “What if you had broken my skin!? Do you have any idea how much time and effort goes into maintaining this soft, supple skin?! What’s wrong with you, you psychopath?”

“Don’t hit me,” you pout, scooting away from him. “I couldn’t help it! You just smell so sweet and I haven’t had any blood in a while, so—”

“Huh?” Asmo blinks, looking a bit confused. Then recovers far too quickly and waggles his eyebrows at you. “Oh, so that’s what you’re into! What a pleasant surprise~” 

You thunk him on the back of the head. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to tease a vampire?”

Asmo’s grin could rival the sun.

“A vampire?! Well why didn’t you say so sooner?” 

He’s already taking off his shirt.

“Get over here already and take a bite out of me~”

Beel

When he finds out that you’re a vampire, his first thought is to worry over if you can eat normal food or not.

He’s very relieved when you tell him that you can, so long as you’ve had enough blood, but that garlic is a very big no-no.

Naturally, you two bond over how both of you never quite feel full. 

It’s not uncommon for the other house members to find you two laying face down on the floor, tummies rumbling, whining about how you’re staaaaarving

You carry around snacks for him, and Beel makes sure that you’ve always got access to blood (whether that means stashing blood bags, letting you feed from him, or a combo of both ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

He’s probably going to be the least weirded out by your ~undead tendencies~

Honestly, he’s a bit relieved by how strong you are. The last thing he ever wants to do is hurt you or see you get hurt, and it gives him peace of mind when he realizes that you’re actually pretty durable!

But it does give him a fucking heart attack the first time he sees you yeet yourself out a second story window to crush poor, poor unassuming Mammon.

He also really loves how your body temperature naturally runs cold. He’s a space heater, you’re an icicle—it just works. Snuggle time is good :)

He totally compares the size of your incisors with his jkdcnkj

He just thinks you’re really neat!!!

But he is very sympathetic about how you cant eat good garlic bread :(

Belphie

Listen.

We all know this emo boy is a vampire fucker, probably even more so than Asmo.

(He read Twilight. He saw all the movies. He had merch.)

(Fuck Edward and Jacob though, he was Team Alice all the way.)

(If he can stay awake long enough, he reads really shitty vampire romance novels.)

He just thinks vampires are hot, okay? He can’t help that his soul longs to be a vampire fucker.

Just accept it into your heart. Belphie already has.

So needless to say, he’s THRILLED when he finds out that you’re a vampire. He tries to play it cool though and pretends that he isn’t immediately trying to jump your bones dfghjkjh

He overheard you telling Satan that you got bitten by a Chupacabra, and they’re known for going after cows right? 

He is a cowboy, y’know, guess you’re just gonna have to go to him now when you’re thirsty, y’know, since you were bitten by a Chupacabra. it just makes sense, really ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(No it doesn’t)

(But let’s be real, are you gonna pass up the chance to snuggle the shit out of him AND get a snack out of it? No. No you’re not.)

(He totally makes you arm wrestle Beel to recreate the “Iconic” twilight scene with Emmett and Bella.)

(When he realizes that you’re strong, he’s gonna make you give him piggyback rides, just like Edward and Bella :) and no he doesn’t care how ridiculous you both look)

[angelanimedesaray]

Wings in the Dark Chapter 11: Rumors

AN:  Ahhh yes...we’ve passed the discovery bump...now...relationship building.

Why not start off with a bang :P  That in my defense, I feel like kind of makes perfect sense, considering animosity with past peers and what their arrangement might look like to outsides...especially outsiders with animosity... O.o

Also, yes, Hange eventually will be incorporated, just give me a bit, I’m slowly incorporating people XD

Characters:  Levi, Vampire!Fem!Reader, Petra, Eld, Gunther, Oluo, Erwin (Mentioned), Various Background Characters

Pairing:  (Eventual) Levi x Reader

Warnings:  Language, Mentions of Sexual Acts, Vicious? Rumors (Couldn’t pick the right word for it, settled with Vicious)

Word Count:  5320

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*Reader’s POV*

While the one on one training with Levi had not been at all what you were expecting when he pretty much ordered you to do it, it ended up being the most profitable training you'd had in a while.  For one, you had someone you could actually spar with, and despite his current status as undefeated among everyone else, he was taking his losses in your matches in stride.  If he lost, he would at least have some critiques in techniques, or what move would have worked better in such and such position.

He seemed to be approaching with the logic of 'just because you have superior strength and speed, doesn't mean you're good,' and was focused on refining talent into skill.

As well as improve and refine his own abilities, perhaps.  What better way than to repeatedly take on you, with your natural talents?  He'd managed to pin you a few times already.  You had the raw strength and speed, but his abilities weren't that far behind, and he had the skill.  He just needed a bit more knowledge on how to fight a vampire despite his disadvantages, and he'd probably be set.

Right now, the two of you were in the middle of a spar, hands flying in a quick back and forth of action and reaction, trying to get in a hit just to be parried, then trying to make that parry work to your advantage.  A punch in towards the chest resulting in the arm getting pushed aside, just for that hand to grab at the arm that had pushed it, to pull and try to throw them off balance, a foot coming in to try and sweep the feet at the same time, resulting in a side step, moving behind to try and put them in a choke hold, just to have them duck under the arm and go for a quick jab between the ribs, abandoned when an elbow came flying through the air to crash where their head was at, the attacking arm raising instead in defense.

These kinds of quick and fluid movements were what made up most of your sparring session, both of you constantly trying to catch the other off guard and gain the upper hand, raw talent with some tempered skill against a skill forged in fire.  Your heart pounded, excitement running unbridled in your veins now that you could have this spar without prying eyes, without having to hide the full extent of what you could do.  Of course, this also let Levi get a better look at the extent of your abilities, but you didn’t pay that part much mind.

Your eyes caught something that wasn’t so much of an opening as it was an opportunity, something you could exploit as a vampire.  Feeding off the thrill coursing through you, you took the opportunity, forcing your arm with your strength past his guard so your hand could grasp the front of his shirt, your other arm grasping somewhere that was much easier to reach as you went low.  Levi realized what was about to happen and tried to shift his weight, to make it more difficult, or perhaps twist himself out of your grip, but you were already lifting him in a throw over your shoulder, taking care to make sure he landed on his back and not his head before you whipped around and attempted to pin him, your knee on his gut, a hand on his chest, your other hand pulled back ready for a finishing strike if this had been real.

Levi froze up underneath you, staring up at you with a hard glint in his eyes that didn’t match his usual defeat.  There was even a spark of fear you hadn’t seen yet during these spars, and he seemed to tense like he was ready for a real life or death struggle.

You were confused for a few moments, breathing coming a little shallower than normal--yes, even a vampire could get tired, the stamina wasn’t limitless--as you held his gaze, trying to figure out what was wrong, the hand raised for ‘attack’ having dropped on instinct to show less of a threat.

Your emotions.  They were unbridled right now, all over the place, and channeled directly to the fight.  Which meant he wasn’t just holding your gaze because he was staring you down.  He had frozen because of your eyes.

You looked away, releasing him and backing up, feeling a rush of shame for giving him a scare like that, that you’d let yourself go that much that you weren’t even keeping control of your appearance.  Maybe during the fight he could forget, even for a moment, but when he was pinned with your eyes glowing red and locked on yours, it was a harsh and alarming reminder of what you really were.

“Sorry,” you murmured, a hand rising to your cheek as you kept your face turned away, waiting until you had a firm hold of yourself again and you were certain that there wouldn’t be so much as a red glint in your eyes when you did face him again.

You really hoped this little slip of yours wasn’t going to cost some of the trust that the two of you seemed to be building between each other with these training sessions.  Maybe not trust specifically, maybe more of rapport, but at the same time, there was far more trust that went into this than you’d realized.  These moments where you beat him, where you had him pinned...the two of you were alone in the woods, if something happened, no one would know, no one would be able to intervene.  And when he lost, for those few moments, he was at your mercy.  He might not be able to do anything if you lost control or simply decided to bite him one of these days.  Yet he continued to carry on the lessons despite that possibility and the level of risk in having these training sessions be private.  Then again, if they weren’t private, you couldn’t exactly train as much as you could now.

“I thought you had control over your bloodlust?” Levi asked sharply as he got to his feet behind you, notes of that distrust you used to hear from him creeping back into his voice.  You hadn’t heard it in a while, since the start of this training, so hearing them creep back in now…

“That wasn’t bloodlust,” you murmured, rubbing softly at your eyes and wishing you had a mirror to make sure the red was gone from them.

“When your eyes are red--” Levi started to argue, but you cut him off, turning to face him again since you were certain you had a clamp on your emotions again.

“That doesn’t just mean bloodlust.  It happens for multiple reasons,” you corrected him, fighting to keep your voice from anger or impatience.  You could understand the confusion, the only times he’d seen your eyes red had been in moments of bloodlust.  Never the other moments.  “Sometimes emotions running rampant can trigger it.  Especially in the middle of a fight, because a vampire’s instincts are already riled in a fight.  I could do it on command, I suppose, if I felt threatened or wanted to threaten--like when a cat’s hackles rise.  It’s not...just bloodlust,” you finished in a murmur, looking away again.

Still, even if it had been a misunderstanding you’d just given Levi quite the scare in that moment.  He might have thought you were a second away from actually ripping his throat out or something similar.

As a way to make it up to him, you decided to take the position of teacher for a moment, while you were both letting the mood cool from that spark towards danger a few moments ago.

"Listen, when you're fighting a vampire, it's not about strength and speed, it's about leverage and making each shot count," you started to say, pushing hair out of your face as you explained semi-nervously in lieu of an apology for giving him a scare like that.  "I'm far from the strongest vampire out there.  Even your strength and speed is only going to get you closer to even footing with them, you'll still have to be smart about it.  Get them off their feet, stun them, go in for what would normally be a kill shot if you're close enough and they're not expecting it.  Even if you know it won't kill them permanently and they'll come back, it will put them down long enough to escape...or find something to properly kill them with."

You didn't know why you decided to suddenly make this a lesson about killing vampires, but here you were, information running out of you like water from the spout.

"And if you're in a really bad spot, and they've already got their teeth in you...make them choke up.  Got for the throat.  Especially right here…" you touched a spot on your upper throat that made you feel strange just touching it with a bit of pressure, and then a little lower, closer to the base of the throat, where some pressure made you feel like you might throw up.  "Or here.  At the very least, it should get their fangs out of you.  But with a vampire, it's all about fighting smarter, not harder--like when you fight someone much larger than yourself."

Levi studied you for a moment, the on guard position he'd been holding draining from his body as he slowly relaxed in front of you, nodding to himself as he made his way back to the center of the clearing that acted as your starting position.

"We're not here to train me.  We're here for you.  Keep a hold of yourself and I won't have to do anything," Levi said, falling into an at the ready stance, hands up in front of him as he waited for you to approach so you could resume your training.

The other half of your personal training with Levi happened the same way every day.  Namely, he had you run the same maneuver at the exact same pace over and over and over again, until it all became muscle memory--pace included.  The theory was that if the pace could be ingrained into your muscle memory, then you wouldn't accidentally execute it too quickly for the gear to keep up when you acted on instinct in the field.  And, just so your abilities could still come into play and help with your execution, the first thing you did with every maneuver was figure out how fast you could pull it off without breaking the gear.  After that, you walked it back a step or two in speed so you didn't strain the gear and wear it out too quickly, but you were still able to pull off the maneuver with startling speed.

While those practices were much of the same, with you doing it over and over under Levi’s supervision and occasionally learning a new move from him at the start so that he was still teaching you, they were arguably more exhaustive than the morning training--at least mentally.  Levi didn't have to do much except observe, so he didn't look remotely bothered while you would look exhausted when you entered the mess hall to eat afterwards.

Since you two would come from the same place, and would usually enter when almost everyone else had received their food, you would end up in the line together, though Levi’s tray always wound up looking different from yours.  Because he was an officer, plus he was actually eating the food while you were strategically picking things you could pawn off on the horses or birds and squirrels later.

"Are you even going to eat half of that?" Levi asked critically.  You both knew you didn't need to eat, so the rations were kind of wasted on you, but you needed to keep up appearances, and what you did eat would help with cravings.

"Most of it is bribes for the horses.  Namely yours.  I think he likes me now, but he might feel betrayed if I don't give him a treat with everyone else," you teased him with a soft smile on your face, tossing an apple up into the air before putting it back where it belonged.

Levi rolled his eyes.  "Stop bribing my horse, he's going to get fat," Levi grumbled, pushing on with his tray.

It was nice that you could tease and joke with him now, even if it was just the brief, lighthearted stuff.  He really was making an effort to be more accepting with you.  When you weren't dragging the vampire stuff front and center, you could almost say he was comfortable around you.

Of course, until something reminded him what you were, or you talked about it, and he was on edge again.  He was going to need much more time to come to terms with the vampire side of you.  There was too much about it that made him uncomfortable and ill at ease.  That wasn’t something he would be able to get over just by spending more time around you--that was going to take some time and reflection of his own.

As you followed behind Levi in the line up, you spaced out slightly, listening in on some of the conversations going on around the mess hall, ranging from sore muscles from training today, to an upcoming shipment of fresh supplies, to how bad the food tasted.  And then, through all the meaningless chit-chat, something caught your attention.

“...definitely sleeping with Captain Levi.”

You paused, centering in on that one conversation, a bad pit in your stomach.

“Are you kidding me?  Captain Levi’s hardly the type.”

“I’m sorry, do you know anything about him?  Nobody really does, other than his irritable attitude and his reputation.  For all you know, he is the type.  And I’ll bet he is.  There’s no way she’s climbed the ranks that fast unless she’s climbed on someone’s dick along the way, I don’t care how skilled she is.”

“That’s foul.”

“It’s true!  There’s advancing because of your skill, and then there’s going from a fresh recruit to part of the elite squad in a couple days, to private lessons with Captain Levi not long after.  We’ve just gotten placed in Squads and barely started training with the squads.  And it’s a position they literally made up so she could be in Levi squad.  That’s beyond favoritism.  I’ll bet you when they come out of those woods every morning all sweaty and flushed and tired, it’s after she’s given him a good fuck to get on his good side.”

“Maybe they’re just sparring--hand to hand lessons…” someone else suggested weakly.

“If it was a spar they could do it on the training grounds like everyone else.  What they’re doing they have to hide.  They get up so early so no one will see what they’re up to, and I’ll bet that means they’re out there for hours.  It’s gotta be one hell of a blowjob she gives, that’s for sure.”

“Hey--what’s that look for?”

You snapped yourself out of the revolted and disturbed focus you’d found yourself in at Levi’s more immediate sounding voice trying to get your attention, eyes focusing on him as, for a moment, you found yourself at a loss of words for what to say to him after hearing...that.

And he had no clue.  Because besides the people /in/ that conversation, you’d been the only one to hear it.

He looked concerned, maybe even worried, his mind probably coming up with a bunch of worst-case-scenarios for what you felt or heard that gave you whatever expression you currently had.

You shook your head, sliding your tray to the side to get him to keep moving or else risk their trays crashing into each other with the contents spilling everywhere.  “I heard something I did not want to hear.  Just keep going,” you said dismissively, trying to brush it off as someone having a roll in the hay in the stables or a quickie in the supply closet--whatever kept him from even getting a hint of what you actually heard.

If it was just your reputation they were trashing, maybe you wouldn’t mind so much--you knew it wasn’t true, that it was as far from the truth as they could get.  What made it really worry you was how it also dug at Levi’s reputation.  Maybe he wouldn’t care, but maybe he would.  You hoped if the rumor reached the rest of Levi’s squad, that they wouldn’t believe it.  They knew Levi better than most people here, surely they’d know it wasn’t true?  But you could also see how that was a rumor that would burn like fire through the ranks.

Behind Levi’s back as he continued down through the line, that worried look lingered in your eyes, wondering if you should do something about the rumor, or just leave it alone.  Normally you would just leave it alone, but this one seemed...insidious to you.  Or at least, you didn’t like the thought of people spreading it further, even if you knew the people that mattered knew better, or might know better.

You ended up breaking away from the line before Levi did, heading for the table that the squad usually sat at and trying to shake off the concerns and worries eating at you in the back of your mind, giving them a shy smile as you took the seat next to Petra.

“So, newbie--private training with the Captain, already?  Someone moves fast,” Oluo said conspiratorially before you could even sit down.

Had they already heard that damn rumor?  Was it already making its way through the ranks and you just hadn’t heard it yet?

“Oluo, don’t be an ass,” Petra scolded him in answer.  “And she’s not much of a newbie anymore.”

“She’s a newbie until she’s been out on a few expeditions, Petra,” Gunther commented.

“Whatever--you’re really getting private lessons with the Captain?  Two a day, from what I hear?” Oluo asked, cutting past the debate over whether or not you were a newbie.

“It would explain where you disappear to in the mornings and just before dinner,” Eld added quietly from where he usually just observed these back and forths between you, Eld, and Petra.

“None of us get one on one training with Captain Levi,” Oluo stressed, leaning forward in his seat.  “How’d you do it?”

At that moment, Levi appeared at the head of the table, setting down his tray with an agitated sigh.  “She needs someone to kick her ass into the dirt every now and then,” Levi said simply in answer to the debate bouncing around you.

Petra turned to look at you with a slightly apologetic look on her face.  “You are pretty infuriating to spar with.”

“So I’ve been told,” you answered, feeling yourself start to relax again as the conversation started to drift into what you considered safer waters.

“Sometimes, I swear you’re letting us win,” Gunther added, clearly agreeing with Petra on that matter.

“Because she is,” Levi said bluntly from the head of the table.  You gave him a sharp look that clearly asked why the fuck was he outing you, but he didn’t even glance in your direction as the rest of the table fell awkwardly silent.  “It’s why she trains with me in the mornings--she needs a tougher opponent.”

You blushed, feeling the attention shifting to you.  “I wouldn’t put it that way,” you muttered under your breath, worried it might come off as Levi suggesting the other four weren’t good enough to spar with her, that they weren’t at her level, that she needed someone who actually presented a challenge.

All of those could be taken rather insultingly, considering you were apparently still new enough to be considered a newbie by most of the squad.

Levi held your gaze from across the table.  “How about next time you spar with them, you don’t hold back and let them see for themselves.”

“Put that effort into sparring with your comrades, and they might learn something.”

The first thing he’d ever tried to teach you, back when he’d first encountered you.

You nodded, deciding not to question his judgement on this.  He knew the other members of the squad better than you did.  And not he was aware of your secret and could properly assess risks.  You were going to trust his judgement on this one, despite your own confusion or reservations.

“Yes, sir,” you said with a nod, turning back to the food in front of you with a slightly thoughtful frown.

*Levi’s POV*

After shooing Y/N away from taking care of the horses like she usually did, Levi was spending some much needed time with his horse, brushing down the black steed’s coat and gently rubbing his neck, forehead, and muzzle--whichever he could reach.

“You’re putting on a bit of weight,” Levi remarked lowly, eyes roaming over his horse’s frame.  “If she’s going to give you so many treats, she could at least make sure you get the exercise to keep from gaining the weight…”

The horse just snorted and tossed his head, settling back down when Levi gave him a disapproving look before Levi continued brushing him, taking a moment to let the sound of the horses moving around and nickering softly in the stables soothe him away from the bustle of the Scout’s headquarters.

The stable door opened, and Levi glanced out the stall to see who it was, half expecting it to be Y/N again and for him to have to shoo her away again so he could have quiet time with his horse.

It was Petra, actually, and she went right by the stall that her horse was kept in and made a beeline for where Levi was standing by the entrance to his horse’s stall.

“Captain, I need to talk to you about something,” she said seriously, a flush of nervousness coloring her cheeks as she came to a stop in front of him.  Levi’s eyebrows rose at her demeanor, but he didn’t say anything, intending for her to continue without further prompting from him.

“There’s a rumor that’s been going around…”

Levi snorted softly, turning back to his horse.  “You know I don’t give a damn about what’s going through the gossip chain for the week.”

“I know, and normally I wouldn’t say anything, but...this one’s pretty bad.  And it’s only getting more out of hand.  And I thought I should give you a warning before someone tries to do something about it.”

That caught his attention.  People throwing rumors around was one thing.  A nasty rumor that could stir people to action, though, that was something that he might want to give a bit of attention to.  And considering Petra was coming to him about it as a warning, it involved him.

“People have been saying that Y/N has been getting her promotions and placements by sleeping with superior officers...namely you, and that it's still going on right now.  Now, the rest of the squad and I don’t believe it, but there are some people who believe it’s true to the point they’re planning on bringing their concerns to Erwin,” Petra told him nervously, the slight shake in her voice getting worse when Levi’s expression darkened considerably.

That was quite an accusation.  And apparently one people were believing enough to try and take action about.  But to think some people would believe he was actually the type to be bought with sexual favors.

Well, actually, he was used to people thinking lowly of him, but this was a line he’d thought it was clear he wasn’t ever going to cross--either falling into the trap of accepting sexual favors in return for promotions, or exploiting someone in a lower position for them.  It was a filthy rumor, and Petra was right, this was one he preferred to have a heads up on so he could do something to shoot them down before they got any further.

This wasn’t a rumor that could be combated with words--no one was going to believe it no matter how insistent Y/N or he got, but maybe, at least for a little while, if it was more out in the open that they were just training, and it was for good reason, maybe it would help abate the rumors.

Maybe letting them go to Erwin was a good idea.  Erwin knew what was actually happening--hell, Levi gave him regular reports on her progress, since the man wanted to keep a close eye on his new asset while he decided how best to use her in the grand scheme of his goals.  Then again, Erwin might have to be forced to investigate anyway, considering the seriousness of the claims, even if they both knew it was just a nasty rumor that had gone too far.  And Levi and Y/N were spending plenty of time alone and out of the public eye where no one knew what could be happening--besides the three who knew exactly what was happening, but their witness wasn’t there, physically.

Petra was watching his reaction in tense anticipation, staring at him as his eyes roamed around at something only he could see, considering his options and how best to handle the situation.  He went back to his horse, giving the almost perfectly shining coat another few brushes before he answered.

“Thank you, Petra.  I’m sure if it does get to Erwin, he’ll know better--he knows what I’ve been training her on and when, so it shouldn’t be much of a problem.  But if it does become one, it’ll blow over,” Levi reassured her, exuding an outward demeanor of calm after deciding on a few minor moves to help dispel the rumors.

*Reader’s POV*

About a week after you had overheard the rumor in the mess hall, and well aware that the rumor was only getting worse, Levi called you into his office to discuss that very rumor.  Apparently, Petra had told him about it, including the lovely fact that there was a group that was going to go to Erwin to have him take action about it like it was possibly true.  Besides letting you know that he knew, the only thing Levi was requesting that they do in order to try and combat some of the rumors, was to move their just-before dinner training with the ODM gear onto the training field so there were witnesses that they were just training, and at least once in the upcoming days, the two of you were going to do your hand to hand training on the training field where there were witnesses to see that you actually did need to train with him for the sparring.

You would, of course, have to refrain from doing something openly vampiric, even though normally during your morning spars you could cut loose, but the two of you sparring and being rather evenly matched would probably be plenty of evidence to show that you had earned your spot on Levi’s squad (Even if the circumstances had been unique).

However, something about him going to these lengths sort of bugged you.  You understood how serious it would become once people took it to Erwin, but at the same time…

“Thank you, Captain Levi, but...you don’t have to do any of this for me just because of some rumors.  I don’t really care what they think of me,” you said hesitantly.  The only people that mattered were the ones that didn’t believe the rumors, from what you were aware.  It was mostly people who had some kind of a grudge against you from the training cadets or simply out of jealousy that were pushing it further than just a rumor and willing to actually believe you and Levi were the kind of people to be doing something like that.

“What makes you think I’m doing this for you?” he asked, possibly a little sharper than he’d intended.

He had a point, though.  This didn’t just hurt your reputation, it could hurt his credibility as well if it made it to the point of a legitimate investigation, whether the two of you were cleared or not.  No one would forget that there had been enough to question him, that he had still been investigated for accepting sexual favors, whether it had been true or not.  You were both in the same boat in this mess.  He didn’t seem like the kind of person to normally care about petty rumors, but this one was going too far.

“Okay then...but on one condition,” you said firmly, sitting up in your seat.  Levi leaned back, studying you for a moment, looking a little confused that you even had a condition for going along with trying to clear your names up even a little from these rumors.  “No matter how the spar goes, you have to be the one to win it when we’re in front of everyone.”

Levi stared you down for several long minutes, the silence almost getting painful as he seemed to be trying to read you, to glean why this was your condition, why you were so insistent about it.  Maybe he was also thinking back to how you’d thrown your first match with him even though you were about to win, and how that one had been in front of everyone...while you had never thrown a fight when it was just the two of you, and you’d even beaten him a few times.

“Why is it so important to you that you lose to me when we’re in front of everyone?” he finally asked.

“The same reason I threw the fight when we met.  You’re Humanity’s Strongest.  I know it might not even matter to you, but it does to me.  I don’t want that title, I don’t deserve it--I’m not even human.  You do--deserve the title, I mean.  I can’t take it, I refuse to, even if it’s bestowed by people who don’t know any better.”  You licked your lips, heaving a soft and somewhat tired sigh.  “That’s why you can’t let me win when it’s not just the two of us.  I can’t even risk the thought entering their minds that you’re not Humanity’s Strongest anymore, because that’s not true.  Not that they’d ever know.”

“I really don’t give a damn about whatever title they want to try and fit me with,” Levi said, his voice surprisingly not betraying anything about what he thought--not yet, anyway.

“But I do.  I hate to sound superficial, but it does matter to me that you stay the one they see as Humanity’s Strongest, and it doesn’t get passed on to me.  So that’s my condition.  You have to win the spar at the end.”

Levi nodded slowly, getting to his feet.  “All right, then.  I’ll win the spar,” he agreed, gesturing for the door.  “I’d invite you to have some tea with all this shit going on, but we probably shouldn’t be spending any more time by ourselves until this whole mess blows over.”

“Of course,” you said, getting to your feet and ready to leave.  You paused by the door, turning to look at him.  “And Captain…”

He looked up from where he was getting his jacket off the chair, looking at you expectantly.

“Thank you.  For training me, and...giving me a chance.  Despite everything,” you said, feeling awkwardness drip into your tone and a blush color your cheeks before you hurriedly left the room, shutting the door before you could see his reaction or he had the chance to answer with a snarky or sharp reply.

Next Chapter---->

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[angel-letters]

snow days

PAIRING: levi ackerman x gender netural reader (can be taken as platonic or romantic)

DISCLAIMER: while not directly stated this story does deal with depression, and i understand that sometimes reading stories such as this one can make your own depression worse, so please feel no obligation to read it. your own mental health should be your priority. it is also important that if you are not feeling well that you reach out those around you, you’re not alone in your battle. there are also curse words, because apparently i can’t go without cursing.

WORD COUNT: 3551

DOLL’S NOTE:  did i project onto this because my own therapy session was cancelled because of the snow and maybe the fact that i just hate the snow in general because it makes me feel crappy? maybe possibly, but what can you expect when i’m supposed to get 4-8 inches when normally we get less than an inch? also, before i got the chance to finish writing this i had to go work and while i was working i was reading the web comic the maid and the vampire, so as i was writing the last part of this i kept thinking of millard, like the feelings i have for that man, oh my. also, once again, a thank you to @setenuma​ for helping me edit this garbage.

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You hated the snow. You hated the way the cold of it seemed to seep deep into your bones, how it made your limbs feel like lead, and turned your fingers blue. But most of all you hated the burden of memories and feelings that flooded into your mind with each new snow fall.

You still kept up with your duties, completing training drills and paperwork the way you had always done. Appearing perfectly fine and normal to those in the regiment that did not know you as well, but to those that did they noticed plenty the sloppiness that took place during training, noticing how you seemed to not care if you put yourself in a position that on an expedition would have gotten you killed. There was also the new found sense of heaviness in the air around you, like you were Atlas, carrying the world on your shoulders.

Slowly as the days turned colder and colder you found yourself distancing yourself from your comrades even more, opting to spend all your free time in your office alone completing paperwork instead of staying in the dining hall with the other high ranking officers and squad leaders, drinking tea and listening to Hange ramble for hours about new experiments and discussing new training exercises.

Most still tried to interact with you, trying to cheer you up, Hange would come and try and drag you off to help with an experiment, Mike would try and hold idle chit-chat with you, and Erwin would ask for your opinions on new formations in hopes of distracting you. However in the end all of them decided that it was best to leave you be and let you come to them when you were readly. Well everyone except one person.

Levi Ackerman.

The man refused to allow you a minute of solitude. Always finding you wherever you hid, two cups of tea in his hands and a stack of paperwork under his arm. Even if no words were spoken between the two of you, for you, however, it was the most calming part of your day, when it seemed that the bombardment of memories and feelings finally slowed down.

You and Levi had always had a special sort of bond, perhaps that’s why being in his presence had such a calming feeling for you. A bond that had developed when you yelled at Flagen for being much too harsh to them and consistently offered all three of the newcomers help whenever they needed it. Helping Isabel learn to tack up her horse, answering all of Furlan’s questions about the world above, and even sneaking a tin of tea leaves to Levi after hearing about his liking of tea from Isabel. Then when Furlan and Isabel were killed you were the one that took their wings of freedom from their jackets to give Levi. It was a small gesture but it’s one that led to you being the closest person to Levi other than Erwin.

-

It was another one of those days where you had hidden yourself away in your office, busy signing and filling out paperwork when your door was opened, not bothering to look up as a familiar voice rang out into the room.

“Get your ass up brat, Erwins called an emergency meeting for some shitty reason,” the raven haired man grumbled, arms crossed as he leaned his back and right foot up against the door frame, staring across the room at you with steely grey eyes.

He was worried about you, yes, though he would never admit it out loud. Throughout all his time as a scout you had been one of the most consistent people he had ever met. You weren’t the cheeriest person around, but then again not many people in the scouts were (though it wasn’t without reason), but you had a kind soul and a warm smile that helped calm down even the most distressed soldier. The only problem with you was that you were secretive when it came to your own feelings. You would offer an ear and advice to any soldier that asked, but never did you let yourself show vulnerability, instead you hide yourself away until you can put a brave face on and Levi hated it. After everything that the two of you had gone through he felt like you knew more about him then he did you and he had tried everything to get you to open up to him. Asking Erwin to move your squad closer to his in the formations so that two of you could ride together, mixing most of your training exercise together, preparing tea for the two of you during late nights. He had placed himself within nearly every part of your schedule and you in his, but no matter how many inside jokes and late nights it still felt like you had a wall up that you refused to let down, even around him.

Placing the paper you had just finished on a stack to your right you placed the pen in your hand down as you stood up from your desk, and silently joined the shorter man at the door. A feeling like a knife went through Levi’s heart as you said nothing when before you would have come up with some sort of snarky remark to his jab. Instead of saying anything however he pushed himself off of the door frame and started down the hall, with you by his side, to Erwin’s office.

-

You sat at a large wooden table with the other senior officers. Erwin, as the commander, sat at the head of the table discussing the plans for the latest expedition outside of the walls, Mike sat to your left, Hange to your right (being loud as always), and Levi was directly across from you staring at you once again with those steely grey eyes of his. Normally you would have returned his gaze with one of your own, raising a brow and maybe throwing in a wink to make him roll his eyes and turn his gaze back to Erwin, but today you opted to turn your gaze downwards. Glancing at the papers in front of you attempted to read them, though you knew it was pointless, no matter how many times you read them over you never retained any of the information, similar to know matter how hard you tried to listen to what was being said you never seemed to be able to properly comprehend what was being said. It was frustrating to say the least.

“According to the weather experiments that Hange has been performing it appears that there will be a massive storm arriving within the next couple of days. That is why, after careful consideration, it has been decided that should a storm take place that all troops will be given the day, and following days off as it will be near impossible for any training to take place,” It was the last of Erwin’s announcements and though the blond spoke like he doubted the storm would take place, everyone knew that while often extravagant, Hange’s experiments often worked, with their weather experiments becoming fairly accurate in predicting the weather. So with the idea of maybe getting a little more sleep, and being able to escape your mind just a little, in a couple days you left the room with the others, returning to your office.

-

The storm that Hange had predicted did happen, starting with low howls of wind late in the night, as clouds burden with snow covered the sky, sending large flakes of snow down onto the earth. By the time that the sun had risen the next morning, though the winds had not calmed by much and the snow was still falling, large drifts of snow had formed around the scouts headquarters. With the lower ranked soldiers being informed of the day off, most stayed in the mesh hall, playing games of chess and idly chatting, while senior officers went to their offices, attempting to catch up with overdue paperwork now that they had a day not filled with training drills. You however were a different story.

You had woken up just as the sun was rising to be greeted with frosted window panes, and a chill that seemed to speed in from the outside, numbing your body even with the fire that was still going in the fireplace. The fatigue that was filling your mind also did not help the chill that had crept into your body, making you want nothing more than to sleep, and perhaps you could. Erwin had said that when the storm blows in they would all be given the day off, so perhaps, just once, you could give into your mind and just sleep. Yes a part of you screamed that no matter how bad you feel, no matter how hard it is to bury everything you’re feeling, you need to get up, go and eat breakfast and do your work. But the thought of food had your stomach in a knot and the thought of paperwork brought back the image of fog whenever you had been working the past days. So before you could tell yourself no you sank back into your bed and pulled the blanket up and over your head and went back to sleep.

-

Levi was in a panicked mood to say the least, though it did not appear so if anyone were to comment. He had waited for over an hour for you to appear in the mesh hall, and when you hadn’t he had merely shrugged it off as a day that you weren’t hungry (he’ll bring some bread alongside the tea he normally brings later), but slowly as the day went on and as he continually went back and forth between all of the places you went to be alone and his own office, you were nowhere to be found. He had checked the library, Mike, Hange, and Erwin’s offices, the storage closet on the east wing, he had even braved the cold weather and checked the stables. So now with just one place left, if he didn’t find you he was going to raise a high alarm, after all it was already late into the afternoon and not one person had seen you all day, if that wasn’t a reason to worry or panic then he didn’t know what was.

Arriving in front of the room that had you shared with Hange (though it was more of just your room as they tended to sleep in their lab), he tried the handle, finding it unlocked (thankfully he didn’t have to kick the damn thing down, he let himself into the room. Shivering slightly as he walked in, automatically noticing the dying fire in the fireplace, however he quickly turned his gaze to the bundle of blankets on the bed. Pushing the door shut with his hand he quickly turned the lock before he walked slowly towards the bed. Reaching his hand out to grab the blanket, he hesitated, was this the right thing to do? Should he bother you like this? But before he could decide to leave (he doubted that in that state you were that you had even noticed him) he remembered something, a promise the two of you had made.

-

The night sky had shone so bright that night, if felt like it was mocking him, with each night since their passing not even a cloud crossed the night sky. He may have chosen not to regret anything that happened, chosen to follow the man he had been sent to kill, but that didn’t mean grief did not find its way into his heart. As his mind clouded, silent tears falling down his cheeks, the sound of a cup being placed next to him startled him. Jumping to his feet, his hand reaching for the knife in his pocket, he was surprised to find you there, laughing softly as you held a cup out to him. Eyeing you suspiciously he glanced between the cup and you.

“It’s not poisoned if that’s what you’re thinking, I would drink it to prove it to you, but as much of a clean freak you are I don’t think you would appreciate that now would you?” Rolling his eyes he sat back down, (in the same spot he had sat every night he had come up here with Furlan and Isabel) taking the cup gratefully, though still eyeing you as you rested you arms on the way, now holding your own up between your hands, eyes aimed towards the sky.

He couldn’t help but wonder why you went through all the trouble, why you’ve gone out of your way since he first arrived, to try and befriend him (if that’s what you were trying). Even after knowing he had joined the scouts to kill one of your own friends, you had still cared enough to hand him the bloody wings of freedom that had belonged to Furlan and Isabel, and every day you made sure to greet him when passing by, or even dragging him off to train with your squad, because (and he could quote it), ‘Flagen’s an ass and you won’t learn anything from him’. Now even, you had sought him out in the middle of the night, when he was at his lowest, to offer him a cup of tea. Why, what were you gaining from this? Most everyone else still treated him like an outsider, so why were you so kind?

“You’re wondering why aren’t you? Why am I so kind to you?” you mused softly, speaking his thoughts out loud for him. Looking his way, you met eyes briefly before he turned his gaze away, silently answering your own questions. Another small laugh escaped you as he avoided your gaze.

“There’s no reason, if you must know, no reason other than I don’t think that you should be alone after everything that happened.” He scoffed at that, causing you to laugh once more, humans were selfish creatures, that much was true, so you had to have a reason, something that you wanted, but for the time being he would indulge you, you were rather calming to be around (and not just his curiosity getting the better of him). So he sat silently, occasionally speaking up, as you talked about random things to fill the silence. The two of you stayed like that for several hours into the night, and it wasn’t until you both were finally heading to bed to get the few hours of sleep that you could before you would be required to be up and training, did he ask what the both of you knew had been on his mind all night long.

 “What do you get out of this, what do you want in return? And don’t say nothing, everyone wants something.” You smiled softly nodding as you thought carefully.

“I really do want nothing, but if it satisfies you, I’m doing what I would want someone to do for me if I were in your shoes, so why don’t we say that what I want in return is for someone to kick me in the ass if I ever appear to lose hope in everything, okay? Does that work as an answer for you?”

Though shock coursed through his body, he rolled his eyes, letting out yet another scoff among thousands that he had made during the night, muttering, “I suppose that works.”

“Great, then it's a deal. I keep annoying you and in return if I ever get mopey and depressed I expect you to kick me in my ass and tell me to get over it,” you said, laughing all the while.

-

‘If I ever get mopey and depressed I expect you to kick me in my ass and tell me to get over it.’ That was what you said, so while you may end up being momentarily pissed at him for what he was about to do, you could only blame yourself, after all you were the one who said he could do it.

Grabbing the blanket with both hands he gave a hard tug as he pulled it off of you, shaking you awake. As the sudden cold hit your body and light flooded your face, blinding you, you blinked your eyes quickly, trying to adjust to the sudden light while giving Levi a look of, ‘what the hell are you doing?’

“You look like shit,” Levi said once you met his eyes, and it was true. Your hair was a mess, your eyes bloodshot and swollen, tear streaks running down your face, your skin looked duller than normal, but those were not the things that shocked Levi. The look of absolute defeat, of brokenness shook him to his core, never had he seen you look so small and helpless, causing him to yell at himself mentally for not realizing how badly your mental health had become. 

“Yeah, yeah, now what do you want,” you eyed the blanket that he had ripped away from you longingly, but made no move to try and take it back, your arms felt too heavy to move, pushing yourself to sit was hard enough.

“I’m here to get your lazy ass up, seeing as you decided to sleep all day.” You raised your eyebrows, glancing to look at the window, to see that long shadows had started creeping across the land outside of your window, the sun would be setting soon.

Sighing, Levi draped the blanket over the headboard, reaching a hand out to gently grasp your chin to turn your gaze back to him, “What’s wrong brat?”

“Nothings wrong, I just decided to sleep all day. What's wrong with that.” While you still denied it, one look, however, he could tell it was a lie. From the way your eyes watered and refused to look at any part of him, knowing that you would cave if you looked directly at him and not wanting to burden him with your own memories and feelings, he already dealt with more than his fair share.

“Don’t lie to me. And if I must remind you, you gave me special permission to beat your ass if you ever got like this.”

“I-,” you finally met his eyes, seeing for the first time the amount of worry that shone behind them, “fine,” you mumbled, slipping out of his grasp and resting your back against the wall, staring at your hands as you gathered you thoughts, trying to find a place to start. Slipping his boots off Levi joined you on the bed, resting against the headboard, arms crossed as he waited patiently.

Once your thoughts had been gathered you started speaking, telling the story of all the people you could never save. Your fellow cadets that had graduated from the same cadet corps as you, joining you as a scout (there had only been five of you who had joined that year), all of whom had died during their first expedition, leaving you alone. Of fellow squad mates that were killed saving you, fresh new cadets that you were given to train that never made it through their first expedition. The guilt you felt from not being there to save Furlan and Isabel. The screams of mothers when told that their child was dead and never returning home. Then finally, as your voice became shaky and tears had filled your eyes until you could no longer see clearly, you told him of your siblings. Of the snowstorm that rolled through your hometown, of the argument you had with your parents, how you had left right before the storm had it, leaving for a friends house, and how your younger siblings had gone out in the storm to search for you only to not be seen again until spring, about the blame your parents had placed on you, and the blame you placed on yourself. You told him everything as he sat silent, watching as your highest wall crumbled and fell to the ground.

He had known you were a kind soul, but he had never realized just how kind you were, how much you cared for people, and how much you blame yourself for not saving people who could not be saved. Stepping out of his comfort zone you reached his arms out, wrapping tightly around your torso as he pulled to his chest, whispering soft affirmations, and speaking of all the lives you had saved. And as he held you in his arms, speaking to you and rubbing calming circles on you back as you fell apart before him and sobbed your heart out, you realized something. You weren’t in this alone in any of this pain, there were others all around you who felt the same, friends, strangers, so many people in your own life who had also lost others and shared in the same grief and pain as you. You realized that as long as you reached out to those you cared, you would never be alone.

Wrapping your arms around the dark haired man, between your sobs, you whispered out a small thank you, for caring, and for reaching out.

[nonconstories]

Starting on the last two requests! We check in with Jeremy’s pack (Pack Animus) and how their omega Rose is serving Gage and Sebastian during the full moon. Afterwards, we return to Willow Hill for more sexy gargoyle shenanigans! (BTW, are there any established characters you guys would like to see get plowed by a gargoyle???) These should be done by this weekend, but I’m slogging right now. 

We also have a new commission in the works which I’m really excited about; expect that next weekend if all goes well. 

To show you guys some of the random thoughts I’ve been having, click under the cut for world building details and character facts. 

Stay Liberated!!!

I mentioned several bands in “Teeth and Karma”. Sounds From Detention bills itself as a ska-punk band but in reality, they’re very corporate and closer to poprock that happens to imitate ska. Flying Geology on the other hand, is an actual ska band. Specifically they are “two toned”; a politically minded band with members of multiple races. Princess of Mars is hard rock/metal with a noticeable filk influence. 

Kase is obsessed with music. It is his primary hobby, his biggest passion. He’s been sneaking into concerts since he was 13 and has A Lot Of Opinions about vinyl verses CD verses cassette tape. He prefers hard rock, grunge, most subgenres of ska, and certain types of country rock. He has a love-hate relationship with nu-metal and has also recently admitted he likes art pop. 

Kase is a visual artist working primarily with acrylic paints and oil pastels (though he does enjoy charcoal sometimes) and generates income for his pack by creating album art, poster designs, and merch for various bands. 

Jill is a musician. She plays the harp, citole, oud, portative organ, and a type of small, square frame drum whose name escapes me. She also embroiders quite well and frequently puts flowers, stars, clouds, and swirls onto the hems, collars, and sleeves of her dresses. A couple of years after they get married Jill starts getting orc body art done to embrace her husband’s culture; she also tries to learn orcish instruments and orcish crafts.       

I have several blonde characters and I’m autistic and obsessive so: Alice and Garrick are ash blonde (grey tones, pale yellow, sometimes looks white) EJ is more of a honey blonde (more yellow, a richer and more even color), Pike (if he survives) has more brown in his hair but is def golden toned, and Caelum is straight platinum blonde/white (think Dany on GoT) 

I also have two characters with features described as “bat-like”. The gargoyle in Trespasser and Avix in Check Your Runes Twice. There’s a difference, however! Avix’s nose is more like a FRUIT BAT. A closed nose that is long and broad and rounded. Kinda like a puppy snout or a fox muzzle! (He likes when people rub it). The gargoyle has an INSECT EATER nose. Open with wavy-edged nostrils, like a vampire bat. 

I’m actually very into names and symbolism conveyed through naming. I have rules written out for how my fictional races get named. Orcs use middle english names only. Demons get names of angels, names of demons (in lore), or corruptions of Latin words. Avix’s name is a deliberate misspelling of the Latin word “avis” which means bird. His friend, the genderfluid lust demon is named “Zophiel”, which is a deliberate misspelling of the folk angel Jophiel. 

Even in human characters I put thought into name choices (even for nicknames). Caelum is a Latin name meaning Heaven. Ronan is an Irish name meaning seal. Kase (according to some sources) is a Celtic name meaning vigilante or wakeful. Alice’s name was chosen not for it’s meaning but for its cultural connotations: Alice in Wonderland and Go Ask Alice. Her and her brother’s surname, Darrow, is a reference to the Darrows from Mystery Incorporated: a mystery solving, ghost chasing family from the turn of the 20th century. Levi and Garrick are named after LARP characters I had years ago with my spouse (where I got their appearances too).  

I call the monster from Morsel “Moss” cuz it’s cute. 

Out of Context Facts: A demon cult is directly responsible for EJ and Alice having sex for the first time. Jasper and Alice know each other and are not-terrible almost-friendly terms. 

Questions I Still Need To Answer: Where did Caelum get all this fucking money? What the fuck happened to everybody’s parents? Does Pike survive the bite and what does the pack actually do with him after that? NEVER MIND I FIGURED IT OUT ITS SO GOOD. 

[alloveroliver]

Mammon ⚔ Vampire!MC “Between Us.”

Sip Fics: A Dark Valentines Day Event. 

Thirst Rating: Fluff 💕

Vampire MC AU

Obey Me! Fanfic

"Why are you always here?" Levi entered your bedroom, directing his question to Mammon. 

"Why are YOU always barging into here without knocking???" Mammon quipped back. You blinked away from the TV and watched Levi enter the room, leaving your bedroom door wide open. 

"I was just letting her borrow my game. At least I don't stand around here when she's gone waiting for her to come back,  like a creep." Levi tossed the game case onto your desk. He walked in front of the TV, obstructing the movie you were in the middle of. He placed his hands on his hips and watched you two intently.

"I do not! I only come around when she's here." Mammon shuffled under the blanket you were sharing. 

"And how do you know when she's here if you aren't stalking her?" 

"That's enough, you two. I am right here…” You aimed the remote around Levi and formally paused the movie. "I don't mind if anyone comes to visit me. It's nice not to be alone in this place."

Levi chewed his lip and turned to look at the screen to peek at what you two were watching. "Well, can I stay and finish watching the movie with you guys?"

"Go home, Levi." Mammon threw a pillow, smacking Levi in the chest. 

"Can I stay?" Leviathan looked over at you and pouted. 

"What if I call you when the movie is over, and we can do something on our own?" You tried to level with him.

"Fine… but call me asap! I'll be starting that game tonight.” Levi began to leave, shutting the door behind him.

"And stay out!" Mammon shouted after him. 

"What did you say-"

"Levi, just go! Mammon, shush!" You sighed, exasperated by the two brothers already. 

With a click of the door, you breathed a sigh of relief. "Do you think he noticed?" You squeezed your hand that was laced with Mammon's. 

"Definitely not. Levi is blind to anything he doesn't want to see." Mammon's thumb ran along the back of your hand.

Your hands were clammy against one another's from being held for so long. The warmth of hiding your transgressions under the blanket didn't help either. 

"A-are you really going to hang out with him after this?" Mammon didn't look up at you. Instead, he watched his thumb circle your knuckle.

You shook your head. "It's a wonder you want to keep this a secret." 

You understood why you two didn't want to announce to the world that you had started dating just yet. The whole 'never escaping the devildom now that you're a vampire demon' was still fresh in everyone's mind. Lucifer didn't want word getting out that they let a human become transformed right under their noses.

It was already too much drama for the brothers, adding that one of them was now dating said 'abomination' would be the flame to light the fuse. 

"I can just tell him I'm too tired after our movie and reschedule. Maybe we can all three hangout tomorrow?" You wanted to make sure Mammon knew nothing funny was going on with anyone else without having to reveal your secret. He wasn't massively jealous when you spent time with Levi, just insecure enough to almost let the cat out of the bag.

Mammon had already accidentally called you his girlfriend at breakfast when Levi was teasing him for sitting too close to you. He had to backpedal and spout that you were a friend that just happened to be a girl. Everyone seemed to belive his blunder more than him actually having a girlfriend. Your secret was safe, for now.

He brought your hand up and kissed the back of your fingers. His soft lips lingered while his eyes captured yours. 

"I'm down to hang out tomorrow with you, even if other people will be there." He smiled, and you were reminded why you'd agreed to go on that first date with him all over again. 

"I'm glad." You giggled out as he tugged you closer to him. "It'll be fun!" 

"Of course, it will be! Doing anything with you is fun."

You were glad he felt that way. He had seemed to fall head over heels for you in such a short time. You knew his emotions were nothing but pure admiration.  

"Wanna finish the movie?" You fished the remote from the covers. 

"Actually, yes, I do want to finish it but, I was going to say…" He cleared his throat and turned toward you more in his seat. "I wanted to ask if you were hungry right now?" 

The thought hadn't occurred to you how late it had gotten. This was the second movie you two were on today and you were sure he was getting quite tired. His usual routine was to come to you in the evening to let you feed so that you weren't ravenous the next day. Even if it was just a small taste, it made sure that you staved off your hunger. 

You nodded slightly, and he squared his shoulders. His face went from soft to tense as he whispered an 'okay.' 

You dropped the remote back onto the covers and pulled your laced fingers to your face. Mammon watched with wide eyes as you kissed the back of his hand as a silent thank you. The next kiss was on his wrist below his thumb. You hadn't bitten him here before, but you knew the mark would be easily covered by the jacket he typically wore. 

He took an inhale just as you did, and your teeth pierced his skin. The puncture wounds beaded with fresh lifeblood, and you sighed at the taste. Your stomach went from being okay to feeling like there was an eternal pit as if you hadn't eaten in weeks. You sucked hard on the skin, filling your mouth with large gulps several times. 

Mammon remained quiet for the entire process, making you almost forget about his presence. It wasn't until his free hand came up and twined in your hair. 

"Is that enough?" He asked in hushed tones. His palm moved to cup your cheek while his thumb ran under your eye. He was oddly at ease with all this. Most likely due to all the insane shit demons had to deal with on a regular basis.

You snapped out of it and licked the wound quickly. Growing comfortable with him allowed you to press your boundaries, but you still tried to realize that Mammon had his own. Though he let you feed on him, he never wished to pass out from the experience or worse… You wouldn't let it get that far, you told yourself. You knew when to stop. 

He took a deep breath and let go of your hand. Mammon's arms came up around you, and he hugged you tight. "Don't cry." He nuzzled his nose into your neck.

"What-Oh…" You hadn't realized how emotional the whole experience had made you. You knew, deep down, that if Mammon wasn't there to let you know when to stop, you might have kept going until he wouldn't have been able to say a damn thing. 

You needed to get a hold of yourself and learn the limits of his body before he was nothing more than a shell of his former self. The tears came from how much you cared for him and how you never wanted to harm him in any way. 

You tried to get your tears to stop flowing, but it felt nice to let your fears pour out of you now instead of bottling them up for later. Mammon let you express yourself and never judged you for any of this. It was all out of your hands anyway. 

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Love Bites Ch 13

This is the thirteenth chapter of a modern/vampire AU ereri fanfic. You can also read it on Ao3. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13

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There's sunlight trying to peek through Eren's curtains. A sliver of light that crosses the room and lands in a corner by the door. When was the last time Eren woke up to sunlight? When was the last time he went to sleep before dawn?

He slowly sits up in bed. His fingers are pale—not Levi pale, but pale for him—and stiff. The joints crack when they curl into fists. They ache. Eren's aching. And he's so, so cold.

Green eyes blink down at semi-pale hands for a long moment. His fists just curl and uncurl while Eren’s mind rewinds. He fell into his bed and practically passed out. Before that, he stumbled into his apartment, not even bothering to lock the door behind him. Further back, he remembers driving erratically through the streets and being surprised no cops pulled him over. And before even that, he was at Levi’s place and—

“Eren, I’m in love with you.”

Eren can’t breathe.

Levi—Levi said that to him. Levi said that to him and Eren ran.

No. No. Eren needs to go back and fix this right now. He-he can’t—he can’t let Levi keep thinking—

Can’t let Levi keep thinking… what? If Levi ran after Eren confessed, Eren would think the man didn’t love him back, didn’t feel anything close to it. And Eren… Eren…

What does he feel?

Something close to it, definitely. No, Eren would be certain of his feelings if it weren’t for this vampire bullshit. Because he knows what love feels like, and he feels like he knows it better every day he spends with Levi. But…

But he doesn’t know enough about vampires to know that this isn’t some trick his body is playing on him. Can blood cause attraction to the human it came from? Does his mind, his heart care for Levi, or is his body hooked on Levi’s taste? If vampire feelings can make his body feel like it’s made out of rocks, then why can’t it—

Wait.

Why does Eren feel like a corpse now, if he hasn’t in all the other months since he became a vampire? He thought Levi was rejecting him, and then it all happened at once. His thoughts spiraled, he started internally cursing his existence as an undead monster—

And then his body reacted.

Eren drops his head into his hands, trying to think back. The last time he nearly bit Levi, he was thinking about his feelings, about how much he cared about Levi. He was thinking about how he might be in love. Then, his fangs were at Levi’s neck.

What about the first time? What were they doing?

It was the first time they held each other, the first time they were that close. Eren was admiring Levi up close, and Levi was saying all these sweet things, and then he was leaning into Levi’s neck, trying to bite without thinking.

Eren squeezes his eyes shut.

It was never his body causing his mind to react. It wasn’t the vampire instincts bleeding into his thoughts. It was his feelings causing his body to react. It was the vampire reacting to human feelings inside him. When he wanted Levi, his body tried to mark Levi, to take him. When Eren felt disgusting, when he was acutely aware of his undead constitution, his body brought it into focus.

Eren hisses a sigh through his hands.

“I should’ve just fucking asked.”

Eren raises his head out of his hands, his eyes darting around the room for his phone. He needs to call or text or do something to clear things up. Levi is the last person that deserves to be left in the lurch like this. He needs to fix things, to tell Levi the truth.

He finds his phone on the floor by his bed, and he’s about to hurry and call before he notices he already has a couple of text messages from Levi.

...From about six hours ago.

Eren scrambles to unlock his phone, already preparing a series of apology response texts in his mind, because Levi is probably angry. There’s no way he isn’t angry—

‘Sorry. I overstepped last night. Forget I said anything.’

Eren’s stomach twists. No, no.

‘You seem to be doing alright with larger amounts of blood. We can go back to once a week like we originally planned.’

No, no, no, no please—

‘I’ll ask Erwin to train you to fight. He’s experienced. You’ll learn quickly.’

No, no! Fuck, fuck, fuck—

‘Sorry. Again. Never wanted to make you uncomfortable.’

Eren is out of his bed and halfway across the room. When the sliver of light peeking through his curtains burns his exposed skin, he simply throws on a hat and a jacket before marching out the door.

~ ~ ~

“Huh? Eren, what’re you doing here? Today’s not your day.”

Eren pauses halfway through the doorway to Kuchel’s Kitchen. Furlan and Isabel are both staring at him, wide-eyed. Eren opens his mouth but words abandon him. He came here impulsively. Furlan’s right, it’s not his day, even if Levi hadn’t just texted him to switch to once a week. After all, they just met up yesterday…

Wait.

“And anyway, it’s still bright out," Furlan continues. "Though I guess that’s why you’re dressed like it’s the middle of winter.”

Eren’s eyes flicker between Furlan and Isabel, who are still eyeing him as they drop off orders and pick up dirty plates. They’re not angry? They’re not angry.

Levi didn’t tell them. Did he tell anyone? Is he just stewing somewhere by himself in his misery?

Maybe he just wants to forget all about the incident yesterday, about his feelings, about Eren. Or maybe he just doesn’t want to think about it, at least for a day. In which case, Eren shouldn’t have come. He should’ve waited a day. But he really wants to fix things. But what if Levi doesn’t want to fix things? Fuck, he should’ve thought for a second that the man might have just wanted a moment to breathe—

Would Eren have wanted a moment to breathe or would he have wanted Levi to immediately come running? Fuck, but it’s not like it matters what Eren thinks because he’s not Levi; he doesn’t know what Levi would want—

“Here, Petra’s off today, but I’ll just call him for you anyway,” Isabel says.

Furlan nods at her and focuses on his work again. Eren’s eyes are glued to her, his mind still whirling as he attempts to process what Isabel said. Then she turns, her hands cupped around her mouth, and Eren knows she’s about to call Levi’s name, so he practically lunges at her, covering her mouth with his hands.

And now everyone in the restaurant is staring. The customers are looking up from their steaming dinners and Isabel is squirming, trying to escape his hold. Furlan's looking at him again with a skeptical eyebrow raised. Eren is just grateful that there’s no window or opening between the kitchen and the dining area.

“Sorry,” Eren says, and his voice sounds so loud in his ears. He throws a panicked look in the direction of the door to the kitchen, but nobody appears. “I just—We need to—Can I talk to you?”

She pries his hands away from her mouth, looking at him curiously.

“Okay,” she says slowly. “We can go to the break room—”

“No!” Eren exclaims and now he really is too loud. He glances worriedly over at the kitchen again. “Can we talk outside?”

“You’re acting super weird,” Isabel says, narrowing her green eyes at him, “but sure.”

Eren practically drags Isabel behind him and doesn’t take a full breath until they’re safely outside. He sinks to the floor into a low crouch, his long legs tucking against his chest, one hand dragging slowly across his face and the other hanging limply by his side, his fingertips brushing the sidewalk.

“Eren,” Isabel says, “are you okay?”

“I don’t know. No. I—ugh, fuck.”

He buries his face into his knees. Isabel crouches down in front of him, rocking slightly on the balls of her feet.

“Levi seems off today too,” Isabel says, and the words strike a needle through Eren’s chest. “What happened?”

He peeks over at Isabel over his knees.

“He didn’t tell you anything about yesterday?”

“Levi’s not exactly a talk-about-his-feelings sort of guy, so no.”

Eren squeezes his eyes shut and drops his head onto his knees again. Levi doesn’t talk about his feelings, even to his close friends, but he did yesterday for Eren. He risked something, and Eren ran away—

“Look,” Isabel says, poking the top of Eren’s head. “Why don’t you just tell me what happened? Did Levi do something?”

“No!” Eren exclaims, his head snapping up. “Levi, didn’t—It was me. I… I fucked it up. I fucked everything up.”

“Fucked it up, how?”

Eren’s lips press into a frown and he averts his gaze. Levi really didn’t tell them? Should he be the one saying it if Levi doesn’t want them to know?

Isabel sighs.

“I guess I’d better go ask him myself,” Isabel starts, getting to her feet, and Eren’s eyes grow wide.

“Wait, I’ll tell you, okay?!”

He really needs her advice on what to do before Levi finds out that he’s here.

Isabel grins and drops back into a crouch in front of Eren. Eren sighs, averting his gaze again.

“So, uh, yesterday… Levi kinda…” Eren clears his throat. “He confessed.”

“Confessed?”

“Yeah, you know... Romantically.”

When Isabel gasps, Eren looks over at her with a frown. She grabs him by the shoulders, looking up at him with her eyes shining.

“Levi did? Our Levi? Levi in the kitchen right now? Vampire hunter Levi?”

“What other Levi would I be talking about?” Eren asks.

“Oh my God,” Isabel says, releasing Eren’s shoulders to clasp her hands over her mouth. “And what’d you say?”

Eren flinches.

“See, that’s the thing. I… I didn’t say anything.”

“...Huh?”

Eren squeezes his eyes shut.

“I didn’t say anything. I ran. I ran away.”

Eren’s shoulders tense, and he braces for something, anything. She can yell at him or hit him. He definitely deserves it—

“Ohhh,” Isabel says. “Okay, that makes sense.”

Eren’s eyes pop open.

“I—what?”

“Oh, not the part about you running away,” Isabel says with a dismissive wave of her hand. “That was stupid. You’re literally stupid.”

Eren’s shoulders sag.

“I… Yeah, that’s fair.”

“But that does clear up a lot of stuff that happened today.”

“What do you mean?”

“Mm… Well, the local grouch was in a bit of a mood today. Plates may have been broken, customers yelled at…” Isabel lets out a sigh, rocking backwards on the balls of her feet until she nearly loses her balance. “I should’ve known it had something to do with you.”

Eren drops his head onto his knees again. He fucked things up yesterday, ruined Levi’s day today… And now he just showed up here without warning, and he still hasn’t gone in to apologize because he wanted to stop and get some advice first—

Eren blinks and glances over at Isabel, who’s just watching him.

“Hey,” he says. “You’re not… mad that I did that to Levi?”

“Mad?” she repeats. “Well, I guess I would be, if you weren’t already here to apologize.”

Isabel narrows her eyes at him.

“That is what you’re here for, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, of course! Actually, what I really wanted to ask you is—”

Isabel heaves a loud sigh over Eren’s words, and he stops, pressing his lips into a small frown.

“Man, it was great to see him like that again though. God, I would love to have the aura that Levi has. Just a look, and bam! People trembling at my feet. Reminds me of when I first met him.”

Eren raises his head a little more at that statement, and Isabel’s eyes are practically shining when he meets her gaze.

“You want to know, don’t you?” she whispers, wiggling red eyebrows at Eren. “It’s the story of a lifetime.”

Isabel jumps to her feet, and Eren leans back a little, thoroughly confused by her sudden change in subject. But when he sees her grin, her fingers held up in a little square in front of her eyes like a pretend camera, he finds it a bit hard to interrupt.

“It was ten years ago,” she says, pacing back and forth in front of Eren, her voice low, dramatic, as if she’s narrating a movie. “Little Isabel sits in the corner of the room, her vampire captors still asleep in their beds. Then bang! It’s Furlan, throwing the door open. And Big Bro Levi with a crossbow!”

She makes a gun with her fingers and pulls back an imaginary crossbow string. She's squinting with one eye closed, going “Pow! Pow!” every time she pretends to shoot. She aims a shot over Eren’s head, then behind herself, and even at the door to the restaurant. Eren shakes his head at her, but he’s smiling.

“The vampires are down!” she exclaims, throwing her hands in the air. “But to be safe, Furlan and Levi throw all the curtains open, and the sun makes the vampires start sizzling like a couple of fried eggs.”

Her cheeks puff out and her lips pucker as she tries to make the sizzling sound effects, and Eren laughs, relaxing a little. He drops his crouch lower so that he can sit on the floor, his focus completely on Isabel.

“And then Levi goes up to little Isabel and says…” She pauses with a hand over her chest, clears her throat, and when she speaks again, she’s lowered her pitch to a gravelly tone that immediately has Eren laughing again. “Fear not, small child, for I have arrived to save the day.”

As if inviting Eren into her little show, she bends down, reaching a hand down to him, and Eren is grinning, reaching out to grasp the hand of this pretend “Big Bro Levi,” and—

“What kind of fucking nonsense are you spreading now?”

The illusion shatters and Eren flinches, looking up at Levi. He’s standing in front of the door with his arms crossed over his chest, scowling. For a moment, gray eyes flicker down to Eren, and he opens his mouth to speak. As soon as Eren does, Levi’s gaze shifts to Isabel, and Eren’s mouth falls shut again.

“I was just telling Eren about the day we first met, since you were taking too long,” Isabel says with a grin.

“First, that’s not how it went—”

“That’s how I remember it!”

“Second,” Levi says firmly, “you should be working instead of wasting your time here. I don’t pay you to act like a child.”

“Come on, you should know how I am by now.” Isabel winks at Levi. “When I see something vulnerable hurting, I’ve gotta save it, you know?”

Levi just scoffs.

“And which one of us is that vulnerable thing?”

“Hmm, I wonder…” Isabel walks around Levi to go through the door into the restaurant.

Just before she enters, she looks over at Eren one last time and mouths, good luck. Then the door closes behind her, and it’s just Levi, Eren, and their silence.

Eren clears his throat, and it’s loud. Too loud. Everything feels too loud. His breathing, his clothes rustling as he gets to his feet and stands beside Levi. The sounds of his shoe scuffing the concrete as he fidgets. It’s all so loud.

And Levi is so, so quiet.

“Um—”

“The sun just set.”

Eren blinks.

“What?”

“The sun just set,” Levi says again. “You can take all that off.”

Eren looks up at the darkening sky and then down at himself. He nods in thanks at Levi—not that Levi can see, he’s still not looking at Eren—and peels off all his extra layers. Gloves come off first, then the bucket hat. Then the face mask. The jacket goes next. He balls up all the smaller items and then wraps them in the jacket before tucking the whole bundle under his arm.

Levi’s like a statue. He hasn’t moved.

Eren clears his throat again.

“Uh, Levi?”

Levi’s gaze sliding over to him is the only response he gets.

“Look, I, um… I really… I mean, I’m really, really sorry about… about yesterday.”

Eren’s tongue is large and clumsy in his mouth. He’s struggling to get the words around it. His throat feels tight.

“...You’re sorry,” Levi says after a moment.

“Y-yeah. I—especially because I ran—no, um, especially because of how I feel. Because, uh, I—”

Eren clears his throat again. He tugs at the collar of his shirt. It’s hot. He should’ve practiced or something beforehand. This is… He doesn’t know how he wanted this to go down, but he’s certainly not happy that it’s happening like this.

Levi’s looking away again.

Eren’s hands clench into fists at his sides.

“Levi, the truth is—”

“Eren.”

Eren stops. Levi’s looking even farther away from him now.

“Don’t say it just because I did.” Levi’s voice is cold, harsh. “I don’t need that kind of pity.”

“What? No, Levi, that’s not—”

“I don’t know why you came today,” Levi says, “but I’ve got work to do.”

Eren’s just staring as Levi turns towards the door again. He’s just watching because saying it is so much harder than he expected it to be and even if he does manage it he doesn’t know how he’ll get Levi to believe him, and—no, Levi, please don’t open the door, don’t go!

“The truth is that I don’t know if I love you!” Eren exclaims, and Levi pauses, his hand still on the door handle.

Eren sucks in a shaky breath.

“The truth is that I don’t know what I feel about you. Because I feel a lot of things, all kinds of things, all at once.”

Levi is slowly turning back to face him. Eren takes a step closer.

“The second we met, I felt something when I looked at you. And honestly, my dumb ass was pretty sure it was fear.”

“Eren—”

“And I don’t know when I stopped being nervous around you, but I do know that I look for you when I’m nervous now. I reach for you, I try to grab hold of you. I’m not scared anymore, Levi. Being near you gets rid of my fear. I mean, yeah, sometimes I get anxious, but it’s only because I’m so desperate to keep you with me. I don’t want to mess anything up—”

“Eren—”

“And you—you’re just—you’re there for me, and you say all these things that drive me crazy, and it’s like I’m always, always thinking of you even when I shouldn’t be. I want to impress you, I want you to think of me just as much as I think of you, and fuck, I haven’t even talked about how hot you are yet.”

“Eren, seriously—”

“What I’m trying to say is that if all these things I’m feeling about you are love, then I love you, Levi.”

Eren sucks in air, almost certain that he expended everything in his lungs. Then he looks over at Levi again, who’s just staring at him, gray eyes widened.

“Sorry,” Eren says, “you were going to say something?”

Levi’s mouth falls open and then snaps shut. Then, he just marches straight over to Eren, and for a second, Eren thinks that Levi’s going to beat him up or shove him or something—

Levi grabs Eren by the collar of his shirt and yanks him down.

“You drive me fucking insane,” Levi snaps.

“Wha—after all I said, that’s what you decide to—”

“Eren, shut the fuck up.” Levi tugs him lower, closer. Their noses are brushing. “And if this isn’t what you want then fucking bite me.”

“Wha—”

Eren’s complaints die in his throat when pale lips meet his.

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AOT ~ Survive

Word Count;; 1.2k

Genre;; Fluff

Pairing;; Erwin x Levi x Hanji

Notes;; Published: 2017-07-10

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   “Boo!” The eccentric brunette shouted as she jumped out from behind a tattered curtain.

   “Hanji! Can you not?” Levi hissed between gritted teeth, slapping her arm away as she leaned forward to embrace him.

   “Don't be such a sourpuss!”

   “Shouldn't you leave the jumpscares to the employees?” Erwin smiled down at them both, ushering them forward with a gentle hand on each of their backs.

   They continued through the haunted house, Hanji pouting the entire time. It was their biweekly date night and somehow the new horror attraction was brought up. Promising a night of excitement and fear, Hanji insisted they attend the grand opening. Within moments they were en route, much to Levi’s chagrin. He didn't find it scary, per se, but rather ridiculous. He had trouble refraining from hitting the actors, as his natural instinct was to fight rather than flee. It was wasting a lot of his mental energy to keep himself in check, which led to a much shorter temper than usual.

   Around every few turns, an actor would pop up at the trio. Without fail, Hanji squealed and jumped onto whichever of the two males were closest at the time. They kept trekking through the large establishment, huddling in a small circle as they peered around corners. It wasn't until a Mad Scientist began to trail them that Erwin dropped his small smile in favor of a startled gasp. A pale hand gripped his shoulder and his expression of pure terror was priceless. Neither of his lovers would ever let him live it down.

   They picked up their pace after that incident. Levi sped up to match Erwin’s quick gait, which he was maintaining in order to escape Hanji’s jeers. The corridors felt endless. More and more ghouls, vampires and murderers crossed their path. The blond led them deeper into the house. Soon they found themselves in a room filled with mirrors. There seemed to be no exit and once they stepped inside, the entrance disappeared as well. They stumbled inside, hands gliding across the cold surface of the reflective panels in hope of finding an escape.

   “This is going to prove quite difficult,” Erwin murmured as he sidled forward a few spaces. He stopped once he realised there were mirrors on every side. His face was devoid of emotion as he backtracked to the group. “Or rather impossible.”

   “Don’t be silly, it'll be a blast!” Hanji grinned as she sidestepped around the tall male.

   Her two boyfriends gaped at her as she navigated the maze. They followed behind, eager to escape the nightmare room of reflections. Staring off to his side, Levi glanced into one of the many mirrors. He had the perfect view of both Hanji’s breasts in her v-neck shirt and Erwin’s ass in his tight jeans. The view was captivating. He ceased walking mid-step, unaware of just how close behind the blond was. With no time to slow down, Erwin crashed into the smaller male. Levi toppled forward, slamming into a slab of glass. He cursed under his breath as he rubbed his forehead. Hanji was far enough ahead to avoid the collision, but her snorts echoed throughout the entire room.

   “Babe! Are you okay?” Erwin gasped, kneeling beside the injured man.

   “I'm fine! And don't give me a weird pet name!” Levi snapped.

   “Come on, you two handsome devils! Let's get this over with!” Hanji began to moan in an attempt to recreate an otherworldly sound, shaking each of her fingers in rapid succession. “After all, the end is near!”

   “Your enthusiasm is always appreciated, dear,” Erwin sighed, a weary smile returning to his lips as he looked between the two people he cared for most.

   Erwin decided to carry his boyfriend the rest of the way. Though he protested, Levi soon gave up and let him. No matter how hard or long he argued, Erwin would have won - he always did. When it came to coddling, he was the biggest offender. While Hanji didn't mind that side of him and called him a giant teddy bear because of it, Levi adored it. It felt nice to have someone willing to protect him after spending so many years fending for himself. He'd never admit it, though.

   They soon found themselves outside of the haunted house, free of the torture within. What felt like an eternity within the building had only be two hours. The night was ending and the trio were exhausted, though Hanji claimed to have enough energy to go clubbing for a few more hours. There weren't many people outside as most went straight on to their next destination after finishing the attraction. Erwin held Levi a little closer to his chest to project his warmth onto him. There was a chill in the air and he didn't want him to catch a cold on top of the headache that would be forming within the next few hours. They began to walk home, Hanji a few steps ahead once again. Without warning, she spun around on her feet.

   “Now wasn't that fun?” She exclaimed, hopping in place as she stared between the two.

   “Levi was hurt.”

   “I wasn't,” Levi yawned as he snuggled into Erwin’s chest, “but it still sucked.”

   “Well I'm pretty sure you ran into that mirror just so Erwin would baby you.”

   “I'm pretty sure you're an idiot and I don't know why I fell in love with you.”

   Erwin and Hanji stared at one another, eyes wide as they processed the statement. It was uncharacteristic for Levi to show his emotions or so openly admit his feelings. Erwin checked his temperature and the sight of the injury. Running his hand across his forehead, he frowned. There was already a small bump, as well as some dark red and light blue bruises. Levi had drifted off to sleep during the small but thorough examination. His gentle snores broke the silence of the cool night air.

   “He's being sweet, did Hell freeze over?”

   “He must have a concussion,” Erwin gasped.

   The blond started tapping his face, each strike harder and firmer than the last until Levi’s eyes snapped open. Bewildered, he stared between the two. Within seconds, his signature scowl graced his face. He smacked away Erwin’s hand, which was still waiting mere inches above his cheek to deliver another blow.

   “Thanks, asshole. Wake up the guy with insomnia, why don't you?”

   “Nevermind, he's fine,” Hanji laughed. She skipped over to Erwin’s side. Placing a chaste kiss on the growing mark on Levi's head, she ran her fingers through his silky black hair and beamed. “Hey Erwin, Levi, I love you both. Thank you for coming out with me tonight.”

   “Whatever.”

   “It was our pleasure, honey.”

   “Oh, and Erwin?” Hanji smiled as she held onto his muscular bicep. She gave him her best puppy dog eyes and willed a slight blush to tint her cheeks. Erwin knew what she was doing, well aware of all of her tricks after so many years of being together. He nodded down at her. With what she hoped was a cute and irresistible pout, she asked the question that had been burning on her mind for the last half an hour. “Will you carry me too?”

   Erwin sighed before lowering himself to his knees, “Come on, sweetie, get on.”

[bazzybelle]

Carry On Countdown - Day One

Notes: I am so stressed out posting this! It’s my first tumblr fic (I’ve got two already on AO3), and I’m so nervous. I am also so excited to be doing this, but I won’t be completing all the prompts. 

Attempting to post this at work, during my lunch break. I got this idea when listening to The Sounds’ “Midnight Sun”. The lyrics are beautiful (Give this band a listen, they’re amazing). Takes place in the future after the events in Wayward Son. Huge thanks to @carryonsimoncarryonbaz for the Beta read. 

I will also be posting this on AO3, either later on today, or after the Carry On Countdown is done. 

Day 1 Prompt: Sun/Moon

Title: Midnight Sun

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I will be coming with you. Tonight, you’re all that I want; You’re all I have; You’re all I need. 

SIMON

“Baz? Where are we going exactly?”

“You really need to learn to trust me, Snow.”

Baz grasps my hand firmly in his own. He’s leading me down a winding path. I’m starting to become impatient with our little journey. It seems like we have been walking for hours. The uncertainty coupled with the darkness of midnight would normally make me nervous. However, every time I’m with Baz, I feel safe. He makes me feel safe.

We’re walking along a footpath in the Kent Downs. We had decided, a week ago, to take a small holiday away from London. It’s been a little over a year since our previous “holiday” (depending on your definition of holiday – it was more like a bloody nightmare) in America. A year since we almost lost each other. A year since I begrudgingly decided to go back to therapy.

It hasn’t been easy. Going back to therapy. There were moments where I wanted to give up. Actually, they occurred more often than not. The demon of self-doubt perched on my shoulder was, at times, much louder than the spirit of perseverance. Days where the demon was especially loud were the days where Baz and I would get into a row. They were never particularly bad ones, just a lot of frustration from either side. Baz, from not knowing what to do to help; Me, with myself, for falling into the familiar toxic thought patterns. Those days, I’d look at Baz and again wonder what this beautiful vampire saw in me and when he would decide that it just wasn’t worth it anymore.

Those days were the worst.

I had decided long ago that I would fight for us. I’m not sure when exactly everything clicked into place, but sometime after the talk on the beach in San Diego, I think I realized that Baz and I completed each other. And that whatever I had to face or battle, it was better with Baz by my side. That no matter what argument we had, Baz would always be there, ready to talk. 

And Baz never pushed me. Not through the struggle to talk about my feelings or my trauma; Not through the days where I was in a particularly bad mood; Not through the many long nights struggling with intimacy; Not through any of it. Crowley, I loved him so much for that. Eventually, with Baz’s patience and love, I had begun to find my voice again. Through finding my voice, I started to gain confidence again and the rest had begun to fall into place

I’ve even started to become comfortable with my wings and tail. Although Dr. Wellbelove had offered to remove my extra appendages, I decided to reject his offer. They are a part of who I am. To amputate them would be comparable to removing my arms or legs. I’ve learned to appreciate and love them. Besides, Baz adores my wings, so there is no way I’ll be removing them. I’ve found a way to live with them. Whether it be to spell them invisible, or to act as if they were a part of an elaborate costume when walking in town. 

Things were getting better. 

We had decided to take this little holiday in Dover, as a sort of celebration for how far we’ve both come. We decided to go to Dover because Baz’s family has a small cottage in the town that was rarely used. It had fallen into disarray within the last fifteen years. Baz had requested, to his father, that in exchange for fixing up the place, that he be allowed to use it freely. After going over budgets and plans, Mr. Grimm agreed. 

So that’s what we’re primarily using this holiday for. Our plan is to spend the summer fixing up the small cottage. To be honest, I don’t understand the significance of the place, but Baz seems to be happy, so I just go along with it. It’s been interesting, to say the least. Neither one of us really has any experience with renovating a property, so it’s been a learning experience if anything. 

Today was spent getting acquainted with the townsfolk, particularly with the small business owners who could supply us with the materials needed to complete our project. It never ceases to amaze me, just how polite and courteous Baz is with everyone he meets, and how they are all charmed by him. Most of them even seem to know who he is and who his family is. It wouldn’t surprise me if the Pitch influence spread all across the United Kingdom.

“We’re almost there!” 

My thoughts are interrupted by Baz’s animated voice. I can feel my heart fluttering as Baz turns back to me. The light from the moon is hitting his white skin, making it look nearly pearlescent. His deep sea-grey eyes are shining with glee, almost in an innocent, child-like manner. Even in his light grey jeans and dark blue jumper, he looks elegant. He’s always elegant, the beautiful git. Baz lets go of my hand and starts to run up ahead, raven hair flowing in the wind. He turns to me and joyously beckons me forward.

I’m spellbound by him. I’m always spellbound by Baz. I’d follow him anywhere and everywhere. I give Baz a half-smile and follow, hands shoved into the pockets of my Levi jeans. 

I’m glad that I follow him here, because what he has to show me is beyond incredible. A small sound escapes my lips as I take in the view. Just up ahead, is the cliff’s edge. But it isn’t the cliff’s edge that exhilarates me, but what lies beyond it. Just over the cliff is an endless array of sea and stars. I turn to Baz, whose expression can be summed up as a combination of amusement and delight. 

“Baz… this is… it’s… incredible.” I feel long cold fingers intertwining with my own, and a soft bump on the side of my face as Baz leans closer to me. 

“These are the White Cliffs of Dover. We used to come here often when I was a child, before my mother died. She loved this place,” There’s a hint of mournful nostalgia in Baz’s voice. I now understand why the holiday and project were so important to him. I offer him a kiss on his cheek and give his hand a small squeeze.

“Come. Let’s sit down for a while, shall we?” Baz sits down on the grass and pulls me down with him. A giddy laugh escapes my lips at the surprise and at how uncharacteristically light-hearted Baz is acting. I assume that it’s due to being in a place where he felt true happiness. I settle in and snuggle up close to Baz. His long legs are pulled up close, and his hands are resting lazily off his knees. I reach over and grasp one, as I lay my head on his shoulder. As I feel a soft kiss being placed upon my head, I can’t help but smile dreamily. One of my wings wraps around Baz in a protective embrace. I’m so in love with him right now. I look out to the endless sky and sea, and back to Baz. 

“Baz?”

“Hmm…?”

“I want to try something.”

Baz arches an eyebrow at me, “Oh? Should I be worried?” I flash him a playful smile. 

“You really need to learn to trust me, Pitch.”

I decide to ignore Baz rolling his eyes and his embarrassed smile, I know he loves it when I call him by his last name. I lift myself up from the ground. I wonder if this is a good idea as I roll my shoulders back and stretch my neck. I stare ahead, with a look of conviction plastered on my freckled face. My wings stretch out behind me and flap in the wind. I look down at Baz who is frowning at me.

“Snow… what are you…”

I don’t let him finish, because I’m off. I sprint towards the edge of the cliff and jump. I barely hear Baz shrieking as the wind rushes around me. 

“SIMON!”

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BAZ

He’s a damn fool!

Simon Snow is a damn bloody fool who takes a sadistic pleasure in scaring his boyfriend half to death. 

At least, that’s what’s going through my mind as I watch Simon soar into the sky from the bottom of the cliff.

I had tried to grab him as he sprinted off the cliff, but I just missed him. And for a moment, I truly thought the world was ending. For a brief moment, I believed that everything was lost. I was ready to jump down after him. Luckily, Simon flew up from the darkness in a matter of seconds, and my fear turned to fury. As Simon took off into the sky, I just stood near the edge of the cliff (not too close as these cliffs were known to be highly erosive — a fact that I would have gladly shared with my idiot boyfriend had I known what he was planning on doing), arms crossed over my chest and an angry scowl across my face.

As I continue to stare at him, I cannot stay mad. Simon is breathtaking. His wings flapping magnificently as he glides through the air. I sigh as Simon spins around and flips over. It is incredible. A man obtains a pair of wings and all of a sudden they start pulling stunts as if they are in Cirque de Bloody Soleil. 

I can feel myself melting inside. Simon looks alive. 

So alive.

Over the last year, Simon had been making so much progress, and today, it was all coming to a head. Bit by bit, the love of my life was becoming more and more like himself. He was finding his light once more, and it was such a beautiful thing to see. As Simon soars in the sky, I take a deep breath, so as to not show the happy tears that were forming in my eyes. With his bright smile, Simon is a beacon in the night. A sun amidst the darkness of midnight. 

My sun.

Simon spins around, dancing amongst the stars. He is so elegant, so graceful. He belongs there. The skies have accepted him as one of their own. A reimagined version of Apollo. 

Suddenly, he twirls back towards the cliff. I roll my eyes as Simon dives towards me. Before I can comprehend what is happening, my feet are longer touching the ground. In one fell swoop, Simon has scooped me up with ease and is taking flight once more. 

I yelp in surprise and wrap my arms around Simon’s neck. Simon holds me close, one hand under my legs and the other securing my back. 

“Snow! Have you gone mental? Put me down!”

“Baz. Trust me.”

We rise higher and higher. I feet the wind whipping around my hair, and I wish I had my mother’s scarf with me. I am glad that I’m wearing a thick jumper, even though I had begun to get a chill. I clutch onto Simon tighter, more for warmth than in fear. Suddenly, Simon stops soaring and straightens his body out. I look out and gasp in surprise. I can see the town on one side, and the coast of France on the other. The tiny lights dotting the cliffside like the fireflies we had seen in America. I look above us, and where the sky is normally full of clouds, it is now full of tiny speckled stars. 

It is breath-taking.

I turn to Simon and smile at him. Cheeky idiot, knows I’d love this. He knows that I’d remember our brief moment of closeness in America. The night we lay in the back of a pickup truck and just held each other. 

I do. I remember, Simon. 

I move one of my hands to his face. I trace my finger down the curve of his jaw and study the moles that dot his features. Simon’s eyes are lit with wonder, his smile bright enough to light our way home. My other hand moves to Simon’s chest to feel his heartbeat. It is strong, steady. 

Simon leans over and plants a soft kiss upon my lips. He smiles lovingly at me. I decide to grab a hold of his neck and pull him down in order to respond with a deeper kiss of my own. The sudden shock of passion causes Simon to lose focus and he loses a little height. Our kiss breaks and I giggle in surprise.

“Next time you decide to play cliff-diver, warn me first, will you?”; I say as I playfully hit Simon’s chest. Simon laughs and rolls his eyes. 

“What, and have you try to convince me not to do it? No, I think this was more fun.”

“I think you’ve finally gone mad.” I drawl while poking Simon’s nose. My hand reaches up to twirl his curls affectionately. Simon leans over me and plants another kiss on my forehead.  

I feel a soft breath on my cheek. Simon speaks tenderly to me, “It was bound to happen eventually. I am in love with you after all.” 

My heart stops. And my breath hitches in my throat. I blink stupidly at Simon, slowly trying to comprehend what just happened. 

He loves me.

Simon Snow loves me.

I grab Simon’s face and draw it towards mine. I nuzzle our noses together. This amazing, insane, disaster of a man loves me. I feel so happy in that moment, that I am practically dizzy. I plant two delicate kisses upon Simon’s closed eyes. 

“I love you to.”

Simon laughs and embraces me into a final deep kiss. We remain that way for a few more moments, lost amongst the skies. 

Oh you, will be shining on me. Like a Midnight Sun, you’re the only one who could set me free. You will set me free.

[pickalilywrites]

Hey this might be a weird request but I've had it in my mind for a while. Rivetra. Levi is a vampire that plays with drunk women on many ways. Late at night at the bars he flirts with drunk women before taking them away for a one night stand where he ends up drinking their blood. But one night his victim is Petra. While taking her home for a one night stand he realises he doesn't want to hurt her and decides to not feed on her. He just can't (because he loves her owo)

thank you i hope you enjoy ^^

Late-Night Snack

Rivetra. Vampire AU. 

3787 words. 

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Levi does not particularly enjoy frequenting bars for his late-night meals, but he prefers them to the dizzying night clubs with the blinding neon lights where he oftentimes finds himself pressed up against too many sweaty strangers. Disgusting. No, he’d rather find his food at a dimly lit bar where the patrons don’t take too much notice of each other, and he can slip in, get his food, and slip out without anyone turning their heads.

The dark-haired man sits in the corner booth, scanning the crowd lazily as he decides on what to eat tonight. He waits for something to catch his eye. It’s usually a woman – occasionally a man, but they aren’t as easy to lure back to his apartment without suspicion – but he’s rather picky. He doesn’t like the flashy ones. Girls who wear too much jewelry or bright colors. They’re too easy to remember once they disappear. He prefers the plainer girls, usually the ones who are quietly sipping a drink at the bar up front, wondering if it’s alright for them to abandon the bachelorette party they were dragged to against their will. Usually, he goes for someone who’s already a little tipsy even though he dislikes the bitter taste of alcohol in their blood when he sinks his teeth into their neck, but his meals are a lot easier to handle with a bit of wine or champagne.

There doesn’t seem to be anyone quite to his taste at this bar tonight. There are a few loners – a few drunken men singing nursery rhymes with the wrong words, girls that have had far too much to drink and are currently crying their eyes out, and loudmouthed men that are looking to pick a fight with anyone that looks at them – but Levi doesn’t care for any of them. This group is rather disappointing, although he’s not completely surprised about not finding prey to eat. There are nights where he has to visit a few bars before he finds anything worth eating. It seems that tonight is one of those nights.

With a sigh, Levi gets up from his booth, pulling up the collar of his shirt so that it covers his neck. He makes another quick scan of the establishment, but nothing has changed. It makes no sense for him to stay here and starve, so he turns to leave. He’s thinking about where he should go next – preferably another bar, but he might have to walk into a club if he gets desperate. He grimaces at the thought of it.

He’s nearly at the entrance when a pair of men bump into him, hard, but they don’t seem to have noticed. They just move past him. Depending on his mood, Levi would either hold them by the back of their shirts and demand an apology or allow them to pass him without a word, but not tonight. The way that they move stops Levi in his tracks. It’s familiar to him – that cadence, that stride – as if they are hunting down prey. It’s only when he sees them sit down at the bar, each man on either side of a young woman who had been seated alone, that Levi understands why.

It’s not any of Levi’s business what happens to others, but the two men look at the woman so hungrily that Levi almost mistakes them for vampires. It’s the way that they eye the woman up and down that gives them away. No vampire would bother assessing their prey that closely. Only a human would care for frivolous details like the fit of a woman’s dress or the length of her legs. It’s almost disgusting, the way they’re watching her, and it nearly makes Levi lose his appetite. It seems the woman isn’t too fond of the men’s interest in her either by the way she’s leaning away from them as they try to engage her in a conversation. When she tries to leave, one of the men grabs her rather roughly by the arm, pulling her back.

It only takes a second for Levi to cross the floor and reach them. He puts a hand on the woman’s shoulder, and she turns around, a surprised expression on her face. “Oi,” he tells her. “I thought I told you to wait for me out front.”

The woman blinks at him with big amber eyes, nodding but not saying anything at all. He wonders if she’s stupid, but she eventually finds her voice and quickly says, “Oh, right. I must have forgotten.”

The other men at her side try to make an escape, but they’re frozen in place when they see Levi’s glare.

“And you two,” Levi growls. “What were you doing with my woman?”

The men trip over themselves trying to find an excuse. They seem to know that their intentions for the woman were obvious to everyone present, and their attempts to cover them up are futile. “Nothing, sir, nothing,” they mumble as they shuffle away, bumping into themselves while making their getaway. “Have a good evening, sir. Miss.”

Although the woman watches the men leave, Levi’s eyes are fixed on her. She’s not his type at all – her bright hair, a ginger the color of a setting sun, is far too memorable and although her dark dress is plain enough, the fashionable white scarf tied around her neck is just too distinct. It’s a shame because she’s petite, smaller than him even and he’s already rather short even though he hates to admit it, so he wouldn’t have trouble with her if she ended up putting up a fight when it came time to feed, but he can’t run the risk of becoming a possible suspect when people begin to search for her. He’s been through it once before and it’s far more trouble than it’s worth. It would have been more convenient if she had just been a mousier-looking girl, but it’s not like this has been a lucky day for him.

“…for dragging you into this.” The sound of the woman’s voice, quiet and apologetic removes him from his train of thought. She looks up at him with her big doe eyes and he realizes that he still hasn’t moved from his spot, his hand still resting on her shoulder even though the men had long gone.

Quickly, he removes his hand from her shoulder as if sunlight had burned them. “It’s nothing,” he mumbles, embarrassed although he doesn’t know why. “It’s what any decent person would have done.”

“I suppose you're right,” the woman says with a soft laugh. She brushes a lock of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear, and looks at Levi for a while before extending a slender hand. “I’m Petra, by the way.”

Levi doesn’t take it at first. He stares at it, blinking. Somehow, he feels as if he’s gotten in too deep already. He should have just let the men take the woman instead of sticking his nose in their business. Now he has to shake off this woman without seeming rude. On the other hand, he doesn’t really regret the decision he’s made either. He thinks he prefers this inconvenience to the alternative.

“Levi,” he answers gruffly, finally taking her hand in his. He’s surprised by the strength in her grip. She’s far stronger than one would think given her petite frame.

“Levi, huh?” the woman repeats. She lets go of his hand, leaving him almost reluctantly although that might just be his imagination. The ginger gives him a wry smile. “I was actually supposed to meet someone here, but he hasn’t shown up. It seems he’s stood me up. But if it’s allowed me to meet you, then it doesn’t seem all that bad, right?”

It’s difficult to believe that anyone can stand up a woman so beautiful, but men can be pretty unbelievable. With enough luck, perhaps she’ll be able to meet a man with manners, but Levi isn’t that man. It seems that tonight isn’t her night either.

“I suppose you could do worse,” Levi tells her, and she laughs. She covers her mouth when she does, but he can tell that her smile is dazzling from the little he sees of it.

“Are you really that terrible?” Petra asks, looking up at him through her thick lashes.

Oh, you have no idea, he thinks, but it’s not like she’ll ever know.

She asks him if he’d like a drink – she even offers to buy it for him – but he refuses. He should get going soon, but he decides to wait for her to finish her drink and see her off before he leaves. The night is young after all. (“What a gentleman you are,” Petra tells him, but he isn’t, not even close.) He figures that it’ll take her a few minutes to finish the half-filled cocktail that’s left in her glass.

Levi has never cared for the fruity cocktails that women tend to drink, but the way that Petra sips the rosy drink – a Singapore sling almost the same soft shade of pink painted on her lips – makes it look enticing. He wonders if it tastes as sweet as the vibrant red maraschino cherry sitting on top of the ice, or if she can detect that slight hint of lemon from the wedge that she had taken out before she had taken a sip. He watches as she swirls her drink around, the cubes of ice whirling about as she stirs with her short white straw. It must be good if she’s drinking it so slowly. Normally it would annoy him, having to first save her and then wait for her before leaving, but he finds that he doesn’t mind it this time. Instead, he finds himself wondering if the drink really is as good as she’s making it look, licking the corner of her mouth with her pretty pink tongue, and whether it would taste just as good from her lips or if he’ll have to settle for sinking his teeth into her flesh to get a taste. He notices then that she’s smiling at him, looking up at him through her lashes while her straw is trapped between her teeth, and he looks quickly away, wondering how long he’s been staring.

He knows it’s dangerous when she begins to ask him questions about himself – what he does for a living, how often he visits this bar, what his favorite drink is – and he knows it’s even more dangerous when he answers them. It might have something to do with her wide amber eyes, curious and unsuspecting of what he truly is. He doesn’t have to do much poking or prodding to get her to speak about herself either. She offers herself up easily, telling him about her occupation (an online translator), her thoughts on the bar (a little more crowded than expected, but it has a few nice people), and her plans for tonight (probably watch a romantic movie to make up for the date that didn’t show up). He never gets to know his victims let alone strangers he’s found abandoned at the bar, but it’s harmless if they leave right now. If he never returns, then they’ll forget each other eventually. It’s what’s best for everyone.

“I’ll pay for that,” he tells the bartender as soon as Petra finishes her drink, his card already out and ready before Petra has even set down her glass.

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” Petra tells him, but the bartender has already swiped Levi’s credit card. She frowns as she watches him tuck the card into his wallet and into his pocket. “I could have gotten it myself.”

“It’s fine,” he assures her. He gets up and glances subtly at his watch. It’s past midnight. He still has time to look for a meal, but he’s spent far more time here than he had planned. He should have left a long time ago. To Petra, he asks, “Do you want me to call you a cab?”

“It’s fine! I actually live close, so I can walk there,” Petra tells him. She gets up from her chair and takes a step, but somehow loses her balance and would have fallen on her face if Levi weren’t there to catch her. It’s surprising because Levi didn’t think she’d be so affected by a measly cocktail, but her low alcohol tolerance does make sense given her small stature. She thanks him profusely for catching her and allows him to help her up and steady her, clinging onto his arm. “I’m so sorry! I guess that drink was a lot stronger than I could handle,” she tells him with a laugh. She looks over at him, her ginger locks a little messy from the fall, and bites her lip. “I know you’ve already done so much for me already, but would you mind taking me home? It’s really not that far, but if you have somewhere else you need to be going…”

He has no obligation to help her, not back then and certainly not now. Even if she’s a little too tipsy to walk in a straight line, her apartment is probably close enough for her to make it back just fine. She really isn’t even all that drunk, he reasons. She’s at least sober enough to recognize that she’s a little buzzed, and she could probably even call a friend to pick her up. Besides, he has prey to catch, and the night isn’t getting any younger. Still, he opens his mouth and the word “yes” tumbles from his lips.

“Thank you so much,” Petra gushes as she clings to his arm. He’s allowed her to hold onto him as he guides her back to her apartment. It might just be his imagination, but it seems as though her grip on him has gotten tighter. With her other hand, she fiddles with the white scarf around her neck, moving it so that it doesn’t fly into her face as it flutters in the wind. “I know I said I could have gone home myself, but it feels so much safer having you around.”

Oh, how wrong she is.

“Is this your building?” he asks as they approach a tall, modern-looking apartment building with large glass panels for windows and rigid metal balconies. It doesn’t look anything at all like the sort of building that he imagined her to live in. He had thought she’d prefer living somewhere a little more class, an old stone apartment with ivy climbing on the side for instance, but it’s not as if he knows very much about her. As he gazes up at the apartment complex and wonders which window belongs to her.

“Yes!” she says. He expects her to let go of his arm, but she doesn’t. Instead, she begins to lead him into the building. Despite knowing better, he allows her to tug him along. Even though she had been stumbling only a few blocks ago, the alcohol seems to have worn off because she’s walking just fine now. She walks him through the glossy floors of the lobby, pulls him into an elevator, and punches the button that will take them up to the third floor. When they’re alone in the elevator, she turns to look at him, a bright smile on her face, and he can’t help wondering if she had even been drunk at all or if she just pretended to be.

Once the elevator lets them off, the two walk down a long hallway, eventually stopping at the last door at the end. Levi tries not to glance at the black numbers tacked onto the door, knowing that he’ll try to burn them into his memory despite his better judgment. He looks at Petra instead, who is fumbling to get her keys out of her purse.

“I should leave now,” he tells her, but he stays rooted in place.

“You don’t want to come in for a minute?” Petra asks, looking up briefly before returning to her purse. She finally manages to fish them out and begins to unlock the door. It swings open to reveal a pristine apartment. It’s almost as if she had plucked out a living room from one of those home living magazines and plucked it into her apartment. “I should at least treat you to a drink before you leave. You’ve done so much for me tonight. Do you like tea?”

“I couldn’t possibly,” Levi begins, but he doesn’t resist when takes his hand and pulls him in, shutting the door behind them.

“Don’t be silly,” Petra laughs. He’s not sure how her hand has ended up cupping his cheek, but the touch is not unpleasant to him. She traces a thumb down his jaw, her skin brushing his ever so lightly, and shivers from the touch. Her other arm is wrapped around him, pulling him close. A smile spreads across her face, a coy smile that’s so different than the innocent one he had seen that night at the bar but it’s no less alluring, and she asks, “How could I possibly let you leave without giving you a proper thank you?”

When their lips meet, Levi reciprocates immediately, his lips parting, eager for the taste of her. There isn’t a hint of alcohol; he detects neither the sweet cherry brandy, the tangy lemon juice, nor the sharp taste that Levi typically associates with gin. As he slips his tongue between her lips, he finds that she tastes warm and sweet like vanilla, dainty and delicate. He wonders, his hands on her slender waist and pulling her in, if this had been her plan all along, to lure him into her apartment. It’s rather unfortunate that she chose him. He doesn’t mind satiating her hunger, but it’s late and once he’s satisfied her, he’ll need to sate his own appetite. What a pity. Ah, but he can think about it later.

“I thought you were busy?” she teases, pulling away from him for just a second. A lock of orange falls in her face and Levi quickly brushes it away.

“It can wait,” Levi murmurs, running kisses down her jawline.

Levi tries not to make playing with his food a habit, but he finds that it’s typical meal prep. If the prey wants a good fuck before they die, who is he to deny them? It’s the least he can do for them. After all, they are providing him with a full meal. It’s a shame that this woman must befall the same fate as the others, but it’s her own fault for being so damn tempting. He can just imagine sinking his teeth into her neck, her blood thick and red flowing from her veins. He wonders if it will taste anywhere near as sweet as her lips.

“Oh, fuck,” he hears Petra curse, and he stops abruptly, surprised at hearing such words from her. He hadn’t realized anything was going wrong – she was responding well to his kisses, his fingers tangled in her hair, and his other hand running down her back – but then he realizes why. He must not have noticed her hand traveling across his skin, too aroused by the way her fingers ruffled through his thick black hair to realize that her fingertips had begun to travel across his skin, down his neck where his popped collar hid the puncture wounds from a vampire bite he had received long ago. It looks like dinner will start earlier than he intended.

Levi sighs, straightening up and folding his collar down properly. “I suppose we should get this over with now that you know what I really am,” he says. He looks over at her, expecting to see a look of horror on her face as many of his victims did when he revealed his true identity. He’s surprised to see a look of minor annoyance on her face instead. “Why aren’t you…afraid?”

“Jeez, I knew you were a little too easy to lure to my house tonight,” Petra mutters, not at all bothered about having found out that her date was a vampire all along. She merely rolls her eyes when she sees how offended Levi looks. “Oh, come on. It didn’t take much convincing for you to follow me home, did it?”

“I…suppose not,” Levi admits. He feels a fool now that she’s pointed it out. Although, that still doesn’t explain why she’s not the least bit frightened of him. “You do realize I’m a vampire though, right?”

“Unfortunately. And here I thought you could be my next meal, but cannibalism has never really appealed to me,” Petra says with a sigh. She reaches up to undo the scarf around her neck. She lets it fall to the ground and turns her head for Levi to see, holding up her hair so that it doesn’t block his view. Like him, she also has two puncture wounds on her neck. She lets her hair down, another sigh escaping her lips as she does. “I probably should have just gone with those two bastards that spotted me before you came.”

“Unfortunately,” Levi says numbly, still trying to process the events of tonight.

The female vampire cranes her neck to check the clock on the wall, frowning when she sees the time. She moves around Levi, already grabbing the doorknob. “At least there’s still enough time to find some other prey tonight. I could last a night without eating, but I hate feeling hungry.” She looks behind her, an eyebrow raised. “Do you plan on staying in my apartment?”

“No, of course not,” Levi says, hurriedly following her out. He’s not surprised when she shuts the door behind him, locking it with a quick click, but he feels a strange twinge in his chest when she turns away from him, already walking down the hall without even giving him a second glance. He should just let it be. From the very beginning, he should have let her be, and yet he never did. Even now, he finds himself chasing after her, calling out her name. “Petra!”

She turns around, tilting her head curiously. “Yes?”

“It might be a little too late to grab dinner,” Levi says, shoving his hands in his pockets. “But I think it’s possible for us to grab a late-night snack together…” His voice trails off and he looks over at her cautiously, wondering what her reaction will be.

“Oh, Levi,” Petra grins, her eyes gleaming hungrily. “I’d love that.”

[mjwiththefangs]

Beautifully Deadly (NaLu) #5

Chapter 5

Vampire/Supernatural AU

Rating: M

Summary:  "Supposedly an entire kingdom disappeared when their queen went beyond the borders, remember?" When Natsu Dragneel leaves the kingdom to investigate mysterious disappearances, he finds a much bigger adventure than he was bargaining for, including a beautiful vampire hidden away in an ancient castle. She has little to say about her past, or why she's locked away. Who did this to her? What has she been feeding on? One thing Natsu knows for sure that she is dangerous... Could she have something to do with the disappearances? "I'm sorry, Natsu, but I'm just so thirsty."

Chapters: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7

Read it on: AO3 & FF.net

A/N: So Hi! Apparently, I do monthly updates now- shocking, right! First of all, compulsory shoutout to @bmarvels & @mannyegb for agreeing to Beta for me again! You are both Stars!!

Secondly, Many thanks to all of you Lovelies for being patient, i hope this chapter was worth the wait! Im really aiming to keep the word count near 3K if not higher. Let me know what you prefer! I also wanted to add that i am on Tumblr; follow Starstruck-MJ-writings for chapters & progress updates.

Im trying to get the plot rolling now, so things should begin to pick up from here on out. As always, i am deeply humbled by all your lovely reviews ❤

Now, enough of me rambling. Lets get to the main event!

Review shoutouts! to: KatanaNoNeko, YunaYue, Densolator, Aliciacevbra, & NaluGrey 

Thank you!!

The forest surrounding Lucy’s decrepit castle was vast and held many secrets. Deep within the wilderness, nestled in the woods was a path that none dared to tread, and even fewer knew existed.

If one knew what to look for, they would see the intricate runes littered through the trees, and surrounding Lucy’s Castle.

They were carved into the bark, small, seemingly insignificant sigils. They came in all different shapes, all designed to trick the eye, making them incredibly difficult to locate. Even if one managed to find the runes, it would be very unlikely for the individual to stumble upon them to understand what they meant, for they were all written in ancient tongues, in rare and dead languages.

Had a certain wolf come across these mysterious runes, he would have been elatedly familiar and perhaps found exactly who created them.

The rune creator herself, a wise wood elf, had made sure she was difficult, nigh on impossible, to find. Her stave surrounded her sanctum perfectly. It had been after some thought that she had adapted the stave to help cover Lucy’s location also. It had been difficult, meaning the castle remains were not completely hidden, but certainly more elusive of malicious, searching eyes.

The Elf had been quick to deduce that the strange blonde did not wish to be found. She had run away. The Elf was still pondering what the woman had run from. There were, of course, the disappearances. The Elf could not quite rule out Lucy’s potential involvement, despite the woman’s evident fear.

Sighing, she tucked a lock of blue hair behind her ear and reached for her research notes. Whilst she had been absent from her home and recovering her strength, she had been studying.

The Elf's name was Levy McGarden. She was separated from her Beloved Wolf and the people they had been escorting. Levy had been struck across the head before she could even react. It had slowed her reflexes, her vision blurred and saturated with her own blood. She faintly recalled trying to help some escape from the attacker. She didn't know how they'd all lost one another. She didn't even know if the others survived.

‘I wonder if Gajeel…’ her heart squeezed painfully in her chest, unable to finish her thought. Her mind drifted unbidden to the attack. The way Gajeel had transformed into the giant wolf she was so familiar with. The fury in his eyes.

‘Run!’ He had shrieked, desperate to keep her safe. He was already critically injured as she fled, his right forearm torn almost to shreds. She, of course, now had her own scar to bare. It stretched from her right temple, across her forehead, in the form of an ugly slash marring her porcelain skin.

She'd awoken days later, in a dark room, with the strange blonde woman beside her. Levy was still unsure what to think of Lucy, despite owing her life to her. Lucy had bandaged her up. The blonde seemed so uncomfortable with Levy near her. Levy wondered what species the woman was, it had become quickly evident that she was not a mere human.

She flicked through her notes. Scanning over her theories on Lucy. The answer had to be here, among her observations. Levy could almost taste it, it was right there, dancing on the tip of her tongue.

‘Wouldn’t approach when I cleaned my wound’,

‘stayed away from the windows’,

‘appears to be nocturnal’,

‘very intelligent, potentially dangerous, secretive.’

The scrawled notes screamed at her off the paper, telling her she was missing something between the lines. Levy knew her stranger saviour had not been a mortal human.

She tapped her chin in thought, ‘Perhaps she can’t walk in sunlight either…’ Suddenly, something clicked in her head. ‘If I run with this Hypothesis…’

She gasped, everything about the blonde making sense, ‘She’s a Vampire!’

.

Cold.

For the first time in his life, Natsu Dragneel felt truly cold. Sure, he’d been on the receiving end of Gray’s ice before, but that had never left him feeling like this. At this moment, he felt as though the fire in his belly was diminished to just embers.

He felt so utterly cold. He groaned painfully, coughing as he rolled. His eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times before squinting to look around him. It was dark in the small room. He found himself to lying on a cot, his wounds delicately wrapped. Natsu grunted, raising his arm to rub the sleep from his eyes.

Only to find that his wrist was cuffed to the wall. Puzzled, he took this moment to examine his environment. The room he was in was small, but not unpleasant. The arched paned window allowed streams of dusklight through the old curtain drapes. The cot he found himself lying on was tucked snugly in the corner, his wrist chained to an old iron ring embedded on the wall, and the plain sheets were folded at his feet. His gaze drifted to the heavy wooden door. A well-aimed fireball would have that taken care of. That is, he suspected, if the metal cuff around his wrist wasn’t magic sealing stone.

The Draconic whined in his throat, dropping his head back onto the cot. The motion sent a shock of pain shooting through his neck, a violent hiss escaping him. His fuzzy mind struggled to catch up to him, foggy memories being dragged to the surface.

He ran away. Gajeel attacked him, separating him from Atlas Flame. He stumbled upon the castle remains. Blood. The woman…

She bit him.

Gingerly, he reached up to his neck, his calloused fingers coming into contact with bandages, ‘what?’ he frowned in confusion. Did she do this? A sudden idea tickled his mind, and turning his gaze towards his torso, he reached down and tugged up his shirt. His wound from Gajeel had been cleaned, though not bandaged, and he noticed the cauterised skin was barely holding him together. If he was too reckless again, he would surely reopen the injury.

His ears twitched at the sound of approaching footsteps. He bolted upright on the cot, wincing at his own sudden movement. He held his breath, preparing himself for whoever was coming to see him. The footsteps stopped in front of the wooden door.

He heard the latch click softly, surprised to learn that it wasn't locked. The hinges creaked in protest as the door opened slowly, soft candlelight trickling in from the hall.

She stepped carefully, and not without trepidation in his small room. He found himself taken aback at her appearance. Before, when he found her on the floor, she had been paler than death, dark shadows gathering around her eyes. Eyes that had flashed crimson, mad with hunger.

But as he looked at her now, undoubtedly the same woman, he found the breath leaving his lungs. Her golden tresses tumbled down to her waist, framing her heart-shaped face perfectly. She looked so alive, he thought, with the warmth in her cheeks, she was glowing. Her eyes were the colour of honey, warm and soft when they met his. She froze, her eyes widening a fraction, more colour flushing her face.

He watched her silently, her eyes darting away from him to the fading sunlight on the floor then back to him. Her mouth opened, tiny sharp points glinting as she did, reminding him to stay cautious.

‘I… I apologise for attacking you before.’ She briefly glanced away, guilt flashing in her eyes. ‘I was not myself. I came to check on you, you have slept for a long time.’ She resisted the nervous urge to chew her lip.

Natsu cocked his head as he regarded her. For how vicious she had appeared before, she seemed genuinely apologetic now and concerned for him. Despite himself, a grin broke out across his face. He couldn’t help it. Attacking someone then taking care of them? She was such a…

‘Weirdo.’

Her mouth opened in protest, and he cackled at the indignant pout on her face. He had a feeling he was going to enjoy teasing her, should he be staying for longer. He held up his hands in a surrender motion, feeling more at ease with with the unusual woman. He met her eyes again with an easy smile, ‘Thanks for patching me up! But’ he hesitantly reached for bandage around his neck, ‘What exactly did you do to me?’

He held no malice towards her. Who was he to judge someone for losing control of themselves, after all? He still held some suspicion, but it was waning the longer she stood by the door. At his question, she flushed deeply, in embarrassment or shame, neither could tell.

‘I… I am not entirely sure myself, to be honest.’ The admission came softly, sadly, ‘I deeply regret that I bit you. I didn’t mean to drink so much.’ she sighed, ‘well, drink at all, really.’

He quirked an eyebrow at her, gears ticking in his head. ‘You’re a Vampire?’

She visibly flinched at the word and a muscle in her jaw twitched. She nodded stiffly.

Natsu bit into his tongue to stop himself blurting more questions. Whilst it wasn’t typically characteristic of him to think before speaking, every cell of his new companion screamed that she was uncomfortable, and being still chained made it very much against his favour to upset her.

He did need a few more answers, however. ‘Can you unchain me? The sealing stone is restricting my magic.’ He explained, raising his wrist.

Her gaze snapped back to him. She was frowning, confusion drawn across her features.

‘Sealing stone? I don't have any of that here.’ She glanced at the light on the floor again, taking a hesitant step forward around it.

Natsu was frowning in return, if it wasn’t sealing stone, then why couldn’t he use his fire? Why did it feel like he only had ash in his mouth? He stared at her as she sat perched on the foot of the cot.

She cleared her throat, ‘What’s your magic?’ she wanted to be direct with him.

He gestured to the horns protruding through his hair, ‘Fire. I’m Draconic.’ as if to prove a point, he attempted to create a flame in the palm of his hand, producing nothing but a brief spark. He grunted in frustration.

A chill ran through him again, reminding him of his diminishing embers. The woman was watching him thoughtfully. Something was niggling at her, from the corner of her mind. When she drank from him… the first thing she became aware of…

‘... I was warm.’ she breathed.

Sharp draconic ears twitched. He sensed a deeper meaning to her words. He was anxious to learn more. But before he could ask, she had scrambled to her feet, reaching for the door and fleeing without a word.

The words died in his throat, a long sigh escaping him instead. He allowed himself, more carefully this time, to fall back onto the cot again.

It would be quite a while later that he realised he hadn't even got her name.

.

Lucy all but fled the room, leaving the Draconic man behind. Her heart was pounding in her chest, adrenaline spiking and causing her hands to quake. She moved briskly through the stone halls, not knowing where her feet were taking her, but just needing to be moving somewhere.

She gnawed her lip, her mind whirling as she marched. In her distraction, she failed to notice the soft glittering sparks pulsing to life beneath her feet with every step. Nor did she notice how the candle flames leaned towards her presence as she passed.

The vampire only grew aware that she had been wandering a while when she passed an open window, and belatedly startled, only to realise that the daylight had gone. She paused, gazing into the darkening hues across the sky. Her heart throbbed painfully.

She shook her head, golden strands dancing glitter around her. She felt overwhelmed. She needed fresh air. Lucy gathered her skirts, setting off in a run. She knew where she was heading this time. Her feet pounded against the stone steps, before she burst through the old hatchet, into the former rooftop garden.

Her train of thoughts began to run away from her once she was in her safe space. She was trying so hard. So hard to accept that she had drank from the strange man. She had never drank from someone before. She didn’t know what affects it had on someone, or what she was capable of in this form.

Lucy wrapped her arms around herself. More glittering dust fell from her movements. She was trembling, honey gold eyes staring into nothing.

‘Did I… drink away his magic?’

Her head shook violently at the thought. Surely that wasn’t possible? But then, she was unable to recall that last time she felt any warmth, prior to biting the man.

Lucy fought to think rationally. Before the… Incident, as she’d decided to dub it, she had collapsed from bloodlust. She always hated how much the hunger affected her. In the fuzzy recesses of her mind, she remembered that she could smell blood right as she came to. The warm, spicy taste of his blood on her tongue danced in her mind, and she blushed vehemently. It had felt like being in a trance.

He couldn’t make a fire now though. She’d watched him involuntarily shivering in that room. He was cold. What had she done to him? Had she drained his life energy too?

She certainly felt more alive. And, now that she took notice, she felt a strange tingle brimming just underneath her skin. Frowning she outstretched her hand in front of her, scrutinising the soft flesh. Nothing seemed unusual.

Lucy released a sigh, some tension leaving her shoulders. More than ever, she wished to be able to consult with her most dear and loyal companions. As old as time, and just as wise, the constellation spirits were contractually linked to her bloodline and she missed them terribly.

Even Leo, the playboy Lion spirit, who loved to flirt but ultimately was always willing to lend a listening ear and rare sage advice. She longed for that kind of advice right now.

In sudden swirl of glitter, she subsequently recognised to be stardust, a bright light flashed before her, forcing her to shield her eyes as she heard a faint bell chime. She blinked a few times, her arm slowly lowering as the dust settled.

She gasped in astonishment, gawking at the figure before her. Cat ears stood proudly in a mane of wild orange hair. The owner of that hair stood up straight from a bow, an easy, confident smile on his face.

The smile broadened into a grin, bursting with delight as Lucy pointed, ungracefully spluttering.

‘Loke?!’ She had to be hallucinating. He couldn’t be here. It wasn’t possible. She had tried so hard to summon him, summon any of them, when she had escaped her captor. She had never succeeded. She had not even been able to feel her bond to them. She understood a long time ago that she had no magic in this accursed form.

Now though, her mind reeling, she realised with utmost certainty that she had drained the pink-haired Draconic of his own magical energy.

The lion spirit regarded her with fond amusement. He found himself unable to stop grinning, his pointed ears twitching happily. ‘Hello, Beautiful.’

It had always been his favourite way to greet her and it filled him with a strong wave of nostalgia to be using it again.

‘It’s really you.’ She breathed, recovering herself, her eyes wide and locked onto the spirit. She leapt forward, throwing her arms around him before she knew what she was doing.

He laughed, happily wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into his embrace. ‘I missed you too.’ He smiled down at her, ‘Now, do you mind telling me exactly where you have summoned me to?’ He asked, moving his head to assess their surroundings.

She met his hazel eyes, ‘I tried to reach you for so long. All of you. How did you finally find me?’

‘You called me here. None of us could feel your bond for so long. But we could still feel you in this realm, we knew you were out here.’ Loke’s expression sobered, ‘What did he do to you, Lucy?’

She hesitated, pointed teeth chewing on her lower lip. Loke’s sharp eyes caught the movement. ‘I’m… not the same as before.’ She answered quietly. He accepted that as answer enough.

He nodded, turning to look at something in the distance. ‘We can talk more next time. Whatever you did, it flared your magic. If you can do it again, we are only a call away.’ He folded an arm across his chest, bowing his head towards her. ‘Your magical energy is waning, I can’t stay much longer. But, I am curious about that blue creature.’

Thoughts of protesting quickly abandoned her, a curious, confused frown on her face as she turned her attention behind her.

A winged blue creature flew towards them. She squinted, and as it neared them, she saw that it was in fact a flying blue cat.

A soggy, flying blue cat.

Loke chuckled to himself, musing, ‘Why do cats always see my ears and think I’ll understand them.’

Felines had always flocked to the lion spirit after all. This blue one mewled loudly as he approached, soaring to land perfectly atop Loke’s orange hair. Lucy suppressed a giggle at the sight.

The spirit grimaced, ‘Ok, this kitty hates water just as much as any other,’ he gestured to himself, ‘As much as I’d love to stay, my time’s up.’

Lucy held his solemn gaze as he began to fade, light filtering around him in shimmers. With one last, ‘Call me when you need me’ He vanished into a burst of stardust.

The blue cat yowled unhappily as it landed on the ground. Lucy crouched down before the sodden feline, offering a hand to him. Large eyes studied her for a moment, then his fluffy white wings sparkled and they too vanished, and he trotted towards her, purring gleefully.

Lucy smiled, petting his head.

‘Let’s get you dried off.’

.

Back in her hideaway, Levy bound her research notes together, and unceremoniously shoved them into her satchel. She had been away from the kingdom for long enough.

It was time to return home.

[kissmeaboutit]

Fic recs part 1

The Intern- https://archiveofourown.org/works/979988/chapters/1929352#main

Armin was convinced that it was the opportunity of a lifetime, but Eren just saw it as just another chance to fail. Nothing good could possibly come out of an internship in a stuffy office at Survey Corporation. Eren would have been content to sit and watch the remainder of his senior year pass him by. However, after one elevator trip, Eren finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew about life and himself.

Tentative Bliss- https://archiveofourown.org/works/1131646/chapters/2286009

In the D/s community, a contract is the agreement between the Dom and sub: It outlines the structure, expectation, rules, and limitations of the temporary relationship. After Eren nervously signs one with his new Dom, Levi, they both have a month to decide if they're right for each other and to see if Eren can fit in the household without clashing with the others. Although, Eren is a little surprised by Armin's kindness and Levi's actual objective...

1994- https://archiveofourown.org/works/875756/chapters/1683367

Before cell phones. Before the Kardashians. Before internet porn. The year is 1994. Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, poor kids from the wrong side of the tracks, have been transferred with the rest of their neighborhood to the posh, uptown Trost High (Home of the Titans). Mikasa and Armin seem to fit in well enough, but Eren isn't quite so lucky. Of course, most of this has to do with Eren's personality. When he accepts a bet to lose his virginity (and actually prove that someone likes him) by the end of the semester, it's hard for him to deny the improbability of winning. After all, the only one he seems to be talking to these days is the weirdly pretty (and just plain weird) goth working at the donut shop down the street...

Louder Than Words- https://archiveofourown.org/works/1810396/chapters/3885151

My boyfriend, Eren Jaeger, disappeared ten days before his seventeenth birthday.

Six months later, he was found again, completely intact save for his mental and emotional scars. Oh, and the fact that he would never be able to speak again.

And so, we all started to rebuild from the debris that had been left in the destruction of our lives.

Little Titan Cafe- https://archiveofourown.org/works/1032582/chapters/2057524#main

Just another cliche AU in which Eren works as a barista in his mother’s café, specializing in latte art. And then there’s Levi, who’s not exactly your typical patron, because, well, he’s blunt and rude (which Eren supposes isn’t that much different from regular customers) but mostly he just confuses Eren’s poor little homosexual heart.

Chasing Summer- https://archiveofourown.org/works/4059769/chapters/9136579

Two more weeks left before Levi Ackerman graduates from high school and leaves the small town of Shiganshina. He can't wait for the moment that he can finally put that dreadful town behind him. But when a Grisha Jaeger becomes the new family doctor, bringing along his ill son that breathes new life into the town he desperately wants to escape, will Levi find a reason to stay?

A Forged Wedding- https://archiveofourown.org/works/1557026/chapters/3301223

Modern AU, based off of the Japanese game: "I... Don't think I heard you right. What did you just ask me, Rivaille?" "I'm asking you to marry me for a month. How did you not hear me right?" (Rated M for later chapters, mentions of other pairings, more warnings inside)

Don’t Let Your guard down- https://archiveofourown.org/works/5440217/chapters/12572078

Eren and his adopted sister were raised in an extremely Christian household and as a result, are very ignorant to the world around them. And there's one big problem with that. Eren is gay and has been hiding it from everyone since he realized it, out of fear of his homophobic father and other people finding out. One day he feels tested religiously when he meets some eccentric people as a result of him drawing attention to himself by exhibiting his athletic abilities. Little does he know, he drew their attention because they are all apart of their school's color guard team and are desperate for a new member. He's hesitant to join, however, it may not be his choice to accept the offer after all.

Trost Landing- https://archiveofourown.org/works/1622420/chapters/3458933

After a fire devastated their apartment, Levi and Eren move into a new housing community on the outskirts of town. However, after a little while, things don't turn out as happily-ever-after as they had planned.

A voice from the rubble- https://archiveofourown.org/works/5014987/chapters/11525746

It all just took 30 seconds. Thirty seconds that kept replaying in my mind over and over again, the details so vivid. Thirty seconds that would change my life forever.

Thirty seconds earlier we had all been safely tucked up in bed. Shiganshina Lodge was my home, my family was visiting for the holidays; it had now become our tomb.

Shiganshina District had been a second home to all of us ever since I was born. I know this place. I know its beauty... I'm now learning its terror.

OR: Eren's trapped in a landslide and Levi's the paramedic that finds him.

Freedom of the press- https://archiveofourown.org/works/3261971/chapters/7113611

Eren is just an ordinary college student, wondering how long he can put off his art projects and if it's possible to live off of only ramen and mac 'n cheese. Oh, and if his medical alert bracelet is really necessary, because honestly, it shouldn't be. His part time jobs as a barista and a photographer for a major newspaper help pay the bills, but when he gets assigned the task of photographing the upcoming professional soccer match, he can't believe his luck. He has been given permission to legally stalk his idol, center forward for the Scouts, Levi Ackerman!

Levi Ackerman is a famous soccer player, and the object of millions of girls' and guys' wet dreams. For Levi, the life of a celebrity is nothing to complain about. He can walk into any bar and leave with his choice of men to take home. And with a sexual appetite that can rival that of a porn star, this is a benefit of stardom he takes full advantage of. The only problem is, it's hard to keep secrets when constantly under a spotlight. What the world doesn't know is that he's gay, and he's determined to keep it that way. Levi struggles to keep his deep, dark secret out of the public knowledge, but a certain green-eyed brat is making that exceptionally difficult.

Both sides of the same coin- https://archiveofourown.org/works/1966659/chapters/4255494

Eren is a werewolf, captured by humans for experiments, and wakes up in a cell that he soon realizes he's sharing with a vampire. The two work together to get out of their unpleasant prison but the price for their freedom may end up being too high. How will they cope with the consequences of the choices they have made?

Help Me Stand- https://archiveofourown.org/works/934319/chapters/1818776

Eren's best childhood friend and high school boyfriend, Armin, dies in a car accident in which Eren had been the one at the wheel. Unable to keep from blaming himself, life itself becomes agonizing for Eren and he turns to the more negative side of coping mechanisms. Eventually, he meets a college student named Levi who seems like he has it all figured out, just to discover that they have more in common than he thought. Modern!AU.

Also, Levi has a motorcycle because it was definitely necessary.

Make You Feel My Love- https://archiveofourown.org/works/4863482/chapters/11146277

Levi is Trost's strongest soldier, he's Captain of the Special Ops Squad and he's also the only chance Trost has to end their long war with Maria. Eren is Maria's Prince, he's beloved and respected by all of his people, he's also the only hope Maria has to survive their long struggle against Trost.

What neither of them expected was an arranged marriage to try and solve all their problems. Fun fact: it doesn't.

A World Of Our Own- https://archiveofourown.org/works/2632715/chapters/5875388

Eren wasn't happy knowing his whole life that he'd have to be forced into an arranged marriage, but finding out that his fiance is one of the richest, most famous heirs of the modern age wasn't exactly helping. All about the struggles of being forced into a modern day arranged marriage.

And Eren being a little shit in the process. Cause he's a brat.

The Music Room- https://archiveofourown.org/works/5043655/chapters/11596453

Levi Ackerman resides in a facility for the terminally ill, angry and bitter toward the world for being stripped of his life before he's even allowed to live it. He keeps to himself and in fact shuns any kind of social interaction with anyone. That is, until he stumbles upon the music room, inhabited only by a cancer-ridden teenager who's just as lonely as he is.

Leave your Lover- https://archiveofourown.org/works/2062431/chapters/4482963

Levi is a 30 year old divorced Chef who works at his best friend's restaurant.

An ex military Sergeant, Levi lives his life according to a strict routine. One day, his strict schedule is thrown off when a mysterious cat makes it's way into his apartment from the open Balcony. When Levi hears it's owner knocking on his door, he wasn't aware that his life would be turned upside down and all because of this boy standing in his doorway with the biggest, brightest green eyes he'd ever seen and his name is Eren Jaeger.

The story in which Levi doesn't know he's gay and is in denial about it until a certain bright eyed boy moves in next door and steals his heart. The only problem is... he's got a boyfriend.

Comment On... - https://archiveofourown.org/works/7897357

Levi has come a long way since he started writing fanfiction, but there's always been that one reader who's stuck by him since the beginning. A fanartist for his fanwriter who goes by the name of Jaegermeister. After months of talking back and forth in the comments of AO3 one of them finally becomes brave enough to send a message on Tumblr that takes their conversations to a whole new level.

Promises Travel-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5524034/chapters/12751232

One promise could lead to more.  

And for Levi, he intended to keep every one of them no matter where Eren may be.

A Place for Hearts To Rest- https://archiveofourown.org/works/7189850/chapters/16318364

Levi is Eren's captain, and Eren assumed it would always be that way. Captain and subordinate, the way it was meant to be. But, when Eren's heat hits and the two can't resist each other, will the change be for the better, or the worse? Especially with the extraordinary circumstances that follow. There were orders they were meant to follow, rules that were not meant to be broken, and repercussions that would be dire, but no one can withstand the battering of wild instincts indefinitely and even taciturn captains sometimes have slip ups.

Only with the help of their friends are they able to come to terms with the sticky situation they'd managed to get themselves into. But, will it be enough to save them?

[suepixels]

08 |  HUNT

Bridgeport Quays, Spice District, Harbor.

10 minutes later. Levithian was on the hunt. 

Levithian POV This freakin’ joke is gonna pay that he touched Avea! Nero would have killed me if anything had happened to her...

I could smell his scent from afar. Of course, I followed him playfully light-footed for about one and a half miles until we reached a less crowded and darker place. 

As soon as we arrived at the harbor, I noticed that the whole area was empty. Perfect, My time to shine. [smirks devilish]

Levithian: Fella, fella...remember me? Oh, we're going have a blast!

Stranger: [shocked, but cool] What in hell? How did you find me?

Levithian: [snickers] Didn’t I tell you that I can smell your disgusting scent?

Stranger: Haa, sure. Don’t be a jerk, dude! You won, okay? So, do whatever you want...

Levithian: Oh, yeah I want you to promise me something. You will never ever touch a woman again in your life. Understood? Trust me, I will do what I want [smiles dastardly] Look, see that trash right behind you? That's what you are, and l strongly dislike trash! Don't worry! I will clean up the mess after you. 

Levithian puts a smile of death over his face. As his face darkens, filigree black veins appear around his suddenly dangerous sparkling eyes. His white sclera turns dark red and his eyes start to glow. Instinctively, the stranger takes a step back.

Stranger: What?? Your eyes are glowing and turned red? The hell is that even possible? I must be dreaming... N-No, it just can't be! I absolutely fucking refuse to believe that you exist.

Levithian: Say it, fella! What do you think l can't' be? 

Levi chuckles darkly and dangerously.

Stranger: Are you for real a v-vampire? [shaking like a leaf]

In a flash, Levithian clutched him by the neck. In shock, it took him a second to understand that both were floating midair. To him, the ground below them receded far away.

Levithian: [low] Right! I will be your first and last. That's the last time you have touched a lady against her will. She's already taken, though she doesn't know it yet. But she belongs to Nero. Now you made a capital screw-up, mate.

Stranger: [rattles pleadingly] Let me down!

Levithian: Oh, you want to kiss the floor, there you go.

Levithian drops him. Seeing how his prey trying the best to get up and escape? Makes Levithian burst out laughing sarcastically.

Levithian: Where do you think you can run and hide from me, huh? 

Swiftly floating down, Levihian attacks him again with full force and throws his body onto the concrete sidewalk.

Stranger: Aiden is my name. [whimpers] Please, let me go. I will never touch her again. I promise, but please let me go.

Aiden raises his arms, trying desperately to protect himself. 

Levithian: [sarcastic] Oh, poor Aidan! Did you think if I would know you by your name that I would get emotional? Sweet try, [snickers] Let me tell you straight what also turns me on: Your pure fear,  fear to die. [hisses darkly]

Levithian bends over him. While the poor soul desperately tries to escape from his firm grip, but there is really no escape at all. By design, a vampire is much more powerful than a human being. Once again, Aiden whimpers almost silently.

Aiden: Dude, I am genuinely s-sorry.  Please let me go. 

Aiden’s POV Solely my vain attempt to change his mind failed fatally. As soon his fangs sunk into my skin, all I could feel was a burning heat, how he drained my life spirit. My life slowly left my veins drop by drop. I did regret to the core that I messed around with that girl. But I knew it was too late to take that back. At the same time, a sudden last rush of heat made my body shiver and tremble in his deadly embrace before my breath started to slow down. My heart started to beat slower and slower...

With my eyes feeling so heavy, fatigue overtakes me. He's sucking my life force out of me. I am drained and exhausted. In my paralyzing fear, I could only perceive my own blood being devoured by some ravenous lips. Along with those dangerous eyes, his eyes... vampires exist! 

As soon as Aiden passed away, Levithian picked up his dead body and threw him over the harbor railing into the water.

Levithian: At least you tasted bloody good. I needed that. Thanks, mate.  

Levithian smiles deeply satisfied, cleans up his mouth, and heads straight to the Art District.

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