#and then it's marley suits levi

[leviismybby]

Sharing one bed with Levi during drip to Marley where you two are broken up, the tension in the air is thick, neither of you speaks. "I'll take the left side." You say, not in the mood for talking, Levi doesn't say anything just nods his head as she watches you sit on the bed. You can't help but glance over at him as he leans against the wall and looks outside of the window, as much as you hate to admit it, he looked good in that blue suit. Darting your eyes back to the selling, Levi looks over at you, his eyes lingering on your legs that were covered by stockings. Fuck he misses the feeling of them being wrapped around him as he- Levi says in his head, not letting those lewd thoughts enter his head. You were his ex and that's how it's going to stay. After a few minutes, you speak. "I have to change." Getting up from the bed, you make your way to your bag and pull out your nightgown. Of course, you packed that instead of just your normal pajamas but the silk was comfortable to sleep in.

Levi isn't looking at you, his back is turned on as he is too busy looking at the streets down below, wondering just how different the life was here than it was back on Paradis. You put your leg up on the chair to take the legging under your skirt off, you look back at Levi to make sure he isn't paying attention before rolling your skirt up, exposing your thigh as you roll one of the long stockings down. What you don't know is that Levi can see your every move in the mirror next to your bed, he knows he should look away but he can't, his eyes remain on you, on that beautiful body of yours as you undress. It isn't long before he feels his cock getting hard in his trousers, all he wanted to do was grab you, pin you to the bed and fuck your brains out but you were an ex. Just an ex...... So why does he find himself longing after that skin of yours, those lips of yours? However this night ends, he knows it won't without one of you lighting up that flame of intense passion and lust that never died out in the first place.

You take the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head, Levi has been quiet and that makes you suspicious but you're too tired to deal with his attitude. Levi's eyes follow your back, the soft skin he is begging to touch, he waits for you to take off that last piece of clothing to see your naked body in the dim light of the room. To think that he knows it so well, every curve, every imperfection and it hits him then, he doesn't want another man to see your body. "I just have to put the nightgown on then you can turn around again." You say but before you can put the silk fabric on, Levi's next words send shivers down your spine. "There is no need for that." He takes your waist and spins you around, the look in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine and makes your stomach turn. You open your mouth to say something and instead, Levi crushes his lips into yours, kissing you passionately. Every inch of your mind is screaming at you to push him away but your body gives in, your arms wrap around hi neck, welcoming his lips and his tongue. Your mind follows, letting him in completely.

And just like that, the old fire is burning more than it ever was before as your kiss turns messy, Levi's hands go down to your ass and he squeezes it, making you moan against his mouth. "Up." He says against your lips, his voice rough with lust, you jump up, wrapping your legs around his body. Levi carries you to bed, kissing and nipping on your neck as he lays you down on the soft sheets. He pulls away after a moment looking down at you, you're only in your underwear, he can't look away from you. This time you're the one who makes the move, you pull him down by his tie and kiss him, Levi grunts against your lips lying between your open legs, you feel how hard, how desperate he is for you. Your hands tig on his jacket, Levi takes it off, and he makes quick work of his tie and blouse, both found themselves on the floor next to the bed. You bite your lip, admiring his muscular form, he has got even more manly and you love it. Quickly, you reach for his belt, undoing is clumsily but before you can reach his zipper Levi stops you.

"Let me taste you first." Spreading your legs wider, Levi kisses down your body, he takes your nipple into his mouth, your body arching slightly at the action. He moved on, leaving a wet trail of his lips behind as he reached your underwear, he took them between his teeth and pulled them down, revealing your glistening wetness. "Fuck..." He grunts out before leaning down to lick your slit, your breath catches in your throat, hands immediately flying to his soft hair. His tongue starts to move more hungry, he doesn't let a single inch space him, the sloppy sounds of his mouth on your pussy and your moans are all that can be heard in the room. "Missed this fucking pussy so much." Levi mumbles taking your clit in his mouth and sucking on it gently, your hips buck against his face, his hands are grabbing your thighs, running up and down the skin. Those gray sharp eyes look up at you, his tongue flickering against your clit, the sight of you like this is something he wants to save in his memory forever.

His mouth works wonders on you, leaving you to be a moaning mess, he doesn't mind you gripping his hair, it drives him more knowing that the pleasure you're feeling is because of him. He knows you, knows exactly how to drive you over the edge and just when you were about to hit that delicious peak, he pulls away leaving you whining. A string of salvia is connecting his lips to your pussy as he pulls away. Levi licks his lips, kissing your twitching pussy, his mouth kisses up again. "I can't wait anymore. I need to fuck this cunt of yours." You nod watching as he pulls his pants and underwear down, his hard cock coming into your view. He lets you pump him in your hand a couple of times before he positions himself against your wet entrance and pushes in, a slight gasp leaving his lip. "Oh yeah...shit..." His head falls back, his eyes rolling at the back of his head, there is nowhere he would be more than right here like this.

With a deep breath, he starts to slam into you, his cock sliding into your warm walls. "Yes, Levi!" You moan, your hands on his lower back feeling each move of his hips. His eyes are filled with determination, he is focused on one thing and that thing is fucking you. Your voice gets louder and louder as his thrusts get faster and faster, each slam on his hips sending a different wave of pleasure through you. "Harder Levi! I want my harder!" He places his hands on your hips, giving you what you wanted, fucking you harder on his cock. The bed starts to creak under the two of you, the wooden headboard slamming against the wall. "Fuck yes! Right there Levi!" Your hands take hold of his forearms, feeling his biceps flex under your fingertips. "Yeah? Right here?" He says through gritted teeth, pounding you deeper and harder, making you both lose yourself in the intensity of the moment. This wasn't the right place nor the right time given that there is someone in the room next to yours and they are most likely hearing you two have sex right now. But it feels too good for the two of you to stop.

Levi's hands drop from your hips and he leans down against your body, kissing you on the lips while moving his hips, hitting deep inside of you. The kiss is sloppy, you feel the way his hands are gripping the sheets beside your head as he continued to fuck you mercilessly. Pulling away from the kiss, Levi grunts when your warm walls squeeze around his cock, he takes hold of the shaking headboard for support with both of his hands and then starts to thrust into you so hard that you scream out his name, your nails scratch down his back causing Levi to hiss but his hips only get more aggressive. "Fuck. This fucking pussy will be the end of me." The grip on his bad is hard, so hard that the wood starts to break at one point and you aren't even surprised, he has that habit. You feel his cock twitching inside of you as he hits that deep spot. "Yes Levi! I am cumming! I am cumming!" You yell, Levi spits on his fingers and starts to run your clit while keeping up his harsh pounding.

"Levi!" You scream and then squirt all over him, Levi stops moving for a second. "My my...I forgot that my girl was a squirter." Resuming his movements, Levi takes hold of the headboard again, feeling his orgasm built up. "Oh shit. I'll fucking cum.." With one last hard thrust, he quickly pulls out and spills his seed all over your stomach. Both of you close your eyes for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of each other. You open your eyes to find him already looking at you. Levi takes hold of your hosp again without even asking you. "Are we going for round two?" You smile and Levi smirks slightly. "No. We are going for ten more."

And that's exactly how it was. You two ignored the glaring looks Jean and Connie sent your way the next morning. When Hange informed you later on that they had a room next to you and Levi you felt bad but Levi just whispered in your ear. "Then they better prepare because I'll fuck you even harder later tonight."

[lucysarah-c]

Mother's smile

Summary: Raging war, it turns boys into men. Author note: Since the Marley world seemed to be around the 30s-40s, I’ll set this idea in a world that looks like the mid-50s. This is POST WAR. I've no idea what is this... the idea just came into my mind. Warnings: None...Angst? Perhaps? Word count: 3.8k Pairing: Dad! Levi x Mom! Reader

The muscles of his body twitched as he ran up and down, changing the train’s platform to return home. His hair flowed in the air, almost freezing from the bitter cold. He could feel the icy air biting at his undercut and chilling everything in its path. Exhaustion escaped with every puff of his reddened lips, the air condensing in front of his face. Yet, he kept running, desperate to connect one train to another.

If he didn’t time it perfectly, his family might begin to suspect he wasn't going to practice. He had quickly changed back into his regular school uniform in one of the train station's public bathrooms.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed a couple of girls. They couldn't be older than him, mumbling and locking eyes. He had no time to dwell on it, but he couldn't ignore it either. It was becoming a regular occurrence. People were starting to recognize him in the crowded streets of the capital.

"Why?" he wondered, even though he knew the answer. But he reasoned, "There are TV stars and movie actresses who take the train… I'm nobody."

He knew. Ever since someone took unauthorized pictures of him during practice, fully suited up, and they were posted first in the Paradise newspaper and then spread worldwide.

"Oh my- Sorry!" He almost tripped over someone. He quickly dodged a mother carrying two kids. "I’m SO sorry," he insisted.

"Please, something for my kids," she pleaded.

Levi's intuition told him something had been off lately.

"I’m so sorry… I have nothing," he replied, feeling a deep pang in his heart. The hunger and misery on the streets had only worsened since the war restarted.

—

"Could you set the table, love? Dinner is almost ready," Y/N said, breaking his deep thoughts as she handed him a pile of dishes. "It's just that the pot is old, and if I stop stirring it-"

"Sure," Levi quickly replied, not needing any further explanation. He stood up, grabbed the dishes, and wobbled a bit on his way to the dining room. "Tch," he clicked his tongue as he checked the clock. This was usually his son's duty.

Speak of the devil, the front door swung open. "I’M HOME!" Adrien shouted as he entered. 'Finally,' Levi thought. It was winter, and it got dark outside rather quickly.

"Welcome home, dear," Y/N said, peeking over from the kitchen to see her son taking off his shoes and coat in the hall. He quickly moved to give her a kiss on the cheek. "I was starting to wonder."

"I'm fine, I'm fine, mom," Adrien said, hurriedly.

"Dinner is ready," Y/N announced.

Adrien rushed into the dining room and almost bumped into his father.

"Where the hell have you been?" Levi demanded, almost pushing the dishware into his son’s arms.

"Sorry, I'll do it-" Adrien began, but as soon as he got closer, Levi grimaced in disgust.

"Shower, now. You stink," Levi commanded, holding onto the dishes.

Adrien took a quick sniff and seemed puzzled by his father's reaction. Groaning, he quickly moved upstairs. Levi frowned and continued setting the table. "The hormones are certainly working," he muttered.

Adrien had been arriving slightly late recently, not enough to raise concern but enough to annoy Levi. "The train services are delayed by the power outages…" Y/N tried to explain. These issues had become common since the war resumed and was edging closer to home as Paradise's forces, led by a queen Levi once helped put on the throne, continued their campaign.

Unauthorized pictures of his son had made it to the front page. His baby boy, photographed by spies. 'They fucking did not.' HIS baby boy, mocked by Paradise's news.

Initially, Levi thought it was a fluke. He went to grab the morning's newspaper at the front door and noticed the front page was missing. 'Maybe the boy tore it without realizing,' he thought. The delivery was usually smooth, so he dismissed it. He figured he could grab another edition on his way to his meeting. But when he saw it, his blood boiled.

Levi was furious. He broke every personal vow he had made to himself, that whatever war Paradise and the Jaegerists wanted to get into after almost 15 years post-Rumbling was none of his business. But taking pictures of HIS son and making fun of him? He made calls to people he hadn’t spoken to in years and simply stated, "Keep my son’s name out of your fucking mouth."

Adrien had been offered personal 3DMG training by the government from a very young age. Levi and Y/N were not naive. They knew since Adrien was a little kid why the government wanted him. He was Levi’s only child. The only available Ackerman after Levi and Mikasa stopped the Rumbling.

Levi had decided to break ties with the Paradise government because they continued to support the Jaegerists. He moved to another country, seeking peace for his family. That country was one of the few places the Rumbling hadn't devastated. He, Onkopop, Falco, Gabi, his wife, and his kids lived a peaceful life for many years.

Falco and Gabi eventually moved out as they grew older, though they visited frequently. Levi wanted to give his kid the childhood he never had. But he couldn't protect him forever. Adrien had insisted on practicing with 3DMG after being offered the chance as a kid. Levi stood firm on his decision. No. It was a firm no for months. Adrien was going to have a normal childhood, playing sports with his classmates and eating lunches packed by his mother. Levi had moved across the globe for his family to live without war, his family by blood and the one he made along the way.

The door slammed, surprising him. The family dog rushed to bark at the sound.

"Addy? You okay, kiddo?" Gabi asked, as they were still living with them. Hearing his son's name, Levi got up and walked as fast as his injuries allowed. It was too early for Adrien to be back from school. Also, Levi was the one who usually picked him up.

Wobbling, he reached the bedroom door, which was unusually closed. Even before he reached it, his heart began to ache as he could hear his 7-year-old boy's muffled cries. Adrien's chubby legs dangled from the edge of his bed, his face buried in the pillow.

"Oi, oi, oi," Levi said softly as he reached the bed and tried to gently push Adrien’s shoulder to the side to see his face. Adrien resisted. "Kid, what happened? Why are you back from school?"

Levi's mind raced, searching for injuries, any sign of hurt. Trying to come up with reasons, his brain was haunted by his baby’s endless tears.

"They kicked me off the team," Adrien finally managed to say between sobs. "The mothers complained that it’s not fair that I play."

Levi's heart sank. It had been hard for Adrien to make friends as a kid from another country, and he was obsessed with baseball since being allowed to join the team. He loved having a group of friends.

"I hate it, I hate it!" Adrien's soul-breaking cries echoed as his young mind couldn't comprehend the reasons. "Why can't I be normal?"

Levi forced himself out of his shock, slightly shaking his head to clear his mind. "Don’t say that. You’re normal. I'll talk to your teachers-"

Talking had never been his strength. He wished his wife was home.

“No, I’m not! All my friends look at me weirdly! Nobody wants to play with me anymore!” Adrien screamed at the top of his lungs. The frustration of his father not understanding only added salt to the wound. “I hate it!”

“No, Adrien—I'll talk—”

“I hate being an Ackerman!”

Levi felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart. White noise filled his head, merging with the sound of his son’s cries. Levi argued with himself that it shouldn’t have hurt as deeply as it did. “He’s just a kid who wants to play with the others,” he thought, remembering all the arguments he’d had with sports teams.

“It’s just not fair to the other kids, Mr. Ackerman.”

‘Next time, just point to my head,’ he thought bitterly. Watching his son sit on the benches with doe-like red eyes, trying to hold back tears at school, haunted Levi. He had come to pick him up and was forced to stay behind while the rest of the team practiced.

Falco and Gabi tried to play with him when they had free time, but they had their own responsibilities. Levi himself tried to play with Adrien as much as his injured leg allowed, but how fun could a one-on-one game be?

For many months, Levi refused to let Adrien take special training offered by the government. He knew they only saw his son as a potential new weapon.

“Daddy, did you see me? Did you see me?” Adrien’s face lit up with a smile that seemed too big for it, brimming with excitement after mastering a new 3DMG trick.

“Mm-hmm,” Levi hummed in approval, watching his son with a mix of pride and concern.

“He’s a prodigy, sir,” the female soldier standing next to him remarked. “You must be such a proud father.”

Levi’s death stare could hardly be disguised as he clenched his teeth. ‘This is wrong,’ he thought, but his hand, missing two fingers, reached for the Polaroid camera and took a picture. ‘It can’t be that wrong… if he’s smiling like this.’

“And then I twist! And then I jump! And then I—” Adrien rambled on excitedly at the dinner table.

“Addy, don’t talk with your mouth full,” Y/N gently reprimanded him, but he continued to beam, bright and cheerful, happy.

If teaching his boy everything he knew about 3DMG made him smile again, then perhaps it was worth it. He did it for his baby, only for his baby.

Adrien had grown into a moody teenager who now stole his car and rarely talked to Levi without an attitude. Levi wasn’t usually the melancholic type, but he missed the days when he was greeted at home with tight hugs and dreamy eyes.

Now, the war was getting closer to home. Paradise, untouched during the Rumbling, was growing increasingly tense. The Jaegerists wanted to finish what Eren had started, and the new regime wasn’t open to negotiation. They demanded blood; they demanded fire.

Admiring his reflection in the mirror, Levi noted how tired he looked. Time was unforgiving. He spotted several grey hairs among what used to be pristine raven locks. History seemed to be repeating itself, and sometimes he felt like he had fought for nothing. Small towns that were slowly rebuilding after the Rumbling were falling under the power of an island he had once defended with his blood and sweat.

The tie felt tight around his neck as he adjusted the bow tie. He had been asked—almost forced—to attend a charity event to raise funds for displaced refugees and military forces. They had declared war only a few months ago, and he felt strangely hopeless. “I’m just old,” he whispered to himself.

“Hey…”

Levi turned to his left to see his 16-year-old son leaning against the door frame with folded arms.

“Hey,” Levi greeted back cautiously. “I’ve no money,” he added quickly, the interaction feeling odd since Adrien rarely came into the couple’s bedroom, much less to talk to him.

Adrien rolled his eyes so dramatically Levi thought he might tear a muscle. “I wasn’t going to ask for anything!”

The teenager walked in and sat down on the bed, petting the cat. His long face and distant, translucent eyes were hard to ignore. Levi watched him for a while before turning back to the mirror to continue getting ready. The silence was so heavy it felt like breathing steam from the Colossal Titan.

After several minutes, Adrien's voice broke the silence, trembling with emotion. “You… you know I love you, Dad, right?”

Levi turned around, frowning deeply. “… What did you do?” he asked instinctively.

“Nothing!” Adrien's defensive tone only made him more suspicious.

“You got a chick knocked up?” Levi guessed quietly.

“W-what?!” Adrien’s face turned beet red with embarrassment. “NO!”

“What—”

“NOTHING! I did nothing!” Adrien protested, jumping up from the bed and heading for the door. “I’m never saying it again, you old man!”

The door slammed, and Levi clenched his teeth. The mood swings were something he wasn’t used to, no matter how hard he tried. Levi clicked his tongue. ‘What’s gotten into him lately?’

That was the issue; everything had been slightly off. Not enough to raise serious concerns, but as Levi walked downstairs to leave for the event, his mind kept replaying the scene in their bedroom. ‘Something smells off.’

‘I may be getting fucking old, but I’m not crazy.’

“He’s trying to grow up. Let’s show him that we trust him. Let’s give him some freedom, as long as he respects the curfew,” Y/N had tried to explain that shutting their son off wasn’t going to help.

Adrien’s insistence on coming home on his own… Levi had always driven him to and from school, especially since the school was quite far away by public transport. After the photo incident, Levi didn’t feel it was safe for his kid to walk back alone.

The front page of the newspaper had been missing the day his boy’s picture and the Paradise headline appeared:

“The Ackerman’s Cub: As Harmless as a Pussycat.”

Levi cursed at the memory, yanking his coat from the hanger by the door. Arms in—

It was too big.

He looked down at the sleeves, which hung past his hands. A part of his ego cracked a little—it was his son’s coat. His baby boy was growing non-stop, now 193 cm tall.

“Soon, he won’t fit through the damn door,” Levi muttered, half offended, half endeared. He wondered if he would have grown that tall if he hadn’t suffered so much as a child. “He truly inherited Kenny’s height,” his wife would say as their kid grew taller and taller.

Putting on his own coat—it was freezing outside—Levi sat in his car, but his mind kept circling back to it.

Adrien arriving late by only 10-15 minutes. His recent attitude wasn’t just typical teenage sulkiness; it was different. Adrien was distant but not moody.

Already at the party, Onyankopon, Falco, Gabi, and Y/N were talking around him, but Levi wasn’t there, at least not mentally. Call it the universe, call it signs, call it his Ackerman instincts. Call it what you want. But Levi knew something wasn’t right.

Suddenly, fragments of memories from the past month flashed through his mind. They hadn’t seemed suspicious at the time, just slightly unusual. Like that moment when he picked up something from Y/N’s boudoir table and got pricked by a needle.

“Ow,” he muttered, though it didn’t really hurt.

“Oh, I left a needle out? I thought I put it away,” she said innocently, placing it back in the sewing box.

Or when he was walking down the upper floor’s hall and noticed the string hanging from the attic hatch swaying. “Y/N, did you go to the attic?”

“No, why?”

“Nothing…” He meant to ask Adrien about it but got distracted by the teen blasting his record player.

Levi opened the door without knocking. He had warned Adrien to keep the door open multiple times. The teenager quickly turned down the rock music. “Hey!” Adrien complained, but Levi didn’t care.

“How many times do I have to tell you to keep the volume down? I’m half-blind; don’t make me deaf too,” Levi ordered. Before leaving, he added, “And get your shoes off the bed.”

Levi’s leg tapped against the floor uneasily. Something was not right. The silence of his brain seeking a logical explanation was becoming deafening. His wife squeezed his arm, drawing his attention.

“Captain Ackerman,” a man approached them, bowing slightly out of respect. Levi’s days as a captain were long gone, but he never lost the title in the eyes of some. “It’s an honor…”

The man’s hands fidgeted nervously as a timid smile appeared on his face. He pressed his lips together, wet them, and then opened them as if trying to find the right words. “It must fill your heart with pride that you and your family stood up in such a difficult situation and did the right thing. As a representative of the Eldian community outside Paradise, we don’t stand with the Jaegerist decisions—”

Levi dismissed him quickly. “No need to praise me,” he cut in, anticipating the man’s gratitude for his role in the fight against Eren during the Rumbling. “I fought for what I believed was right.”

The man’s face twisted in confusion. “No—I…” he stammered, his previous uneasiness turning to confusion. “I wanted to thank you and acknowledge your family’s altruistic action.”

“No need—”

“I mean, it must be an honor but also extremely hard for you as a father to allow your son to volunteer for the front lines.”

It hit Levi like a thunder spear, just as the one he had once used against Zeke. As if the explosion had gone off right next to him, and he could only hear the ringing in his ears. Y/N’s grip on his arm loosened in shock before her nails dug in as the realization sank in.

Despite his Ackerman powers, Levi felt control over his body slip away as his legs shook. It felt impossible to breathe as he drove back home as fast as he could, but it surely felt as if his lungs caught no oxygen.

He slammed the door open, his injured leg giving way as he rushed upstairs to his son’s bedroom. Pain fading into nothing as it once did during the war. The white noise in his brain was shattered by Y/N’s piercing scream when they found the bedroom empty, except for a single paper note on the made bed. Falco held Y/N as she broke down in tears.

Levi’s face remained expressionless, but it felt as if his heart had been ripped from his chest. Holding the note in his hands, he sank onto the mattress. The bed where he had once read Mother Goose stories.

“I’m sorry… I just couldn’t sit back and do nothing.

P.S. Sorry for the coat.”

His baby, his baby boy. The mere thought of Adrien witnessing even half of what he had as a soldier brought tears to Levi’s eyes, a knot forming in his throat. His child, stolen from his arms, dragged into the chaos like pigs to a slaughterhouse. Everything Levi had fought for, everything he had done…

If only he hadn’t used that thunder spear, he would be as good as new. He would have fought a thousand wars and led a thousand more just to keep his baby safe at home. To wake up to Y/N making his favorite waffles on a lazy Sunday morning.

It should have been him. He should have been in better shape. If only—

After a few days, Levi understood what Adrien meant about the coat in the note. His lost eyes fixed on the piece of clothing that had been cut. His old scout’s jacket, stored in the attic, had been altered. Adrien must have cut and sewn the Wings of Freedom patch onto something else. The house had become a cemetery since the day Adrien left. Y/N hadn’t been able to sleep soundly as she usually did, waking at the slightest sound.

“I thought I heard the front door,” she said, as Levi tried to calm her down in the middle of the night.

Levi hated rock music; he found it too noisy. But one afternoon, he felt compelled to put on one of Adrien’s records. Each second felt like it was squeezing the life out of him.

As the days passed, the missing front page of the newspaper became a sign enough. The news arrived loudly at their home.

“Undaunted. As the higher-ranks abandoned the zone, giving up the strategic petrol supply, Adrien Ackerman held the front lines and won.

A kid worth an entire army, honoring his name.”

Levi’s eyes scanned the paragraphs without emotion. “While all wore the same uniform, Ackerman decided to stick a striking patch to his. ‘They called me powerless, so I made myself an easy target. If they want to come for me, let them come, and I’ll put up a fight,’” the article quoted Adrien.

A scoff escaped Levi’s lips; he had surely inherited his temper.

“I cut and stuck the article to my locker to remind myself who I have to show their place,” Adrien replied when asked about the Paradise press’s coverage.

“LEVI!” Y/N’s voice echoed through the house. He rushed to her side with worry, only to find her smiling softly and sobbing as she watched the black-and-white TV.

The screen showed his baby boy, his comrades ruffling his hair, beer bottles flying in celebration, and citizens offering him drinks. They hadn’t won the war, but it was clear this victory was much needed to lift their spirits. People looked at Adrien with starry eyes, much like they had looked at Levi after their first wins against the Titans.

Levi’s lips trembled as he bit the inside of his cheeks, trying to hold his composure.

“He’s alright,” Y/N whispered, slightly relieved. “God, he got your knack for giving me a heart attack.”

She tried to joke, but noticing her husband’s silence, she turned around. “Oh… Lev…” she sighed, quickly moving to hug him tightly.

Tears streamed down Levi’s cheeks as he watched his baby on the screen, basking in the attention and hope he gave to others. They hadn’t won the war, but for now, it was enough.

“We knew deep down we couldn’t shelter him forever,” Y/N said, caressing him. She understood the weight now on Adrien’s shoulders, responsibilities that had haunted Levi for many years. She sighed, making peace with herself. A part of her had known from the moment she gave birth to an Ackerman that this day would come.

However, through watery eyes, Levi saw something different. Watching the young man on the screen, Levi whispered with a broken voice the same words he had said when Adrien was born.

“He got your smile.”

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Seeing Levi in his Marley trip suit changed lives.

[violet-fluff]

Levi x Marley! Reader (Oneshot)

At the drop of a handkerchief

You're strolling through the streets of Marley, humming happily as you eye all the new vendor booths that have come to sell merchandise on this sunny afternoon.

Food, flowers, jewelry, everything you can imagine is here today, with vendors waving you over in an attempt to sway you to buy something.

Although nothing was catching your eye and you were about to call it a day and head home until...

The most beautiful creation stopped you in your tracks.

With your heart pounding and your cheeks flushing red, you lean behind the wall, trying to hide yourself as you take in such a beauty.

But this beauty is no object....this beauty is a person.

A beautiful man.

Skin as white and shiny as a pearl.

Hair as dark as the night.

Eyes as grey as metal.

This man was nothing you have ever seen before.

Quite literally. The suit he’s also wearing is not something you typically see the men of Marley wearing.

He must be from a different country. Which means it will be harder for you to convince him to stay, because there is no way you’re letting this magnificent creature escape you.

Surrounded by his own group of people, you’re anxiety and nerves tell you that you’re not brave enough to go interrupt their conversation to start a new one, so you’re left with no choice…

Smoothing your hair and outfit, you start walking towards him with your head held high.

As you look towards the blue sky, you tell the universe to let it be known if he is your soulmate or not during this test.

As you inch closer, you smile to yourself as the group notices your presence, and when you walk barely past the beautiful man, you slyly flick your wrist to release your handkerchief.

‘One duck, two duck, three duck…’ You count in your head to time how long the seconds pass as you continue walking.

“Oi! You!”

Time stands still as your heart pounds and you do a smooth swivel of your feet to turn around. Your breath hitches when the beautiful man is waving your handkerchief at you.

“You dropped this.” He tells you, his face showing no emotion.

A bit intimidated, you slowly walk over to him, but before you can reach out and grab your belonging, he crumples it in his hand.

“It’s too dirty now.” He grunts, and with his slim fingers, he digs into the front pocket of his dark blue suit.

“Here, you can have mine. It’s clean.” He says, holding a perfectly folded handkerchief out to you.

“O-oh! Ok!” With shaky hands, you grab it from him and gently hold it in your palm. “Thank you, sir. This is very sweet of you.”

Bowing your head slightly in thanks, you quickly turn on your heels and leave.

He watches you leave and Gabi scoffs.

“Gross. I can’t believe I just witnessed that.” She says with a gag.

Levi raises a brow. “What?”

“You fell for the oldest trick in the book.” Falco laughs lightly.

“I have no idea what either of you are talking about.” Levi clicks his teeth and leans against the wall, continuing to watch you walk further and further away.

Onyankopon smiles gently. “It’s something Marley women do to get a man’s attention. They act like they drop something in hopes you pick it up for them.”

Levi’s eyes widen in realization while Hanji bursts out laughing.

“No way, shorty! She had her eyes on you!” Hanji grins and slaps his shoulder.

Falco smiles while Gabi pretends to puke again. “And you gave her a new handkerchief. She’s probably planning your wedding right now.”

Connie gasps. “Captain! Are you going to go after her!”

Levi clicks his teeth. “No. I don’t have time for romance. We have more important matters to work on right now.” He looks away to hide his embarrassment.

Jean sneers and adjusts his hat. “I can’t believe the captain is the one getting all the women.”

As they continue to pester Levi, you watch from afar through a window in a bakery.

“Um, Miss…” The clerk comes up behind you, “You have to buy something to sit in here.”

You wave him off with a hush and go back to watching over your soul mate.

*the dropping of an item to catch the attention of a man was a real tactic used by women during the Victorian era

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Sealing the Deal | #LeviMonth2024 Fluff Oneshot

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“Hey, do you wanna get married?”

Levi was caught a bit off-guard by your question, having not expected the sudden proposal. The two of you were already living together and regularly experienced the domestic life. Marriage wouldn’t have changed much.

“What?” you asked, with a subtle undertone of defensiveness present in your voice. “War’s over and restoration efforts are going smoothly. Why not?”

A few years had passed since the Rumbling, with the two of you having settled down in Marley. You had discussed marriage in the past, but the opportunity kept slipping away from you due to everything that was constantly popping up back on the island leading up to the Rumbling.

A small frown crept onto your face as you noticed that he had remained quiet the entire time.

“Well, I mean we don’t have to,” you added, slightly embarrassed at the idea of bringing it up if he wasn’t interested. “Was just a thought.”

“I didn’t say no,” he finally responded with a shrug. “Would like to not make it too big of a thing, though.”

Levi wasn’t too big of a fan of crowds, and neither were you. A lot of the friends that you would have originally invited had passed on, but the two of you would have likely eloped regardless. Having that exorbitant amount of attention placed on you for an entire day sounded like a nightmare.

You eventually decided on a garden wedding in the backyard of your home with a few close friends invited, primarily the remainder of the 104th that Levi had essentially raised, Gabi, Falco, Onyankopon, and a few others that you had kept in touch with post-war.

One of the first things you did upon settling down in Marley was building yourselves a house, which included a decently-sized backyard since the two of you liked sitting outside.

The ceremony was set to be simple—just a ring exchange and kiss, with some photos to keep for memories, and a potluck with friends afterwards. It’d feel significant enough, but you’d be able to keep it cozy and personalized in the way that made sense for the two of you.

You took a deep breath as you slipped into the dress that you had prepared for this special day. It was a simple white, flowery dress that flowed over your curves. You had found it at the market the other week while picking up some groceries and thought it was appropriate.

You weren’t sure why you were as taken aback as you were when you stepped out and landed your eyes on Levi. Similar to you, he had gotten a suit specifically for the occasion. He was beautiful as always, with his suit perfectly fitting his shoulders and hips. For a moment, the only thing going through your head was the thought of you ripping it off him later in the night.

Knowing that you wouldn’t be able to have dedicated alone time with him until much later into the evening, you shook your head as you felt yourself getting worked up. You took a deep breath, instead directing your attention towards the little jewelry box in your hand that contained his wedding band.

You found yourself feeling nervous as you walked up towards him, with your heart pounding in your chest as your hands grew cold. It was silly to be as nervous as you were. You had seen him a million times. He had seen you at your worst. There was very little that could happen that would actually embarrass you in front of him. Yet, you still felt anxious.

You were fine once you actually stepped up to him, with your pulse resetting back to its baseline the minute you looked into his eyes and recognized the softer look in them that he reserved only for you.

Levi ran his one good eye down your dress, wondering when you had even gotten the time to get it. He hadn’t even been aware that you went out to secure the dress. You looked gorgeous in it, but Levi and you both knew that you could’ve worn pajamas to this and he wouldn’t have cared, other than maybe a bit of discomfort at the idea of getting home clothes dirty by wearing them outside.

He cleared his throat as a way of gathering both his own and your attention back to the present task—presenting your rings.

“Shall we?”

You had been distracted as you were gazing into his eyes, but you quickly readjusted and nodded, bringing out the small box.

“You first?”

Upon seeing his nod, you began to open the box, finding yourself fumbling with the small container due to your nerves.

Once you finally got it open, you lifted the cover to reveal the simple, deep dark green, single-colored band.

You were overly cautious as you pulled it out and stepped towards him, your hands visibly shaking as you brought the small piece of jewelry towards his extended hand.

Having noticed your nerves, Levi placed his other hand on your forearm to help steady you.

The simple touch was enough. It was like a breath of fresh air as your movements stilled, and you were able to smoothly slide the ring onto his finger.

You kept your own hand extended, watching closely as he pulled out a thinner, but overall matching ring. You had picked the rings out together, so you knew what yours looked like and that it fit perfectly, but you still felt nervous as you watched him slide it on.

You couldn’t keep the smile from forming on your face as it finally hit you that you had “sealed the deal”, even though functionally, nothing had changed.

The two of you found yourselves just staring at each other in astonishment, the whole thing feeling surreal despite the fact that there wasn’t any form of a surprise factor to it.

“…you may now kiss the bride?”

Levi’s eyes widened ever so slightly before he scoffed at your cheesy joke.

“Smartass,” he muttered, before wrapping an arm around your waist, and pulling you in, your body pressing up flush against his. He gently pressed his lips against yours, and you shut your eyes, smiling into the kiss as you returned the affectionate gesture.

Functionally, nothing had changed. Yet, you still found yourself looking forward to experiencing a new chapter in your lives—one without war or violence, just each other, and weaving a life together that helped you encourage each other to keep moving forward.

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[the-traveling-poet]

Just sitting here thinking about tipsy! Levi. Inspired by this lovely post I came across~

The war had ended a year previously, leaving millions to pick themselves back up from the carnage and reconstruct new lives for themselves amidst the construction of the new world, as the press was calling it.

This led you to a life of, considering your past, ease. You’d moved in with Levi, accompanying him on his self-healing journey and to open his very own tea shop here in Marley; your new home.

Though he preferred black tea, (or green tea, as he’d learn to love after discovering it, thanks to Falco and Gabi once he’s settled in your new home) you’d convinced him to develop a taste for fine Marleian wine.

So here you both sat, enjoying a bottle or three between the both of you. You legs stretched out before you on the grassy embankment you had chosen for your little picnic with your former Captain. Resting your back against the maple tree behind you, you chanced a glance at the weathered veteran at your side. He lifted his glass to his lips and took a long sip, his eyes closed in complete bliss.

The look suited him; a man who’d known nothing but hardship all his life, finally able to relax and unwind.

Suddenly, he caught your eye and smiled. Actually smiled.

“What’s on your mind, Levi?” you’d asked him softly, raising your own glass to your lips.

“You.”

Taken aback, you averted your gaze back to his sacred face and raised a brow, setting your glass down at your hip.

“Me?” you nearly whispered.

“Mhm,” he nodded. “After everything…You’re still here. With me. I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my new life. I’m glad you came with me…Work at the cafè with me. Live with me…Stay with me.”

He suddenly grinned, something you’d never seen him do before. The sight caused a hundred butterflies to erupt in your gut. Wether it was the bottle of wine he’d downed all on his own, or his emotions causing this sudden speech, you weren’t sure. But you’d be damned if you questioned it even for a moment.

“I want every day to be like this…With you.” He whispered, leaning in slowly to seal his words, his promise, with a feather light kiss to your lips.

The taste of wine on his own lips and tongue was hardly enough to deter you from responding immediately, enveloping him in all of your love.

“I’m not going anywhere Levi. Not now, not ever.”

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[cosmicjoke]

Here's an excerpt from my latest chapter of "This Life, After", featuring Levi, Hange and Onyankopon.

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He stares down at Levi with the same shock he imagines the rest of them feel at the sight of their Captain.

Levi was more than a man, Onyankopon thought.

He’d seen him lift an anvil when he’d first come to the island.  Lifted it right off of its block like it weighed hardly a thing, holding onto it for long minutes while Hange rearranged the workshop to better suit their needs, until finally telling Levi where to put the block of iron down in its new place.

Levi hadn’t complained once.  Had just stood there like some silent sentinel, face unreadable.

Onyankopon barely knew the man, despite having spent four years in his close proximity.  Levi hardly spoke, and when he did, it was rarely ever to him, his words always blunt and short and to the point. 

Onyankopon had never seen him engage in idle chatter about anything. 

There was only one time, Onyankopon recalled, of them holding a real conversation together.  That night before they’d left Marley, back to the island to prepare.  He recalls the Captain’s plain dismay at the situation, then.  Recalls his naked grief.  Remembers thinking, then, that he understood Hange’s words, about Levi’s good and compassionate nature.

Onyankopon had watched him too, from the airship in Liberio.  Watched him move like some kind of god, zipping through the air at inhuman speeds, hitting his enemies with a power that didn’t seem possible.  Had watched him take down Zeke Yeager’s Beast Titan like it was a joke.  Of course, that had been pre-planned, but still, Onyankopon had heard from Hange how Levi had done so for real, not long before they’d come to the island.  Had sliced the Beast Titan down as easily as a cat would destroy a mouse. 

Hange says he’s a good man.  The best man.  Has told Onyankopon that he shouldn’t let Levi’s mute and seemingly apathetic demeanor fool him.

Hange says he cares more deeply about other people than anyone they’ve ever known.

Onyankopon can hardly believe this is the same man.

Levi lies there now, silent and still but for the harsh, rattling wheeze of his breath, face wrapped in bloody bandages, the red bleeding through the gauze, blooming bright in the center of older, browning spots, despite Hange’s best efforts to sew the wounds closed.

Onyankopon swallows down the sickness churning in his gut as he watches them unwrap the bandages, exposing the horror underneath.

Levi’s face is destroyed. 

Beneath the horrific split running from forehead to chin, bisecting his right eye, Levi’s skin is deathly pale, save for the vicious bruising, stretching from the bridge of his nose, over his eye and down along his cheekbone, swelling painfully evident.  His skin is washed in a thick sweat. 

The damage itself is a terror, bright red with inflammation, seeping droplets of blood through the ugly, black stitchwork.  It must be the work of over 600 stitches, Onyankopon thinks.  He’ll lose his right eye, likely.  At the very least, he’ll be blind there.  The rest of his face is a patchwork of similar, smaller lacerations and wounds, all of them deep enough and wide enough to require the same, crude stitching. 

The index and middle fingers of his right hand are missing, the blood bleeding through the wrapping, the same as his face.

Hange works, cleaning the wounds, changing the bandages.  Onyankopon doesn’t know how Levi is alive. 

He’d taken a direct hit from a thunderspear blast, Hange explained.  It had gone off directly in his face.

It should have killed him.  Even with his strength, it should have. 

Hange thinks he must have reacted somehow.  Turned away, shielded himself just in time to avoid the full brunt of the explosion. 

“His reflexes are good enough,” they’d said. “He would have had to react in hundredths of a second, but his reflexes are good enough.”

Onyankopon holds a closed fist against his mouth as Hange unbuttons Levi’s shirt.  His chest and abdomen are a mess of wretched contusions, covering the entire expanse, leaving barely a sliver of his original skin color behind.  Bruising so deep, it’s pure black, unnaturally red round the edges.  There are a few patches of scorched skin, first and second-degree burns.  Hange treats them the best they can, using some sort of ointment they’ve concocted, gentle as they pat at the burns. 

There are no external wounds beyond that that Onyankopon can see, but he’s not a fool.  Even if Hange hadn’t explained to him that Levi’s insides were torn apart by the blunt force trauma of the blast, he could have guessed at the internal bleeding.  It’s only confirmed by the trickle of blood that seeps from the corner of Levi’s parted, dried lips, colorless like the rest of him. 

Hange dabs at it, and Onyankopon thinks this man is going to die.

Hange presses their ear to Levi’s chest, listening, brow furrowed in concentration, lips pulled into a deep frown, before finally they lift their head, and does Levi’s shirt back up.

“His heartbeat is strong,” they say, pulling the blanket back up to Levi’s chest.

“How is he still alive?” Onyankopon can’t help but ask.  He knows it’s maybe insensitive, but he’s astonished, and horrified.  He can’t imagine the pain Levi is in.

Out here in field as they are, they’ve no access to any sort of pain medication.

Hange shakes their head.

“He’s Levi,” they say, shrugging, like that should explain anything, “he’s strong.”

“Yes, but…” Onyankopon feels that same roiling in his gut, bile at the back of his throat, “he must be in agony.”

Hange nods.

“He is,” they say, so matter of fact, Onyankopon doesn’t know how to respond.

Finally, Hange stands and comes toward him, reaching out and taking him by the elbow, pulling him from the room.

They stand in the narrow passageway of the ship, just the two of them.

Hange is a tall woman, nearly his own height, though Onyankopon knows they don’t really identify as that.  They’ve explained it as having no gender, though they’d never seemed to take offense at being spoken and referred to as a woman, and Onyankopon isn’t one to judge . 

“He’s going to want to fight,” Hange says to him softly, and Onyankopon can’t help the scoff which slips past his teeth.

“He can’t,” he says.

“No… he shouldn’t.  But he will.  You don’t know Levi well.  He won’t allow himself to sit this out, even if he can barely stand.  He’ll find a way.”

“Well, can’t we just stop him?” Onyankopon asks. “Force him to stay behind?”

Again, Hange shakes their head, sighing, pressing a hand to their forehead.

“He won’t accept it.  He’s a stubborn goat.  You don’t know him well.  He’d never forgive himself for letting others fight while he did nothing.”

“But… that’s absurd.  Nobody expects him to fight.  He’s half-dead.”

“He’s more than half-dead,” Hange says, voice heavy and dull, like they’re being crushed beneath the weight of… everything. 

He remembers when he’d first met them.  They’d been so full of life.  So exuberant, eyes bright and filled with wonder. 

He barely recognizes that person in this one.  Hange feels like a husk of who they’d once been.

This damned war.  This damned, stupid fighting.

Onyankopon hates Marley.  He hates them for what they’ve allowed to happen.  For the lives they’ve ruined.  Lives that had never done them any wrong.

“Onyankopon, listen… I need you to promise me something.”

“Of course,” he answers, “whatever it is.”

Hange pulls in a deep breath, letting it go slowly, before looking him in the eye.

“If I don’t make it…”

“Don’t say that,” Onyankopon cuts them off quickly, his face contorting with grief. “Hange, don’t talk like that.”

“If I don’t make it, Onyankopon,” they insist, forging ahead, “I need you to take care of him.”

They gesture back toward the room where Levi remains.

“He needs help,” they continue, ignoring the tears which well, sudden and fast in Onyankopon’s eyes. “I’ve told you before, but…” they shake their head, “please… Levi is a good man.  He’s the best of us, Onyankopon.  I know he doesn’t seem it, and that you don’t know him well, but… you have to know… he’ll give everything and won’t leave a thing left for himself.  He needs someone to help him.”

Hange looks away suddenly, wiping at their face.  Onyankopon sees their hands shaking.

“… I love him, you know?  Not… not like that.  He’s my best friend.  He’s the best friend I’ve ever had.”

They look back to Onyankopon, tears standing stark in their eyes.

“I wanted to take care of him, after all this.  I thought… if we both somehow made it, I wanted to take care of him.  To give him back even just a little of what he’s given the rest of us,” they shake their head, face lined in grief. “… I was so stupid.  I didn’t think… I never imagined he could be hurt like this.  That he could die.”

They laugh, the sound bitter and angry.

“I should have protected him better.  I should have known he’s human, just like the rest of us.  I got too comfortable, relying on his strength.  We all did.  I was happy to take it from him, even when he needed it for himself.”

Onyankopon reaches out a hand, placing it on their shoulder, squeezing.

“You’re too hard on yourself, my friend,” he says gently.

But Hange only shakes their head again.

“No, I’m not.  All of us are guilty of taking his strength, letting him give it, even to his own detriment.  He’s so strong, and we let that blind us to how much pain he’s always been in.  He’s always carried us.  It’s always been him who’s carried all our dreams on his back.  He’s never… never even believed in this shit.  Never believed in some better future or world.  He did it for us.  He fought because he knew how much that dream meant to us, and he never asked for anything in return.  He never wanted anything from us.  Onyankopon… I need you to take care of him.  He… he’s not going to be the same, after this.  He’ll destroy his body in the coming fight.  He won’t be capable of caring for himself anymore.  Not after this.  And if I don’t make it, who’s… who’s going to help him?  Who’s going to take care of him?  Nobody even understands… they don’t understand how good he is… how hurt he is… and he won’t ask… he never asks for anything…”

Tears course down Hange’s cheeks, and Onyankopon doesn’t think, only pulls them against his chest, arms wrapped tight around their back.

“I will,” he whispers against their ear.

“Promise me, Onyankopon.  Swear to me you’ll stay with him.  No matter how hard it gets.  No matter how hard.  Swear to me you won’t ever leave him.”

“I swear, Hange,” he breathes, “I won’t ever leave him.  I’ll stay with him always.”

“No matter how hard it gets?” Hange presses.

“No matter how hard,” Onyankopon promises, “I’ll take care of him, Hange.  I’ll always take care of him.”

And he feels Hange nod against him, then, their own arms coming around him, holding him tight.

“Thank you, Onyankopon,” they say, “thank you.”

[shiorihyugawrites]

The Legendary Black Cat

Selena de la Rosa, known across Marley as the Legendary Black Cat, is the world's deadliest assassin—a master of agility, precision, and deception. When Marley turns against her, she is shipped to Paradis as a living weapon, chained and drugged, with her survival all but assured to be short-lived. But Selena is no ordinary prisoner.

Bound by no one, loyal to none, Selena plots her next move, determined to seize her freedom by any means necessary. Yet, her plans are complicated by the Scouts who captured her, particularly Captain Levi Ackerman—the so-called Humanity's Strongest Soldier. Selena is intrigued by his strength and reputation, but her pride refuses to acknowledge him as her equal.

Caught between Levi’s unrelenting gaze, Selena plays a dangerous game of manipulation. She’s biding her time, but when the moment comes, will her calculated escape bring her freedom—or will her path collide violently with Levi’s unwavering resolve?

The Black Cat has always landed on her feet, but for the first time, she might meet her match. (Levi x OC)

Chapter Ten

Selena stepped out from behind the curtains, the fabric brushing aside as she strode into the room with a newfound confidence. She was no longer clad in the ragged, oversized, and frankly hideous brown dress she had been wearing when she first escaped. Now, she was dressed in a simple but well-fitting white button-up shirt tucked neatly into brown trousers that hugged her frame. The clothes were plain by Survey Corps standards, but on Selena, they looked anything but ordinary.

She turned on her heel, hands on her hips, and gave a little spin as if she were on a runway. “Well?” she asked, her voice laced with mock arrogance. “How do I look?”

Hange was immediately beside herself with excitement, clapping her hands like a child at a festival. “You look amazing, Selena! I knew these clothes would suit you perfectly!” Hange circled her, gesturing wildly. “See, Levi, doesn’t she look great?”

Selena smirked at Levi, her poison-green eyes gleaming with mischief. She placed a hand on her hip and shifted her weight, subtly accentuating the curves the tailored trousers now revealed. “What do you think, Capitán?” she purred. “Do I pass inspection?”

Levi, who had been leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed, gave her an unimpressed look—or at least, that’s what he was aiming for. In truth, his eyes had already roamed over her form, taking in every detail. He noted how the clean white shirt fit snugly across her shoulders, how the tailored trousers highlighted her long, lean legs, and how she moved with that same feline grace that had earned her the codename "Black Cat."

He begrudgingly admitted to himself that Selena was beautiful. Stunning, even. But he wasn’t about to let her know that.

“Don’t get used to it,” Levi muttered, his voice low and disinterested. “You’re not here to model.”

Selena tilted her head, her smirk widening as she sauntered closer to him. She walked on the balls of her feet, he noticed, almost as if she were prowling. It was so natural, so fluid, that it was hard to tell if she was doing it on purpose or if it was simply ingrained in her. She truly was like a cat, every movement deliberate and precise, as if she were ready to pounce at any given moment.

“Aw, Capitán,” she said, her voice dripping with mock hurt. “And here I was thinking you’d be a little more appreciative. After all, I’m finally dressed like one of you now. Doesn’t that make me a part of the team?” She batted her eyelashes dramatically.

Levi’s brow twitched, and he exhaled sharply. “Hange, stop hyping her up,” he snapped, turning to glare at the scientist, who was practically vibrating with enthusiasm.

Hange grinned. “Oh, come on, Levi! Admit it, she cleans up nicely! Don’t you think so, Commander Erwin?”

Erwin, who had been quietly observing from the other side of the room, offered a diplomatic smile. “It’s good to see her looking more comfortable. But remember, Selena,” he said, his tone shifting slightly, “you’ve joined the Survey Corps now. This isn’t a fashion show. There’s still a lot of work ahead.”

Selena turned her smirk toward Erwin, giving him a mock salute. “Of course, Commander. I’ll try not to outshine the rest of your team too much.” Her words were teasing, but there was a glint of sincerity in her eyes.

Levi clicked his tongue, his irritation barely contained. “Tch. Don’t flatter yourself. And stop walking around like you own the place.”

Selena leaned in slightly, lowering her voice so only Levi could hear. “Careful, Capitán,” she whispered with a playful smirk. “You keep staring at me like that, and I might start to think you’re interested.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed dangerously, but the faintest flush of color rose to his cheeks. He quickly turned away, muttering something about “annoying stray cats” under his breath.

Selena straightened, watching him with a satisfied grin. She had won this round, and she knew it. But as her gaze lingered on Levi for a moment longer, she found herself intrigued. His reaction wasn’t just annoyance—there was something else there, buried deep. Something she wanted to uncover.

“Alright,” Erwin said, interrupting her thoughts. “Now that you’re ready, Selena, let’s move on. We’ll introduce you to the rest of the team properly.”

Selena glanced at Erwin, then back at Levi, before giving a casual shrug. “Lead the way, Commander,” she said, her tone light. But as she followed him out of the room, her mind was already working. This place, these people… they were different. And for the first time in a long time, she felt something stir in her chest. Something she wasn’t quite ready to name.

As they walked toward the main tent to reintroduce Selena to the other scouts, Selena fell into step beside Levi. Her mischievous green eyes sparkled with amusement as she tilted her head to look up at him.

“So, Capitán,” she purred, her voice teasing as always, “what’s my role going to be on your team? Am I going to be your second-in-command? Your shadow in the field? Or maybe your personal bodyguard?”

Levi stopped abruptly, his steel-gray eyes narrowing at her. He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “You’re not on any team yet,” he said flatly, his tone clipped. “Erwin might have let you join us, but you’ve got a long way to go before anyone here trusts you. And that includes me.”

Selena placed a hand over her heart, feigning offense. “You wound me, Capitán!” she exclaimed, though the smirk tugging at her lips betrayed her mock sincerity. “After everything we’ve been through together? I saved your life, you saved mine—it’s practically a partnership.”

Levi clicked his tongue in irritation. “Tch. Partnership, my ass. You’ve got a lot to prove before you’re anything more than a liability. Starting with spilling the real truth about Marley. Not the half-baked bullshit you fed us the first time we questioned you.”

Selena’s smirk faltered for a split second, replaced by a brief flicker of annoyance. But before she could retort, Erwin chimed in, his voice calm yet firm. “Levi’s right,” he said, glancing back at her. “If you want to earn our trust and truly join the Survey Corps, we need full transparency from you. No more half-truths, no more evasions. We need to know everything.”

Selena sighed, brushing a strand of dark hair out of her face. “Fine,” she said, her tone less playful now. “What do you want to know?”

Levi didn’t waste a second. “How many more assassins does Marley have?” he demanded, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. “When we questioned the Marleyans, they said there were ten of you. Showtime, Shadow, Salamander, Hummingbird, and you—that makes five we know about. What about the other five?”

Selena’s eyes glimmered with something unreadable—was it annoyance, pride, or perhaps regret?—before she answered. “Three of them are dead,” she said, her voice steady. “I killed them myself when I fought back against Marley. Viper, Power, and Night. They were ranked five, six, and seven.”

“And the last two?” Erwin pressed, his tone measured but curious.

Selena shrugged. “Sparrow and Manta,” she said, almost dismissively. “They’re the youngest and the least experienced. Ranked nine and ten. They’re more like trainees than actual assassins. Marley wouldn’t bother sending them here because they know those two wouldn’t last a day.”

Levi’s expression remained skeptical, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Convenient,” he muttered. “But even if they’re as weak as you claim, Marley might still send them eventually if they get desperate enough.”

Selena leaned closer to him, her voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial whisper. “Oh, trust me, Capitán, you’d take them out in less than a minute. They’re not worth the effort.”

Levi didn’t move, didn’t react, but his sharp eyes stayed locked on hers. “We’ll see,” he said simply, his tone as unreadable as ever.

Erwin, however, nodded thoughtfully. “It’s good to have this information,” he said, his gaze steady. “But there’s more we’ll need to know, Selena. You’ve been inside Marley’s walls, trained by their best, and seen their inner workings. We’ll need every detail you can give us if we’re going to use you as an asset.”

“The two you should really worry about are Hummingbird and Salamander,” Selena said, her voice steady but tinged with a hint of tension. 

Hange raised an eyebrow, immediately intrigued. “What makes them so special?”

Selena exhaled sharply, as if bracing herself for the explanation. “Aoi Fujisaki—Hummingbird—is ranked third. She’s the fastest of all of us. Faster than me,” she admitted, glancing at Levi as if anticipating a reaction. “Her speed is her weapon. She’s so fast, you’ll never see her coming. Aoi doesn’t waste time on theatrics. She’s in, out, and you’re done before you even realize what happened.”

Levi remained silent, his eyes narrowing as he processed the information. “And Salamander?” he prompted.

At the mention of Salamander, Selena hesitated for a fraction of a second before her usual composure returned. “Kwasi Ngozi—Salamander—is ranked second,” she began. “He’s not just strong; he’s a force of nature. His punches feel like fireballs. He hits you, and you don’t get back up. Period. He’s also ridiculously durable. It’s going to take more than speed or strategy to bring him down.”

Hange whistled lowly. “Speed and strength, huh? Sounds like Marley’s been busy creating quite the lineup.”

Selena gave a bitter chuckle. “Busy creating weapons, you mean,” she said, her voice sharp. “That’s all we were to them. Tools to do their dirty work and be discarded when we were no longer useful.”

Levi’s eyes stayed on her, his usual unreadable expression unwavering. “And you know them well enough to be certain of their weaknesses?” he asked pointedly.

Selena tilted her head, her smirk returning slightly, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “I know them better than anyone,” she said. “We trained together, fought together—hell, survived together.”

She deliberately left out the detail that Salamander, Kwasi Ngozi, was much more than a former comrade. He had been a toxic presence in her life, an abuser she had fought hard to overcome. But she wasn’t about to let that vulnerability slip through now. That part of her past was hers alone.

“And their weaknesses?” Erwin asked, his tone calm but commanding.

“Aoi’s strength is also her weakness,” Selena explained. “She relies entirely on her speed. If you can slow her down, even for a moment, she’s vulnerable. As for Kwasi…” Her voice trailed off slightly, and she clenched her fists unconsciously. “His ego is his weakness. He likes to toy with his opponents, show off his strength. It makes him predictable if you know how to bait him.”

Levi studied her closely, his sharp eyes catching the subtle flicker of unease when she spoke of Salamander. “Sounds like you’ve thought about this a lot,” he said, his tone neutral but probing.

Selena’s lips curved into a tight smile, deflecting the question. “Let’s just say I’ve had plenty of time to plan for the day I’d have to face them again.”

Hange’s curiosity was piqued, but they wisely refrained from pressing further. “Well, at least we have some intel to work with,” they said, their voice lighter in an attempt to ease the tension. “Not that it sounds like it’s going to be easy.”

“It won’t be,” Selena said bluntly. “But if we’re lucky, Marley won’t send them both at once. Separately, they’re dangerous. Together…” She trailed off, letting the implication hang in the air.

Erwin nodded, his expression thoughtful. “We’ll be ready,” he said firmly. “And so will you.”

Selena glanced at him, then at Levi, whose gaze was still locked on her. “I always am,” she said with quiet conviction, though deep down, she knew the fight against Kwasi would be the most personal one of all.

But Levi didn’t miss the slight hitch in Selena’s voice when she mentioned Salamander’s name, nor the subtle tightening of her jaw as she spoke about his abilities. It wasn’t like her. Selena, for all her flamboyant confidence and sharp tongue, rarely showed discomfort. It was a crack in her armor, and Levi wasn’t going to let it slide.

As they walked through the camp, Levi slowed his pace, letting Erwin and Hange move ahead. Selena noticed and raised an eyebrow, clearly aware that Levi had something on his mind. She didn’t say anything, though; she just kept walking, her posture as graceful as ever, her head held high.

“Stop,” Levi said suddenly, his voice low but firm.

Selena halted mid-step, turning to face him with her trademark smirk. “Something on your mind, Capitán?” she asked, her tone dripping with feigned innocence.

Levi crossed his arms, his sharp eyes boring into her. “You’re hiding something,” he stated bluntly.

Selena tilted her head, her smirk widening. “Hiding something? From you? Never.”

Levi didn’t flinch, his expression unchanging. “Don’t play dumb,” he said. “It’s about Salamander. There’s more to the story than you’re letting on.”

Selena’s smirk faltered for a split second, but she quickly recovered, shrugging nonchalantly. “I told you everything you need to know,” she said smoothly. “Kwasi is dangerous, strong, and has an ego the size of a titan. What more do you want?”

Levi stepped closer, his presence unyielding. “The truth,” he said simply.

Selena’s eyes narrowed slightly, her playful demeanor slipping just enough to reveal a flicker of irritation. “I already gave you the truth,” she said, her voice sharper now. “What, you don’t believe me?”

“No,” Levi said flatly. “I don’t.”

Selena’s lips pressed into a thin line, and for a moment, she looked like she might lash out. Instead, she let out a short, bitter laugh, shaking her head. “You’re persistent, I’ll give you that,” she said. “But trust me, Capitán, whatever you think you’re going to find out, it’s not worth your time.”

Levi didn’t budge. “You’re deflecting,” he said, his tone colder now. “If we’re going to fight these assassins, I need to know everything. That includes whatever it is you’re keeping to yourself about Salamander.”

Selena’s eyes flashed, a mix of anger and something else—something closer to fear. But she quickly masked it with her usual bravado. “Fine,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You want to know the truth? Salamander and I used to be teammates. We trained together, fought together. We were good at what we did, and Marley loved us for it. Happy now?”

Levi’s gaze didn’t waver. “Not good enough,” he said. “There’s more.”

Selena crossed her arms, mirroring his stance. “What more do you want, Levi? Do you want me to spell out every gruesome detail of my life? Do you want to know how Marley turned us into monsters? Or is this about you trying to find some weakness in me?”

Levi took a step closer, his voice dropping even lower. “I want to know if you’re going to be a liability when Salamander shows up.”

Selena’s expression hardened, her smirk completely gone now. “I’m no liability,” she said fiercely. “I’ve fought bigger monsters than him, and I’ve survived. Whatever you think I’m hiding, it won’t stop me from doing what needs to be done.”

Levi studied her for a long moment, his piercing gaze searching hers for any sign of weakness. Finally, he stepped back, his arms dropping to his sides. “If you’re lying,” he said, his voice like steel, “it’s not just your life on the line. It’s everyone’s.”

Selena’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, she looked like she might say something. But instead, she simply turned on her heel and started walking again. “Noted, Capitán,” she said over her shoulder, her tone light but her posture rigid. “Now, if we’re done playing twenty questions, I believe we have work to do.”

Levi watched her go, his expression unreadable. He didn’t believe her—not entirely. But whatever she was hiding, he’d figure it out eventually. He always did.

Hange turned to Erwin, her brows knitted together in confusion. “What just happened?” she asked, her voice tinged with disappointment. “She was fine a second ago. Did Levi say something to her?”

Erwin looked equally puzzled, his gaze following Selena as she stalked off, her shoulders stiff with tension. “I don’t know,” he said slowly, his tone thoughtful. “But something clearly upset her.”

Hange huffed, crossing her arms. “Levi, what did you say to her?” she demanded, turning to the stoic captain. “We were just about to introduce her to the rest of the scouts! Now she’s walking off like that.”

Levi didn’t respond immediately. His eyes were still locked on Selena’s retreating form, his sharp mind turning over the conversation they’d just had. He wasn’t sure what exactly had set her off, but one thing was clear to him now—there was something deeply personal between her and Salamander.

Finally, Levi sighed and crossed his arms, his expression unreadable. “I pressed her about Salamander,” he said bluntly. “She’s hiding something.”

Hange raised an eyebrow. “And you thought now was the best time to interrogate her?” she asked, exasperation clear in her voice. “Levi, she just agreed to join us. We’re trying to build trust here, not make her feel like she’s under constant suspicion.”

Erwin frowned, considering Levi’s words. “Do you think she has a personal connection to Salamander?” he asked.

Levi nodded, his jaw tightening. “It’s more than just knowing his tactics or fighting him before,” he said. “The way she reacted when I brought him up... it wasn’t just about strategy. There’s history there.”

Hange groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Great. So, instead of introducing her as our new ally, we’re dealing with whatever emotional baggage she has with one of Marley’s top assassins. Fantastic.”

Erwin’s gaze turned serious. “We need to tread carefully with this,” he said. “If Salamander does have a personal connection to her, it could complicate things when we eventually face him. But that doesn’t mean we should push her too hard right now. She needs time to process.”

Levi’s frown deepened, but he didn’t argue. He knew Erwin was right—pushing Selena further right now would only make her more defensive. Still, his instincts told him that whatever she was hiding could be crucial when the time came to face Salamander.

Hange sighed and waved a hand toward Selena’s direction. “I’ll go talk to her,” she said. “Try to smooth things over before we introduce her to the others. Maybe she just needs someone a little less... intense.”

Levi gave her a pointed look but said nothing.

“Good idea,” Erwin agreed, nodding. “We’ll wait here and give her some space.”

Hange jogged off after Selena, leaving Levi and Erwin standing in silence. After a moment, Erwin glanced at Levi, his expression calm but probing. “You suspect more than just a professional rivalry, don’t you?”

Levi’s gaze didn’t waver. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “And if I’m right, it could make things messy.”

Erwin nodded, his face grave. “Then we’ll need to prepare for that possibility. But for now, let’s focus on bringing her fully into the fold.”

Levi didn’t respond, his mind still lingering on Selena’s earlier reaction. Whatever she was hiding, it wasn’t just a minor detail. He could feel it in his gut—it was something big, and it would come to light sooner or later. The question was whether it would help them... or tear everything apart.

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Nelaaaa!!! BB TODAY I AM HERE FOR SOME NELA X LEVI HEADCANONSJDJD .. tell me the little stufff toooooooo 🤍

Hi lovely. This one was so fun to write. <3 thank you for the request and please let me live in my delulu world 🌎

Levi and I currently live in Marley (What's left) in a coastal town where the streets finish at the beach.

Levi, though he doesn't admit it, is still afraid of the elevator. He just can't trust it. It jars him when it quivers right before stopping, and he hates it's tight and stuffy. He prefers swallowing the pain in his leg to risking getting stuck and climbs the stairs up to the third floor. And it is worse when the chains start to screech pleading for maintenance. In his defense, he claims it is a great exercise. He takes his time and says hi to the brats who live in the second floor. Sometimes he brings them desserts from the tea shop.

Levi loves sea food, specially shrimps. That is why I took some cooking classes with Niccolo. Steamed, stir-fried, tempura, in pastas, salads, rice and ceviche, I had to learn every preparation. Though we usually eat at home, we love trying new restaurants in town. From fancy to fast food. Once I tried to cajole Levi to a street food stall but he refused, questioning their cleaning procedures.

Levi owns a tea shop downtown that has been awarded twice by the city's chamber of commerce for excellence, quality and service. He was interviewed and his photo appeared in the newspaper, with Gabi and Falco thumbing up behind him. We still have the clippings of the articles, and Levi had the stars framed. He spends all day drinking tea, doing accounts, making payments to suppliers, bossing everyone around, the latter his favorite. When he loses his patience, he jabs the staff with his walking stick on the back of their knees. He also likes to go on Sundays to the spice market where herbs and spices from all corners of the world are found. He takes them home and experiments with them to develop new blends. Although sometimes we have purged by accident.

Meanwhile, I work at the post office right across the street and in my break time we had lunch together in his office and take naps.

We spend hours in the cleaning supplies aisle because Levi can't decide between lavender, cinnamon and apple or citronella. In any case, he decides on all three. One day after work, he brought home a wooden barrel with a crank handle. He explained that it was for washing clothes, although it took me a while to understand how it was operated. He acquired it at a home novelty fair after the inventor convinced him by promising to make our lives easier. I thought it was a scam, but he made it work! It really saves us time and I don't have to ruin my manicure anymore.

On my last birthday, Levi got me a gramophone. We love dancing in the living room despite our clumsy feet, and we’re often off the beat. But who cares, with a drop of wine sprinkling the mix, we hardly notice it. I’ve been collecting discs from thrift stores and garage sales, cramming our place, so Levi felt compelled to build a box to store them safely.

As you might guess, Levi is little fond of PDA. He only feels confortable holding hands, however, from time to time I’d steal a kiss to tease him. He grunts and mellows right after, blushing like a teenage boy kissing his crush for the first time. In private, on the other hand, he’s embarrassingly clingy (don’t ever mention it). When we’re reading in the sofa, he’d snuggle on my chest and loves it when I drop kisses on his head and coddle him. He loves hugs from the back and unexpected kisses on the cheek. Levi is milk with sugar but needs to keep a reputation.

We love traveling. For our honey moon, we visited a tropical island in hizuru. Roasted on the beach all day. He’s still wary of the sea water, can’t stand the slimy animals brushing his legs. But he enjoyed the scenery, the food, drinks and long loving sexy sessions in our suite with ocean view. We’ve been to other places, even though the voyage makes us seasick. We’ve seen temples, museums, archeological sites, lavender fields, all captured in photo albums.

Levi and I live a slow, tranquil life after the war. I think that we deserve that respite. <3

[elmundodeflor]

This wasn't supposed to happen, he tells himself. He shouldn't be doing this, he repeats, — and it seems like it's the tenth time he's said that ever since they've left the house.

It was Connie the one who had shrunk half of the Ambassadors' suit-uniforms, anyways. Why couldn’t he be here, then, instead of him? All he wanted was to spend his day off lazing in bed. Maybe, even revisit his long-forgotten sketch-book for a new draw.

But not this.

"I was covering up for your hangover ass!", Connie had said, in his own defense. And it was true. Back in headquarters, they had equally divided the list of chores between all of them. Armin cooked on Mondays, Reiner made the beds on Tuesdays and he did the laundry on Wednesdays.

Still, it wasn't his fault that Pieck's pair of trousers looked like those of a toddler's. At least, not directly.

"Jean.", she calls him out of his train of thought. There's a suit pastel yellow dangling from the hanger between her hands. It's bundled up with a white shirt and a matching pair of pants, all too colorful to use at any diplomatic meeting. "What do you think of this?"

He furrows a brow. She can't possibly be serious, — and yet, the look on her face tells him that she totally is.

"Well...", he starts. If there's anything he's learnt during his time living with the Ambassadors, is that Pieck is never afraid of having fun with her fashion. Sometimes, he recalls, she'll wear pineapple-stamped blouses around the kitchen. Others, it'll be the neon-pink socks peaking from under her long, pleated skirts.

"I guess that'd be a great choice if we wanted to look like a duck's thrown up on us..."

She rolls her eyes at him.

"You're a boring-ass man, Kirstein."

He shrugs, and stares at her for a moment; — the triumphant smile that brightens up her features. The spider-web earrings that show through thick, black hair. It amazes him, really, how irremediably different they are. He’s all slick-shirts, shiny shoes. She’s the type to throw some sneakers underneath her dresses.

"I've been told worse.", he says. And that is true, as well.

Pieck chuckles, then puts the suit back to where she’s found it. She looks ridiculously tiny, floating around the shop in her green, wide-legged trousers. Jean knows, right as he watches her again, she’s an enigma, sure enough. A five-foot-two paradox he can’t quite figure out just yet.

He shakes his head. The boutique Armin's sent them to seems awfully empty for a week-day afternoon. There are roads of folded clothing to cover up the walls, gowns neatly placed by size and color. Normally, they'd have a tailor do this for them. But with the new peace treaties incoming, they had no other choice than to run in emergency.

He takes a grey suit from the hanger, feels the softness of it between his fingers. He remembers the first time they'd been in Marley, back when hope was intact and the world was new. It all appears to be a distant blur now; a gleaming daydream lost within the alleyways.

He’d actually worn something similar to it at the time, he figures. They’d been shopping with Levi and Hanji the week before departing, and it’d been quite the adventure. They'd acted like an old pair of lovebirds, he tells himself now, looking back on it. They'd pick up outfits for Armin and Eren, — call out Sasha for spending her loan in food instead of clothing.

“What about this one?”, he shows Pieck, then.

She makes a face, but ends up giving him a small push, up towards the dressing rooms, after.

“Off you go!”, she says, as she takes a suit that matches his, and disappears behind the curtains herself.

Jean can’t help but roll his eyes. If there’s any other thing he’s learnt about living with the Ambassadors, is that Pieck’s weird, — hard to read as letters carved on stone. It’s not only because of how she dresses, but also due to everything else. Truth is, she’ll make odd noises when she laughs at Reiner. Put cheese between two walnut cookies and call it a day.

“Well, didn’t I tell you we’d look killer with thi—?”

He stops himself.

Outside her dressing room, she stares back at him, — makes a little pose in front of the full-body mirror that they share. She wears a white, simple blouse, tucked inside a long, grey skirt, that she’s paired with a plain linen blazer. She’s utterly gorgeous, achingly delicate and elegant, there— standing under the stage lights.

It takes a minute or two for Jean to regain his composure.

"Meh,", she shrugs, but it’s just to poke fun at him, at last. "I'd say it's alright for someone with such a boring taste."

He bites his tongue. If a single glance could kill, then, he swears, Pieck Finger would be dead and buried. She turned out to be quite the expert at getting on his nerves, after all.

"So, how you’d make it better, huh?"

She says nothing. At least, not at first. Instead, she spins through the store and goes to the tie-section, — grabs one that's navy blue.

"Hm", she holds it up next to Jean's face. The bright spotlights cast a golden sheen in her hair. Make it seem as though her eyes are fresh dew on an early morning. "Guess this one could go."

Jean raises a brow at her, but doesn't really reply, whatsoever. She's gotten close to him now, — so much so, he can count the specs of violet that dapple in her irises. Name the tiny freckles that dot over her cheeks, and that he'd never even noticed were there before.

"You really think so?”

Pieck nods, then gets up on her tip-toes.

"Yeah", she wraps the tie around his neck, first. It's a funny image, Jean thinks, as she tries to make up a knot — her stretching up, while he has to crouch down for her to reach him. To be fair, he has to be thankful that they're the only two people in the store at the moment. "I genuinely do."

He goes back to looking at her. He can feel the warmth that oozes from her body. Sense the trickle of her fingers against his neck, his shoulders. She’s beautiful like this, — cute, even. Her hair’s a mess, her eyes are drooped and tired. But she smiles at him like she doesn’t have a care in the world. Touches him as if he was made of the thinnest of glass, way too fragile for her clumsiness.

It is nothing like the first time that they saw each other, he notices. Not only because she was in her Titan form, but because he’d thought, then, that her hands could only be made for killing.

“Hold still, idiot.”, she laughs at him, and Jean straightens himself up. He sees it as fascinating— that her knuckles are all caked-up in battle-scar. Her palms are rough, baked in pink linings that turn gold under the sunset. But something soft can bloom from under them, —something tender. It’s in the way she holds him, with such care, — like he’s precious. How she tickles him in the tiny spot behind his ear, plays with him like they’re kids.

“Pieck…”, he sighs. His hand brushes a black lock off her face, — does it in a way that’s slow and delicate, as if time had stopped, right there and then. Matter-of-fact, he doesn’t even know why he’s done it, or when, — just that he felt like it. That his body acted on its own, without ever warning him of what it’d do.

She smiles at him.

“We should…”, she stutters. The bridge of her nose is flushed of a light shade of rose. Her cheeks scorching, twinkling beneath the afternoon-hours. “We should get goin’…”

Jean nods, but doesn’t pull away, at last. Pieck’s hands are on his neck, locked in around the tie, still, — his are on her hair. It’d been too long since he’d last felt like this, — as if his heart could jump, do flips inside his chest. If anything, he finds that, maybe, her palms build things back to life, as well. That they’re not only meant for destruction, but are capable of love. Of holding him like he’s broken, and they’re there to put him back together, after all.

“Yeah, right”, he says, finally, after a second or two; a small smile pulling from his lips, too. “I guess we should.”

[m-jelly]

Hello jelly!

Can I request a masculine Female reader x Levi? Like shes very strong, TALL, has a really quiet and badass personality lol. Levi is all for it honestly.

Ideas for theme cause idk.

Guard reader x Prince levi

Marley/ war

Modern Au

Thank you have a fabulous day!

@ladycheesington

My sword and my heart

Levi x Fem!Reader

Royal AU, Prince Levi, tall reader, muscular reader, strong reader, secret romance, fluff, loving Levi, Levi is a bit of a simp/fan.

Levi has admired and loved you for so long. He can't help but flirt with you and get you so flustered. He finds it enjoyable to get you, a strong and tall woman, to blush hard when he looks up at you and compliments your skills and beauty.

No tags as it is reader-specific.

The royal tournament used to be something Levi hated, but then you joined his guards. Now, Levi looked forward to the event. You loved competing in his name and crushing all the competition. The love you had for it was clear to Levi when you battled, which was one of the reasons why he enjoyed it so much now.

This year it was a summer event and all the royals and families of high standing put a guard, knight or a few soldiers forward for battle. Others always put in a few, but Levi only ever put just you in. He made sure your armour was perfect for you and you were comfortable within it.

You were a marvel to behold in your comfortable armour. You never wore overly heavy things, just the right amount that allowed you to be flexible, move fast and allow your muscles to breathe. You were rather proud of your outfit and it was the second event you had gone to. A lot had changed since the last one, now you were romantically involved with the Prince and he was making steps for love to be allowed so you could marry.

You pouted a moment as you adjusted your large sword in its scabbard. You looked around for the Prince, but couldn't see him. You felt a little deflated that the man who had stolen your heart was not here. For so long you swore you would dedicate your life to being a guard of the royals and fighting bad people and monsters. The concept of love was just not something you considered, but here you were searching for the man you loved.

"Knowing you are looking for me makes my heart flutter."

You looked down at Levi in his royal suit. A blush spread on his cheeks at seeing all his medals. It was a white suit with many gold buttons and a white cape on one side and red on the other. His hair was tamed back showing off his handsome face. A sword was in a scabbard on his hip.

You bowed your head to him. "Your highness."

"No need to bow." He offered his gloved hand to his butler. "I have something for you." He took something from the butler and showed it to you. "I hope you like it."

You gasped at seeing the grand dark green cape with Levi's royal arms on. "It's incredible, your highness. Is it really for me?"

"Yes."

You clenched your fists as you fought your emotions. "Thank you. I will wear it with pride."

He pulled away when you reached for it. "No, no. I insist on putting it on you." He walked behind you and connected it to your shoulders. "There, perfect." He walked around to face you. "It won't slow you down or get in your way, will it?"

You shook your head. "N-no. I can fight with it." You puffed your chest out. "I can fight better with it! It'll fuel me!"

He touched your armour at the front before leaning up and kissing the corner of your mouth. "May that fuel you better."

You shivered. "Yes, your highness!"

He smiled fondly as you ran towards the tournament grounds. He climbed up to his seat allowing him to look down at the grounds. He sat in his cushioned seat and felt himself smile as soon as he saw you standing with pride. Yet again, you were the only woman out there fighting.

The event started as normal, and the Emperor of the land announced the reason for it. Jokes were made about you as well, but it was clear that this was not getting to you and you were just excited to fight. There was a burning fire within you to fight with everything you had.

The first round king of the hill. It was one-on-one fighting and whoever won would remain in the arena and keep fighting until they were knocked out, or they won. It was an exciting battle and really got the crowd going.

Levi felt a burning pleasure and desire run through him as soon as you walked with grace into the area. You held your head high and readied yourself. For someone so strong and tall, you moved with grace and poise. Your movements were like a dance. Your body would twist beautifully and then you would use such powerful strength that came from raw rage.

Levi was on the edge of his seat as he watched you cut down every single man you faced off against. Your last opponent was the Emperor's who was known to have a massive ego. It was clear that he was trying to get into your head by talking to you, but it only made you want to kick his ass more.

The battler didn't take very long. You went right into attack mode and knocked him back with a slash after slash. Levi's heart skipped a beat when you sliced so hard that you cut his sword in half. He stood up when you got in your opponent's face, pulled back and twisted so beautifully with your cape and kicked him hard.

The area was quiet for a moment, but then all eyes were on Levi as he jumped up and cheered with pride. As soon as Levi cheered for you, so did his staff with him and your guard friends who were protecting him. It made your heart flutter and tears fill your eyes when you saw how much love there was for you.

The victories didn't stop there. You dominated the tournament and won almost everything for Levi. The ones you didn't win were the ones you weren't taking part in. The horse racing was nailing biting close between you and a rather lovely knight who was always kind to you.

At the end of the tournament, you were ready to gain your award but the Emperor did you dirty. You were disqualified for breaking his knight's sword. You accepted it, but it was clear Levi and his people were furious. So, you had to honour them.

You strolled over to where Levi was sitting. You could see the hurt and anger in all their eyes. You smiled at Levi and placed your hand on your heart. You dropped to one knee and bowed before him. You rose up and inhaled deeply before speaking.

"Prince Levi! It was a great honour to fight and win this tournament for you! Long may you rein!"

Levi's cheeks burned at your speech. You had said you'd won, even though the emperor said you hadn't. Levi hated the Emperor of this rival land, so it made him happy you were standing up to him. Plus, declaring long may you rein about Levi was a bigger blade to dig into the Emperor's ego.

Levi ran down to the fence and leapt over it. He raced over to you and yanked you to your feet. He gazed up and smiled. "You are so beautiful." He pulled you down and kissed you with all the love in his heart. "I love you."

You whined a little at everyone seeing that you and Levi had been in a secret relationship. You were worried, but you knew you were strong enough to protect the two of you from others. You held Levi's hands in yours and smiled sweetly at him.

You leaned closer to him. "I love you too, Levi."

He kissed you and hummed a laugh. "Using my name and no title in public, huh?"

"I will accept any punishment."

He pulled you along to his staff and the guards. "Let us return home. We have to celebrate your victory." He paused a moment. "We are all proud of you."

You welled up as you looked around at the staff, guards and then your lover. "Thank you, all of you."

[leviismybby]

Levi pulling the reader somewhere quiet and flipping her skirt up (if you know what I mean 😏 ) while they were in marley

Anons, some of you should consider writing fr.......

Warnings: Nsfw 18+, minors dni, rough sex, Levi being horny asf

You don't even know how Levi managed to pull you into a random room while the house was full of people but here you are. His leg is between your thighs as his kisses mark the skin of your neck.

Not that you are surprised, his eyes were undressing you the moment you put a skirt on, it was like something inside of him just snapped. He couldn't wait until the two of you were alone.

There isn't much time, Hange wanted to get a look around so the two of you will have to be quick.

He kisses back up to your lips, his tongue entering your mouth in a second. His hands wander all over your body groping your breasts before moving lower to your skirt. He gently pulls it up just enough for his hands to sneak in and squeeze your ass which makes you wrap your legs around him.

Your own hands are exploring the fabric on his shoulders, lightly tracing circles on them. His head pulls away from you and he playfully bites your lower lip. "Do you even know how good you look in that fucking skirt?" His hands are still on your ass massaging the era his hands roughly squeezed a moment ago. "Can say the same to you about that suit."

"Fuck come here." He kisses you again, tongues fighting for dominance. Soon your skirt finds itself pulled up all the way to your hips as Levi grinds his erection against your pussy. He is so fucking hard and you are so fucking wet. Judging by the way he has been eager, there will be no foreplay.

"Can't wait anymore. You remember our safe word baby?" His lips are back on your neck. "Don't need it." You chuckle and Levi groans at your response. Your hands go down to his belt, undoing it quickly.

Once it's undone, you squeeze his cock with your hands and he moans against your jaw, biting the skin. Out of nowhere, you're turned against the door, arms on the wood to support yourself.

"You ready love?" You nod, biting your lip. He moves your underwear to the side just enough so that he can enter you. As soon as you feel his cock push past your walls, you slap a hand over your mouth to prevent yourself from being too loud.

Levis head falls onto your shoulder as he starts moving his hips in a fast rhythm. "Fuck baby you're soaked." One of his hands wraps around your waist and the other finds itself around your neck.

You hope that no one will pass this room because the sounds of skin slapping against skin are loud. Any adult would know what is happening in these four walls if they walked by.

His hips snap into yours at an unforgiving speed, you grip on the hand that's around your neck, nails digging into his skin. "Can fuck this pussy all f-fucking day."

The hand that was around your waist is now on your hip as Levi arches you more towards him. This angle hits your spot perfectly and you gasp, your hand leaving your mouth to get a hold of him.

You feel a harsh slap on your ass. "You want them to hear you huh?" He slows down a little teasing you before slamming into you just as fast as before. His index finger is in your mouth and you suck on it hoping that it will help you to be at least a little quiet.

But as Levi pulls you fully towards him so that your back is to his chest, the moan that leaves your lips was impossible to repress. He turns your head to him, looking into your eyes. His eyes are filled with lust, nothing in them but the urge to bring you to your orgasm.

"L-Levi..." You grip his hair, the hat that he was wearing fell to the ground long ago. "You gonna cum for me yeah?" Nodding your head, you pull him in for a kiss, moaning against his mouth.

His cock slows down but his thrusts get rougher. He is fucking you so good. Too good. The pleasure you're feeling is indescribable, all you want to do is cum but you want the moment to last a little longer.

Levi feels your pussy squeeze his cock and his hand reaches down, rubbing your clit. It's all it takes as you pull away from his lips, eyes rolling at the back of your head.

"Shit. Shit baby." He bites your earlobe and you feel his cum fill you up nice and warm. "You said that you were cold earlier. Maybe I should always warm you up like this hmm?."

You don't respond to him because you can't. Still in bliss from the intense orgasm. Levi pulls out of you once he gets soft and pulls your underwear as they were, keeping his cum in.

That damn skirt falls over your legs again, it's a good thing. People won't notice that his cum is dripping down your thighs.

Levi kisses you after fixing his belt and putting his hat back on. You're always impressed at how this man can go back to that stoic look like he didn't just fuck the breath out of you against this same door.

"We should go look for the brats."

"Ah. Now that's on your mind Mr. Ackerman?"

"Shut up before I rip that skirt of yours in half."

You laugh,you will start wearing skirts more often from now on....

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Taglist: @youre-ackermine @the-milk-anon @yakaaamoz @levisbrat25 @levisgreyeyes @notgoodforlife

[youre-ackermine]

Today I received a few new items for my collection : the Pop Up Parade figure of Levi in suit in Marley + 5 gashapon. The gashapon of Levi sleeping (alone) was out of stock so I ordered Levi + random. The random figure I got is sleeping under the cut beside Levi 👀

[Once again sorry for the low quality pics lmao]

Lucky me 🍀 it's Hange 💚💜

Look at those cuties taking a well deserved nap!

[kpoptrassshhh]

Sakura Petals

Genre: Fantasy AU!

Rating: PG-13, M (some parts)

Pairing: CaptainLevi! x Co-CaptainReader!

Setting: Pre-Rumbling, Takes place in between seasons 3 and 4 of AOT when the dream team travels undercover to Marley right before the raid on Liberio.

Summary: You never thought you'd live in a world without titans. Let alone outside of the walls. After the reclamation of Wall Maria, things seemed to speed up so much that the past four years seem to blur together. The countless meetings, driving the titans to extinction, being promoted to captain, even all of the new Marleyean allies that you've come to know and befriend all seem like distant memories now. The only thing that seems to be staying in place in your life is him. Levi. Which, I suppose, makes sense considering the man absolutely hates change. Actually, the man seems to hate everything. Or, so you thought.

(Trigger Warning! Mentions of abuse and death.)

"Do you have a reason to be out past curfew, or are you just stupid?" Levi asks dryly, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walks up to you.

At the sound of his voice, you turn towards him, a small smile playing faintly on your lips as you respond, "guess I'm stupid then." A soft chuckle rumbles in your chest and you turn back to face the moonlit ocean. The waves seem to blur into one as the moonlight dances across them, and you bring your knees up a little closer to your chest.

A sardonic smile ghosts at the corner of his lips, "If you're stupid, it's a wonder you've made it this far."

A laugh tears its way out of your throat and you glance up at him from your seated spot, "Well, in that case, I must be a genius, huh?"

He snorts softly, a quiet 'tch' following suit as he shakes his head, plopping down beside you, "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

The air between you silences and for a few moments, the quiet sound of crickets chirping is almost snuffed out by the crashing of the waves against the sand. This sort of peace is nice, however fleeting it may be, especially in this line of work.

Levi clears his throat quietly, dusting a bit of sand off his pants leg as he raises his knee up, laying his arm over it. He lets out a huff before he speaks, "Speaking of..." His voice trails off for a moment, almost like he's hesitant to say what's on his mind before he gently shakes his head and begins again, "Did you come out here 'cause you couldn't sleep?"

Running a tired hand through your hair, you let out a soft sigh before flashing him a sheepish smile, "Yea, the nightmares seem to have gotten worse...if that's even possible."

Levi looks at you, and for the shortest of seconds, you swear you see his expression soften a bit before quickly returning to his usual aloof demeanor. He takes a moment to study you, almost like he's assessing you before he finally opens his mouth to speak, "They'll subside eventually."

He doesn't avert his gaze, nor does he reach out to touch you. Instead, he climbs to his feet, brushing the sand off his clothes before offering a hand to you, "Come on, let's get back to the camp. Perhaps the walk and night air will help put your mind at ease so you can sleep."

You glance at his hand, then up to his piercing grey eyes. If there's one thing that's absolutely undeniable, it's that Levi is, for lack of a better word, breathtaking. Every feature. Every dip. Every crease, curve and line, perfectly crafted. Sculpted into the gorgeous man that stands before you.

Swallowing thickly, you take his hand, trying to ignore the way this simple action has your heart beating so hard it feels like it's going to come straight out of your chest. He pulls you up with ease, his hand lingering on yours for a moment longer than it should, before he pulls away.

He tucks his hands back into his pockets as the two of you begin to make your way back to the designated campsite. For the first couple minutes, neither of you speak. The only sound filling the silence being the distant crickets and the leaves crunching beneath your feet as you walk.

Then, Levi clears his throat again, "Would you like to talk about the nightmare?"

"The usual," You respond, almost too nonchalantly, "Mae, my sister... her death was the choice tonight."

He nods. "It's important to let them go," he says, his tone almost a suggestion to himself, "You can't change the past, but you can determine the future." He tilts his head up, his eyes trained on the stars and moon shining brightly above you, "The only ones that matter now are those still standing. Think of the living. Remember the dead after everything is done."

His eyes then descend to you and he offers a small, almost unnoticeable smile, "We still have a job to do after all."

You look at him, subconsciously studying and memorizing every detail of his face and engraining it into your memory, nodding, "Yea..."

As you realize your falling into those beautiful dark eyes of his, you suddenly snap out of your daydream, shaking your head a bit and blinking as you avert your gaze. Clearing your throat, you huff out a soft laugh and ask, "Since when did you become a therapist?"

Levi's lips twitch at the corners, a hint of amusement in his gaze as he meets yours, "Grew up on the streets. Had to learn to speak to people somehow." He then casts his gaze downward, his eyes catching a glimpse of the scar that rests against your collarbone and disappears below your uniform shirt.

"On another note," He says, nodding to the scar, "I'm curious about that scar. Looks like it was a nasty one. Mind telling me the story behind it?"

Slowly, you raise your hand up, brushing your fingertips against the raised skin. A smile grows on your lips as you respond, "This was actually given to me by my sister. Funny how that works, right?"

He doesn't respond, nodding along instead as you continue, "We were sparring one day, out behind our house. We both wanted to be scouts when we were younger so, we pushed ourselves to train and work hard so we could become strong enough to enlist."

You pause, your smile fading a bit as the entire day comes back to you, "Well, uh, that morning, our father had gotten pissed at us for something and beat us so, we decided to go out to the barn to spar a bit. You know, take our minds off it..."

Your voice trails off a bit, more memories of the abuse you and your sister dealt with for years at the hands of your father flood your mind and you physically have to shake yourself out of your head. Blinking quickly, you take a deep breath and steal a glance towards him, forcing a smile onto your face, "Anyway, uh, there were some things said between us and she just so happened to get to a knife quicker than I could."

Slowly, you raise your fingers up to the collar of your shirt, tugging it down a bit to reveal a scar that runs from your collarbone to the area right above your breast. It's somewhat faded from age yet still sits prominently against your skin. The memory now makes that soft smile reappear on your face as you giggle a bit, "She came straight at me, would've killed me too if i didn't jump out of the way at the last second...Well, obviously not completely out of the way."

"Your father sounds like a cruel man," He comments after you finish, "You two were determined, though."

He turns to you, the dying campfire now in full view as we finally arrive back at the camp, "If you had do it all again, would you change anything?"

You take a moment to consider his words. Of course you had wondered what your life would be like if none of it had happened. If your father wasn't the piece of shit abuser that he was. If your sister never died. How different your life would be if your mother hadn't disappeared when you and Mae were little. But, you also wouldn't have all of the good memories with Mae.

"No," you respond softly, your eyes looking into his, "I don't think I would. I mean, sure, my father was a cruel bastard but...I had my sister so, it wasn't all bad."

He pauses, then nods, "I understand."

Silence embraces the air around you once again before Levi speaks up, his voice laced with a hint of amusement, "Well, I'm sure that's not the only scar she gave you."

That pulls a laugh out of you and you have to clamp a hand over your mouth to muffle the loud outburst. Allowing yourself to giggle a bit longer, eventually your hand drops and you nod to him, "Oh no, not hardly. But, we could stay out here all night and I still wouldn't be able to tell you all the stories."

For the first time tonight, Levi actually smiles at you, casting his gaze down to the ground before looking back up at you, "Perhaps another time, then. The last thing we need is an irate Erwin waking up and giving us the lecture of a lifetime."

You both snicker softly at the thought and Levi shifts his weight, signaling the end of this quiet and peaceful evening shared between you. "Get some sleep," He says, nodding to your tent, "We have an early morning tomorrow."

"Right," you agree, a shiver racking your body as you realize just how cold it actually is, "Goodnight."

With that, you offer him a soft smile before spinning on your heel and striding back to your tent, only casting a glance back towards him when you're sure he won't be looking. As soon as you reach your tent, you lean down and reach out to the zipper, yanking it up and throwing the tent flap open. The opening flops back in place after you enter and you turn to close it, zipping it all the way to ground.

You strip your clothes off, shivering slightly as you quickly pull your pajamas onto your body. As soon as your shirt slides over your body, you practically dive into the bedroll, shuffling under the blanket and wrapping it around yourself like a cocoon.

It takes you a while a finally fall asleep. The soft, distant sound of waves crashing lulling you gently, and for the first time in forever, you drift to sleep with a pleasant thought swimming in your mind.

Levi Ackerman.

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Author's note: Wow! It's been a long ass time since I posted anything on my page lol. Obviously now my interests have shifted, and I'm going to start writing a lot more anime based fanfictions. Honestly, I'm just going to start writing a lot more in general again. So, stay tuned for that!

Thank you so much for reading Part 1 of this new series. I'm not quite sure how many parts it's going to be, BUT I'm super excited to start writing again and I can't wait to share my stories with all of you! ♡

[melishade]

Sorry about that. Named are not my strong suit. Especially if the names aren't English or Spanish. The only foreign show I've watched where I can remember all the names is One Piece.

Anyways, if Elita's been trapped that long, between Zeke talking to the Emporer and Mikasa's visit, that means she missed the fight.

There's no way she's not gonna notice the new scar on Optimus' shoulder. Levi and/or Wheeljack would definitely take the opportunity to get Megatron in trouble twice in one day.

Elita-1: So, what did I miss?

Optimus: Oh, nothing much. Just bit of trouble with the Marleys, Wheeljack and Arcee dropping by, and Azumabito Clan wanting to see our strength by having Megatron and I-

Megatron: *Covers Optimus' mouth* Atatatatatatatarah!

Elita-1: *Glares at Megatron* What happened?

Megatron: Nothing of importance! Mind your own business!

Levi, Wheeljack, and every other person who hates Megatron or likes drama:

@excelciorst Part 8: Elita getting out of Hizuru

Pacifist husband/bloodthirsty wife. That's hilarious.

Elita would ultimately ask about the scar, but Optimus quickly tells her that they'll discuss it later because they have guests and he doesn't want them seeing any more violence than they already have. And the royal family and Kiyomi already got a peak of the Elita v Megatron and the aftermath.

Kiyomi whispering to Taisho: Maybe it was a good investment after all.

Kenshin: Please tell me that you did not refer to the titan that just kicked the Flying Titan's ass as a 'good investment.'

Cause they've heard the reports on the Flying Titan from Marley. And Kiyomi has seen Optimus and Megatron fight. That is honest to god terrifying, seeing one of these titans fight with an intent to kill.

Hanji: Hello, your majesties! My name is Hanji Zoe: Commander of the Survey Corps! While we let Buckethead wallow in a pain of his own creation, how exactly was it that you've managed to find Elita?

Elita and Wheeljack stay outside on the Jackhammer and listen in on the conversation in the building while Optimus and Arcee are inside with their holoforms. Taisho explains that he had bought Elita because he was simply trying to buy one of the newer model cars that came on the market. Kiyomi then explains that Kenshin had learned about Elita's actual identity and were trying to find the exact same model car she copied before anyone found out.

Levi: Buckethead blew her cover by just being himself.

Kiyomi and Kenshin: Yes.

Optimus hates the fact that his conjunx is being considered property but keeps that to himself.

Then there's also the fact that Taisho brings up the deal he and Elita made: 5% increase in energon and protection from coups in exchange for free passage to the island and government secrets. This is a controversial deal, mainly because Elita isn't known and could be at risk of being discovered. Not to mention she's going to be in service to a country that they don't know they can completely trust yet. Katsuko has remained quiet in all this, but does notice the way that Optimus reacts to something that would jeopardize Elita's safety. Something as simple as a flinch or a flex of the finger. Her husband is as stoic as he appears to be, but...this was familiar.

Now somewhere along in that conversation, Taisho does refer to Elita as machinery and/or property, and oh fuck no one has ever seen Optimus look that pissed without saying a word. Arcee is genuinely afraid (because she doesn't know Optimus and Elita are a thing. No one expect Ratchet really knows among the Autobots.) And the Survey Corps immediately take a step back. And Optimus warns Taisho of not referring to any of the Autobots as machinery or property. And then it finally clicks for Katsuko what the hell is going on and quickly requests an intermission before pushing Taisho out the room before he gets himself killed!

Elita is a little embarrassed but also a little smitten. She knows that Optimus was pissed from audio. However, Wheeljack is confused why Optimus reacted that way, and Elita, seeing that the war is finally over, decides to tell him.

Wheeljack:

Finding out that your leader is alive, Megatron is alive, Elita is alive, and that Optimus and Elita are in a relationship really breaks some brains. But the fact that Wheeljack has been on this world for at least 24 hours and this is what he found out, really makes him love the place.

Meanwhile Katsuko has to quietly explain to Taisho away from everyone else that Optimus and Elita are lovers you dense idiot! Taisho already got the idea that Megatron was considered and enemy, and is no doubt considered hostile, but he never expected lovers in any of this.

Katsuko: Darling, lover, my precious hare...you're so dense sometimes and I hate that about you.

Taisho blushing in embarrassment: You married me when I asked, so what does that make you?

Katsuko: You are sleeping on the couch when we get back home.

After that debacle, they work out the deal and come to an agreement before the royal family head back home. Kenshin gives Mikasa her gift of origini and sakura mochi before hugging her (causing Eren to nearly snap at him) before heading off. Elita is finally able to calm down...until she notices the claw marks patched up on Optimus' shoulder.

Elita: Optimus, what happened?

Optimus grows rigid at that question: I fear if I answer, you may kill him.

Elita inhales deeply before turning to Levi: What-!

Levi with the biggest smirk: Optimus and Megatron fought each other to show their battle prowess and Megatron injured Optimus.

Elita's optic starts twitching.

Levi: Drawing energon.

Elita draws her sword. Optimus gets in her way.

Optimus: Let it go.

Elita: Optimus-!

Optimus, more commanding: I am ordering you to let. it. go. I am fine.

Elita puts her sword away: Stop making excuses for him.

Optimus: It has been a long day. I do not want any more conflict.

Levi laments being robbed of his fun. Meanwhile, Hanji is surprised at how much Levi is actually smiling because of Megatron getting pain.

Optimus and Elita definitely spend some time catching up with each other in private. Elita goes after Megatron again once he feels better. Wheeljack tells Arcee about Optimus and Elita being in a relationship, and she goes:

This world is going to break her brain.

And true to Katsuko's word, Taisho sleeps on the couch, and she locks his office so he can stew in what he did wrong.

[nixie-writes-aot]

Hello, fren!! Hope you're doing well! Might I be able to request Reiner, Bertholdt, and Levi (individually) w a male reader who doesn't sleep all that well due to tinnitus/insomnia?

i am once again requesting based off of personal things, hdnfkkfnd. reader, to me, is their own lil character and each different fic w a reader is different frome each other and their all lil wet pathetic meow meows /aff

Insomniac S/O Drabble

Warnings: insomnia, mentions of death, canon divergent in Bertholdt's, fluff

Pairings: Reiner Braun x male reader, Bertholdt Hoover x male reader, Levi Ackerman x male reader

Author's Note: I never know where to put this section but I went with insomnia because I have no clue how tinnitus functions hkdndk also fren look at him in that gif. That's my favorite gif right there jdnsj

Word Count: 863

Reiner Braun

You stared up at the ceiling in the dark, frustration settling into your bones. You had been trying for hours to sleep, trying your best not to toss and turn. Lest you wake up the blonde beside you. You let out a quiet sigh, turning grumpily onto your back, eyes glaring at the wall beside the bed. Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness hours ago, despite how you felt about even still being awake in the first place. You began to let your thoughts wander from the exhaustion that wore you down and to the events of the day. 

Dammit, with how active you had been there was no right to be this unable to sleep. It annoyed you, to say the least. You closed your eyes, silently pleading with your brain to just shut up and drift off. All in vain, of course. Why wouldn't it be? 

You felt Reiner shift beside you, two strong arms wrapping around your torso and pulling you into his chest. He pressed his lips against your neck with a hum. 

"Can't sleep?" He quietly asked.

You only nodded, feeling your cheeks flush as you heard that deep rumbling chuckle in your ear. "Me either." Reiner admitted, "Might as well stay up together. Right?" 

You smiled softly, "Right." You whispered, melting into his warm embrace. Reiner knew what he was doing, evidently, because before long the both of you were drifting to sleep.

Bertholdt Hoover

Unlike you, Bertholdt didn't really struggle to go to sleep but rather struggled with restful sleep. You and him alike had very few nights where the two of you were able to sleep at the same time. Especially after he had returned to Marley with you in tow. Yet every night he tried. His arms wrapped around your, your head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat. Yet sleep wasn't coming, not easily anyway. Even as you listened to the gentle and steady thumping of Bertholdt's heartbeat paired with his quiet, barely audible snores. 

It was cute, really. You pressed a hand against his cheek gently, smiling. "I love you." You softly whispered. 

Bertholdt's heartbeat fastened, cracking a shy smile. You gasped, playfully hitting his chest. "Oh you weren't even asleep! Liar!" You growled in mock offense.

His pale green eyes opened, falling on your figure. "Mm, no. Can't sleep either. I just didn't want to get in the way of you sleeping, if you were."

"At least this way we can stay up together then." You offered, watching Bertholdt's face heat up. No matter how long you had been dating him, he would always flush at the most beautifully domestic words that you uttered. You laid your head back down on his chest  feeling Bertholdt start to run his hands through your hair with a quiet hum. Despite yourself, you ended up drifting off to sleep in his arms, feeling his hands still before you were out like a light. You suspected that Bertholdt had followed suit shortly after.

Levi Ackerman

Levi did not sleep often nor did he sleep well. His dreams normally came paired with nightmares from hell, you were in a similar boat. Although, you supposed that issues sleeping just came with the territory of being scouts. Especially Levi, at the very least you didn't have to send scouts, many of them baby faced and young, to their deaths. You wanted to hold him close most days, because of that. If anyone deserved to sleep well, it was Humanities' Strongest. A title he earned yet a title that came with far too many ghosts.

Which was what you and Levi were doing now. It was after an expedition, his head in your lap as you ran your fingers through his black hair. It was a quiet, gentle moment. Exhaustion wore on the both of you yet not only would sleep not be coming but, additionally, you knew far too well what would happen within your dreams.

You were a veteran yourself, even if you didn't command your own squad like Levi, Miche, and Hanji. You knew his pain. You knew that what others claimed him to be just wasn't true. Sure, he seemed rude and uncaring but you had yet to actually meet a man who cared more than Levi. Levi was quiet, simply enjoying your company and you his. Levi looked up at you, studying your face for a few moments.

"You look exhausted." You remarked.

"Tch, speak for yourself brat." Levi retorted.

You chuckled, nodding. "You got that one right." You watched Levi close his eyes. The silence was comfortable, natural even. It always was around Levi. You didn't need words to express your love for the man before you. Considering his distaste of being emotional, you had a feeling he preferred your silence communicating how you felt for you. Like after every expedition, you two would stay up until you passed out, taking advantage of the planned day off to do with whatever the hell you wanted. Normally, that meant making up for sleep that the night following a return from an expedition stole away. Tonight would be no different.