#and then it's marley suits levi

[ladycheesington]

[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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[l3visthighs]

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

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

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.

#: @shayewrites @littlerequiem @mostlilo @humanitys-strongest-brat @dustbuniesworld @levisrations @ebechnasheim @moonchild-angel @jayteacups @bipolargatto @samackermaan @deepzombieyouth @pickledpedro @levisfavoriteteashop @ackermanswifee @ae-chidori @2dsimpomg

[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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[nelapanela94]

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

[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."

[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!

[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.

[shiorihyuga]

Diamond Of The First Water

In the aftermath of war, Paradis finds itself in need of powerful alliances. When Emperor Armand of Valoria offers his military aid in exchange for the hand of his daughter, Princess Solina, in marriage, Captain Levi Ackerman is thrust into an engagement that begins as a political strategy but soon becomes something much deeper.

Princess Solina, sheltered from the world and unaware of the realities of love and war, finds herself drawn to Levi—the man known as Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. As they navigate royal customs, public expectations, and the growing threat of Marley, the bond between them deepens into a genuine connection.

But neither Solina nor Levi are prepared for the challenges of a political marriage, the weight of intimacy, and the secrets that lie beneath the surface. As Solina enters a new life with Levi, her naivety is tested, and Levi faces a battle unlike any he’s fought before—the fight to protect his heart.

Can their love flourish in the midst of war, duty, and danger? Or will the forces conspiring against them tear them apart before they can find peace?

Chapter Thirteen

The night of the engagement ball had finally arrived, and the Imperial Palace was alive with a flurry of preparations. The grand ballroom was filled with the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, their light reflecting off the gold and marble that decorated the room. Musicians tuned their instruments in the corner, while servants made the final adjustments to the banquet tables that were laden with the finest delicacies Valoria had to offer. Outside the palace, carriages from all corners of the world pulled up, delivering nobles and dignitaries who were escorted inside by the palace guards.

In his quarters, Levi stood before a tall mirror, the reflective surface casting back the image of a man who barely recognized himself. He wore an official Valorian military uniform, custom-tailored for the occasion. The dark blue jacket, trimmed with silver embroidery, fit his frame perfectly, adding an air of regality to his presence. A deep green sash crossed his chest, representing the union between Paradis and Valoria, and pinned just above his heart was a delicate rose—a symbol of Princess Solina and the Rose House. He adjusted the collar slightly, feeling the unfamiliar weight of ceremonial attire, far removed from the utilitarian uniforms he was used to.

Behind him, the other scouts were making their own final adjustments. Hange wore a dark dress uniform adorned with medals, while Armin and Jean, both in tailored suits, seemed equally out of their element.

Hange’s voice broke the silence, her tone laced with playful curiosity. “Levi, are you nervous?” She tilted her head with a grin as she fastened a small brooch to her lapel. “It’s not every day you get engaged in front of half the world, you know.”

Levi’s gaze shifted to meet Hange’s in the mirror, his expression stoic as always. “I’ve faced worse,” he replied flatly, though there was a hint of something else in his tone—a rare trace of apprehension. He couldn’t deny that tonight was different. There was a weight in the air, a sense of expectation that made his pulse quicken, despite his attempts to remain detached.

Armin glanced at Levi, his blue eyes reflecting concern. “You’ve done well so fari,” he said quietly. “You and Princess Solina seem to be getting along. Just… focus on that. Tonight’s about the two of you, no matter how many people are watching.”

Jean chuckled as he straightened his cuffs. “Yeah, Captain,” he added, his tone light. “You’re not going out there to fight Titans. You’re just dancing with the prettiest girl in the room.”

Levi rolled his eyes slightly but didn’t respond. The idea of being the center of attention, of having every eye in the ballroom on him and Solina, made him uncomfortable. Yet, beneath that discomfort was an unexpected anticipation—a desire to see her, to watch her enter the room in all her grace and elegance. With a final glance at his reflection, he adjusted the rose pinned to his chest, as if reminding himself of the promise he had made.

Meanwhile, in the Rose House, the atmosphere was buzzing with a different kind of energy. Solina stood in front of an ornate mirror in her dressing room, surrounded by maids who fussed over the last details of her appearance. She wore a breathtaking ball gown in a deep rose red, the silk fabric shimmering like liquid fire as she moved. The bodice hugged her figure elegantly, with intricate floral embroidery that extended down to the full skirt. Long white gloves covered her arms, adding an air of refined grace, and around her neck was a delicate necklace adorned with emeralds that matched the engagement ring on her finger.

Her hair had been pinned up into an elegant updo, with loose tendrils framing her face, and atop her head rested a tiara encrusted with emeralds, its delicate arches glinting in the light. A sash draped across her shoulder, signifying her status as the Diamond of Valoria, the future bride of Captain Levi Ackerman. Solina looked absolutely stunning, like a figure from a painting brought to life, but as the maids moved to put the finishing touches on her attire, she could feel her familiar anxiety creeping in.

All the nobility of Valoria and leaders from across the world would be in attendance tonight. The weight of the expectations placed upon her felt even heavier than usual. Her hands trembled slightly as she glanced at her reflection, seeing not just the elegant princess, but also the young woman who was about to take her first step into an uncertain future.

Lady Solana entered the room, her own gown a beautiful shade of green that complemented her daughter’s dress. She took one look at Solina and her expression softened with pride. “You look perfect, my dear,” she said, stepping forward to place a reassuring hand on Solina’s shoulder. “Absolutely radiant.”

Solina met her mother’s gaze in the mirror, her lips curling into a small smile. “Thank you, Mother,” she said quietly. “I’m just… there are so many people, so many expectations.”

Lady Solana leaned in closer, her voice gentle. “I know it’s daunting, but remember why you’re doing this. You’re not just a princess tonight—you’re a woman who’s about to embark on a new journey. And from what I’ve seen, Captain Levi is doing his best to meet you halfway.”

The mention of Levi made Solina’s heart skip a beat. She nodded, taking a deep breath to calm herself. “You’re right,” she said softly. “I just need to focus on him… and our dance.”

“Exactly,” Lady Solana replied, giving her daughter’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “You’ve practiced so hard. You’re going to enchant everyone tonight, including your future husband.”

As the maids stepped back, having finished their work, Solina took a final look at herself in the mirror. She felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness, but her mother’s words grounded her. She was not just representing Valoria tonight—she was also taking a step towards a future she was beginning to hope for. With one last deep breath, she allowed herself to imagine the moment when she would see Levi again, the quiet strength in his eyes that had steadied her before.

Solina exited her quarters and descended the grand staircase of the Rose House, her gown flowing around her like a deep red waterfall. Her mother walked gracefully beside her, while her siblings waited at the bottom. Solomon, stood proudly in his military uniform, his red hair neatly styled and his green eyes glowing with admiration as he saw her approach. Beside him, Soleil beamed, her excitement tangible as she clutched her fan in both hands. The twins, Solandor and Solenne, were dressed impeccably, their youthful energy barely contained as they waited to shower their sister with compliments.

As Solina reached the bottom of the stairs, Soleil stepped forward first, her eyes wide with wonder. “Solina, you look like a dream!” she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with delight. “I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful.”

Solandor nodded enthusiastically, his young face bright with a mixture of awe and pride. “You’re the prettiest person at the whole ball!” he declared, as if it were the most obvious truth in the world.

Solenne clapped her hands together and echoed, “You look just like a queen, Solina.”

Solina smiled warmly, her cheeks flushing slightly at the outpouring of affection from her siblings. "Thank you," she said softly, glancing down at her gown. “You’re all very kind. I’m glad you’re here with me.”

Solomon stepped closer, his expression a blend of pride and protectiveness as he looked his sister over. “They’re right,” he said, his voice steady. “You look absolutely stunning, Solina.” He extended his arm toward her. “Now, shall we?”

Solina took her brother’s arm, grateful for his support as he escorted her out to the waiting carriage. The polished black carriage, adorned with golden accents and the crest of the Rose House, gleamed in the moonlight. The coachman helped them inside, and soon, the carriage was on its way to the main palace, carrying the siblings and Lady Solana toward the entrance of the ballroom where the world would be watching.

Inside the carriage, Solina took deep breaths, steadying herself as they approached the palace. The anticipation was almost overwhelming, and she could feel the pressure mounting with every turn of the carriage wheels. She glanced at her siblings, each one a comforting presence by her side, and then focused on the thought of seeing Levi again. She hoped he would find her beautiful tonight—not just because it was expected, but because she truly wanted him to see her, to really look at her.

When they arrived at the palace, the sounds of music and distant chatter drifted through the air, signaling the grand event that awaited them. The large, arched entrance to the ballroom was brightly illuminated, casting a warm glow over the pathway lined with lush floral arrangements. Solomon stepped out first, offering his hand to help Solina from the carriage. She took it, her gown cascading behind her as she carefully descended. The guests outside turned their heads as she appeared, whispers of admiration floating through the crowd as she and Solomon made their way inside, Lady Solana and her siblings were right behind them.

Solomon led her to a backroom behind the ballroom, where the imperial family and close officials were gathered in preparation for the formal introductions. As they entered, Solina’s gaze fell upon her father, the Emperor, who stood surrounded by the other consorts and her siblings. The Emperor turned toward her, his silver-streaked hair catching the light as his sharp eyes softened with paternal pride.

“My beautiful daughter,” he greeted, his voice carrying warmth as he stepped forward. “You look truly exquisite tonight.” He reached out and gently touched her cheek. “The Diamond of Valoria, shining as brightly as ever.”

“Thank you, Father,” Solina replied, her voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in her stomach. “I’m honored to represent our family tonight.”

The Emperor’s expression softened further as he glanced over at Levi, who stood nearby, waiting. “Come,” he said, taking Solina by the arm and leading her across the room. “There is someone who is eager to see you.”

Solina’s heart skipped a beat as her gaze drifted to where Captain Levi stood. He was dressed in his official Valorian military uniform, the deep blue fabric accentuating his strong build. The green sash and the rose pinned to his chest gave him a noble air that made him appear almost princely. For a moment, all the noise and movement around her seemed to fade as their eyes met across the room. The intensity of his gaze made her breath hitch, and a soft blush crept over her cheeks as she approached.

Levi watched as she walked toward him, each step she took drawing his focus entirely to her. Her gown, a deep rose red, shimmered under the light with every movement, while her hair, pinned up in an elegant updo, framed her face perfectly. The tiara atop her head sparkled with emeralds that matched the ring on her finger, and the delicate necklace around her neck completed the picture of regal grace. She was breathtaking—more beautiful than he could have imagined. It wasn’t just her appearance that captivated him, but the strength in her eyes, the way she carried herself despite the pressure of the moment.

As she reached him, Levi bowed slightly, his dark eyes never leaving hers. “Princess Solina,” he said, his voice calm and low. “You look… remarkable.”

Solina’s blush deepened, and a shy smile touched her lips as she curtsied. “Thank you, Captain Levi,” she replied softly. “You look very handsome tonight.”

The Emperor’s gaze shifted between the two of them, a hint of satisfaction glimmering in his eyes. “I’ll leave you two to speak for a moment,” he said, his tone casual as he turned to join the others in the room. “The ball will begin shortly.”

With the Emperor gone, Solina and Levi stood alone, a small but meaningful distance between them. The noise from the ballroom was muffled, leaving them in a quiet bubble that felt oddly intimate. Solina’s pulse quickened, and she clasped her hands in front of her, unsure of what to say. She was acutely aware of how close they were, of how his dark eyes seemed to search her face as if trying to read her thoughts.

“I hope you aren’t nervous,” Levi said, breaking the silence. There was a hint of something softer in his voice, a faint trace of reassurance.

“A little,” Solina admitted, her gaze dropping to her hands before meeting his again. “There are so many people here tonight. It feels like… there’s so much at stake.”

Levi took a step closer, his tone low and steady. “You’re not alone,” he said. “We’ll face this together.” His words were simple, but there was a quiet strength behind them that made Solina’s heart feel lighter.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “It helps to know that.” Her eyes drifted down to the rose pinned to his uniform, and she reached out, lightly brushing her fingers over the soft petals. “This suits you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “The rose… it’s a symbol of our house.”

Levi glanced down at the flower, his expression thoughtful. “I’m starting to understand the significance,” he replied. His gaze lifted to meet hers again. “You’re the Diamond of Valoria. But tonight, you don’t have to be. You can just be Solina.”

The way he said her name made a shiver run through her. There was no formality, no titles—just the quiet familiarity that had begun to grow between them. For the first time that night, she felt truly seen, not as a princess or a symbol, but as herself.

Before either of them could say more, a bell rang in the distance, signaling the start of the ball. The sounds of music and voices grew louder as the double doors to the ballroom were opened. The time had come for them to step into the grand hall and face the world together.

Levi offered his arm to Solina, his gaze steady as he waited for her to take it. “Shall we?” he asked, his voice calm but edged with something warmer.

Solina nodded, her hand slipping into the crook of his arm as she drew close. “Yes,” she said softly, her pulse quickening as they turned toward the ballroom entrance. “Let’s do this.”

And as they walked toward the grand entrance, the world beyond the doors seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the moment when the Diamond of Valoria and Humanity’s Strongest Soldier would make their first public appearance together.

Nobles and dignitaries watched with rapt attention as the doors opened, and the imperial family prepared to make their entrance. The Emperor, flanked by his consorts, was the first to appear, his silver-streaked hair and commanding presence instantly capturing the room’s focus. Lady Solana walked beside him, her gown a deep shade of green that complemented the floral embroidery of the Rose House, while the other consorts—Lady Darcy, Lady Blair, and Lady Madeline—followed in their own elegant attire. The four women moved gracefully, their expressions serene as they glided forward, each of them a symbol of the empire’s legacy.

The Emperor’s children came next, stepping out in pairs, their polished appearances reflecting the high expectations placed upon them. Solomon and Soleil, with their shared red hair and green eyes, led the group, followed by the younger twins, Solandor and Solenne. Their bright faces brought a hint of warmth to the otherwise formal procession, and the crowd murmured with approval as each child took their place beside their respective mothers.

Finally, it was Solina and Levi’s turn.

The anticipation in the air grew thicker as their names were announced. Solina felt her heart hammering in her chest, and her legs seemed to tremble beneath the heavy layers of her gown. The grandeur of the ballroom, the sea of curious eyes fixed upon the entrance—all of it began to close in on her. Her breath hitched as the reality of the moment settled in, and for a second, she feared she wouldn’t be able to move.

Levi noticed her trembling immediately. The slight tremor in her hand, where it rested on his arm, did not go unnoticed. Without a word, he leaned in slightly, his voice a low murmur meant only for her ears. “You’re doing fine,” he said, his tone calm and steady. “Just breathe.”

Solina’s gaze flickered to his, and the quiet assurance in his eyes helped steady her nerves, if only slightly. She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat as they began to walk forward. The faint sound of her heels clicking against the marble floor seemed to echo louder than it should have, and the flutter of her anxiety was still there, but then she felt it—Levi’s hand, gently rubbing her arm where it was linked with his. The touch was subtle, almost imperceptible to anyone watching, but it had the intended effect. A warmth spread through her, calming the tremor in her limbs as his steady presence anchored her.

Lady Solana, standing among the consorts, caught sight of the quiet exchange. She saw the way Levi’s touch seemed to reassure Solina, and a soft smile touched her lips. Beside her, Soleil and Gracelyn exchanged a quick glance, both noticing how their sister’s hand seemed less shaky now. The young princess whispered to her mother, “He’s helping her.”

“Yes,” Lady Solana whispered back, her voice filled with relief. “He’s helping her.”

As Solina and Levi approached the center of the ballroom, where the imperial family had taken their places, a hush fell over the gathered guests. The sight of the Diamond of Valoria, adorned in her deep rose gown with the Captain of Paradis at her side, was enough to captivate even the most seasoned of nobles. The rose-red fabric of her gown shimmered as it caught the light, and the emeralds in her tiara sparkled with every graceful step she took. The murmurs of the crowd grew faint, as if the world had held its breath in that moment.

The Master of Ceremonies stepped forward, his voice booming with ceremony and formality. “Presenting Her Imperial Highness, Princess Solina Emme Hein of the Rose House, the Diamond of Valoria,” he announced, “and Captain Levi Ackerman of Paradis.”

At the sound of their names, Solina felt a fresh wave of nerves wash over her, but Levi was still there—his calm presence a constant. His hand continued its gentle motion on her arm as they took their places at the center of the ballroom, his touch grounding her in the present. She took a deep breath, focusing on the subtle pressure of his fingers and the reassuring steadiness of his voice in her mind.

Levi leaned in again, his voice barely a whisper. “Look at me,” he said softly, his dark eyes holding hers with an intensity that seemed to block out everything else. “You’re not alone in this.”

Solina did as he asked, her gaze locking onto his as if he were the only thing keeping her steady. The noise of the crowd seemed to fade into a dull murmur, and for a moment, it was just the two of them, standing side by side in a world that had gone silent. She could see the faintest hint of approval in his expression, the way his gaze softened slightly as he looked at her.

The Emperor’s voice broke through the silence, drawing everyone’s attention once more. “Tonight, we celebrate not only the union of two people,” he declared, his tone resonating with authority, “but the coming together of two nations—Valoria and Paradis.” His gaze swept over the assembled guests, a hint of pride glinting in his eyes as he looked upon his daughter and her future husband. “Let this night mark the beginning of a new era, where we shall build a future together.”

Applause broke out, filling the room with the sound of approval as the guests clapped for the royal couple. Solina could feel the heat of her blush returning, but this time it wasn’t entirely from nerves. There was a flutter of something else—something akin to hope—that stirred in her chest. She glanced at Levi, a small smile tugging at her lips, and she saw him give the faintest of nods, as if silently saying, Well done.

Lady Solana’s gaze was fixed on her daughter, and there was a proud gleam in her eyes. She noticed how Solina’s posture had straightened, how the trembling had ceased. The quiet but unmistakable support that Levi had given her did not go unnoticed by the Rose Consort, and she found herself silently grateful for the way he had helped steady her daughter.

As the applause gradually died down, the music began to play, signaling the start of the evening’s dance. Solina turned to Levi, her hand still lightly gripping his arm. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the sounds of the ballroom.

Levi gave a small nod, his expression softening just enough for her to see a glimmer of warmth there. “You did well,” he replied, his tone as calm as ever.

With that, he led her out onto the dance floor.

As the music began to swell, Solina and Levi moved together in perfect synchrony, their feet gliding across the polished marble floor in smooth, fluid motions. The ballroom seemed to fall away, and for those moments, it was as if the two of them were the only people in the room. The music wrapped around them like a veil, setting the rhythm for the graceful turns and dips they had practiced so many times before. Yet, tonight it felt different—more intimate, more real. The dance was not just a formality or a show for the assembled guests, but a silent conversation, where words were replaced by the quiet understanding between them.

Solina kept her eyes fixed on Levi’s, the intensity of his gaze drawing her in as they moved. She noticed the subtle changes in his expression, the way his usually sharp eyes seemed softer now, reflecting a gentleness that she hadn’t seen before. The lines of his face, so often hardened by years of battle, were relaxed, allowing her a glimpse of the man beneath the soldier. It was almost like seeing him anew, and it made her pulse quicken in a way that had nothing to do with the dance. She felt a warmth spread through her, and it wasn’t just from the physical closeness; it was the realization that perhaps there was more to him than she had initially thought.

Levi, for his part, couldn’t take his eyes off her. He had never really paid attention to anyone’s eyes before, not in the way he was now. But as they danced, he noticed the way Solina’s green eyes seemed to flicker with gold under the light, as if tiny stars were dancing within them. It was a unique and beautiful detail that he hadn’t seen before, and it captivated him. He wondered how he could have overlooked it during their previous interactions. The golden flecks seemed to shine even brighter whenever she looked at him, and for a moment, he was struck by how genuinely beautiful her eyes were—not just in appearance, but in the emotion they conveyed. There was a mixture of nervousness, determination, and something else—something softer and more hopeful that made his grip on her hand tighten just slightly.

Their movements continued to flow in time with the music, and Levi took the lead, guiding her effortlessly through the waltz. His hand on her waist was firm yet gentle, and as they turned together, he could feel the subtle tremor that still lingered in her. It was a reminder that, despite her poise, she was still anxious. Without thinking, he leaned in just a fraction, his voice a low murmur meant only for her ears. “Relax,” he said quietly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Just keep your focus here.”

Solina nodded, a small, grateful smile tugging at her lips as she did her best to calm herself. “It’s not easy,” she whispered back, a hint of laughter in her voice. “You make it look effortless.”

“That’s because I have to,” Levi replied, his tone matter-of-fact, yet there was a faint glint of amusement in his eyes. “But it’s not, believe me.”

They spun gracefully, and Solina let herself fall into the rhythm of the music, allowing it to guide her steps. She was acutely aware of Levi’s hand on her back, the steady pressure of his palm as it rested just above her waist. It was a reassuring presence, grounding her in the moment, and with each passing second, she felt her confidence grow. She could feel his breath, warm and steady against her cheek whenever they drew close, and it brought a strange sense of calm to her. She found herself wanting to know more about him—about who he was when he wasn’t Captain Levi, Humanity’s Strongest Soldier.

As they dipped and turned, Solina decided to break the silence. “Did you ever like dancing?” she asked softly, her gaze flickering between his eyes and the way his lips curved ever so slightly into the smallest hint of a smile.

Levi’s brow arched just a little at her question, and for a moment, his usual guarded expression seemed to give way to something more relaxed. “Not particularly,” he replied. “But it’s… different with you.”

Solina felt a rush of warmth in her chest at his words. It was a simple statement, but it carried a weight that went beyond mere politeness. She looked up at him, searching his face for any sign of jest, but all she saw was that same gentleness in his eyes—a look that made her feel, that she might actually be able to reach him.

The music swelled again, reaching a crescendo, and Levi guided her into a deep dip. His grip on her hand and waist tightened just enough to support her weight as she leaned back, her gown flowing like liquid crimson around them. Solina held her breath, her heart beating wildly as she stared up into his eyes, which seemed to darken with a quiet intensity that made her skin tingle. For a split second, it felt like time had stopped, and there was no one else in the world but the two of them.

As he pulled her back upright, Solina let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her cheeks were flushed, and there was a sparkle in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. “You’re good at this,” she said quietly, her voice carrying a note of genuine admiration. “Better than I expected.”

Levi’s lips twitched into a brief smile. “I’m a quick learner,” he replied, his tone laced with that same dry humor she had come to find oddly endearing. “Especially when I had such a good teacher.”

Solina’s heart fluttered at the compliment, and for a moment, she forgot about the hundreds of eyes that were watching them, about the expectations and the pressure. All that mattered was the man standing in front of her—the man who had supported her, both literally and figuratively, throughout the evening. It wasn’t just about fulfilling their roles or maintaining appearances anymore; it felt real. It felt like the first step toward something that went beyond duty.

As the final note of the waltz echoed through the grand ballroom, Levi’s arm tightened around Solina’s waist as he dipped her gracefully, her crimson gown flowing like liquid silk around them. Her eyes, bright and full of life, met his as she caught her breath. The applause that followed filled the room, reverberating off the high ceilings and crystal chandeliers. The noble guests rose to their feet, clapping enthusiastically for the couple. Even those who had initially been skeptical about the union couldn’t help but admit how strikingly well the two complemented each other���her beauty and grace juxtaposed with his calm strength and composure.

Solina felt Levi’s arm steadying her as he pulled her back upright, his gaze never leaving hers as they acknowledged the applause together. Her cheeks were flushed, and her heart raced—not just from the dance itself, but from the exhilaration that came with having performed so well under such immense pressure. For a moment, the anxiety that had plagued her all evening melted away, leaving only the satisfaction of the moment and the feeling of Levi’s presence grounding her.

“You did wonderfully,” Levi murmured to her, his voice low enough that only she could hear.

Solina’s smile widened, a mix of relief and quiet joy spreading across her features. “I had a good partner,” she replied softly, her eyes sparkling as they locked onto his.

As they stepped away from the center of the ballroom, Lady Solana watched them with a glimmer of pride in her eyes, her hands clapping together with a mother’s genuine joy. Nearby, Princess Soleil and Gracelyn exchanged excited whispers, both enchanted by the way their older sister had seemed to glow while dancing with Levi. Even Prince Solomon, who had initially held reservations about the match, appeared slightly less guarded as he observed how Levi had supported his sister with such confidence and care.

However, not all the faces in the room reflected joy or approval. Hange, Jean, and Connie stood to one side, watching the scene unfold with both curiosity and caution. As the applause gradually faded, Hange’s gaze swept over the gathered guests, taking particular note of a group of Marleyan diplomats near the back of the room. They were dressed in formal attire, but their stiff postures and tight expressions betrayed their true feelings. Hange saw the way their eyes narrowed, their lips pressed into thin lines as they watched Solina and Levi.

“Not exactly thrilled about the engagement, are they?” Jean muttered under his breath, his gaze flicking toward the Marleyan delegation.

Connie scoffed softly, folding his arms across his chest. “Can you blame them? We’re talking about an alliance that gives Valoria access to Paradis’ resources—and with Captain Levi marrying the Emperor’s favorite daughter, that alliance is about to get a whole lot stronger.”

Hange nodded, her brow furrowing slightly. “It’s not just the alliance,” she said quietly, her eyes still on the Marleyan diplomats. “They know that a marriage like this isn’t just political—it’s a statement. It’s a signal to the rest of the world that Paradis isn’t isolated anymore. And I bet that makes them more nervous than anything.”

Indeed, the Marleyan representatives looked distinctly uncomfortable as they glanced among each other, their whispered conversations punctuated by the occasional glare in Levi’s direction. It was clear that this engagement signaled a shift in the political landscape—one that would make it more difficult for Marley to exert pressure on Paradis, or even Valoria. The union between the two nations was not just a marriage of people, but a merging of power and influence that could potentially threaten Marley’s interests.

Hange glanced over at Levi and Solina, who were still standing near the center of the ballroom, now surrounded by a circle of well-wishers and nobility offering their congratulations. “It seems like Levi and Princess Solina are making more than just a good impression,” she added with a wry smile. “They’re making waves.”

Levi and Solina continued to receive the congratulations with practiced politeness. Solina offered gracious smiles and brief curtsies to those who approached, while Levi gave respectful nods, his expression neutral yet attentive. The warmth of the moment had not faded for Solina; in fact, she found herself glancing at Levi more often than she would have expected. There was something reassuring in the way he stood beside her, unwavering and calm despite the pressure of the occasion.

As another noble couple moved away after offering their congratulations, Solina leaned slightly closer to Levi, her voice a hushed murmur. “I saw some familiar faces from Marley,” she said, her tone light but her eyes betraying a hint of concern. “They didn’t look very pleased.”

Levi’s gaze followed hers, landing on the group of diplomats who were now talking in low voices with tense expressions. “They wouldn’t be,” he replied evenly. “This engagement… it shifts the balance of power. It puts Paradis and Valoria on the same side, and that’s the last thing Marley wants.”

Solina’s brow furrowed slightly as she glanced up at him. “Do you think… do you think they’ll try to interfere?”

Levi’s jaw tightened subtly, and he gave the faintest shake of his head. “Not here, not tonight,” he said quietly. “But we should be prepared for anything.”

The weight of his words settled over her, but there was a strength in Solina’s expression that hadn’t been there before. She was no stranger to the delicate dance of politics, having grown up surrounded by it all her life. Still, the reality of the risks Levi mentioned only served to deepen her resolve. She knew that marrying Levi wasn’t just about joining two families or even two nations—it was about facing the world as a united front, regardless of what challenges lay ahead.

She gave a small nod, her voice soft but steady. “Then we’ll be prepared,” she said. 

Levi glanced at her, a faint flicker of approval in his dark eyes. 

As they continued to stand side by side, greeting the guests and nobles who approached, there was an undeniable sense that they were already beginning to fulfill the roles they had been given—not just as a couple bound by duty, but as partners who could rely on each other. It was a realization that came to both of them quietly, amid the noise and formality of the engagement ball. And though neither spoke of it aloud, they could feel it—like an unspoken agreement that had taken root in the spaces between their exchanged glances and shared words.

Lady Solana, who was watching from nearby, caught the brief exchange between Levi and Solina, and her heart swelled with hope. She knew the path ahead would not be easy for her daughter, but seeing them together, facing the world with quiet determination, she allowed herself to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, this marriage would be more than a political alliance. It could be something real, something true.

The Emperor, too, watched with keen eyes, the corners of his lips curving ever so slightly upward. He saw the way Levi and Solina carried themselves, the natural ease with which they now interacted, and he knew that the future he had envisioned was beginning to take shape.

As the evening wore on, the music began to play once more, filling the grand ballroom with melodies that carried a promise of change and the anticipation of a new era. Solina and Levi continued to stand at the center of it all, a couple who had started as strangers but who were already learning to stand together, even in a room filled with whispers and shadows. And with each passing moment, the applause and conversations that surrounded them seemed to fade, leaving only the shared understanding that had grown between them—a promise, unspoken but unmistakably present.

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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

[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. 

[harley-rose25]

Explaining how/why Eren is a psychopath/sociopath for funnsies (it's a very long post)

So, some days ago I was thinking about how whenever I or anyone else says we think Eren Yeager has some kind of cluster B personality disorder someone shows up to tell us we are wrong and don't understand the character; but, then I realized that I haven't actually explained my reasons and why I think this, so here's this post to do just that.

first of all, I think, when I say Eren is a psychopath/has aspd/whatever you wanna call it people think that I'm saying Eren is evil, that he's just an evil psycho that decided to do the rumbling and murder billions of people cause he's just an evil monster and that's it; there's no reason other than he just wanted to kill billions of people, thought it'd be fun. That is not what I'm saying. First of all, I don't believe that people with ASPD are necessarily bad people. I'm not making a judgment on Eren moral character, rather I'm presenting my theory on one factor that makes Eren the way he is, and really it's all just for fun.

My understanding of ASPD is based on the DSM-5 (my copy of the DSM-5 was printed in 2013) and various accounts from people diagnosed with ASPD, but I'm not a professional so, obviously, this isn't meant to be educational. I will also note that technically a person can not be diagnosed with ASPD until they are 18 years of age; but, since Eren is not a real person (in this reality) and we aren't actually diagnosing anyone, we are going to ignore that.

I will list the criteria for ASPD and indicated which one I believe apply to Eren and which ones don't.

According to the DSM-5 the criteria for ASPD are as follows: A. "A pervasive pattern of disregard for and violation of of the rights of others as indicated by 3 or more of the following"

"Failure to conform to social norms with respect to lawful behavior, as indicated by repeatedly performing acts that are grounds for arrest" Yes. I'm gonna say this one does pertain Eren. Him murdering 3 people is a pretty substantial example of an act that would be grounds for arrest, He also makes attempts to physically assault people on at least 2 occasions in the 1st two episodes. One being an old man and the other a Military officer, this showing his disregard for authority. His disregard is also shown when he is disappointed that Levi actually follows orders, and again when he's about the disregard orders himself and transform during the female titan chase, and then also basically all of season 4.

"deceitfulness, as indicated by repeated lying, use of aliases, or conning others for personal profit or pleasure." No, but also Yes, actually. I don't think Eren is ever really deceitful other than not telling anyone about the future memories or about the the royal blood titan Dina; which was to protect Historia (and also I think to prevent the military from attempting to feed him to someone else and thus preventing him from actually accomplishing anything) and his infiltration into Marley, but since that was an undercover military operation (that was un authorized and that he just decided to do himself) deceitfulness in these instances is not indicative of a pattern of behavior. Although the fact that he lied by omission for 4 years while creating a cult following to form a coupe that would take over the government shows that he is very capable and willing to be extremely deceitful when it suites his goals. So, actually Yes this kinda does apply to Eren.

"Impulsivity or failure to plan ahead." Yes. See Eren's entire character. Ok, he actually is really good at long term planning and maintaining a goal; see Him deciding to join the scouts at like 8 and then never wavering and following through on that at (what 14?) See basically all of season 4. However, Eren is impulsive and doesn't plan ahead, in the moment. He is emotionally charged and as such will charge into situations without thinking and without considering the consequences.

"Irritability and aggressiveness, as indicated by repeated physical fights or assaults." Yes. See Eren attempting to assault an old man in the 1st episode, also attempting to assault a military officer in the 2nd, also see him violently headbutting Mikasa in (the 4th or 5th??)

"Reckless disregard for safety of self or others." Yes. See Eren's entire character. He's called a suicidal maniac for a reason. He does also seem to have a slight disregard for others safety, not because he doesn't care about them, he wants them to be safe, but it seems that his valuing others doesn't temper his actions; however, I think this fits better as evidence under criteria number 3.

"Consistent irresponsibility, as indicated by repeated failure to sustain consistent work behavior or honor financial obligations." No, I don't think this one applies to Eren.

"Lack of remorse, as indicated by being indifferent to or rationalizing having hurt, mistreated, or stolen from another" If you asked someone to explain what ASPD or psychopathy is I think there's a pretty high chance they'll say something about lack of remorse, and Yes, this one does, also, apply to Eren. See him murdering 3 adult men and immediately justifying it (whether or not you agree that the 3 human trafficker's deserved what they got isn't relevant.) , see Eren killing a bunch of people by throwing Annie onto a building and then never even mentioning it (that might be anime only Idk; I heard that fight was different in the manga)

So according to the DSM-5 You need 3 of the above 7 criteria; Eren has 5 or 6. If He existed in the real world he would 100% be diagnosed with some kind of cluster B personality disorder if not ASPD. On to some other points that aren't listed as criteria in the DSM-5; I've watched/viewed contend by a number of people diagnosed with ASPD; so, some things I've noted:

People with ASPD often suffer from boredom; They are bored easily. and Kid Eren was also very bored

They also tend to have 'dead eyes' or eyes that look empty and without emotion. It might be weird to link this to Eren because his Bright and expressive Teal Eyes are like one of his defining features but look at His eyes as a kid and especially before meeting Armin, before Mikasa, before Armin shows him the book and tells him about his dream to see the outside world. Before any of this Eren's eyes are pretty dead.

I've seen people argue that its because of the world he lives in. That the violence and trauma of the world he's in makes him this way. I disagree; I think that the world being the way it is in AOT is what gives Eren a semblance or normalcy. Fighting Titans gives him something to do and focus his aggression on. I think one way to tell if a character behavior is because of the world or because of their innate self is to compare them to other people in that world and the other people we see in AOT don't have the same or really even a very similar mind to Eren. He is clearly abnormal.

I could probably say more but I'm gonna stop... for now at least.

[levisrations]

Thinking about Levi in Marley with that blue suit 🫶🏽