#angelanimedesaray

[l3visthighs]

Thank you for the tag @yunjitsu 🫶 this is such a cute little quiz. I love my result!

no pressure: @romantichomicide95 @ackerbootytobbi @kikarou @topaz-carbuncle @captainleviswifee @levi-ackerman-ds @ohmypawsandwhiskers @an-ever-angry-bi @angelanimedesaray + anyone else

i made a quiz: what does your soul smell like? (friendship/ relationship compatibility in the results!)

[thesilencebeforeastorm]

Hanji Zoe Aesthetic - Attack on Titan 🔬🧪

Aesthetics Masterlist

Tags: @humanitys-hottestsoldier @paopufruittt @mysteriousmagicx @erwinsmithh @angelanimedesaray @huntersbunker @final-fantasy-xv-nut

[ayatosmlktea]

𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆

A/N: wow after two thousand years I’ve finally written a second chapter! After posting the first one I got really discouraged becauseeeee I waited too long to write down my ideas and lost ALL of them SO here we are. It’s going to stick pretty close with the themes in supernatural but I’m going to add my own twists here and there because I can. I also haven’t watched supernatural in like...5 years so I mostly going off things from like season 1-7. For those of you who are still interested in this, thank you for your support! It means a lot to me. If you would like to be tagged in this series leave it in the comments! I hope you enjoy this next chapter :)

Tag list: @angelanimedesaray, @regalillegal

Previous Chapter

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 2

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“You’re weak Y/N” Grisha’s words ring loudly in her ears, repeating over and over like an endless broken record. Slowly they mix in with Eren’s voice, taunting her for being so useless.

“You’re pathetic, You should have kept her safe! I’m ashamed to call you my daughter” Y/N covers her ears with her palms squeezing her eyes shut.

“Shut up!” she yells but their voices only grow louder, new unfamiliar ones danced around her head but she refused to open her eyes. The air was becoming increasingly hot, and the longer she stayed there unmoving the more her skin began to burn unbearably. Turning her body away from the distorted image of her father, she wills her eyes to open and runs from the trail of flames that were inching closer to her body with every second she remained unmoving.

 The sounds of blood curdling screams makes her blood run cold, bodies littered the corner of her vision but Y/N couldn’t bear to look. The smell of burnt flesh and blood was enough to make her throat burn with bile but she forced herself not to vomit. It was the same story every time, she would run until her legs were so stiff she couldn’t move anymore. The bright light calling out to her like a siren always just out of her grasp, the exit was so close but she always lost. Her lungs burned for oxygen, the muscles in her legs aching with the need for rest. Distant barking makes her heart jump into her throat, she couldn’t stop now. If the hellhounds caught up to her it would be futile.

“Better hurry up sweetheart” an all too familiar sickly sweet voice drawled, he felt too close to her body and Y/N could practically feel his breath at the back of her neck. The hellhounds were going to catch up to her, there was nothing else she could do anymore. Her mind was screaming relentlessly to get up, keep going. Her body collapsed onto the dirty wet ground, chest heaving as she gasped for air. Zeke’s smile was anything but warm, his eyes always twinkling with the same sadistic expression he always wore. It made all the hairs on her arms stand up, no matter how many times she experienced this nightmare Y/N still couldn’t fight the trembling that overtook her body.

“Such a shame doll, I really thought you were gonna make it this time” his sinister smile made her want to punch him in the throat. Crouching down to her level his hands tilt her chin up.

“Time is ticking Y/N. I suggest you hurry up, I’m not a patient man” She can see the hounds of the corner of her eye, the sheer size of them alone made her freeze up. It was a losing fight, she was nothing more than a weak mortal and Zeke didn’t have to use a quarter of his strength to easily overpower her.

“I’m thinking tonight we take it a little slower, what do you think? My hounds aren’t patient either but I think we’ll all enjoy watching you bleed out.” Her body suddenly feels as though it’s being weighed down by an anchor. The tightening pressure against her chest is agonizing and causes her to draw in uneven gasps of air.

“Be a good girl and let me hear those screams yeah?” Y/N squeezes her eyes shut bracing herself for the feeling of dagger like teeth digging into her skin but it never comes. 

Cold pellets of rain beat down on her skin as her body is slammed unceremoniously onto muddy grass. The pressure that was there moments ago finally released, the rain a welcome sensation against her reddened skin. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, the heavy downpour making it difficult to see anything more than a few feet away. A flash of lightning illuminates a figure standing in front of her. His pale grey eyes quickly captured her attention. His presence didn’t make Y/N anxious, in fact it was comforting and almost...familiar.

Crouching down to her level his hand brushes wet hair from her forehead.

“What am I going to do with you Y/N?” He asks, the smooth baritone of his voice gliding over her senses like silk.

“Who are you? What the hell is going on?” The rawness of her throat makes her voice painfully raspy. His touch is gone as quickly as it had come, her skin already missing his touch. The man leans forward, his lips just barely grazing her ear lobe.

“Time is running out. Now wake up and find me”

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“Y/N! Wake up goddammit!” Her eyes shoot open, Mike’s concerned eyes are the first thing she sees. Her head felt like it was swimming, her body was shivering uncontrollably under her drenched clothes.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” Mike’s firm voice helps bring her consciousness back to reality.

“Huh?” Blinking slowly she realizes that she’s standing in the middle of  an open field, her bare feet are covered in mud. Grabbing her arm gently Mike leads her back to his truck, opening the passenger side door he helps her in, covering her with a thick blanket before sliding into the driver’s seat. The sound of rain beating against the roof of the car pulls her barely conscious mind towards sleep. Snapping his fingers in front of her face Mike forces her to look at him.

“Sorry but you can’t go to sleep yet hun.” Y/N groans through chattering teeth. Her body was shaking so hard it almost hurt.

“We’ll be home soon and then you’ll have some nice hot chocolate. How does that sound? Can you stay awake for me Y/N?” She could barely understand anything he was saying, but could make out enough to grunt in response. The promise of her favourite hot beverage gave her something to focus on as she visualized the pleasant feeling of warmth sliding down her throat. Before she knew it they were back at the house, Mike  scooped her into his arms and ran inside where Mikasa was already shuffling around the kitchen. Her head whipped around at the sound of the door slamming shut.

“Get her out of those wet clothes, I’m going to get more blankets” Mike instructs setting Y/N down in front of the fireplace. Her eyes are glued to the orange flames, the way they danced along the burnt wood captivating her attention.

“Y/N can you lift your arms for me?” Mikasa’s voice was so soft, Y/N couldn’t help but comply with her sister’s simple demand even if her arms felt like lead. The feeling of warm dry clothes made her sigh in content. The hot chocolate had tasted even better than she imagined and it wasn’t long before Y/N had fallen asleep again on the couch.

“What the fuck is going on? This is the fourth time this has happened!” Mikasa sighed, her heart felt heavy. Something was wrong with Y/N, ever since they had gotten to Mike’s after leaving the hospital she had started sleep walking. Questioning her after the fact was pointless, Y/N couldn’t remember anything that had happened after waking up.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s residual stress from your hunt.”  Mike mused, green eyes trained on her sleeping form. It had been a little over a month since the girls had shown up at his doorstep. Y/N had confessed everything the night they’d shown up after Mikasa had gone to bed, he knew about the deal she’d made to save her sister.

“Please don’t tell Mikasa! I can handle this on my own but she can’t find out that I sold my soul” Y/N pleaded with him, tears slowly streaming down her cheeks. Mike’s heart ached for them, he’d been hunting long enough to know that their lives were never destined for happy endings.

“You don’t think she’s going to notice when your ass gets dragged to hell by hounds?” He retorted harsher than intended. Y/N bites her lip nervously, of course she’d thought about it.

“I’ll...I’ll tell her in my own time. But I need your help finding Levi, whoever the fuck he is” Mike didn’t want to have to lie to the younger girl but he knew that Y/N needed all the help she could get. He’d heard of Zeke before, his status as a high level demon had made him infamous among hunters. The fact that they’d both managed to get away unscathed meant that Levi was a major player in whatever plan Zeke had in mind.

“Fine but you have to promise me you’re going to fight like hell to undo this. I don’t care how dirty you have to play, you make sure your soul stays on this goddamn Earth”

“Get some sleep kid, I’ll stay up and watch her.” Mike pats Mikasa on the shoulder before settling in the armchair in the corner of the living room. Mikasa curls up on the sofa next to Y/N, the fear of constantly waking up to find her sister missing was making her increasingly paranoid about leaving her side. Losing Eren had been hard enough but she refused to lose Y/N too.

Mike waited until he was sure the younger girl was sleeping before pulling out his cell phone to make a call.

“Yeah Hange, it’s Mike. I’m gonna be calling in that favour now.”

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[angeldesaray]

I just Made A New Blog: AngelAnimeDesaray

I'm moving all my anime and otome content over there, namely SAO, AOT, MLQC, and Devils' Line. so if you're here for that content, it's going to be at @angelanimedesaray I've also opened writing requests for those fandoms over there, especially since I'm in a fan fever for them right now and the muse should come easily, so go ahead and reblog to spread the news.

[thesilencebeforeastorm]

Needy - Eren x Reader

A/n: Is this?? Is this my first NSFW fic??? It is!! I gotta thank @humanitys-hottestsoldier for HER INFLUENCE. IT’S THIRST HOURS

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You and Eren were at dinner tonight, a date that he had promised you the week prior. You two decided to dress up a bit, him settling for a simple dress down shirt, rolled up at the elbow to hug his muscles, and pants while you wore a short black dress that hugged your curves all too well and some heels that weren’t too high. 

The date was going fairly well with the food being good and all. Problem was that Eren couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Everything you did seemed to be distracting him. The way you brushed your finger against your lip when looking at the menu and the way the little drops of water looked on your chest after you accidentally spilled some on you while you were drinking. The cleavage of your dress was driving him wild as he imagined leaving hickies all over your breast. He couldn’t fight the distractions any longer with his cock growing uncomfortably stiff in his pants. You were rambling about something that had gone on earlier in the week as you were finishing your food before he cut you off.

“We’re leaving”

“What? Why what happened??” you asked, confusion taking over.

He motioned the waiter over for the check, not answering your question as he got up, thanking himself in his head that his boxers were tight enough to hide his erection. Leaving the money and tip on the table, he pulled you out of there as fast as he could and around the corner of the restaurant into an alley.

“The hell Eren, what are you -”

Your words were cut off again by his lips crashing into yours, a surprised noise escaping your lips followed by a muffled moan as he attacked your lips in a fervent hunger. Pressed against the wall, his hands found their way to grip your ass and you grabbed his hair and pulled him in closer in response to his sudden actions. He pulled away for a moment.

“Eren -” 

“You think you can just wear something like that and expect me not to fuck you?”

His eyes were a darker green than normal and full of lust as he went for your lips again. His hand trailed up your thigh, finding its way in between your legs, feeling your panties already wet. A soft moan escaped his lips at the realization that you were wet for him as he pushed your panties to the side eagerly and coated his fingers with your juices and teased your clit before he dipped his finger into your sex. Pulling away from your lips, Eren began curling his finger, searching for that sweet spot before entering another finger into you. A gasp followed by a moan at the sudden sensation escaped your lips as he began to quicken the pace, finding that sweet spot that he knew drove you wild. You looked down to see what he was doing before he grabbed your face with his other hand, forcing you to look up at him.

“I didn’t say you could look down. Look at me”, he commanded. “I want to see your face when you cum”.

Your breathing had picked up as his fingers continued to hit your g-spot at a fast pace, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. You struggled to keep your eyes on Eren as you felt your walls clench around his fingers and a pressure building up in your lower stomach. You were close and you both knew it. 

You gripped his arm tight as you felt your vision become hazy and your eyes closed but you were stopped by Eren’s hand forcing you to keep your view on him. 

“Don’t you dare close your eyes on me”.

“Eren- I’m gonna cum -” , you breathed out heavily.

“Cum for me then”. A few more pumps was all it took for you to have your sweet release. 

“Erennnn!” you cried out loud, not caring for who heard you as you came undone around his fingers, drenching them with your warm juices. Your legs were shaking as you tried to relax from your high.

Removing his fingers from your pussy, he took in how much your juices coated his fingers as he licked them off, wanting to taste you. 

“Fuck, you taste so good” he groaned as he looked into your eyes once more.

Right at that moment, the filthiest thought came to your mind as you grabbed his fingers and sucked your juices off of them, careful not to leave one drop left. Your tongue swirled around them, your eyes filled with the same lust he had, leaving him wide eyed at the scene before him. Not being able to control himself any longer, he tore at the top of your dress, pulling it down, leaving your breasts exposed to the cool air of the night, as the soft wind made your nipples perk up. Eren wasted no time in attacking them, sucking on your nipples harshly and leaving dark marks on your skin, fulfilling the dirty thoughts he had earlier. You cried out in pleasure at the sensitivity, arching your body towards him as he began undoing his pants, his cock no longer being able to be held back by his boxers. He pulled it out of his pants, jerking off a bit before he pulled away from you. Your eyes met his length, your mouth watering for what was to come. He ripped your panties off of you and spit on his cock, rubbing the saliva thoroughly before lifting your leg around his arm, rubbing himself against your wet cunt for extra lubrication.

“You want my cock that bad?”

“Mmph, yes Eren! Ple- ahh”

Without warning, shoved his length into you, a loud and needy moan escaping your lips as he began thrusting into you, his pace unforgiving as the sounds of the alley were filled with your loud moans and slapping skin. Your dress had shifted upward, leaving your bare ass exposed to the cool breeze flowing though. Your hand grabbed the wall as the other grabbed his hair, the loose strands sticking to his forehead now from the sweat. Small grunts left his lips as he went for your neck and sucked hungrily at your collar bones, a feeling of ecstacy washing over your body again. The pleasure in your lower stomach from earlier began forming again just as you felt Eren’s thrust become sloppy. 

“I’m gonna cum” he breathed out heavily.

You grabbed his hair and yanked it back, not too hard for it to actually hurt him but enough to get his attention to focus on you. If he had wanted to see your face when you came, then he was going to do the same for you. 

Eren grunted roughly as you felt him release himself into you after a few more hard pumps, his hot and sticky cum flowing out of your wet heat. You cried out again as you felt your release at the same time, though you squirted on his cock, leaving him to feel the warm liquid drip down his shaft and onto your thighs. 

“Fuck...” he breathed out, taking in the sight before him between your legs. He didn’t want this to be over. 

Fixing yourselves to not look like a couple that had just fucked in an alleyway, Eren picked you up, a small yelp leaving you as he headed for the car. 

“Don’t think I’m done with you just yet. We’re finishing this at home”.

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Tagging: @paopufruittt @angelanimedesaray @mysteriousmagicx @final-fantasy-xv-nut

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[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

ty for tags!!! @kikarouflames @dreamtuna @topaz-carbuncle

3 ships you like: uhhh probably ghoulcy, captain swan, and maybe stilydia? first ship ever: delena lol last song you heard: currently have my playlist on repeat because i'm trying to work (unsuccessful)

favorite childhood book: oh geez idk? probably the percy jackson series, that series took over my life from like the age of 10-14 currently reading: uhhhhh i recently bought no regrets so i guess i'm technically reading that? other than that, there are some self-help books lol currently watching: i'm rewatching fallout with my husband after binge-watching all of it in like two days last week LMAO currently consuming: this earl grey tea :3 i need my caffeine and can't do coffee anymore :( currently craving: this korean-mexican fusion food from Seoul Taco! i'm gonna get one of their burrito bowls and i've been craving it since last night ksdjflskf

no pressure #'s: @flametrashira @moonchild-angel @ackerbootytobbi @humanitys-strongest-brat @yoongikapi @postwarlevi @angelanimedesaray + anyone else! :3

Thank you for the tag @thistlecatfics :D

3 ships you like: Sirius/Severs is a very loved favourite. Fenrir/Alphard is a personal headcanon, and for some non-Harry Potter: Niki/Joe from The Old Guard will always have my heart

First ship ever: Niki/Joe brought me to writing fanfic, before them I mostly did OCs.

Last song you heard: I'm all shook up from Elvis. We are in our "teach the kids some good music fundamentals"phase.

Favourite childhood book: Astrid Lindgren's Ronia, the Robber's Daughter - such a beautiful book to teach kids about tolerance, acceptance and about making their own decisions

Currently reading: Terry Pratchett - the collected books :)

Currently watching: I am a bit in between because I just finished "The law according to Lidia Poet" a beautiful Italian series - obscure but absolutely worth it (give it a try if you can)

Currently consuming: lemon white chocolate cookie, super unhealthy but good for the soul

Currently craving: the next ball room dance. I will have to wait a whole year and it was so perfect yesterday

I tag @squintclover , @soloorganaas, @tracingpatternswrites, @metalomagnetic AND @meteoralinart

[ayatosmlktea]

Tagged by the beautiful @yuueimagines

bold your answers

↣ appearance

i am over 5’5 // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing over tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear makeup // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball caps backwards (but only ironically)

↣ hobbies and interests

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with my friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

↣ relationships

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have hooked up with my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have had a long-distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

↣ aesthetic

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sunrise// i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

↣ miscellaneous

i can fall asleep in moving vehicles // i am the mom friend // i live by certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least 3 dogs

You’re not obligated to do these so don’t feel pressured, also my brain is a burning pile of trash rn so if I forgot someone I apologize! And if u wanna do this and I didn’t mention you, you’re tagged by me!

Tags: @suckersuki @guavadance @sondering-thoughts @lovingshoto @thesecretnerd27 @xoxo-dede @sxnrisewrites @what-a-creative-username @thesilencebeforeastorm @mysteriousmagicx @angelanimedesaray @theiryoongi @svndazing @bakugoustanaccount @k-atsukidayo @bnhatrashh @sunshhinnee @final-fantasy-xv-nut @huntersbunker

[thesilencebeforeastorm]

Here's a random Levi headcannon that nobody asked for

The Type of Home Modern Levi Would Have:

I can see Levi having a minimalistic style type home

Levi wouldn't have a lot of stuff in his home, being that he wants his home to not look cluttered. He wouldn't own that many things anyways.

White would be his go to color. Since he cleans all the time, he doesn't have to worry about things getting dirty or stained and there's something about the shine of the table he's cleaning that really sets him at ease and makes him crack a smile.

White also makes things brighter aside from the sunlight shining through.

Idk if he would have plants but if he did, he would take good care of them. He'd make sure they have enough water and sunlight.

Better take off your shoes at the door. He'll murder you if you step in with dirt.

He'd have coasters for the table so he or his guest can set their tea cups down on. One time a guest of his set their cup on the table without a coaster and let's just say that wasn't a good idea.

He really enjoys waking up and going home to a clean home.

He'll drink his tea while looking around, just feeling relaxed.

If he was living with someone, they'd have to be very clean or at least try their best to be. He really doesnt like dirt or having a messy home.

If he had frames up, they'd be minimalistic paintings or something simple to just fit his aesthetic. He wouldn't want too many holes in the walls tho.

He has one picture of his mom on a dresser.

Although he has insomnia, sometimes he'll sleep on the couch if he is tired. The couch is pretty comfy anyways.

He enjoys being alone but if he had a partner, he wouldn't mind their company as long as they're pretty chill.

His home is a peaceful home.

Tagging: @humanitys-hottestsoldier @paopufruittt @mysteriousmagicx @erwinsmithh @angelanimedesaray @final-fantasy-xv-nut @huntersbunker

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[ayatosmlktea]

What good Levi fiction blogs do you recommend? I hope you're having a nice day/night 🙂

Hello! I'm okay, going through it rn but it’s chill. I hope you’re having a good day/night!

uhh well my main ones right now are @mysteriousmagicx, @duker42 - their stuff is addictive, probably more than my addiction to caffeine. 

@erwinsmithh writes some hella good angst with Levi and erwin 

@thesilencebeforeastorm has really cute Levi fluff, also writes amazing jean Marco fics, you should read them because they give me life

@angelanimedesaray has a couple really amazing projects that are out! I especially love a quest for gods! 

@svndazing just started out but her work is really cute and I’m looking forward to more from her! 

Edit: I also forgot to add @final-fantasy-xv-nut !! For her fantasy smutty eren au’s 👌🏼

I hope this helps! 

[thesilencebeforeastorm]

I love Armin as if he was my son. Would you want to do something about being his guardian? 😊 Thank you!

Being Armin's Guardian 😊

• Armin is the total embodiement of sunshine, so being his guardian brings nothing but joy into your life

• He's very helpful around the house, never really one to complain about doing chores. If the two of you were doing it together, it would be a bonding experience.

• Armin is very smart. He's always trying to show you new things he found or read about

• With that being said: books, books, books!

• Armin loves to read and has a bookcase filled with books of every kind of genre

• Every night, he would choose a book that he wants you to read for him

• When reading, you like to change your voice to fit the characters and to be dramatic. This always gets Armin to either laugh or for his bright blue eyes to widen with fascination at the story

• One particular night, Armin was quiet while you were reading to him. He didn't have the usual reactions he would always have and you knew he wasn't exactly tired yet.

• Closing the book and asking him what was wrong, he curled up almost into a ball next to you, expressing his feelings about how kids tease him for always reading

• "The kids at school tease me for being a bookworm..."

• It hurt you to see him like this, to be teased about something he loved doing

• You assured him that those kids were just feeling threatened by how smart he was and that there was nothing wrong with reading. Books provided endless stories and worlds to explore and that he shouldn't stop reading because of those kids.

• You're very protective over Armin. You want to find out who's teasing him about this. You would make sure to find out who did so.

• I can see Armin always wanting to be around you like glue. Not in an annoying sense but because he genuinely enjoys your company.

• Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles!

• Aside from cuddling to read stories, Armin likes to cuddle any chance he gets. Sometimes it leads to tickle fights.

• His smile and laugh cures anything. Feeling sad? Not anymore

• Armin has much love to offer

• His friends Eren and Mikasa were in your house often, the three of them playing games, chatting, staying for dinner often and sometimes they had sleep overs

• You were glad that Armin had friends who he could rely on and feel happy with. They were protective of him just as much as you were.

• Armin is fascinated by stars, so you would look outside his window with him and try to point out all the stars you could.

• If he knew the constellation (due to his knowledge), he'd point it out to you and you would praise him for it.

• Armin overall is just fun loving and a good kid. Never really gets in trouble for anything

• Bless this boy

Tagqing: @myoceanlivesinyoureyes @humanitys-hottestsoldier @paopufruittt @angelanimedesaray @mysteriousmagicx @erwinsmithh @final-fantasy-xv-nut @huntersbunker

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[thesilencebeforeastorm]

Did somebody say Punk Levi??

Here's my treat to ya 😌😌🖤

@humanitys-hottestsoldier @paopufruittt @angelanimedesaray @huntersbunker @final-fantasy-xv-nut @mysteriousmagicx

[thesilencebeforeastorm]

Shinya Hīragi - Seraph of the End

This one is for @paopufruittt 😁 Guren will be next, soon..

@humanitys-hottestsoldier @mysteriousmagicx @erwinsmithh @huntersbunker @angelanimedesaray @final-fantasy-xv-nut

[amywritesthings]

scout services hotline tag list 📲

@youre-ackermine @skelkitty @skadivalholl @peanutbuttermoony @peachdues

@scopyroris @humanitys-strongest-brat @nube55 @sixpennydame

@witch-works @jrreigns @attendezlacrem3 @ghostkennedy @kglebis

@lyis @comidacorunda @writing-wh0re @katestrophes @thebobaprincess

@powercloud @chrismustdie @sleazymac-n-cheesy

@howabouticallyou @happywednessday @axkermanrenn @ddsayu @elloboflor-blog

@mostlilo @abeitriz @leviackermansfavwifey @thechaoticarchivist @captainleviswifee

@angelanimedesaray @ang3lgvts @acey-acey-acey0 @admirxation @dilflove23

@luvolani @hyunlixie143 @daisiesfor-mylove @ceriserose13 @darkstarlight82

@chaotic-on-main @venus1224idkpleaze @peepeepoopooharrie @visenyareads @thesparkisnearlygone

@hitmehrd @allthoughtsmindfull @spookysofi @delirious-donna @stayvic

@arminsbf @dannul @fr0mthefires @ssetsuka @yannvi

@pickledpedro @minminroie @moonys0chocolate @gryffindorqueensworld @baekxo07

press four for more options. | part four.

( Read on AO3 )

Pairing: levi ackerman x f!reader (attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin) Word Count: 4.6k Summary: After seeing your ex with his new girl at a work party, you take the not-so-smart advice from a friend to call a sex hotline to get over him. Your match? A baritone bossy dom named Levi.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI - alternate universe (modern), sex work, pet names, alcohol, mentions of drugs, jokes about death Credits: dividers by @saradika-graphics

part three. / return to part one. | masterlist

Night comes around.

You do not call.

In fact, you don't call the Scout Services Hotline a single time that whole weekend.

As you scroll mindlessly through social media in your bed, fluttering between apps without retaining a single word or meme, your cell phone weighs heavily in your hand.

Don't call.

Just don't call.

It isn't like you're devoid of things to do.

Going out is an option.

Being around people may help your mood — but you don’t feel like unearthing from your snuggie poncho.

Putting on a movie can be a great distraction — but you know your attention span would barely last through the opening credits.

It was him.

Right there.

Right in front of you.

Levi from Scout Services, alive and in the flesh, holding your phone.

No amount of mental gymnastics can make you doubt otherwise. 

He has a voice like no other; one that haunts your day dreams and soothes your nightmares, one that brings this sudden urge to do better for yourself—

Ironically, to be independent and strong on your own.

Which, actually, really fucking sucks now that you’re stuck with the decision to totally disappear from the gym, too.

(Kind of thwarts the whole ‘new me’ chest-puffing you’d started Friday with.)

So you make a final decision:

You still have to go to the gym Saturday, Sunday, and Monday.

Even if you say nothing, keep to yourself, remain a shadow, you have to go.

(There’s a fragile line drawn in the sands of reality. You can toe the edge, but you refuse to. This is his livelihood. You’re not delusional to believe you’re a main character exception.)

Coincidentally, Levi goes every day, too. 

Your stomach flip-flops with the unsettling realization that your perch on a treadmill actually gives you a perfect vantage point to watch him as he sets his station up every morning.

Meticulously he sets towels down to place his shaker bottle and water thermos down, as if worried the ground hadn’t been cleaned overnight.

He even takes the disinfectant cloths and cleans every dumbbell he lines up neatly before starting his workout.

The dark-haired man truly is less-than-average in height, which isn’t a turn-off to you in the slightest, but his arms — his goddamn arms.

Levi wasn’t kidding when he told you that he could pick you up.

He could probably pick two of you up, one arm each.

They’re so toned, his forearms veiny from morning dehydration.

Training vigorously in his own world, not once does he notice that you’re the bumbling idiot that’s tripped on the treadmill (see: a few times) from dissociating.

Hell, he hasn’t a single fucking clue that you’re close enough to yell across the room to him.

Would he know?

That you’re Scarlet.

His, in some made-up world.

(Does your voice stand out in a sea of lonely people?)

The cleaning ritual extends to his cooldown, where he properly cleans each piece of equipment before nestling it back in its place.

Levi sits on his phone for a second, dropping down to a bench to scroll — text messages.

(Damn it, have you really resorted to minor stalking?)

As soon as he stands, though, you drop your chin to watch your sneakers rhythmically pass one another on the treadmill belt.

He passes like a ghost, evaporating into the men’s locker room without a word.

This is torture.

You miss him.

But you still refuse to call.

Can't — because in another world you may be his, but in this world, he is not yours.

.

.

— —

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    Tuesday night rolls around and you decide you hate life.

Annie, Eren, Reiner, and Mikasa are already there by the time you walk into the downtown hotspot.

The boys as well as Mikasa are still in their suit attire from work, their ties loosened at their necks. Annie’s in a hoodie and jeans, clearly much more interested in having a comfortable evening.

If the emptied shot glasses are any indicator of the plans for this evening, then you steel yourself for one hell of a Wednesday.

You glide through the busy crowds of the bar towards the group.

Bodies upon bodies crowd this place — it’s never not a zoo at this hour, no matter the day. Saying excuse me would only waste breath. 

A live band croons on the far end of the smoky bar, forcing everyone to talk ten decibels higher just to hear the conversation.

(Can’t you turn around and go home while you’re ahead?)

In the sea of people, a pair of emerald green eyes over by a cluster of tables in the right-hand corner catch your movement. They widen, recognizing your face, and a lopsided grin of surprise follows.

“Holy shit, she left her cave!” Eren yells, holding up a cheap beer in salute to your arrival.

(Thanks Jeager, you little fuck.)

You don’t hear what she says, but you can see Mikasa’s lips part in tandem with a sharp elbow jab straight to his ribs.

Eren instantly falters his salute, souring in pain.

“I know. Don’t be so shocked,” you state to your colleagues, leaning up against the circular high-top table. “Am I the last to show?”

“Nah, you’re right on time. Armin and Jean’re on their way,” Reiner grunts, holding onto a comically small cosmopolitan in his rather large hand. “Sasha’s on babysitting duty with Nicco.”

You look around the bar for any other familiar faces.

“And Connie?”

“Passed out,” Mikasa supplies. “Took edibles after work.”

“There’s no chance in hell anyone’s waking him,” Eren snorts. “Fucker’s toast.”

Reiner sighs. “For what it’s worth, Jean tried.”

“No, Armin tried,” Annie corrects, finally piping up. She holds something on the rocks — brandy? Whiskey? You can’t tell. “Jean just laughed and kept trying to draw shit on his face.”

“You didn’t see the Snapchat he sent?” Eren asks after a gulp of his beer.

You shake your head, knowing damn well you’ve avoided using your phone for the last several days. 

Missed texts, abandoned tagged tweets, your streak in your mobile game ruined — anything so you wouldn’t be tempted to click that little number.

Damn it.

Enough wallowing.

“I’m gonna go grab a drink,” you state, disengaging with the table. “Anyone need anything?”

From your peripheral, you see a familiar mop of blonde hair walking towards your group. At his side is a much taller man sliding through the crowd, navigating the shorter one to the tiny table you’ve commandeered from the masses.

Armin and Jean.

Reiner and Annie shake their heads.

“Nope, I’m solid.”

“Good here.”

“Eren’s got the next round of shots,” Mikasa flatly states. “You’re fine.”

“Ha, hell yeah!” Eren exclaims, before he settles into a confused pause of silence. His head whips to Mikasa, blinking twice. “Wait, what?”

You don’t stick around for that aftermath.

Squeezing back into the lion’s den of people, you try not to get hit with any too-full beverages or waving hands.

You manage to weave and duck, eventually finding a small empty corner at the edge of the bar.

Success.

You rush to claim it before someone else can, your forearm on the wooden surface. 

Holding up two fingers to get the one of the three bartender’s attention, she nods once to acknowledge she sees you — she’ll get there eventually.

Two empty stools are available, so you scoot onto the one closest to the wall while waiting for your turn and drop your purse onto the other while you situate yourself. 

It’ll likely take a while if the busyness of the staff has anything to say about it.

An hour.

All you need to do is last one whole hour.

Chat a bit, mingle a little so everyone at work doesn’t think you’re a total goddamn recluse, then you can go—

“Is this seat taken?”

A question sounding to your left breaks your train of thought.

The seat.

The one next to you, where your purse lay.

Way to go, dumbass.

You answer on autopilot, not thinking twice about it.

“Oh — shit, yeah. I mean, no! No it’s not. I’m sorry.”

As your torso turns to grab your purse off of the deep red stool, your eyes drop to make sure nothing spills out of it.

“Hold on, let me just move—”

Your chin lifts to find yourself staring eye to eye with Levi.

Wait.

Levi?!

His cheekbones look even sharper under the warm hue of the bar lights overhead, lips parted like he was interrupted in asking a question.

The whites of his eyes grow more prominent with every passing second, making the blue-gray color of them stand out in stark contrast to the black curtain of fringe falling against his temples.

The realization that you spoke — that he’s seen your face before — seems to be hitting him like a goddamn freight train.

Your blood runs cold as your own eyes round.

“...my stuff.”

Weakly you finish your thought, wishing for nothing but death right now. 

Maybe a stranger, like a secret agent with wicked strength, will simply rush the bar and put you in a headlock and knock you out. 

Maybe your drink will be poisoned. 

You’re happy for anything so long as it’s swift.

Levi grunts in acknowledgement, slowly finding a spot on the empty stool beside yours.

Both of you swivel towards the bar, staring ahead.

Silence.

For what feels like hours, neither of you speak. The noise of the bar becomes overwhelming.

Somehow the surrounding voices feel amplified when you’ve lost your own. 

It’s trapped between a thousand apologies and half a dozen explanations that sound worse than the one before it.

You need to get up.

Excuse yourself out. 

Leave.

You won’t get your damn drink, but that’s fine so long as you’re not here.

“How’s your phone?”

Eventually Levi speaks, and you find yourself wishing he hadn’t. 

The effect of his voice is even worse in person — so buttery smooth, the gravel much deeper in his chest now that there isn’t a phone receiver to dilute it.

“Not… damaged,” you reply cautiously.

“Good.”

Another stretch of silence passes, and you forget about ordering drinks altogether.

Your eyes drop to view his folded hands, how the veins protrude even when resting.

His fingers are slender, strong, and hate yourself for yearning.

You have to apologize.

This is crossing a line.

You need to—

“So—”

“I’m canceling my subscription.”

You blurt a fraction later than Levi, proclaiming your innocence before he can ever condemn it.

When you meet his steely eyes, they squint with curiosity.

From the crown of your head to your chin, he assesses in a serpentine pattern before eventually finding your eyes once more.

“How come?” he asks, leaning further against the bar top.

“I— how come?”

You repeat his question in surprise.

Wildly gesturing towards the space between you with your hand, you snort.

“Uh, because that’s the right thing to do in this circumstance? Because seeing you in person is borderline unethical?”

He hums at that, not giving you much to work with.

“And for the record, I did not stalk you to this bar.”

“Didn’t think you did.”

“I’m actually here with friends—”

“Why didn’t you say something?” 

Levi interrupts, seemingly unbothered by your rambling. 

“At the gym. I can make an educated guess and say you knew it was me from the second I opened my trap, but you didn’t say anything.”

Why isn’t he freaking out?

Shouldn’t he be freaking out?

Just as you open your mouth to continue professing your innocence, the bartender walks over and points to you.

“What can I get you?”

You blanch, no longer remember how to order drinks. 

“I—”

“I got her tab,” Levi interrupts casually, tapping his index finger into the counter. “Two hard seltzers.”

Then he has the audacity to glance your way.

“Pineapple, right?”

Holy shit, he remembers your favorite flavor?

Is this a flex?

(It kind of feels like a flex; a way to say I know you, I was there.)

“...pineapple’s fine,” you murmur in return, hesitant.

The bartender doesn’t waste another second to rummage in the mini fridge on the other side of the bar for two slim cans.

For another agonizing thirty seconds, neither of you say a word.

He raises his chin to watch whatever sport’s game is playing overhead on the television.

You stare at your mirrored reflection in the bar backsplash.

This is real life.

The man you’ve spent hours talking to over the phone to, getting off to, is sitting right beside you, yet he isn’t trying to create distance.

If anything, he’s buying you a damn drink and asking you why.

Why didn’t you say something?

“I didn’t say anything at the gym because that would have been extremely inappropriate,” you finally argue under your breath, keeping the conversation strictly between you. “What would I have said? ‘Oh hey, guy I've paid to talk to on the phone every single night for the past week. Isn’t it crazy that I actually go to the same gym as you?’ That’s so creepy.” 

When he says nothing, still staring at you, you continue to bury yourself into a deeper grave.

“I mean, I thought you lived, like… a billion miles from me. Maybe from another planet.”

His brows pinch with amusement. 

“On Mars, or…?”

Oh.

He’s joking.

He’s actually joking about this.

You turn your chin, brow furrowed. “This isn’t funny.”

“It’s a little funny.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, and you have to force yourself to maintain eye contact.

“I wondered why you looked so scared of me on Friday. Thought maybe I smelled like shit from my workout.”

No, you want to say. Unfortunately it was the goddamn opposite.

“So you’re not…”

“Worried you’re a stalker trying to dox me because of my job?”

Levi blatantly finishes, and you wince.

Clearly he notices your embarrassment, because he sighs and relaxes his shoulders.

“I’m more pissed that you didn’t call all weekend, but then again, that’s the nature of the job.”

You both watch each other for a moment as the bartender returns, passing you both pineapple hard seltzers to nurse.

He pushes your can to your hand, nudging the icy-cold aluminum against your thumb, then picks up his own.

“The nature of the job?” you repeat, and he nods.

“People get bored. Run out of funds. Novelty wears off fast.” 

Levi shrugs, sipping his drink. 

“Just because you like talking to someone doesn’t mean they stick around. Wouldn’t blame 'em — shit gets expensive quick.”

“I just…”

You trail off, fighting to find the correct words to say.

“...I thought it wasn’t right to call again, knowing I knew what you looked like, so I didn’t.” 

Explaining yourself makes your tongue feel sluggish, like you were caught red-handed in a crime you didn’t know you’d committed until hindsight.

“I can leave you alone,” you decide to add, holding your drink tighter. “Like I said, I’m here with my friends and… after all, you were doing your job. A great job. You’re kind of the reason I’m even here in the first place.”

Levi’s brow knits, and your eyes widen.

“Not like that!”

“Pretty shit at asserting yourself even in person,” he murmurs like it’s a cheeky inside joke, and he sips once more. “So how am I the reason?”

He’s not angry.

Hell, he’s conversational.

Not the least bit worried about how you’ve both managed to get here.

Might as well be honest.

“Because I decided to stop being a little less scared of the world,” you confess softly. “It— That’s why I got to the gym so early on Friday. I wanted to start doing strength training, like how you talk about how much you love it. And… I thought, maybe, I’d spend more time with friends. Get out there more. Be more assertive — beyond right now, obviously.”

The dark-haired man’s expression smooths at that in a mixture of recognition and surprise.

The slide of his brow is beautiful, and your heart squeezes at the sight of an animated Levi in the flesh, just as you pictured.

“Do you have to go back to your friends right now?”

At first you don’t quite register his question, but then it causes butterflies to flutter in your stomach.

He looks left to right, as if trying to find your troop of buddies, before returning his attention back to you.

“You don’t… want me to leave?”

Levi shakes his head.

You feel bolted to your stool, unable to move even if you wanted to.

Simultaneously you sip your drinks, keeping eye contact.

It feels intimate.

Too intimate.

“So, then…” You start slowly. “What does this mean?”

“Well,” Levi begins, mulling it over in his head. “Means the whole provider-client relationship has basically gone to shit. You know my face, now I know yours.”

“Right.”

“Then again, that professionalism was already well into a shit pile way before Friday morning.”

You blink, not following. “Huh?”

“There’s nothing in the company policy about what to do when you stumble into your client at the damn local gym, but there sure as hell wasn’t anything about…”

Levi trails off, clenching his jaw in debate.

“...about crossing the line I practically leapt over. I’m good at my job because of my detachment, but this was the only time I bordered on unethical myself. That wasn’t fair to you, and I’m sorry.”

Sorry.

Levi… was sorry?

The words blurt faster than you can stop yourself. “Why the hell are you sorry?”

His eyes widen with a budding uncertainty.

“I… just said I crossed the line?”

“When?”

“On the phone?”

“Okay, duh, but when?”

“Our last session.”

“So that was real.”

Levi actually got off to your voice.

If you weren’t in such shock about sitting here face-to-face with him at a local bar, then perhaps your ego would have, in fact, made a crash landing on Mars.

He considers his next words very carefully. 

“It wasn’t supposed to be.”

Then he sips more before shaking his head.

“Look. It’s… a job a friend of mine got me. I’m not a real-life Casanova or any of that shit. Hell, most of my time was spent training punks to fight in a boxing ring, so I never had the energy for relationships or dating.”

You can't hide your surprise. “You were a fighter?”

He makes a noncommittal face.

“Loosely. Personal trainer, training in general — fell into it after I got out of the service.”

“Right, you were in the army,” you murmur, and the edge of his lips upticks at your recollection.

“A couple of months ago the gym I worked for went under, money got tight, so I thought I’d try it out. Guess everyone says it's hard to teach an old dog new tricks, but bossing fighters around and fielding horny-ass callers ain't all that different."

Levi turns his chin just so to regard you under a wispy black fringe.

“I can usually predict what someone wants. The people that call this hotline shit, they’re in and out."

He takes a pause.

"You, though — the second I picked up your call, you threw me through a goddamn loop.”

You use your nail on your index finger to absently scratch the side of your thumb, attempting to process everything he’s telling you.

"First night we spoke, actually, I ended up at this very bar to contemplate why the fuck I wanted you to call back. Didn't want you blowing your money on it, obviously, it's overpriced and ridiculous, but — it clearly shook me up enough for me to take then ten-minute walk in the middle of the night in the first place."

Ten minutes.

That length of time strikes something in you.

“So, your… office building isn’t far?” you slowly ask.

Levi shakes his head. “No, no office. I work remotely. Kind of the reason why I took the gig in the first place. I wouldn’t do this shit if I had an audience in a damn two-by-four cube.”

You’re not sure what possesses you to confess it, but you point past your shoulder. 

“My apartment complex is actually six blocks down the street.”

Ten minutes away, is your implication.

His hand had raised to sip from his seltzer can, but it halts immediately.

His eyes narrow. 

“The complex on Junction Ave?”

“Yeah," you say.

“Right across from—”

“The Reiss deli.”

That narrowed gaze shoots wide. “You’re shitting me.”

“You say the word shit a lot.”

“Baby, I live there,” he blurts.

“Wait, what?”

Now it’s your turn for your eyes to nearly pop out of your skull.

(You’re too shocked to even process what he called you.)

He huffs in a brief laugh, shaking his head.

“You gotta be fucking with me.”

“I’m not! Wait, you live in the same building as me?”

“You said Thomas was your goddamn mailman,” Levi states. “Do you know how many fucking Thomas the Mailmen there are in this world? I didn’t think we’d have the same one.”

Holy shit.

Oh, holy shit.

You sit up taller in your seat. “Wait, what floor?”

“Sixteenth.”

“I’m on the tenth!” you exclaim in your shock. “Holy shit, so you…”

Have been right above me this entire time.

Your phone buzzes, ruining your train of thought. 

Reflexively you look down to see the preview of Annie’s message over your lock screen.

[A. LEONHART]: Did u die?

Right.

You’re here with friends.

“Friends wondering where you are?” Levi inquiries at the sight of your growing frown.

“Yeah, give me a sec.”

You swipe the screen north and type a reply.

[ME]: Talking to someone. Be over in a bit.

Annie’s reply is immediate, and you turn your phone from Levi’s view in mortification.

[A. LEONHART]: 🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆

[A. LEONHART]: WINGMAN??? NEED????

[ME]: NO! Do not come over here!

[A. LEONHART]: ok ok ok noted

[A. LEONHART]: i’ll keep jaeger to the left end of the bar

“Looks urgent.”

“Huh?” 

You shoot a glance back up to Levi, who’s now angled towards you with his cheek squished against his clenched fist. His elbow props him up on the bar top. 

“No! No. It’s just my friend Annie. She — is actually the one who gave me the number to that hotline in the first place,” you confess.

Levi hums in that delicious way you’ve come to crave. 

“I don’t want to derail your evening. I’ve already taken you away from them for a while.”

Your heart is hesitant, but it grows despite yourself. 

“If you want me to stay, then I’ll stay,” you quietly state. “I… liked talking to you. I mean, beyond the whole — you know.”

He nods once, setting his drink down. 

“For what it’s worth, I don’t want you to disappear, either. My job’s not exactly corporate. Not many people can separate fantasy from reality. With you, I never had to bullshit what it was, but…”

Levi trails off, sighing heavily.

“...but I also understand if it’s just a fantasy, for you.”

Something nestles itself between the lines of his words. 

Something he isn’t saying outright, sussing out if he has any right to try.

“Do you really mean that, Levi?”

That sigh turns into a curbed huff, smile fleeting but enough to bring your stomach butterflies. 

“Damn. Sounds nice, hearing my name in person.”

Oh, sweet Jesus.

You could scream into your damn seltzer, but you decide to play it as cool as you possibly can.

“So Levi’s your real name?”

He nods.

“Not creative enough to come up with an alias."

Levi shifts, rolling out a shoulder.

"But to answer your question, I’m saying I… yeah, I mean it. I wouldn’t mind asking you out for coffee sometime, given we seem to run on the same gym schedule as it is. Just didn’t know if you wanted to leave it at the hotline and call it a day — no pun intended.”

Are you seriously hearing what he’s saying right now?

Does Levi want to step out of a fantasy and into your reality?

Your lips part with a million questions only to end up blurting a very stupid one: 

“Are you single?”

That earns a bark of a laugh, causing his head to gloriously drop back, exposing his neck.

(All you want to do is sink your teeth into it.)

“Yes. Very,” he promises. “Are you, still?”

“Very,” you promise back.

“And my job doesn’t bother you?”

You haven't quite gotten that far, logistically, but it's only a coffee.

He isn't asking to marry you.

Besides, he talks about it like any other office job. You can't find any ill feeling toward it.

“Work is work,” you argue with a one-shoulder shrug. “Sure, it’s unconventional, but… I’m so used to not knowing what I want, or second-guessing what’s good for me, and I don’t think I’ve ever second guessed a damn thing with you.”

Bringing the seltzer back up to his mouth, Levi smirks against the can, mulling something over. 

You smile in return, sipping your drink.

It's the truth.

He may not really know you, but he knows you.

Just as you're beginning to think you know him.

“Well, if you don’t get too wasted with your friends tonight—”

He steals a ballpoint pen from a dampened closed check from his left side.

Then he snatches a napkin from one of the bartending stations with lemons, limes, and straws.

Hunching over, he scribbles on said napkin, before turning a cheek to you.

“—and you end up going to the gym tomorrow morning—”

Levi then sits up taller, folds the napkin, and reaches for your hand resting on the bar top. 

His skin is smooth. 

Heated. 

Your entire body melts to his whim as he turns your wrist over, palm facing up.

One by one his fingers unfurl your fingers, nestles the napkin in your hand, then closes your fist for safe keeping.

“—give me a call.”

Leaving a twenty on the bar counter, Levi lets go of your hand to slip off of his stool.

You say nothing as you watch him give you one last once-over, expression full of admiration, before turning into the sea of people.

A call.

Flexing your hand, you uncrinkle the napkin to read the number etched black on white.

Not the Scout Services Hotline.

No — his number.

Your attention flies back to the original spot where you've now properly abandoned your friends, but you know they'll forgive you for your absence.

Annie knows.

She'll cover for your abrupt disappearance.

On autopilot you yank out your phone, bypassing the texts from your friends, emails from work, and tap the little telephone icon.

Zero through nine appear.

Hastily you type the number, hesitation long gone, and press send.

One ring.

Two.

By the third, it abruptly cuts. You hear shuffling in the background. Cars beeping.

“Hello, Levi Ackerman speaking.”

Levi Ackerman.

Knowing his full name warms your heart.

Standing from your stool, you rise to your toes to search the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Levi stands there on the sidewalk, holding his phone up to his ear.

“Hi, Levi. It’s formerly Scarlet.”

Immediately he turns to the bar, searching the very same window.

Searching for you.

You smile to yourself.

"My schedule just opened up. I know it's a little late for some coffee, but..."

Trailing off, your teeth catch your bottom lip.

Be selfish.

"Are you free for some tea now?”

.

FIN

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

How are we feeling, Hotliner Nation? I teased that this may not be the end of this story. I'm not against writing a sequel, whether to continue the immediate story or time skip, but I wanted to see what people thought before I spoke too soon. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed our hotline journey together.

In the meantime I invite you to follow me here or subscribe to my AO3, as I have other projects in the works (including finishing the final chapters of my canon-based amnesia au with Levi, Silver Underground.)

The last two months have been such a wonderful journey, and I thank every single one of you for engaging the way you have. I never anticipated such a frenzy when I started P4, so sincerely, from the bottom of my heart - thank you for the kudos, bookmarks, comments, etc. Every comment gives this writer wings.

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