#furlan x you

[abiatackerman]

Through miracle, to you

Event: @levievent Levi Month 24!

💜Day 3: Isekai💜

Canon universe! Thug Levi X Aristocrat Reader! No Regrets Levi!

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The cold breeze of the night brushes against your skin, making you shiver as you wrap the blanket coat around you more tightly. Each step you take is unsteady, your tears falling uncontrollably down your cheeks, blurring your vision.

It has been a day since you last ate, and the hunger gnaws at you, making your head spin. The world around you seems to tilt, and you feel as if you might faint at any moment.

What is the point of grieving for someone who is already gone? The thought haunts you, echoing in the emptiness left by their absence. A sob escapes your lips without knowing.

You had  no one in this world, without her. You grew up in an orphanage and you had no family, no friends, no loved ones...

Until you met her.

Your best friend, your blessing. You both met in the orphanage, grew up there and struggled hard to establish a new life. And after a lot of hard work, both of you had succeeded and you both were happy....

Until she died... Leaving you alone in this cruel world. Now you have no one who you can call close.... You're totally alone in this cruel world.

Your eyes well up with tears, blurring your vision as you walk out of the cemetery. Suddenly, you stumble and lose your balance. Your head hits the ground with a sharp impact, pain shooting through you as you groan and slip into unconsciousness.

...............................

"She's gonna open her eyes!"

You hear an excited female voice and you slowly open your eyes. A red haired-green eyed girl, who is hovering over you, smiles widely.

"Hello pretty sister.... How are you feeling?"

You blink and can't help but smile at her friendly words.

"Fine but... Where am I?"

You answer her with a weak voice. Before she can say anything you hear a hoarsely male voice, forcing you notice their presence.

"Your clothes say clearly you don't belong in this shitty place. Then why were you laying in the backyard of our cottage? That's a filthy place."

You follow the voice and see a man sitting on a chair with a knife in his hand. He's handsome but... He's short?

"Hey Levi! Don't be harsh. Hello, I'm Furlan Church. This is Isabel and Levi. May I know who you are?"

You look at the guy who's sitting beside Levi, as the guy addressed. You smile at him and nod.

"I'm... F/N L/N. And where am I currently?"

You ask as the red haired girl sits on the bed beside you.

"You're in the underground. But don't worry, you're safe. Levi bro's the strongest here and no one dares to mess with him."

She says proudly as you sit up slowly. You absent-mindedly curl your hair around your finger and as you notice your strands, you gasp.

What the fuck? It's not your hair! You had dark brown straight hair but the hair you have now is light brown and wavy. You furrow your eyebrows.

"What happened?"

Isabel asks worriedly and you look at her dumbfoundedly.

"My hair.... It's not mine..."

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."

You ignoring Levi's insult and keep inspecting your hair. Isabel hands you a small mirror and you take a look at yourself. You blink with disbelief.

Who's the girl? It's not you! You had dark brown eyes, but now it's hazel! You look so far prettier than you used to!

What does it mean? You're not even dreaming....  What the heck?

You look at your hands, your clothes.... They're not the ones you were wearing at the cemetery. It looks more like a gown, which 1800's aristocrat ladies used to wear. You stand up with shock, abruptly.

If it's not your body then...

"Hey stop!"

You don't listen to Furlan's words and open the window. You peek outside and get completely confused when you look up and see no sun or stars up in the sky.

Or should you say... There's no sky at all?

"Where am I? Where's the sky"

You ask mumbling as Isabel pulls you backwards and closes the window.

"Just as I told you, in the underground. It's a city under capital mitras. You must've heard of it, right."

Isabel asks worriedly and you shake your head.

"No."

You say blankly.

"How can she? Look at her dress, she's definitely a rich bastard's spoiled brat. It's just a normal thing for her not to know."

Levi says bitterly and you bite your lower lips. Isabel and Furlan remain silent too.

It's clear on their faces that they hate rich people. Why? You don't know. Also you notice that they are not giving you the same sympathetic gaze anymore.

"Hey I... Um... Can't remember anything."

You mumble and Levi looks at you questioningly.

"The name I told you guys... It was maybe wrong... I can't remember anything."

You say hopelessly and look down at the wooden floor and grip your gown nervously...

You're panicked, scared, confused and...

"Tch, I'll just go to that shitty town to find out your identity then... Your dress tells that you belong to a rich family so I guess it won't be hard."

You look at Levi with tear soaked eyes and nod.

"Tha.. Thank you."

You mumble and wipe your tears as a sob escapes your lips. Isabel's face softens again as she notices your vulnerable state, so she hugs you immediately.

"You don't know Levi bro, he's the best... He'll obviously return you to your family.... Until then we'll take care of you."

Isabel says and your eyes tears up again. She's behaving just like your best friend. Chill, friendly and warm. You hug her tightly, breaking into tears. You hear Levi clicking his tongue.

"What a pain in the ass!"

...................

"You sure you don't want my help? I know your ego is too big and that's ok but think about Furlan and Isabel. I can easily make all the arrangements so you guys can live up here."

You say calmly, leaning on the wall of the garden as Levi sips his tea. He looks at you over his cup and shakes his head.

"Why not? You guys helped me a lot! Let me help you in return!"

You say angrily while Levi places the cup down and looks at you blankly.

"All I did was come up here. I immediately found a poster with your sketch on it which was telling you were missing. And then I just brought you here.... That's it."

You bite your lower lip in frustration.

It's true, it seems that you're a daughter of a retired commander of the military police brigade. Even though your father has retired, he still has enough influence to control some stupid royals. So some people were trying to kidnap you to blackmail your dad.

According to Levi's words, there was probably some misunderstanding between the kidnappers so they ended up fighting with each other. You took the chance and ran away and somehow ended up in Levi's backyard and that's it.

But Levi doesn't know that your soul is from another world, after a lot of thinking you have come up to a conclusion.

The real owner of this body you, both were tired, fainted and hit you heads. So maybe,  your souls accidentally switched with each other? Who knows? But this is the only conclusion you could come up with.

"Have your memories returned?"

Levi's voice pulls you out of your thoughts and you smile.

"Yeah... You can say my family really cares about me. I told them about you three, and dad is willing to help you. He also wants bear Isabel's study expenses and everything you guys would need."

Which is true. You have a family now, parents, a big brother and a little sister. They all love you so much, no, love the girl in who's body you are now. She seems to have a lot of friends too. They're all being too sweet to you and all of these are new to you.

But the feelings are sensual, in a good way so you're not complaining.....

"Then make sure to tell your father that when we'll come up here, he can repay us by providing Isabel's study expenses"

Levi's voice pulls you out of your thoughts again and you smile. You walk towards him and sit beside him with a big smile on your face.

"I'm glad you agreed."

You grip one of his hand and squeeze him to provide comfort. You can feel him tensing under your touch and you smile friendly.

"You know, you guys could have just taken my dad's help instead of doing whatever the hell you're planning. Knowing you, it'll be something risky."

Levi keeps looking at your hand which is still gripping his and sighs.

"We've done a lot of works like this also the survey corps will follow us no matter where we go. It'll be just a mess if we involve you here. Furlan and I have figured everything out so there's nothing to worry about."

Levi says and stands up, pulling away from your touch making you sigh.

"I'll leave now."

He says and you stand up too.

"Ok, I'll walk you to the main gate."

You and Levi keep walking silently for some times then you speak up.

"I can't wait, you know? I'll make sure that three of you will be able to stay here, in this mansion, with me. I miss Isabel so much. She's gonna be my best friend. And you? Probably my bodyguard."

You says and laugh as Levi makes an annoyed expression.

"Keep dreaming, brat."

He says as you two reach the main gate of the mansion. You suddenly hug him, making him freeze.

"Make sure you all stay safe, ok?"

You squeeze him.

"I'll wait for you all!"

You release the hug and find out that his cheeks are slightly pink. You blush too.

"Yeah whatever."

Levi's says and walks out of the mansion like nothing happened. You smile looking at Levi with dreamy eyes.

You never thought something this amazing would happen to you. Yes, you've come into another world but you've gotten a lot of things you never had. Love, friends, family... And Levi....

You chuckle.

It seems like getting isekaied isn't as bad as you thought.

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Imagine going to the Underground with Erwin to bring in Levi

“The plan is simple,” Section Commander Erwin Smith announces. “We travel to the Underground where we flush out Levi and his accomplices. According to our sources, he is working with two people, and all three of them are equipped with stolen ODM gear.”

Miche, Thomas and I stand in front of a tunnel that presumably leads to the Underground, a city constructed in a cave right beneath the Capitol city, Mitras. I have been part of Erwin’s squad for a while now, and I’m grateful for his elaborate plans that saved me from the titan’s grasps many times. While Erwin briefs us about our strategy today, I can’t help staring at the barely illuminated staircase that leads into the ground, and the longer I keep staring, the bigger the dreadful feeling grows in the pit of my stomach.

Are people really living under the ground?

“They are highly skilled with their stolen ODM gear, so be careful!” Erwin’s voice pulls me back to reality before the dread can creep into every fibre in my body.

He signals for us to follow him, and we begin our descent to the Underground.

After a few turns in the staircase, we reach the gigantic cavern which functions as shelter for houses and a few town squares. The town looks oddly similar to any other town you would usually see above the ground, except for the massive pillars scattered around the houses. Chills run down my spine as I marvel at the illuminated streets in front of me.

“Keep moving.” Erwin instructs us.

He guides us towards one of the tallest buildings in the area, and we take our places on the roof. From this position we should be able to spot anyone using ODM gear to fly through the streets below. After a few minutes of carefully watching over the town, my eyelids start becoming heavier and I can’t help yawning every two seconds, as if my perception of time has been thrown off by the constant darkness in this place. It must be so weird to live here.

“Over there!” Miche yells, startling me out of my drowsy state.

He points his sword towards one of the streets below, where three civilians equipped with our gear are indeed being chased by Military Police officers, zigzagging through the buildings with great speed.

“After them!” Erwin commands as he jumps off the roof. I quickly follow him, activating my own ODM gear.

Despite being untrained, the three criminals move increadibly fast, making it almost impossible for us to catch up to them. One of them knocks over a supply crate, scattering all of its contents in the air in front of the MPs. They get thrown out of balance by the numerous vegetables hitting them in the face, while we fly over them with ease. To my surprise, a flash of white flies past me in the opposite direction, which I recognize as one of the criminals we are supposed to be chasing after. I adjust the controllers as fast as I can, turning around mid air, barely avoiding the brick wall behind me. That bastard!

We all manage to avoid hitting the wall, and we resume pursuing the criminals. At the following intersection they separate, each going in a different way. Erwin and I fly straight ahead after the one with the loose white shirt, while Miche and Thomas go after the two others.

“Go above the houses!” Erwin instructs me. “I will follow him through the streets.”

“Yes, sir!”

I maneuver high above the roofs, maintaining visual contact with the white shirt that easily stands out from the grey surroundings. He breaks into the house at the end of the street through one of the windows, and I navigate over to the other side of that street, looking for the place where he might emerge. I find a small ventillation gap to the street on the right.

“Section Commander!” I yell to get Erwin’s attention, and I point my sword to the vent.

Erwin gives me a quick nod, and we maneuver ourselves to that spot. A few moments later, he indeed shows up from the vent, breaking through it with breakneck speed. He certainly knows how to take advantage of his stolen ODM gear.

Erwin tries to break his momentum, but the criminal is faster than him and he changes his course. I engage my gear to follow him, but he disappears under a tunnel. Relying on instinct, I lunge towards the end of that tunnel, praying that I get to him right when he emerges. I really don’t want to crash into the bricks.

We arrive at the end of the tunnel at the same time, and I manage to catch him off guard as I harshly knock into him. We both crash into the ground below.

Disregarding my aching joints, I roll over to stand up as quickly as I can, coming face to face with him. We are roughly the same hight, his dark blue eyes bear into mine with fury I haven’t seen before. He lunges at me with a pocket knife, which I swiftly block with my own blade.

He moves with incredible speed and precision, shortly making me exhausted from parrying all his attacks. After a dangerously close encounter with his knife, Erwin jumps protectively in front of me, knocking the criminal a few steps back.

When Erwin pins him against the wall behind him, I let out a sigh of relief, the fatigue setting into my muscles after the chase and all the fighting.

“Stop! Look around you.” Erwin orders just as Miche and Thomas turn the corner with the other criminals in cuffs. Miche has a hard time keeping the brunette girl in place, who trashes against his hold, demanding to be set free. The pale blonde guy stays silent while his eyes dart between the guy in the white shirt and us.

Seeing his accomlices brought in, the last criminal drops his knife in defeat.

“Seems you posess sound judgement.” Erwin comments as they both take a step backwards.

I reach for the handcuff in my pocket, walking behind the criminal while he continues glaring at the section commander. After I put his hands in a tight bind, I take his sleeve and he obediently follows me as I lead him next to his little squad, nicely lined up in front of Erwin with Miche standing behind them threateningly. I put my hands on his shoulders to push him down to kneel as the other two, then I walk over to Thomas who stands a bit further on the side, his hand hovering near his sword handles as if he was expecting the criminals to try and escape from us.

“I have some questions for you three.” Erwin says in his polite yet firm tone. “How did you obtain your ODM gear?”

Unsurprisingly, none of them give him an answer.

“You’re quite skilled with maneuvering with it…” Erwin continues, “who was it that tought you how?”

Erwin crouches down in front of the guy with the white shirt, the one I cuffed a minute ago. “I take it you’re the group’s leader? Just how much military training do you have?”

The supposed leader only growls in response, his bangs hanging over his eyes as he keeps his head low. Erwin glances up at Miche, who seems to understand the message as he grabs the criminal’s hair in the back, and forcefully pushes him down. His face lands in the puddle in front of him with a loud splash.

“YOU JERK!” The brunette girl screams at him, wriggling against her own binds as she sends a fiery glare at Miche.

“I’ll ask you once again,” Erwin states completely ignoring the girl, “who trained you in the use of ODM gear?”

“None of us were trained, okay?” The blonde guy finally speaks up, his voice trembling as he sends a worried glance at the guy struggling against Miche’s hold. “We taught ourselves!”

“That’s scarcely possible. I don’t believe you!”

“Yeah? Well, the definition of possible changes when you tryin’ to survive in a dump like this. But unless you know what sewage tastes like, I doubt that’s something you’d understand…”

“Tell that bag of yours to let Levi go already!” The girl shouts at Erwin. “You can’t just torture people in the streets!”

They have a good point. We don’t exactly come off as the good guys right now and we have no idea what it’s like living in this dump. Staying here for a few hours was enough to get me in an agitated state, an animalistic instinct prickling under my skin, constantly urging me to get out of here as fast as possible.

The one called Levi turns his face to shoot the most disgusted look towards us. I take a step towards Miche, ready to get him off of the guy he’s straddling, completely aware how that means going against my own section commander’s orders. Yet, Miche lifts his face from the ground on his own, allowing the criminal to breathe freely again. I halt my movements, earning a curious look from the brunette girl.

“I’m Section Commander Erwin Smith of the Scouts. What’s your name?”

“Levi.”

Erwin’s voice softens as he stares into the criminal’s furious eyes. “Levi, I’d like to offer you a deal.”

“What kind of deal?”

“I’ll overlook your various crimes and you lend me your strength and skill. As members of the Scout Regiment.”

His eyes widen at this revelation. As do mine, since Erwin conveniently left this crucial part out of the plan he shared with us before the mission. Sure, these guys are great at maneuvering, but is that a good enough reason to enlist them without any formal training?

“And if I refuse?”

“We’ll give you to the MPs,” Erwin says standing up from his kneeling position. “You’ve been thorns in their side for some time. So if you go that route, I doubt you and your comrades will receive decent treatment. The choice is yours, so pick a path!”

“Alright, fine.” Levi says defeatedly. “If that’s how it is, then we’ll join the damn scouts…”

Our three new recruits reluctantly hand over their stolen ODM gear before they reluctantly sit on the transpont wagon. The brunette girl stares at her confiscated gear with a red face, holding back her anger no doubt.

“You’ll be given proper ones at headquarters.” I reassure her as I mount my own horse. Her eyes perk up at the thought, but as if remembering that she was supposed to be angry, she shifts her gaze down to her lap.

The ride towards the Scout’s Headquarters goes relatively undisturbed. Thomas guides the wagon with the new recruits and our supplies, while the rest of us follow them on horseback. I ride on the wagon’s left side, giving me the perfect opportunity to occasionally steal glances at the strange trio. The blonde guy and the girl sit right in my line of sight, but Levi sits with his back turned to me. From what I could tell so far, the two boys are around my age, maybe a few years older, but the girl is significantly younger, perhaps only a teenager, eighteen at best. They sit in the wagon without saying a word, staring into the distance.

I accidentally lock eyes with the girl and I send her a bright, encouraging smile. Her eyes widen, a curious sparkle crossing through her green eyes as she continues staring at me. It’s a start.

“What’s your name?” I ask her, hoping to break the tension a little bit.

“Isabel.” She answers slowly, glancing at the boys as is she wasn't sure whether she’s allowed to talk to me.

“Nice to meet you, Isabel. My name is Y/N!”

“What are you doing?” Miche’s gruff voice cuts through our conversation. “Why are you so friendly with them?”

I turn my head to send him a glare. It’s not like we are forbidden from talking…

Turning back to Isabel, I gesture towards the blonde guy riding behind the wagon. “That grumpy guy is called Miche. The one at the front of the wagon is Thomas, and Section Commander Erwin has already introduced himself.”

Thomas turns back to give them a small smile, and Erwin gives them a court nod from the other side of the wagon.

Isabel erupts into a bright smile as she throws her arm around the blonde guy sitting next to her. “This is Furlan! And that’s my big bro Levi!”

She points to the black haired guy sitting in front of her. He sits with his arms crossed over his chest, and from what I could see he didn’t move a single muscle ever since we began our journey. I imagine he has the same grumpy scowl as he did when I cuffed him in the Underground.

“Nice to meet you all!” I greet them, matching the enthusiasm in Isabel’s voice. “Have you ever been above the ground?”

“No, we could never afford it.” Isabel says looking down at her feet, and the cheerful conversation turns sour as soon as she stops smiling. “OW! What was that for?”

Levi has kicked Isabel’s shin, eliciting a loud groan from the girl. I can’t help but chuckle at their childish bickering.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about that,” I reassure them, trying to lift their spirits a little. “What matters is that you are here now. Isn’t that great?”

“Yeah,” Isabel says as the excited sparkle returns in her eyes. “Where are we going now? Is it far?”

“We are headed towards the Scouting Regiment’s Headquarters inside Wall Rose. We still have at least a few hours of riding ahead of us, but we should arrive by dinnertime at the latest.”

“That’s too long!” She slumps in her seat with an exaggerated sigh. ”I thought we’d go somewhere nearby!”

“Oi, stop whining already! And you—” Levi turns his head pointedly towards me, the annoyed scowl indeed showing up on his face as he fixes me with an irritated glare. “You talk too much!”

I stare into his icy glare for a second before I burst out laughing. Miche chuckles along with me, and from the corner of my eye I even catch a glimpse of a smile on Erwin’s face.

“You are not the first one to tell me that.” I say after calming down a bit.

Glancing into Levi’s perplexed expression almost sends me into another fit of giggles, but I try to contain it for his sake.

“You know,” Miche says teasingly with his wolfish grin, “I could get used to you talking less.”

“Well, too bad! All of you are stuck with me!” I exclaim performing my best maniacal laugh.

While everyone bursts out laughing, I turn my attention back to Levi, who is the only one not smiling. We stare at each other for a second, before I give him a sweet smile, hoping he understands that I mean no harm. In response he turns his back to me, but I could have sworn that I saw his expression soften a bit before he crosses his arms against his chest once more.

[solemnlyswear93]

I’m not sure why I’m making Furlan so sassy in this story, but I’m here for it. ✨

Chapter five is well underway and I’m excited to share it with you very soon!

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Levi and Farlan

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No Regrets | CanonAU One-Shot

☾ Pairings ➼ There really isn't one in this, but we all know where it'll lead yeah?

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ underground Levi, low-key violence

☾ Author's note ➼ Uhhh my cute aggression might have come out in this one. To be honest, part of me is like, "take this idea and make it into an enemies to friends to lovers fic" and I feel like that's just the devil talking right now because I'm not even done with Unspoken Words at the moment. Time will tell. Also pretty much all of the dialogue and actions, minus the ones made by the OC, are taken from Gun Snark's manga No Regrets. I'm sure y'all are familiar with it. I just wanted to see what would happen if I placed a character to be canon compliant. So uh. Here? Enjoy?

☾ Word Count ➼ ~1.9k

“Erwin, are you sure about this?” You whisper to your blonde-haired leader as you, him, and your other squad mate, Miche wade through the crowd. The Underground, as always, reeked of dank mildew and smoke. Mid-afternoon proved to be the busiest time of day as merchants yelled over at each other and patrons alike.

“Trust me.” Erwin affirms, as if that would be enough to explain why you and the rest of your team were down here in the first place. You glance over to Miche for any sort of further explanation, but he just shrugs at you and continues on Erwin’s heels. A sudden crash piques your attention and you’re quick to swivel your head in the direction of the noise. There’s a barrel containing some sort of purplish liquid falling to the ground as a merchant shoots off his gun.

“Damn it!” He shouts. Then someone else is slammed into the ground with a hard smack, and you hear him wheezing as the air in his lungs is forced out of his chest by a short figure standing on top of it. He’s in a long dark cloak with the hood down. You only see the back of his head, a wispy black haircut with an undercut creeping up his neck.

“Erwin, is thi-” You glance at your Erwin with a raised brow.

The culprit in charge of all the commotion is already running off. No, not running. He’s flying off. Along with two other cloaked figures trailing close behind. Your ears perk at the familiar whirring of ODM gear. The leader twists his head and even from far away, you can feel his hard stare on your little group. When you look back at Erwin, he has a small smile playing on his lips.

“Let’s go.”

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As always there were no explanations, only orders. The wind on your face would have been welcoming had you not been enclosed in rock in all directions. You find yourself zipping through the buildings and stalactites. Three figures zoom around in front of you attempting to escape your chase. The one you saw mere moments earlier, the leader you assume, circles around a large stalactite in a maneuver that for those who were not trained properly would have had difficulty following. Fortunately for you and the rest of the team, you've been in the scouting regiment for a while. Without any hesitation, you clip yourself on to the rock and circle around as well with grace. He was doubling back. Smart.

“Split up. Miche, Astrid, with me.” You grunt in response and continue to tail Erwin’s billowing cape. The rest of your squad members vanish down alleys that you just now realize two of the three hunted had disappeared in. You squint as you notice the one you currently follow zip down another alley up ahead.

“You two, go. I’ll cut ahead.” Erwin orders at you before flying off to your left. You tighten your grip on the controller and speed up. Miche disappears behind another wall and then you’re alone. For a moment, it’s just you flying through the alley with nothing but the wind roaring in your ears. Then, you spot a flash of dark fabric in your peripheral and you twist your body accordingly to follow. When you turn the corner, you see him. There he was with his hood down and as he walked with his back turned to you in a casual manner. 

“Hah! Got you!” You shout before tucking yourself into your body and slamming into him. Your eyes widen as you notice he had already pulled his arm up to guard from your attack. His eyes flash with something and you notice a moment of hesitation, but it wasn’t fast enough for you as he grabs you from the back and flips you over to slam into the ground. You choke as you feel the air out of your chest escape quickly from the impact. You groan and slowly sit up in time to see Erwin come from above in full force. His surprise attack grants him the opportunity to fling the mysterious man into the wall next to him. Miche lands behind him out of nowhere and gives you a quick glance.

“You okay, Astrid?”

“Yeah,” you cough again. “Yeah, I’m fine, just winded. Jeez dude, you didn’t have to throw me so hard.” You force yourself to stand even though your back felt like it was on fire. You attempt to stretch out the pain but end up wincing from it instead. Throwing a thumbs up in Miche’s direction though, he nods in response then looks back at Erwin.

“You brought him down, Erwin?” There’s a silent pause.

Then, “No.” And as quick as lightning, the man that had flipped you over was now running towards your leader with speed you’ve never seen before, holding some sort of pick in his hand. Erwin is too slow to pull his sword up to block but luckily Miche was able to step in quickly, using his blade to protect Erwin's face.

“Stop! Look around you!” Miche shouts out.

“Leggo, you bastard!” A feminine voice shouts out. You turn your head to see your other squad mates with two people in their clutches.

“Don’t waste your strength, Isabel.” The girl, Isabel, is actively squirming to try and escape while the one who just spoke stumbles ahead with a disappointed glare.

“Squad leader, are you all right?”

“Yes, you both did well.” Erwin gives you and Miche a nod and with that you step over to the detainee and grip his bicep tightly, making sure to lock his wrists behind him with a wooden board first. He shoots you a seething look but doesn’t shake you off. If daggers could form from his silver eyes, they would surely kill you on the spot. In response, you give him the sweetest smile you can muster before dragging him over and forcing him on his knees next to his other friends who have been forced to do the same. He hits the ground with a grunt. You stand next to Miche behind them in case they decide to flee.

“I have some questions to ask you.” Erwin steps up in front of them. “Where did you get your hands on this?” He holds up the controller grip. Nothing but silence. You eye the trio in front of you, at Isabel’s choppy red hair and the other boy’s sandy-blonde. You can’t see their expressions from where you stood but you could feel the rage radiating off their bodies.

Erwin continues, “Your vertical maneuvering skills were excellent. Who taught you?” Stark silence again. Erwin’s eyes shift over to the raven-haired man. “You are the leader, right? Have you ever received military training?” Nothing. You huff impatiently and stare up at Erwin. Nothing was going to get through them with just words. His blue eyes shift to you quickly with a warning look of 'don't'. You roll your eyes but say nothing. He glances back down to his captives.

“That is the face of a man… who wants to kill me and escape.” Erwin states. He looks up to you and Miche when he says next, “I’d like to avoid any rough treatment if I can.” 

You take a moment to glance at your squad mate, but he just gestures forwards, as if to say ‘all yours’. You grin at him happily then in a flash your hand’s knitting into the man’s dark hair and you shove him down into a puddle that just so happened to be there. His head hits the wet ground with a splash, him no longer on his knees but now laying on his stomach. You hear him grumble as he forces his head to the side so he can look up at Erwin’s dark gaze.

“I’ll ask again. Where did you learn vertical maneuvering?” The man’s hard glare matches Erwin’s, but he still says nothing. You tighten your grip in his hair and are about to push his face in the murky water even more when the girl named Isabel shouts out.

“We didn’t learn it from anyone! You think we’re gonna let a civil servant push us around?!”

“We figured it out so we could survive in this dump! Anyone who doesn’t know what sewage tastes like couldn’t understand!” The other captive yells, a cutting glare aimed at Erwin. You can’t help but snort at the insinuation that you’ve never tasted shit in your life. Quite the assumption of theirs, you think. The head you had clenched in your palms shifts so they can stare up at you. Now dark gray eyes bored into yours with malice. You can’t help but smirk down at him.

“Yes? Want to say something?” You taunt him. You’re met with a sneer, but he still says nothing.

“My name is Erwin Smith. What are your names?” When no one answers, you yank the captive’s head up with a jerk but not before pushing his face deeper into the puddle as you do so. He comes up, sputtering at the dirty water he had accidentally let into his mouth.

“I applaud your determination. But keep it up and we’ll move on to your comrades.” Erwin’s voice is stern. When you look over to the other two still on their knees, your squadmates have their blades loosely up against their throats.

“If you’re gonna do it, do it!!” Isabel screams, eyes narrowed over in your direction.

“You bastard.” A deep voice grumbles from below your grip.

“Ah, he speaks.” You tease again. He doesn’t acknowledge your comment, instead glaring at your leader who is now stepping closer to him.

“What is your name?” Erwin asks, his voice now soft.

“…It’s Levi.” You let go of Levi’s now soaked hair and take a step back. He takes this moment to sit himself back up on his knees, his head bowed slightly to keep water from dripping into his face as he looks up. Erwin takes another step forward and then pushes himself down onto the ground on one knee so that he’s level with Levi.

“Levi. Would you make a deal with me?”

“Deal…?”

“I won’t ask about your crimes. In return, you will lend me your strength, and join the survey corps.” You whirl around to face Erwin with your mouth agape.

“Erwin, wha- are you sure?” His gaze shifts to you and nods. You press your lips together into a thin line. You knew you were down here for scouting reasons, but you had no idea that it was for this.

“If I refuse?” Levi grumbles, his shock mirroring yours.

“I turn you over to the military police. Considering your crimes, I don’t think you or your comrades can expect decent treatment.” Erwin nods over to Levi’s friends. There’s silence as Levi considers this. You notice a shared look between him and the sandy-haired one. 

“Choose whichever path you wish.” Erwin states with finality. You see Levi gritting his teeth as he shoots you a cold stare. You give him a playful smile in return, despite your reservations about this plan.

“Very well. I’ll join the survey corps.”

[suukee]

other half 彡 levi ackerman

» summary ⋆ levi doesn’t exactly notice it, but one of his love languages is physical touch. (how he acts when he’s in love)

» content ⋆ levi ackerman x reader. fluff, hurt/comfort. mentions character deaths. written with season four, special two in mind.

» word count ⋆ 1070

Levi doesn’t exactly notice it, but one of his love languages is physical touch.

That’s because, growing up, he lost everyone he treasured.

His mother passed away when he was nothing more than a living skeleton, too young to live on his own. The last memory he recalls is laying his head down on her lap and her feather-like touch. Her fingers were gentle as they ran through his hair. Sometimes it had grown so long to the point where she’d braid them.

The man who found Levi, rotting beside the corpse of his mother, raised him as though he was a caretaker, but not like a father. It’s vague in Levi’s older years, but he remembers the head pats and the hair ruffling. The man was overall careless and strong, but he had soft moments where he’d praise Levi. And just out of the blue, the mystery man abandoned him. Years later, when it was revealed that this man was his uncle all along, he had died in the next moment.

Then there was Furlan and Isabel, the only two people he had considered his family in his adult years Underground. Isabel was a girl with no personal space for the people she cared for. For as long as she could remember, she loved hugs. And while Levi was stiff and complaint about it, she’d do it again and again. Pats on the shoulder from Furlan were enough of a relief to know he was there. Yet, they soon left, devoured on their first expedition outside the walls.

Levi’s very first squad respected his space, unlike Isabel. Even so, they meant something to him. He’d only seen the aftermath of their lives. He doesn’t have much of a physical memory from them. He carries the weight of being unable to protect them as they always would for him.

Then came the commander—both of them. The people he grew to appreciate. He wouldn’t dare to admit out loud they had become his friends. The two strong leaders made a great sacrifice for the sake of humanity. It was heavy. Like the death of his squad, he added that weight to the list. He could feel the hands of Erwin and Hange on his shoulders urging him on.

They’re all gone. Bittersweet memories. Repeating nightmares taunt him just when he thinks he’s got it wrapped around his head.

Through such hardships, he’s gifted with you. The war hasn’t come to an end, not yet, but you’re the only person he knows who survived countless battles from the very beginning.

You have become the only person in the entire world to whom he will cry, vent, and lean toward when he needs to. Whenever he wants to.

His comfort is his best friend. His lover. His partner in crime. That’s always going to be you.

Anyone who catches him holding your hand or kissing your cheek may find it strange. He doesn’t want to be touched by anyone, let alone touch someone himself. He’s a damn intimidating man. One look is all he needs to drive people away. And while it took some time to get to the point where he could freely be himself, the thought that he doesn’t deserve you still gnaws at him.

You treat him like a living person, not as Humanities Strongest. You went through hell and back just to get to know him, to understand him—why he acts and feels the way he does. You’ve changed him into a better man, and you’ve accepted his flaws. Your devotion and love are so innocent and pure, he knows you’d do it all over again. Just for him.

He didn’t make it easy to break down his walls. His guard was exhaustingly high. He tried to push you away in case of the day he loses you, then it wouldn’t hurt so much. But as his calloused hands find their place on the soft skin of your cheeks, eyes shining of love, giggles echoing in his ears, he doesn’t look back. You’re the one he wants to protect. Lay his life down for. A reason to look ahead.

Sometimes, you’re too busy laughing to notice he smiles when you’re this close. But you know he’s content despite how rarely he smiles.

At meetings or meals, he’ll sit across from you. There are times when he rests the tip of his boot atop yours lightly. It’s just his way of keeping in contact with you. If he decides to sit next to you, he’ll be close enough that your knees press against his gently. It did take him some time to kiss you, but he was uneasy about public displays of affection. On his own, and with your patience, he comes to terms with holding your finger or keeping a grip around your waist whenever you’re out together.

He’s a different man in private. He holds you so close, hugging you tightly like you’ll disappear if he lets go. He loves it when you come to the office late at night, settling yourself on his lap as he completes his work—writing with one hand and holding you against him with the other (he complains someone will see and that you should be getting rest, but makes no effort to get you off). When exhaustion kicks in, Levi loves to rest his head on your shoulder, keeping a hand on your thigh and gently caressing the fabric of your pants or, even better, your skin. His body weight is all on you when he’s knocked out cuddling, not that you’ve ever complained about it. Not that you ever will.

Who would’ve guessed the stoic captain had such a soft side?

Nighttime is the worst. A swarm of nightmares disturb his rest. That’s when he becomes desperate for your touch. Your chest and your lap, that’s his new favorite pillow. Your fingers playing with his hair, his undercut, or rubbing his upper back boosts his melatonin. Your arms are the safest place in such an unforgiving world. You’re a calming piece of his life he doesn’t dare to lose.

He can’t.

Even though the war isn’t over, and there’s no time to spend together, it’s your presence that aids him for a while. Even if he can’t see with his eye properly, he relies on touch. Just your hand, and he’s good.

Who would he be without you? He doesn’t want to know.

[sonamytrash]

Midnight

Underground Virgin!Levi x Virgin!Femreader

MDNI

Warnings: y/n used, Childhood friends to lovers, fluff, smut, puberty mentioned, masturbation mentioned, fingering, sex, mentions of abuse, mentions of rape, mentions of prostitution, characters ages aren't mentioned, but it's suggested they're both in their late teens, of age when writing but could be interpreted as underage? Virgin levi, virgin reader.

Note: Kind of wanted to write something about Levi losing his virginity and give him the blessing of something in his life that wasn't all bad. Reader and Levi have grown up together. Feelings have blossomed, and desires have been ignited over the years. The underground is a tough place to live with sex and violence everywhere. There's no smut in the first chapter, but it is heavily suggestive. Let me know what you think. Enjoy!

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In a world where the sun never shines, where the only light comes from flickering Street lights, candles, and the occasional spark from a fire, three souls found solace together in front of a fire. The underground city was a maze of dimly lit tunnels, cramped living quarters, and a constant struggle for survival. You had grown up together, survived together, and lived together in this harsh, unforgiving environment.

Your landlord was a cruel and greedy man, having come to you the with news that he wanted his rent earlier than usual, probably because he owed someone else the money or had pissed his own money up the wall. You couldn't afford to be out on the streets again. It wasn't hard to find a crook to rent a small apartment to three teenagers. But his terms were unreasonable.

Desperation and stress hung heavy in the air. You were usually the type to try and remain cheery, strong, and resilient, but these sorts of situations made you anxious. Finding money down here was hard enough, but being given less time to find it was so much more stressful. "I-I don't know what we're going to do," you stammered. "There has to be some way to make the money quickly." Furlan said thoughtfully as he tried to reassure you, but even his words sounded hollow. It really wasn't much time to get the money together.

You were always aware of the easiest way for a girl to make money down here. Selling your body to some piece of shit man to use for pleasure. It was quick and easy cash that much was true. If you were lucky enough to get paid, that is. The attempt to make any money that way came with many risks. Most women down here lived in fear of getting raped, abused, and even killed before the added risk of being a working girl. Having grown up with Levi and Furlan, they had kept you safe. Currently, you worked a part-time job at the morgue, which didn't pay well but allowed you to learn and study to some extent. But in recent years, since hitting puberty and developing into a young woman, the pressure had been more intense, men often offering plenty of money for the opportunity to have their way with you. Although this sort of interaction would result in being beaten to a pulp by Levi, he would die before he allowed you to have to resort to sex work. And you were grateful for that. The thought of having to resort to prostitution, a common but desperate measure, filled you with dread.

Levi, said nothing. He just stared at the floor, his jaw tightening with anger. You glanced at him, concerned. "Levi, if we need the money I can-" You asked softly, stopping when you saw him look up at you, his eyes burning with a fierce protectiveness. "I'm not going to let you do that," he said, his voice steady and unyielding.

You frowned. "It will guarantee us the money."

"Y/N" He said sternly. "I won't let you go out there and sell yourself for us to survive. I'll find another way. I promise." You looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of uncertainty, but found none. There was only determination.

You nod in response, feeling reassured for now by his words. "I've got to go out. I'll be back around midnight, okay?" He states. Again, this wasn't uncommon. You worried about him and where he was going but even if you asked he wouldn't have told you. Criminal and immoral are the exact words that he himself would've used to describe his work, he was probably going to go and find some quick and easy job, guaranteed to pay but always carried so many risks. Furlan smiles gently at you as he follows Levi out of the door.

Having had a bath and tidied up a little. You toss and turn in bed for hours, lost in your own thoughts. You knew Levi would keep you safe to an extent, but nothing was guaranteed down here. Even if you didn't end up in a brothel, there was nothing stopping anyone from breaking into the apartment you shared now while the boys were gone, you could he kidnapped, raped and murdered any night, or day for that matter. You shudder at the thought. You wanted as much of your life to be in your own hands and control as possible. It wasn't like you wanted to stay a virgin forever, while still being young, you were old by the standards of the underground, which made you laugh. You wanted your first time to be something you choose, not something taken from you. You had desires and thoughts late at night like this when you were alone. Always of your stoic companion. You weren't sure when your feelings towards him became romantic, but it frightened you. He was difficult to read, but you were sure that there could be something there. And if there wasn't? Well, you were sure you could convince yourself that you would be satisfied to just be by his side in whatever capacity the universe will allow. Maybe you would be fortunate enough to be born as a princess in the next life, and he would be your Prince charming. You roll your eyes and laugh at the thought. A girl could dream, and your fantasy of prince's, pretty dresses and castles, however impossible it was did help you to fall asleep for a few hours before you were abruptly awoken by the sound of Levi and Furlan returning. You could recognise the sound of Furlans footsteps retiring to his small room at the end of the corridor. It sounded like Levi was still in the living room. You sit up in bed and light a candle.

Levi walks over to your door, having noticed the light emitting from beneath. A heavy sigh escapes him, his eyes carrying a look of exhaustion. As he knocks on your door just once, his voice is soft.

"Can I come in?"

You respond with a sleepy yes, and Levi pauses for a moment before he comes into the room. His eyes shift to your bed, and he realizes that you're only wearing a tank top and underwear. He doesn't let his eyes roam over you for more than a second, trying to focus on something else in the room before speaking up, sounding worried:

"Are you alright? Why aren't you sleeping?"

You smile. "I was, and I wasn't, I fell asleep not long ago, but I heard you come home. Is everything okay?" You ask him concerned.

Levi nods as he sits down on the edge of your bed.

"Yeah, everything is fine. Sorry if I woke you up. You should get back to sleep." He smiles softly, something only you and you alone are ever lucky enough to see. You gently tug his arm. "Stay, just for a little longer." A blush creeping across your cheeks. This was a bold move for you. Maybe you were still slightly delirious from having just woken up.

Levi looks down at your hand as it lays on his arm. A slight blush creeps up on his cheeks as he looks up at you again. Your messy hair, dreary eyes, and smile are just too cute. He doesn't know what he would do without you. He hates that he can't find a way to get you all out of this cesspit. You're like the moon that continues to shine on the darkest night. He's already resided himself to do anything to keep you safe and by his side. He feels guilty that this sight of you is making his cock twitch. The years have been kind to you and you're such a beautiful young woman now, each and every night his hand is tightly gripped around his cock at the thought of you. Seeing you like this, the covers barely covering your panties and your nipples visible through your tank top is all the more fuel for his desires. But he knows how it is for girls down here, he saw what life was like for his mother, he sees it daily in the streets. He would never dream of treating you with anything but the respect you deserve. Not only that, but the thought of jeopardising the relationship that you have now should he tell you how he feels, loosing you would really plummet his life into eternal darkness.

He reaches out and gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "I guess I can stay for a little bit." He says softly. "Since you're such a brat if you don't get your own way." He teases.

You pout playfully at him, he chuckles as he shifts a bit closer to you, now sitting next to you with his arm around your shoulder, you nestle into his chest. A slight blush appears on his cheeks, which he immediately hides by turning his face away from you. "You're not still worrying about the money, are you? Is that why you're acting so needy?." He asks quietly

You shake your head. "Not anymore, I know it won't come to that." He nods, relieved that it isn't worrying you any longer. He's pulled from his thoughts when you speak up again. "I'm grateful. I know what I want for myself. And it's thanks to you that I'm able to make my own choices." You lift your head to meet his gaze, your face painted with a furious blush. "I'm ready to make my own choices."

Levi chuckles. "Well, you're spoilt for choice if that's the case." He says, trying to ignore the pang of jealously he can feel in the pit of his stomach.

You shake your head  "That's not what I mean, Vi." You nervously bring your palm to his cheek. "I want to be with someone I trust, someone I love."

Levi stares at you. Blushing slightly at your words. You have grown into a young woman who's a lot braver than he gives you credit for. A small smile forms on his face, but he's still hesitant to say all the things he wants to.

Levi tries to keep his usual cool exterior "A-Are...Are you saying what I think you're saying right now?"

You nod nervously. Averting your gaze, you have said enough for someone as intuitive as Levi to piece together. The seconds seem to last forever, but he finally gives you his response with a soft and gentle tone:

"I... I want that, too."

[leviismybby]

If only I knew

Levi Ackerman x fem!reader, angsty angst, slight fluff but not too much

With the titans being gone and the world healing, people move on Levi Ackerman is no exception, he sits outside on the balcony, his eyes looking at people who pass down below. Every single one of them has their own story, their own struggles and challenges. He wondered sometimes what the story was of that old baker down the street that sells those sweet pastries he brings to the kids he is helping sometimes or that woman who always went on evening walks. He sees families, couples, mothers with their children, all of them with a different life than his own. 

Levi wasn't going to complain, this was the peace he fought for, he wishes sometimes that the people he cared about were still here but he learned to accept his freedom and stop feeling guilty about it, this is what they would want for him. As he looks at a young couple pass by, his thoughts wander back to you. How were you? Have you been doing good? Have you moved on from him? He thinks about you way too much and wonders if you think about him too. What if it was different? What if you were here with him? Enjoying the morning air just like he is....

He shakes his head and takes the now cooled-down cup of tea on the table next to him, he catches himself doing what he told himself not to do, going through all of those what-ifs that do nothing but put him in a spiral of thought. It's a habit he is working on getting rid of, there is nothing he has if he keeps living in the past. Levi has no regrets, that what he tells himself but, you were his regret, he regretted not going back to you and if he could go back in time for only one minute, he would go back to you.

His memories of you are still crystal clear, he hasn't forgotten what you looked like, how could he? You were his first and only love.

The underground wasn't a pleasant place to live, Levi scoffs as he cleans the floor, he tries to be quiet not to wake you up as you're still sleeping. His eyes look at the clock from time to time, he wonders if Furlan and Isabele have managed to get themselves a decent breakfast, he left them a note where hid some of the food supplies. He spent the night at your place, recently finding it a guilty pleasure of his. Does he feel bad for lying to his friends about where he is? Yes, he does. Does he feel like it's a need to keep you safe? Yes, he does. Both of them know about you and that you're Levi's girlfriend but Levi likes to keep your relationship a secret as much as he can.

As he continues to clean the floor, he eventually hears footsteps coming his way and looks up to see you leaning against the doorframe watching him clean. Your place wasn't big, you had two rooms, one was used as your bedroom and the other as your kitchen. "Well good morning, handsome." You smile as you speak and Levi rolls his eyes as he stands up. "Didn't I tell you to stop with the nicknames?" The smile doesn't leave your face, you can't help but tease him, it's your favorite thing to do. "No, you're handsome."

He approaches you and gives you a quick kiss on the lips. "Since you're already trying to suck up from the early fucking morning. Have about you make the bed while I make breakfast?" You groan. "Fine, we did leave it a mess." Levi can't help but let the side of his lip quirked up slightly, you two were rather intense any time you made love, he enjoyed it thoroughly. "Of course we did, you're a wild one in the sheets."

That morning when you two were eating breakfast, he noticed a discomfort on your face. "Name, what's the matter?" You rub your neck, feeling nausea again, the fourth morning in a row. "I am...fine just.." You stop for a second taking a deep breath. "I feel like I have to throw up." Quickly you stand up from the table and bend over the skin to throw up, Levi follows swiftly behind you, holding your hair and rubbing your back gently. After you're done, he reaches for the napkin and wipes your mouth before cleaning the sink as you sit down. "It's most likely a flu, Furlan had it last week." Levi says as he kneels before you and puts his hand over your lap. "Rest, I'll take care of everything."

Levi's memory trip is interrupted by his doorbell ringing, he stands up and takes his cane and makes his way to the door, cursing his leg. Opening the door, his eyes go slightly wide as he sees Jean and Connie, now both even more mature than the last time he saw them. They were in their early twenties now, both mature men, well as mature as Jean and Connie can get anyway. "You two...this is a surprise." Levi says and steps aside to let them in, usually when any of them visit they sent a letter prior so something must've happened for them to come all the way here.

"How's your leg, ca- Levi?" Jean almost face palms at Connie's slip-up, he didn't blame him however, it was a force of habit and long years of Levi being the Survey Corps captain. "It has its days. I don't need the shitty wheelchair today, at least not yet." He says as he leads them into the living room to sit down, they sit down on the sofa opposite Levi who sits down on a chair. "Do you two want something to drink?" Levi asks despite the fact that he can see that the two were in a hurry to tell him something. "No thank you. We won't be long." Jean says and takes his hat off. "We uh, the reason for our visit is tho." He pulls out a photo from his coat pocket and puts it on the table in front of Levi.

Levi arches an eyebrow for a second before taking a look at the photograph. There's silence for a few moments, this time it's Connie that speaks again. "We got it from Historia, she got the file for the newest recruits who just signed up for the military and when she came across the photo, she immediately called us." Of course, the new rule on Paradis is that you have to be 16 years of age to sign up to train for the military, Historia can't do much about the tight grip that the new regiment has on people but she made sure that kids no longer have to train at early age.

Silence falls over the room again as Levi observed the person in the photo. “This boy…..he looks familiar…” Levi takes a look at the photo better, thousands of questions going on through his mind. Jean and Connie look at each other, not knowing how to approach the situation, Jean clears his throat before speaking. “That's why we brought you that picture, we thought you might be able to tell us who it is.”

Levi keeps looking at the photograph. “And how old is he? Do you know?” He looks up, his face showing curiosity. “He is 16.” Connie’s words seem to leave Levi thinking even more. 16 years old…he saw you last 16 years ago. “16….” Levi sighs and looks at the photo again, his eyes pay close attention to the boy’s hair, jaw and eyes. His eyes darted over the mirror in the hallway then back at the image in his hand. 

Dammit name. Levi says in his head, this boy had his features, his gray eyes, his sharp jaw, the dark hair, those nose all of it, his. He looks at Jean and Connie who are both waiting for an explanation, an explanation that Levi does not have, he does not doubt that this is his kid but he cannot tell them something he didn't even know about. Now he starts to feel stupid, no wonder you were having all of those sick mornings and suddenly started to crave food that you usually had a dislike for, you were pregnant, pregnant with his baby. Another money creeps into his mind...

"Be careful." You say as you watch Levi put the gear on. "Why are these people after you anyway?" He doesn't answer you as he focuses on strapping his gear on the right. "I don't know. All I know is that I have to go above ground to kill that blondie." Blondie? He must be referring to that tall blonde guy, the one you saw last week wearing a dark green cloak with wings of freedom on it. "I am doing this for us. If I get my hands on those papers we can finally go live above ground." He approaches you and wraps his hands around your waist, his eyes locked with yours. "I'll be back." Levi says, taking your face in his hands when he notices your eyes get watery. "When?" Your voice is shaky. "I'll be back." He repeats his words before kissing you passionately.

"We just, never saw you with anyone that way so it was a surprise to see the photo." Jean's voice interrupts Levi's train of thought, he sighs putting the photo on the desk. "There was someone before I joined the Survey Corps....Name." The way your name rolled off his lips after so many years makes it almost painful for Levi, as much as it's hard for him to speak, he continues. "She was someone I met when I was young in the underground, we were together for a long time before I went above ground with Erwin and Miche."

Connie knows that he should let Levi speak but his curiosity gets the best of him. "What happened? Did you not go back for her?" That question hurts Levi, not because he didn't try to go back to you but because he did and when he went back, you weren't there. "I did, so many times. I let myself be stopped by the suffering of my comrades too many times but I did. About two years after writing letters to her and her never responding, I went back and she...was gone. Her stuff was still there, most of it scarred across the floor like someone had broken in. I went back above ground and accepted two options, one that she was either dead, killed by the criminals in the underground or that she parished into the dirty streets and died of illness.....she was feeling ill before I left and of course, it never clicked in my mind that she was pregnant with my child."

Jean and Connie listen as Levi talks, even they can feel the dread and longing from his voice. "So I left it. Buried it deep in me with only memories of her to hold. But this.." He takes a photo of his son in his hand again, he closes his eyes for a moment trying not to let his emotions get the better of him. "Changes everything. Do you know more about him? His name?" They shake their heads, maybe Historia did tell them a name but they were too in shock from seeing the photo to react. "I think Queen Historia would be welcome to speak with you over the telephone, the problem is it's hard to reach her."

"No." Levi says. "I will speak to her personally, I need to know more." It was a sentence Levi didn't think he would ever say, going back to a place that considers him a traitor. His son may be one of those people for all he knows, he did grow up on Paradis but he has faith in you, that you told him about his father. He would understand if you didn't too, you had every right to after how he left. "Are you sure that's smart? People on Paradis are rather hostile with former members of the survey corps." They were telling Levi what he already knew, he reads the newspapers and listens to the radio, he knows better than anyone the injustice the new regiment does to him and his fallen friends and comrades however, it's his son, his flesh and blood. As much he wishes that he was strong enough to let it go, he can't, even if you remarried, even if you forgot him, he had to see you again, to meet his he didn't know even existed until about thirty minutes ago.

"I know and it probably isn't smart. That won't stop me, now that I know about him...I can't let it go."

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Levi can't move, it's like he is stuck in one place. He holds onto his cane as he watches from afar, his breath hitches in his throat. His son is just a few steps away but it's like something is holding Levi back as just stands there, looking at him. Regret starts to creep in again, he was 16, and Levi has missed so much of his life, he missed his first steps, his first words, his first day of school. Leo, that was his name, Armin told him when he came to Paradis.

It has changed a lot, there are a lot of familiar places but yet they seem so foreign, he can see his comrades in every corner, hear their laughter. He can see himself in Leo as he trains, very clearly skilled and fast. Levi wanted nothing more than to talk to him, what would he say if he does? He was 41 years old now, will his son hear him out? Does he ever know about him?

There's a loud whistle suggesting that the training is over, Levi's eyes follow Leo as he walks over to the bench and drinks some water. It's like looking in a mirror a few years back, they looked so much alike, it wouldn't take anyone who knew Levi personally to figure out who Leo was. Levi looks away for a moment thinking to himself. If he goes over there and talks to him, he will figure out everything. What happened to you, he would hear his son talk, get to know him if he lets him to.

Instead, Levi turns around, he gulps, trying to surpass the tears in his eyes. Or maybe it's better that his son doesn't get to know him, that you don't see him again. Maybe Levi isn't as strong as he thought he was, he looks back and sees that Leo is talking to his peers, clearly enjoying the company of his friends. That makes Levi smile slightly, he seems like a good guy, he didn't expect otherwise, you raised him. Levi was about to call out but then he sees someone approach Leo again, this time he knows who it is, it was you.

Levi's eyes go wide and he moves a little closer, not enough for you two to see him but enough for him to hear your conversation. "Hey ma." Leo smiles at you as you sit next to him. "Here you go, now remember to return the basket after you're done." Levi watches as Leo takes a look at the basket, his hands going through it. "Ma, I told you not to bake. I can't have too much sweets in my diet." Despite his words, he takes a bite out of a cookie, Levi knows himself how good of a cook you are, he can almost taste the flavor in his mouth.

You were stunning, you matured and Levi couldn't find you more beautiful. He is happy for you, happy that his son has so much respect and love for you. Leo finishes the cookie and then takes the basket from you, his mouth full of food. "Leo, slow down." You scold, putting your hands on your hips. "Sorry ma, missed your cooking." There's something that you feel on your back, like someone is looking at you from afar and what's worse is that it feels like deja vu, like you have felt that type of stare before.

You turn around and Levi is quick to hide behind a wall, he sees that you keep looking for a couple of minutes. "Ma? Is everything okay?" Leo asks his mother, trying to see what she is looking at. "Yes, it's all fine...I just felt someone looking at me is all." You turn back to face your son and Levi finally sums up the courage, he comes around the corner slightly and starts walking towards you until....

"So ma, how is dad doing?" That stops Levi in his tracks, dad? But he...he was- "He is doing good and remember that next time he will be the one visiting so try to act more.... Like a soldier." Leo rolls his eyes at that. "Like hell I will, I am the most skilled one here, it's not like I can't act human just because I have duties to attend." Levi hears the words, unlike him, Leo is putting the people dear to him over duty. You laugh a little and then pinch Leo on the cheek. "Alright now, don't be rude to dad he cares for you."

It was like a dagger to Levi, you did move on, and you did forget him. He turns around not wanting to listen to that conversation anymore, it was killing him inside. His son...doesn't even know about him. If only he knew, if he visited you earlier all those years ago. If only he stayed...while you would've been in the underground, you would've been together and he would have a son that knew him.

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[m-jelly]

Hello author. If you allow me, I have an idea for a fanfic. It will tell the story of the post-war wedding of Levi and the readers. You will do the details, descriptions of the beauty and colorfulness of the wedding perfectly. But the main feature of the wedding is that among the guests there will be ghosts of deceased scouts. They watch the wedding and rejoice for them.I've been dreaming about this kind of fanfiction or fanart for a long time, ever since the end of the manga. My English is bad

A magical day

Levi x fem!reader

Canon world, romance, marriage, wedding, mention of ghosts, fluff.

It's wedding day. You and Levi enjoy a blissful day as you finally marry each other. While you enjoy a sweet moment together after officially marrying, Levi sees all his friends and loved ones watching him.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a

@youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn

@bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @emilyyyy-08 @levistealeaf @pelicanpizza

@notgoodforlife @searriously @demonic-bird

The wedding was a simple event with only a small number of guests. When it came to attention, you and Levi didn't like it. So, something small and simple was set up for the two of you. You both wanted something small and intimate with each other.

You'd chosen the perfect spot together, it was a large field with views of the lake and vast forests. White seats were lined up with a path made of flowers. At the end of the flowers was an archway made of wild and simple flowers.

Everything set up reflected the two of you so perfectly, the two of you were just simple people deeply in love. Not many people had been invited to the event, mainly because there weren't many people the two of you knew, but you preferred the small event.

Levi sat in his wheelchair as his heart throbbed in his chest. To say he was nervous was an understatement. Even though Levi knew you loved him with everything in you, he was still nervous that you wouldn't turn up.

As soon as the music played he gazed down the path to see you smiling in your gorgeous white dress moving closer. He was so excited when you walked closer to him with a bright smile. Desire filled him causing him to rise to his feet. He stumbled up and then limped towards you.

You hurried closer to Levi. "Levi."

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close. "Mine."

You giggled and hugged Levi tightly. "Mine." You pulled back and cupped his face. "Are you okay? Is your leg hurting?"

"I'm okay. I just had to meet you."

You carefully walked him back to his chair. "Sit, my love."

He sat down and huffed. "You worry too much about me."

You took a seat next to him and hugged his arm. "Always. It's because I love you."

He hummed a light laugh and enjoyed how relaxed the wedding was. He leaned over a moment and kissed your cheek. "I love you so much. You showed me how beautiful life can be. I had little regard for my own worth, but you made me feel like I'm worth a fortune."

"Levi, you're worth more than anything in this world."

He tapped his forehead against yours. "You are the most precious thing in this entire world."

The two of you cuddled up as the ceremony continued. As soon as Levi was given permission to kiss you, his lips were on yours. He wanted to marry you the moment he knew he was in love with you. He rose to his feet and stood before you and kissed you once more.

He held you against him and looked at the crowd. It warmed his heart to see people still cared about the two of you, but then something changed. At first, he thought there was something in his eyes, but then the vision became much clearer and standing among your guests were people he never thought he would see again.

It started with a few of the cadets he'd lost and a few people he had worked with in the past. Next to appear were the vets he was close to, the last of those vets was Erwin. Furlan and Isabel had the biggest grins on their faces as they seemed much closer to you and Levi. Finally, Kuchel stood there with tears in her eyes looking so proud of her son.

"Levi?"

He gulped hard as you called for him. "Yes?"

You rubbed his chest. "Are you okay?"

He pulled his gaze away from his old friends and family to look at you, his new family. "I'm perfect because I have you." He looked back to see they were all there still. "I see them, all of them."

You kissed Levi's cheek. "I know they're proud of you."

He leaned and kissed you. "And they think you're incredibly beautiful."

You giggled. "And they think you look handsome."

He tapped his forehead against yours. "It makes me happy to see my old family, but I have my new family right in front of me."

[eskymoos]

Levi Ackerman X Reader

          Older grumpy x younger sunshine

              How I think Levi would treat a young scout who reminds him painfully much of Furlan/Isabel.

The beginning of your professional relationship began when he watched you undergo the ODM gear tests. You were physically strong and he made a mental note of that. You hung upside down with ease and zipped through the trees as if it were your second nature. In a way, you surpassed the diligence his younger self had.

When he learned that you were interested in scientific research as much as Hange, he imagined how chaotic things would turn out. Unlike Hange, you weren’t used to working in loud, overcrowded spaces so you rarely had the chance to get you work done on time. Levi reluctantly offered you to use his office. Whenever he was out or at a meeting, he’d hand you his keys and you could lock yourself in the room to focus. It was all yours. He wasn’t used to open kindness but this was an exception for you. The next morning you would thank him by leaving cookies on his desk.

He never had enough time to learn how to write so he copied some parts of your handwriting to fix his. It would take a long time before you realized he wrote his j’s and g’s the same way as you.

One time you came back from an expedition with many bruises and injuries all over your body and the doctor failed to cover them up so Levi did it instead. He prohibited you from seeing that doctor again.

When you had first been given your cape as an article of your uniform, you noticed a dark stain in the back of it. It wouldn't come off even with hours of scrubbing. It bothered you so much that you borrowed one of Levi’s spare capes, thinking he wouldn’t say anything. He did notice but never told you. You never gave it back.

You and Hange were the only ones he would ask for favors. Time proved that he wasn’t exactly fond of making friendships or getting attached but you two had a special spot in his heart. Sometimes when he was too tired and buried in his work he would call for you and ask you to make his tea. Even when you did not make it exactly the way he liked it, he always drank the entire thing.

As a young person, you were bound to falling in love and crushing on other scouts and cadets. Levi was the one who regulated your desires and professional life. When you got too carried away because of someone, he would yank your hair back and discipline you the way he always did. He cared about your wellbeing enough to know that those feelings would only hurt you.

When you grew up a bit more, his trust for you also grew. He even allowed himself to let loose at times. Sometimes during training you would try to race him to the other side of the forest to see who could strike more targets. Levi was nonchalant about that habitual game of yours and even let you win a couple times just to catch a glimpse of your shit-eating smile.

You could have faith in him when it came to hairstyles. He did his own hair throughout his whole life and knew exactly how to work with scissors. When you wanted your ends trimmed, you would go to him and he would do it swiftly and cleanly. He was secretly grateful you trusted him so much. It was mutual.

[abiatackerman]

The days we've waited for

Event: @levievent "Levi Month 24"

🤍Day 19: Post-war: Marriage🤍

Canon universe! Postwar Levi Ackerman X Reader! Slight Angst! Fluff! Cozy wedding! Sweet Romance! 1K Words!

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People say "Good days always come after the bad ones" but Levi never believed it. From his birth until the "War of Heaven and Earth", his life was mostly bad.... No, "bad" is not the right word to express the days. He should use "traumatising, painful, terrifying" because they sound more appropriate. All he experienced was cruelty, all he saw was his comrades friends and family dying.....

But it seems like people were right after all....

He sighs looking at the mirror in front of him. He's wearing nothing but a casual black suit with a casual shirt. Casual shoes, pants and as usual his cravat. You insisted on it.... You didn't want Levi to wear anything which would make him feel uncomfortable.

Right.... It's you after all who's probably the only person in this world who cares about his "comforts".

And today is the day he's getting married to you....

To the woman he only loved, to the woman who supported him throughout his whole cruel life.

He sighs and rolls the wheel of his chair to move it where he kept "The" box. "The" box where he gathered all of his comrades (as much as he could) badges. He rumbles through the box trying to find out the badges written Erwin and Hange's names behind them.

He still remembers how annoyed he was with Erwin for putting you in his squad, how pissed he used to get whenever Hange would ship you two.

But now, he wishes he could thank them properly. He wishes he could see Erwin's gentle chuckle and hear Hange's loud yapping....

They would have felt so happy if they could have attended this marriage. Hange probably would have cheered so loudly that all the guests would have felt annoyed by her screaming.

He caresses the badges and puts them in his pocket. He smiles a little.

He will now feel that Hange and Erwin are just with him. Along with Furlan and Isabel. Also his mother since his cravat is made of her clothes.....

He moves his wheelchair towards the door and sees Armin opening it.

"Oh captain, you're ready? Everyone's waiting."

He says gently as he starts to guide Levi's wheelchair to the aisle. He's gonna be Levi's main man at this ceremony. You suggested it, knowing he sees Erwin in Armin, and he will never deny it.

Armin stops and places Levi's chair on the stage where the priest is waiting. He smiles gently at Levi and Levi nods. He looks around and his face softens noticing the whole arrangement. Everything is white, decorated with flowers only. Simple and gentle like it's nothing special but still there's a vibe which can calm everyone's nerves down.

The brats worked hard.

He was about to thank Armin but stops as one of your friends starts to play violin. Just like Levi you wanted this marriage to be cozy and simple. Not too many people, just you and him, and both of your loved ones. But that's not what Levi is thinking about.

His mind goes blank as he sees you in the white dress. In your wedding dress. Nothing too gorgeous but you're looking like an angel in it. The flower crown on your head just makes you look prettier. As soon as you see him you smile widely like a kid and Levi can't help but chuckles too.

He thought you would leave him. No, he wanted you to leave him. You are beautiful, physically capable and a woman who deserves someone better than him. He kinda feared you're gonna leave him but to his surprise you yourself proposed to him, saying you want to spend your whole life annoying him, spending time with him.

He takes a deep breath as you release your dad's hand and walk towards Levi. Gabi hands you Levi's ring and Falco hands Levi yours. As the priest asks if he's willing to take you as his wife he vulnerably answers yes but your response was so fast and immediate like you couldn't wait anymore. Everyone laughed.

As the priest addressed you both husband and wife and you two change your rings. You immediately sit on Levi's lap, cup his face and kiss him as gently as possible. Finally losing your emotions you start to cry like a baby and Levi's eyes start to tear up too.

"Shut up, doll. You're making it look like I've forced you to do this. You're making me look like a bad person."

He says in a soft voice and pats your back as you sob.

"I'm just so happy! Can you imagine? No more fighting, no more sacrifices, no more deaths, no more life risks. Everything from now on is me and you! Us! I can't believe it!!!!!"

You hug him still sitting on his lap and buries his face in your hair. Sighing contently he speaks softly.

"Shouldn't we cut the cake? Everyone's waiting. And it's already weird that the bridegroom is in a wheelchair, don't make it weirder by keep crying and sitting on this damn wheelchair during your whole marriage day."

Levi says teasingly and you smile slyly and lean towards him more to whisper in his ears.

"We will make love in this damn chair tonight! And no, I won't hear any excuses. I'm your wife form now on so you'll have to listen to me."

You say smugly and stand up as everyone starts to calp with soft smiles on their faces.

"Who's gonna clean up the messes?"

He asks, squeezing your hand and looking at the crowd.

"Me. Don't worry I'll treat you like a princess from now on just like you used to treat me. I'll make you happy just like you will make me happy too."

Seriously, life can't get any better.....

[amywritesthings]

Hi babe! Congrats for one year of Silver Underground! 🎶

I was wondering if you could write a little Drabble or one shot of James and Levi in the early days of their relationship. Maybe it’s still a secret from Isabelle and Farlan, and they almost get caught…you know…😏

Love you, Bestie!!😘

hello, my dearest Sailor! Your wish is my command. xo

down bad. / levi ackerman x f!reader

word count: 1.3k summary: you and levi secretly make out before furlan/isabel get home. that's it, that's the horny plot. tags: 18+ minors dni! pre-aot timeline, heavy petting, making out, dry humping, mentions of sex, secret relationship, interruptions, set in the silver underground universe credit: @saradika-graphics for dividers

“Huh.”

You hear Levi’s voice echo from the living room as you climb the stairs to your apartment.

The anticipation of a shower after making deals with some of the cretins of the Underground has kept your tired feet propelling forward, onward, until they come to a stop at the mouth of the door.

One after the other, you kick your boots off beside Levi’s discarded pair to pad gently across the wooden floorboards in dark socks.

He reappears from his bedroom with a furrowed expression, brow holding his apprehension.

“They’re not home.” 

He points a thumb behind his shoulder.

The silence corroborates his findings.

By now, Isabel would have launched herself from your shared bedroom proclaiming sorrow without the two of you around. Furlan barely ever left the living room, and there are only so many places he could go in such a cramped space.

As you drag the apartment’s front door closed and locked, you wipe your hands off on your trousers.

“Where could they be?” you inquire. “I thought they were supposed to meet with that one asshole tomorrow.”

“They are. Maybe they went shopping for food,” he suggests, rolling up his white sleeves to the point of his elbow on the right arm. “Furlan owes you anyway.”

“It was one stolen leftover, Levi.”

“Still owes you,” he chides, fixing up his left arm’s sleeves after. “Doesn’t matter.”

Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms over your chest and stand in the silence.

No one talks.

Someone should, but —

You’re still not used to this — balancing what the hell it means to be James, the friend, and the James that kisses Levi in the shadows.

It’s only been a few times.

A lie — under fifty isn’t a few.

Maybe a hundred, if stolen pecks in passing when you both know the risks qualifies.

At this point, you’ve lost count how many times the two of you have made out. And losing count means that the two of you are prone for mistakes.

(A lack of judgment, if you will.)

Because as soon as it hits — no one’s home — eyes of twin curiosity connect across the room.

At the same moment, at the exact same time, an idea passes telepathically. An argument.

We shouldn’t. 

We never tried in the house. 

We always—

Too late.

He propels towards you with the urgency of losing you and your feet slide against the floorboards with urgency.

Your head tilts and he follows suits, and without an ounce of real thought, his lips claim yours.

Levi’s hands are already trying to open up your shirt, unbuttoning with certainty a starving man wouldn’t have.

You aren’t as controlled — your hands fumble with his vest, angry at the little notches for giving you a problem. “Don’t worry about me,” he mumbles against your mouth, his tongue experimentally poking out to flicker against your lower lip.

“But—”

He abandons your lips and kisses the tiny gemstone on your sternum to make you gasp; a sign of worship, leaving an offering to an altar he created.

Obediently your head drops back, too focused on the heat traveling up your collarbone to your neck.

His lips are always so careful, as if somehow if he presses too hard he’ll bruise you. 

It doesn’t matter how many times your hands grip at your hips. 

It doesn’t matter how many times he backs you into a wall—

Or in this case, a table.

Your hips hit the kitchenette table, faltering your stance. His strong hands find purchase on the plush of your thighs.

“Fall back.”

You pull away from the kiss to finally survey those blue-gray eyes, stormy and benevolent all the same.

Both of your chests heave, though yours is half-revealed and there’s a pink hue of a blush crawling across his cheeks to his ears.

“Wait, what?” you ask him in a huff.

He nods once, lifting your legs only a little for emphasis. “You’re not gonna break it, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I’m— there are about a dozen other things I’m worried about,” you shout in a whisper. “I don't give a fuck about the integrity of the table."

"Good," he decides, and leans back in for a kiss.

Your hand blocks his lips from finding yours.

"I wasn't done talking," you say. "The other dozen things, Levi, like when are they going to get—”

“I don’t care,” he rasps, too far gone. “We’ll hear the lock.”

“Will we?”

“Yeah.”

“And if we don’t—”

“I’m covering you.”

“Barely.”

“Enough.”

“But the table—”

"So you do care about the table?"

"Well, no, but if it—"

“Fuck the table, James,” he groans, so unlike him that the arousal shoots to your core.

Timid in the moment, you scoot your rear end to the table’s edge and fall back. His arm catches your back to ease you down, but not without kissing down your throat again to pull a short cry from your lips.

His other hand pulls your thigh with him so he can slot his hips between yours, and you both lose your breath at the heated connection of his hips to yours.

You haven’t gotten that far yet, but you damn well wish you could.

His head lifts from your neck so he can stare at your eyes, stalling for content, as the hand on your thigh lifts it.

There’s nothing hotter than your knee caging in his hip, and his hand keeping it there. Nothing.

“You’re wasting time,” you growl in return, dragging him in from the white collar of his shirt. 

He grunts in appreciation and hovers over you, pleased with himself now that you’re virtually beneath him.

His lips find yours, chin tilting to deepen the action. 

Your moan vibrates against his mouth, causing his hand on your thigh to clench the flesh.

You want everything.

In that moment, you realize you’ll do just about anything if it means you get to have him.

Late night trysts, early morning sparring kisses, midday dry humps—

The best kept secret of your entire life.

His hips experimentally roll against yours, and you both moan — probably louder than you ought to. It doesn’t matter, because it spurs him to try it again. Again, again—

And when your hand boldly reaches for his belt, something clicks.

Not in your brain, but at the door.

Trained ears force Levi off of your body, lips and cheeks equal parts reddened.

He whips his attention to the door, fixing his clothes and clearing his breath.

“Calm it with that key, would you?” he calls, voice a little more gruff than before.

He strides across the room, buying you time to fly off of the table and re-button your shirt in your own bedroom.

When you catch your eye, he mouths sorry — but the shit-eating smirk on his face tells you otherwise.

“We’re trying!” Isabel. Shit. You know that whine anywhere.

Levi’s palm slams against the door frame from the other side. “Give me a sec, I’ll open it.”

“Why?” Furlan. He sounds perplexed more than anything. “I almost had the door—”

“You’re gonna break it,” Levi flatly tells him, before finally opening the door.

When you ‘enter’ the room, Furlan and Isabel pour into the apartment with their arms full of bags and nearly-fresh produce. You yawn, padding barefoot.

“Sorry, took a nap,” you lie, stretching your limbs overhead. “Where were you two again?”

“Shopping!”

They chirp in unison, heading straight for the kitchen.

Your eyes meet Levi’s once more while you rearrange the chain of your necklace.

That smirk hasn’t left his face, even in the face of your friends.

All you respond with is a middle finger, rubbing against your nose.

One of these days—

Narrowly missed today, maybe, but one of these days they’re going to find out.

(And maybe one day it won’t be such a secret.)

[levi-ackermvn]

i am screaming, crying, throwing up, over this INSANE and INCREDIBLE commission from one of my favorite artists koldangreyart on twitter ˚‧º·(′̥̥̥ o ‵̥̥̥)‧º·˚ words cannot begin to describe how amazing this artwork is and it just makes me emotional seeing my ideas executed so perfectly (T⌓T) a little bit of context: this is the first time we ever see sloane seriously injured. she’s had the occasional dislocated limbs, mild concussions, and other types of non-fatal wounds after some rough expeditions, but this is on a whole other level. her life is on the line, which causes not only the cadets to panic, but also levi. it’s one of the few moments we witness him lose all sense of calm and collectiveness as he carries the woman he unknowingly loves in his arms while she’s bleeding profusely. levi hadn’t felt this type of panic and fear since isabel and furlan, and he refused to let sloane follow their tragic fates (☍﹏⁰)｡

[ DO NOT REPOST, EDIT, OR TRACE!!! this artwork was commissioned for my fic so please do not steal it ]

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[captain-hawks]

Spicy sleepover round V let's goooo!!

Levi Ackerman and a (crowded / empty / very dark / secluded corner of a) bar 🍸

I love reading these spicy sleepovers, can't wait to read all of them!

precision

levi ackerman x f!reader

In which a dark, quiet corner of the bar and a glass of bourbon finally earns you Levi Ackerman's undivided attention.

wc: 1.8k

c: 18+ only, modern au, brat!reader, musician!levi, semi-public sexual activities, spit kink, alcohol, oral fixation, finger sucking, fingering

SPICY SLEEPOVER WEEKEND - PART V

It’s tangible—this steady, relentless itch of heat that blisters incessantly between yourself and the man sitting beside you in the booth, black strands of hair falling across his forehead as he runs a slender finger along the rim of his glass.

There’s a new tattoo nestled in the ditch of his elbow, the colors vibrant amongst the healed ink that crawls up and down the rest of his right arm. 

It’s distracting.

Like everything else about him. 

Levi Ackerman is difficult to parse out, an enigma that you’ve yet to untangle in the years since he joined your brother’s band. 

An enigma that you like to poke and prod and annoy, if only to push him—

“Does your tendency to be a brat coincide with certain business hours that I can aim to avoid?” he idly asks as you begin to drum your nails against his glass.

It’s dark and secluded in this back corner of the bar, though a bustling crowd still remains pooled around the stage. You’ve long-since lost sight of your brother, Furlan, and Isabel, who abandoned the two of you to watch the next band.

And now, it’s become a bit of a game at this point—seeing how many times you can draw out the disapproving click of Levi’s tongue against the back of his teeth in one night. 

(Part of you would even swear he enjoys it, this constant back and forth that sways from your possession to his.)

“You get the overtime special,” you smile sweetly. 

Levi sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, the silver ring on his middle finger glinting ever so slightly in the dim light. And that’s when you spot it, the unassuming black hair tie you’d quickly dug out of your purse weeks ago when he needed a rubber band right before going on stage. Now, the thin, braided material is pressed snugly against his wrist, almost lost in the swirl of ink that trails atop his hand. 

You probably would have noticed it earlier during their set, if you weren’t so wholly distracted by the sight of him playing the guitar—the complete and utter unraveling of his reserved demeanor beneath the heat of the stage lights, sweat dripping down the side of his neck as his fingers swept across the fretboard, steely gray eyes alight with the same fervor that always leaves you breathless in the audience.

It’s things like this that make you want to keep pushing, despite his aloof ways.

“What’s wrong with your drink?” he asks, brows furrowed in annoyance as he watches you slowly drag his glass toward you by the thin cardboard coaster it’s sitting atop.

He jerks his chin at the half-full bottle of beer sitting beside your forearm, and you shrug, fingers wrapping around his cup as you bring it up toward your lips, the scent of bourbon crawling up your nostrils.

A hand wraps around your wrist, halting the cup’s progress mere centimeters from your mouth, and you meet Levi’s gaze as he flexes his fingers and raises an eyebrow.

“Would it kill you to say please?”

You lean forward, lips just barely brushing against the rip of the glass before he snatches it away fully, holding it out of your reach. He considers you for a moment, a look passing over his face as he seems to come to a decision. The next band starts to play, the room filling with sound as live music pours from the speakers, and he leans in, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“Open your mouth.”

You shudder at the contact, blinking a few times in confusion as he leans back, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. When you don’t immediately respond, he mouths at you—

‘OPEN’

You’re not sure what you’re expecting when you let your lips fall open, eyes carefully tracking the way Levi takes a sip from the glass.

But he doesn’t swallow it.

Instead, he slides closer again, hovering over top of you this time as he presses his thumb to your bottom lip, fingertips skirting the curve of your jaw as he pushes your mouth open wider.

And then he spits the bourbon directly into your mouth.

The liquor burns as you swallow, finding good company amongst the blazing inferno currently unfurling in your gut at a pace so rapid, it leaves you dizzy in your seat.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, so quietly you’d barely hear it, if not for the brief dip in sound during a break between songs.

If you didn’t know better, you’d think this whole situation’s barely drawn a reaction out of him, even as he’s using his thumb to wipe away the trail of bourbon that spilled down the side of your chin.

But the thing is, you do know better. You can see it in the tick of his jaw, the subtle dilation of his pupils. His grip against the glass. 

The ever so slight tilt of his head as he assesses you.

And you know that if you played it off, Levi would drop this all like it never happened. He’d down the rest of the glass and slide out of the booth like he didn’t just spit his drink between your lips.

But the air that hangs between you is too thick with intent to not go stumbling directly into the heady fog of it.

“I’m still thirsty.”

Levi blinks once, the only indication that you’ve surprised him before he shrugs, taking another sip. Although this time, when he leans in, it’s the back of your head where his hand comes to rest before his lips press against yours.

It’s not quite a kiss as he uses his lips to ease your mouth open, letting the bourbon spill onto your tongue.

It’s not quite a kiss—the shape of his mouth on yours as you swallow another shot of liquor.

But then you swipe your tongue across the remaining hint of bourbon that lingers on his bottom lip—and Levi surges forward, kissing you hard. 

It’s precise, the way his mouth slots against yours, the pressure of his tongue, the caress of his fingertips along the side of your neck, the sharp bite of his teeth into the plush swell of your bottom lip. 

Levi kisses you like he knows how fucking dizzy with arousal you already are, like he’s well aware you’re on the verge of begging him to spit the rest of the bourbon in your mouth, too. Your left hand grasps the edge of the seat beneath you for purchase.

You have half a mind to crawl into his lap, if only to see if he’d deny you relief of the hot, aching tension simmering between your legs.

“We’re not doing that here,” he murmurs as he pulls back from the kiss slightly, not missing the way you clench your thighs together.

You expect him to leave it at that—you wouldn’t put anything past him, at this rate. But instead, he dips two fingers into the glass before bringing them up to your lips. Staring at him curiously, you open your mouth just enough for him to push them inside, bourbon trickling over your tongue.

The heat in your abdomen flares as you swipe your tongue along the digits, holding Levi’s gaze all the while. Saliva pools in your mouth, and you suck on his fingers with more fervor, your chest heaving with need as slick arousal begins to soak into your panties.

You’re not sure how much time has passed when Levi finally pulls his spit-soaked fingers out of your mouth, spreading them apart to show the messy strings of saliva stuck between them before placing them into his own mouth.

He takes the same hand and places it on your kneecap, his fingertips just barely touching your bare skin. And there’s a brief flicker of hesitancy in his eyes, an unspoken question in his expression.

Exhaling softly to release the pent up tension simmering inside of you, you offer him permission by way of the slow, deliberate spread of your thighs, your fingers toying with the hem of your skirt.

Levi leans in, nose brushing against yours as he carefully slides his hand up your skirt, and you fight to suppress the full-body shiver that nearly wracks through you in response. He kisses you again as he hooks a digit in your panties, tugging them aside to slide two fingers through your soaked folds.

You’re not sure if he means to groan as he feels how fucking wet you are, your panties now entirely soaked through with the sticky, gushing arousal that’s been steadily leaking out of your cunt. But you revel in the way the sound vibrates against your lips over the music, hips rocking into his touch as he kisses you harder and slips a finger into your needy hole.

“Levi,” you gasp into the kiss, bucking upward, your spine arching with pleasure as he drags the digit through the slick arousal coating your tight inner walls.

Between the dismal lighting in the back of the room and the way Levi’s body is mostly blocking you from view from anyone outside of the booth, not to mention the commotion of music on stage, it’s unlikely that anyone would be able to immediately clock the fact that you’re getting finger fucked by the lead guitarist of the previous band right here in your seat.

Your brother, Furlan, or Isabel could return at any goddamn moment.

But the risk has a fresh wave of arousal gushing from your cunt anyway, and you’re certain Levi feels how you clench down on the two digits now plunging in and out of you, because he chuckles in amusement as he rasps against your ear after you choke out an audible moan, “Are you trying to get caught?”

He doesn’t stop though, and your kisses turn into messy, labored pants as your orgasm grows nearer, the pleasure searing inside of you racing toward a white-hot edge. And then his thumb finds purchase on your throbbing, aching, clit, and your pussy spasms as you come hard on his fingers, your limbs trembling with the force of your climax.

Levi kisses you languidly through it, fingers massaging your soaked cunt until you’re gasping from the overstimulation. When he finally pulls away, he adjusts himself in his pants before downing the rest of the bourbon in one sip.

“You’re still a brat,” he mutters, leaning in to swipe at the corner of your mouth with his thumb before sliding out of the booth entirely, eyes fixed on the bar. When he turns back to look at you, there’s a challenge in his eyes as he asks, “How do you feel about rum?”

[sabokunsmalia]

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒; levi ackerman featuring: levi ackerman x thug fem!reader synopsis: you've known levi since his underground days, always by his side and making sure, he feels good before sleeping. content warning: smut, p in v, pet names, choking hi it's malia: no regrets made me do it, just know that.

One leg wrapped tightly around his waist, you allowed him to reach deeper with his harsh thrusts. Tonight, a mission failed because Isabel acted too careless with one of her maneuvers. Instead of bringing back another pile of food, they kept the smallest amount which fit their pockets to save the girl from being captured, and probably murdered.

Among the underground folk, Levi did not trust many people. Trusting the wrong person blindly, could be the easiest death sentence possible. So, Furlan and Isabel enjoyed a close friendship with a talented, young man, who taught them the movements with ODM gear. And then there was you, his most entrusted person, his girlfriend. "Feels so good, Levi," You moaned, almost too loud for th thin walls of the small apartment the group rented.

Face hidden in the crock of your neck, his warm breath fanned along the side of your throat. Puffs of air exhaled against the soft spot underneath your ear, adding another reason to feel like being brought straight to heaven. "Fucking hell, you are so tight," Levi's voice was a mess of raspy tones, the words muttered against your skin inbetween the quiet groans.

But the sweet and adored intimacy did not last long, as Levi pushed his body off yours. A flat hand placed on each side of your head, balancing his weight, he withdraw his hips until only his soft pink tip was left inside your warm cunt.

Corners of the mouth twitched, his lips turning into a satisfied smirk at the sight, you already presented him after such a short time of sex. Oh, how much you loved Levi's kind of genuine smiles. Sadly as the days passed, they vanished more and more from his face. His face was so close but yet so far, as you moved an arm to reach out to him. Slender and soft fingers caressed over his flustered cheek and along the sharp lines of his jaw. "I love you so much,"

You whispered with swollen lips and glossy eyes. The view enough for Levi to feel his dick twitch, and almost making him cum while being halfway inside of you only. The answer you've gotten from him, was a harsh thrust, bullying his entire length inside of you again, without warning. Such words from you released a chained animal inside of him. Eyes, blown-out with lust on both ends, connected in the heated mid-air, as Levi kept on with the relentless pace and deep thrusts, he just started.

Oh, the thief did not know how he deserved such a valuable present. One day, you marched through the underground, beautiful coat wrapped around your slim body while the men around you drooled over your clean appearance. A gang of three tried to jump you that same evening, when Levi and Furlan were around and safely escorted you towards their apartment with the help of ODM gear.

For the first time, you felt safe and a taste of freedom while flying through the air. And since that day, you haven't left Levi's side.

"You take me so good, princess," His words were a simple praise, you have heard more than once by now. But those easy choice of sylabelles had a promising effect on the way your body responded to him. Walls clenching, bottom lip quivering.

It would be insane for anyone from the underground to say that Levi had a sweet or soft side, hidden underneath the cold glare he usually wore. But you knew how much he changed as soon as the door closed. A young adult boy, who simply tried to find his place in this world, and maybe enjoy a second or two of the rebel behavior.

While you expected the unyielding harshness and never faltering speed tonight, after the glare he sent you earlier while entering the apartment, Levi's pace faltered once again. Three to four particular strong ones until he has gotten slower, more sensual. "Look at me," He demanded, leaning on his underarms to be closer to your face. It was one of those moments, where he questioned the world, questioned the future and had to switch his thoughts off.

The best way to do such thing was always to share longing gaze into the beautiful color swirls of your dilated pupils. Enough to keep him in the moment, anchored to the world of reality. But the on-going eye contact weakened your restrains of keeping the control over your orgasm for longer.

Levi memorised in which way his swollen lips had to trail along the span of your prominent collarbones. Following the path of the bone until the soft, unblemished valley between your breasts awaited the sensual kisses of the promised love.

"Shit, you're holding me like a fucking vice," Levi grunted, bathing in the warming grasp of your walls while convincing himself to steadily roll his hips. You haven't given him a signal yet.

Not a scratch of your nails sharp enough to announce your orgasm.

Not the sweet swords tumbling out of your mouth in stutters while the drool escaped the corner and dribbled down the side of your face. But your body offered him the signals he needed. As your breathy screams reached the mellow air stuck in the bedroom, Levi's grunts became slightly louder.

"You're so fuck," He could not finish his compliment, the way you tightened deliciously around his length blew the air out of his lungs in a deep groan. Soft pillow grabbed between his slender fingers, Levi felt how your core milked him without wasting a second. Hips rolling against each other, his somewhat stronger than yours as the ecstasy aftermath vibrated through his spent body.

"So fucking pretty," He muttered between the heavy breaths. Lids closed, the strands of black hair which loosely hung across his eyes, were glued to his sweaty forehead. Panting filled the calmness of the bedroom, the aftermath settling in as Levi offered you a small, but satisfied, smile.

[the-milk-anon]

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works by gee 💙 @levmada

fluff

canon!levi | being a father figure for the 104th’s

canon!levi | saying “i love you” for the first time

canon!levi | reader has trouble sleeping

canon!levi | he returns from a mission

asexual!levi | his relationship with an asexual male!reader

modern!levi | him dealing with reader’s fears

levi | making him breakfast in bed

levi | cooking for reader

angst

canon!levi | surviving a freezing night in the underground

hurt/comfort

postwar!levi | re-building his self-worth

canon!levi | having a breakdown

smut

canon!levi | soft sex with injured!levi (postwar)

canon!levi | first time with male!reader

canon!levi | rough sex after calling him cute

sub!levi | edging him

sub!levi | fucking him into subspace

sub!levi | giving male!reader head for the first time

kitty!levi | lactation kink

kitty!levi | building a nest while in heat

kitty!levi | giving him a collar + levi wearing lingerie

kitty!levi | he gets jealous

kitty!levi | breeding with male!reader

kitty!levi | feeling guilty during his heat

kitty!levi | dealing with his heat

omegaverse!levi | breeding

virgin!levi | taking his virginity

virgin!levi | giving him head

trans!levi | ftm!levi being body worshipped

trans!levi | sfw and nsfw headcanons for ftm!levi

trans!levi | taking ftm!levi’s virginity

trans!levi | winter cuddles with ftm!levi

trans!levi | giving ftm!levi head

levi | riding him

levi | cum eating

multiple parts

merman!levi | canal (five chapters)

trans!levi | canon world ftm!levi headcanons (part 1)

trans!levi | canon world ftm!levi headcanons (part 2)

trans!levi | canon world ftm!levi headcanons (part 3)

modern!levi | period sex (part 1)

modern!levi | period sex (part 2)

modern!levi | period sex (part 3)

levi x furlan

levifar | bathing together

levifar | having their first time together (part 1)

levifar | continuation with bottom!levi (part 2)

levi x erwin

eruri | trans!levi and erwin are stargazing

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