#gosh I love Levi

[naammiii]

LEVI ACKERMAN FIC RECS // mdni!

no funny business - @/wellitcouldbeworse (ao3)

seven minutes - @/chosos-mascara

reminders - @/romantichomicide95

garden of tulips - @/lune_hime (ao3, SO AMAZING)

drunk - @/roseloon (multi)

liar liar - @/roseloon

come back to bed - @/cheriecoke

sliver of the underground - @/amywritesthings

clean up - @/angelltheninth

reserved - @/lucysarah-c

no nut november - @/jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd (multi)

welcome home - @/flametrashira

safe haven - @/cheriecoke

blind date - @/nyehfully-yours

face riding - @/h0neylevi

dinner reservations - @/jlle-marie

headcanons - @/eli0004

marking - @/nyehfully-yours

misses his wife - @/wintrrxxo

tough day - @/jlle-marie

freshly showered - @/scarlettxnoah

press four for more options - @/amywritesthings

mistletoe - @/romantichomicide95

soft morning sex - @/jlle-marie

I DONT OWN ANY OF THESE FICS!! // CREDS TO THE WRITERS!! <3

[lcs-scar]

Alienify your pete

[storiesofaot]

There's something about Levi and Hange that just makes them "work" in pretty much every AU scenario. I think there's not a single setting - at least none I can think of right now - in which I couldn't picture Levihan. And that has never happened to me with any other ship.

[fussywask]

*Sobs in ace fan*

[sincericida]

SHAWN LEVY, ANDREW GARFIELD, KAIA GERBER and LAURA DERN

chat at the 2024 LACMA Art+Film Gala.

(X)

[chaotic-on-main]

HighschoolAU - nerd!Levi/loner!Levi headcanons

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fluff

He walks around with ttrpg books that he knows front and back

People ignore him because they think he’s rude and weird

You’re the new kid and are automatically drawn to Hange’s loud nature and become fast best friends with them

You both share a homeroom with Levi

Levi sits in the back of the classroom with his head in a book at all times, mostly different modules, manuals, and guides

You find it odd that no one ever hangs around him

You ask Hange why and they just shrug their shoulders telling you he was callous

He’s only ever kept to himself but he was never mean to you

One day you peak over to see him working on a character sheet for D&D specifically

“Whatcha working on?” you ask as you lean over into his space

He’s visibly uncomfortable obviously

Levi’s eyes narrow at you before mumbling something about d&d

You’ve never heard about it before, so you ask him

He turns away and doesn’t say anything to you and the bell rings

The next day you see him doing the same thing so you ask him again

It takes a few days of asking but finally he eyes you suspiciously and when you don’t say anything or leave he slowly starts opening up about it

He talks about it until the bell rings, by then his face and eyes are lit up like Christmas lights

The day after that you ask him about it again and the same thing happens, he talks about it in depth about his favorite classes and monsters and what kind of weapons he finds are the best

This continues for a week or so

Even Hange has joined in the conversation much to his disdain but you can tell he secretly enjoys it

“Really, four eyes?”

You both start eating lunch with him and you find out he has a thing for videogames and weirdly enough, cleaning

One Friday afternoon after classes about a month later, the three of you are about to part ways but he is visibly distressed and fidgeting with the strap of his messenger bag

“Levi what’s wrong?”

“I wondered if you’d be interested in starting a campaign with me?”

His cheeks are flushed and he’s so not enjoying this moment right now

You say yes so fast that it doesn’t register to him right away

He doesn’t give it away but he’s extremely happy

He attempts to DM once and finds out he hates it

Hange ends up being the DM and loves it (they get pretty sadistic with the monsters they choose)(also their tactical brain? It’s perfect)

Hange and Levi become closer because they borrow his books so they can read up so they know what they're doing

Levi plays a fighter with a samurai subclass

Eventually Hange’s other friends (Erwin, Miche, Nanaba, Moblit, Onyankopon, etc) get wind of this and want to join too because of Hange’s antics makes the game so much more fun

You sit next to Levi every other week when you meet up at Hange’s house

Levi won’t say it but he’s amazed at how full his life has become because of you taking time to talk to him

“Are you okay Levi?” You whisper to him while Hange’s setting up a battlemap with a dragon (literally what the fuck Hange)

“Yeah, I think I am.” He whispers back as he stares at you with a small smile.

☾ AN: Okay listen I'm going to finish March soon I promise but I was going feral at the prospect of Levi playing a ttrpg and I wanted to actually write a fic for it but I settled for an HC instead DON'T @ ME. I love nerd Levi and I WILL be revisiting this at a later date k thanks love y'all bye

[mikatsuobushi]

[queenoftheboard]

I will be slightly adjusting my headcanon post on Eirene's likely canon connections to include Levy there given the fact they're both wealthy business owners from Eastside, but I'm here again to rant about Levy and the details that make him so damn interesting to write opposite Eirene.

Despite the obvious connections, they have somewhat different approaches to how they go about in life. Eirene projects herself the way she wants to be perceived - an upstanding, law-abiding citizen with nothing but DisCity's best interests at heart and a paragon of those who believe in self-made success through hard work (even if in private she doesn't see people as anything more than pawns on her chess board - at least in principle).

Levy, on the other hand, is ridiculously adaptable - he will take on whatever role you expect him to have and perform it with such commitment that he will get defenses dropped and achieve his objectives with less resistance. Instead of pawns (or partners), Levy goes to the trouble of befriending others and using sympathy as his primary weapon instead of the arrogance that Eirene displays.

They have also gone through horrifying things at the hands of their families - in Eirene's case it is detailed in her interrogation while in Levy's it is more subtly alluded, and they have both acted to take revenge (arguably using their sinner abilities) in their own ways. While Eirene's case it led her to become someone obsessed with control and scheming and needing to be in charge of every single detail of her life, with Levy it blossomed into some nihilistic tendency and a rather cynical view of the world that could be almost labeled as 'cruel'.

And yet - in their own dark, distorted ways, they are capable of mercy; Eirene never killed her father (despite being able to); Levy offers his nephew absolute freedom in a soul-crushing way, but something he potentially wished for himself when he was younger and was not in a position to get it.

They're very different in how they operate (and I stand by my original point where Levy infuriates and bothers Eirene immensely given his dramatics and flamboyant persona and how unprofessionally he behaves) but deep down they have shared themes - money is either a weapon or their armor; people are just not to be trusted by default and what matters is how you control them for your ends (Eirene) or how they amuse you (Levy). At the end of the day - they're incredibly lonely, too, but will likely never admit that to themselves.

[venuscrashed]

I love the idea that MC can just bring their human logic into any situation especially with demons (obviously), like the blankets protecting them and stuff. So here’s some of the head cannons I have.

Mammon is the one to believe it the most with beel being the most supportive. You cannot tell me he’d scream and be paranoid once you tell him he can’t have his feet on the floor, during a horror movie otherwise he’ll get kidnapped.

Beel would be confused but supportive. “But demons aren’t like that.” He would turn off the lights for you so you don’t have to run upstairs or to you room. Just stands there like 🧍‍♂️and wait.

Levi knew about all this before hand with all the human movies he had watched. Would even go along with it to mess with Mammon. “Of course that’s true. Gosh, Stupid Mammon”

Satan doesn’t believe it but indulges it. Half because he finds it amusing and the other half because it annoys his brothers, especially Lucifer. “Why do you need all those blankets? Protection against demons? Haha, okay here’s more”

Belphie is done with it but still laughs. “Obviously that’s not true” but still is amused when his brothers are so confused and annoyed. Would even try to scare you. Would be behind you when the lights turn off, acting like the demon in the dark….wait

Asmo uses the logic in his posts. Takes a picture with you and captions it something like “feet off floor; no demons coming after us tonight” Would also indulge in it. “Lucifer aren’t you afraid the monster in the closet. Wait! Please look”

Lucifer is so done with your shenanigans. “No MC, there are no demons in your closet. Yes, I checked.” “No MC, no monsters will pull you during the movie” No MC, stop running after turning off the light.” “MC!!!!-“

Diavolo is so fascinated. Like “this is human logic” with stars in his eyes. Even laughs at it and apply it to everyday activities. “Yes, I know no demon will come after me but it’s safe to be safe” Tells it to important officials “my human came up with it. Isn’t it amazing.”

Simeon would quietly laugh. “You are quite the character” will use it in his story’s and all. Would absolutely oblige and humor you. Even brings extra blankets and maybe offer to be with you- has also offered to protect you from demons

Luke absolutely believes it. Protects you from any and every demon so you feel safe. Runs with you after turning off the lights. But never watched horror movies with you, he can’t take that. Has Simeon check his closet before going to bed now.

Soloman absolutely knows about these-maybe even started them. Would use them as a chance to flirt. “I can hold your hand while we run” puts more ideas into your head subtly. Does that laugh whenever the others don’t get it.

Barbatos just laughs and chuckles every time. Also a little bit hurt but knows it’s all for fun. “It hurts my heart that you think about us demons that way. May I change that?” Would tell story’s about scary demons he has met to indulge with your antics. “I once knew a demon who his in kids closet. He’s not doing the best now”

[eternallyei]

fluff, men x reader

Men who are unable to sleep without you. Either because they’re far for work, because you’re gone for girls night or because you got into an argument and one of you is sleeping on the couch.

When he’s far for work and has to sleep in a hotel room, or anywhere that’s not Home. He can’t find the peace to fall into the depth of dreams because wherever he turns you’re not laying next to him. Nothing is like his sweet little home.

Your sweet face asleep is all that he needs for his tiredness to actually knock him. He can’t, he just can’t. He can’t smell your delicate scent on the sheets, nor feel your skin on his while he hugs you so tight like a child who holds a plushie for comfort.

It’s just not it. Images of you sleeping in solitude in the king sized bed is aching his heart to have you flushed in his embrace. Gosh he misses you. The bed feels so empty.

He turns right and left, eventually landing on his back, staring at the dark ceiling. It’s so quiet.. too quiet. Can’t even hear your soothing sleepy breathing, nor feel your warmth next to him.

“fuck..”

Even his hands could not help him fall asleep, they don’t feel like you either. He quickly grabs his phone, searching for relief by looking at videos and pictures of you, staring at your pretty eyes and your smile.. that he adores. He smiles unconsciously, sighing when reality hits him again.

He drops his phone next to him, inhaling and exhaling when breathing felt like a burden all of a sudden, air heavy over his chest when the lightness of his gentle feather isn’t out of reach.

He finally closes his eyes, imagining your hand in his, or your breath over his bare chest when you sleep close to his heart. He turns to his side, squeezing a pillow between his arms.

It might not be you but at least it makes his heart feel less alone in this large bed, his imagination not effective enough to turn the feeling into your figure but it does the job.

Suddenly he jumps, his phone buzzing, it’s you. Relieving his heart just enough when you send him a good night message.

“can’t sleep without me either, darling ?”

He chuckles to himself, quick to call you, maybe at least your voice will help him fall asleep. If not, a part of you is with him and that’s good enough for him to find peace through passing out for the night.

— CHOSO nanami könig NEUVILLETTE artem levi GEPARD luocha sylus —

— AND YOUR FAVS ♡

sometimes the idea is good but putting it into details is hard, isn’t it ? (btw i wanted to add luocha cause i love this man sm)

whatever.. likes, rb and comments are appreciated~ i sincerely hope you liked it, thank you lovelies ♡

@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.

[hanjisungslag]

attack on titan headcanons #12

synopsis: saying i love you for the first time ♡

characters involved: eren, mikasa, armin, sasha, connie, jean, reiner, annie, bertolt, levi, erwin & hange

notes: i bought a new jeans album for the first time & i got 5 photo cards?! (i got haerin btw)

☆ eren jaeger - he said it first

oh he always knew, he just refused to admit it. even if he admitted he liked you and maybe you even started dating, which is great and all but LOVING you was a different story. he didn’t know what’d he do if he lost you. however, it’s you. he couldn’t keep it locked away for that long! he spilled the beans in the midst of a conversation and you, of course, said it back.

“so, yeah! i was just sitting there though, i didn’t do anything.”

“y/n?”

“yeah…?”

“i love you”

your jaw dropped to the floor and you stuttered trying to get your words out “i-i love you too, eren! oh my god.”

☆ mikasa ackerman - you said it first

she already told you in a million other ways minus using her words. you knew, she knew, everyone knew!! she would rather show her love through her actions or even a hand squeeze here and there - you needed to be the one to actually say it.

you walked into your room to find mikasa folding your clothes “mikasa, you don’t need to do that for me!”

“but, i want to” she smiled at you

“aww, well thank you.” you gave her a kiss on the cheek “i love you.”

☆ armin arlert - he said it first

oh my gosh, you were so close to telling him until he blurted it out! he knew he loved you but he wanted to wait a while, he felt like he was maybe moving too fast and then he said it and then it was like omg i didn’t mean to, this is really awkward— but, you reassured him that you felt the exact same 🤍

“i love you!” armin suddenly blurted out

“i-i mean… sorry, that was probably too soon. this is going to be awkward now isn’t it? god, i’m sorry, if you want to leave i understand-”

you placed a finger over his lips and giggled “armin, i feel the exact same way. i promise. i was even gonna say it first but you beat me to it!!”

☆ jean kirsten - he said it first

he was sooo nervy! he’s such a romantic boy deep down and he was never quite sure if it was like or if it had turned to love yet until it hit him one day. you guys were just going about your usual day but for some reason, you were even more captivating that day - in the way you walked, the way you talked, something about you just made jean MELT. that’s when he knew :’).

jean was mesmerised by you today, he was non-stop staring even when you were talking to other people. you strutted your way over to your boyfriend

“well, hello” he said

you giggled “what’s up with you today?”

“just… i love my partner.”

your eyes widened and jean giggled “l-love…? well, me too! of course, i love you!”

☆ connie springer - you said it first

he was so confused and scared about these big feelings. he didn’t wanna ruin anything for him nor you and just gahhh! he felt so silly asking anyone about it as well because when you love someone, surely you know? and he did know. he was just scared. you specifically told him on a date, you guys watched the stars and you confessed. he was so relieved to hear those words and his worries suddenly went away, as well.

the air was just crisp enough and the stars were looking particularly shiny that night so what better time to confess your love for your boyfriend than right now!

“that cloud looks like booty cheeks”

you laugh “wow connie, you’re so romantic.”

“sorry” he giggled

“but that’s what i like about you. no, it’s what i love about you. i love you, connie”

“y-you do?” he sat up “oh my god, y/n! i love you too!”

☆ sasha braus - she said it first

honestly, sasha is not the type of girl to let the world that you guys live in get here down! she’d rather live her life to the fullest with friends, family, food and now, you. on a random thursday, she just felt like saying that she loved you. so, she did.

“y/n, i have something to confess.”

you stopped whatever you were up to “okay… is it bad?” you asked nervously

“oh god, no!” sasha reassured you “i just wanted to say… i love you!” she opened her arms wide

you ran to embrace her immediately “sasha! where did this come from? i mean- i love you too.”

☆ reiner braun - he said it

he knew. oh, he knew BIG TIME. but obviously, he had his whole back and forth situation with being a solider vs being a warrior… and the other two, bertolt and annie, had to remind him why they were there. he was also thinking, how the flip did he not only get a partner when they’re the devil but now he’s fallen IN LOVE? he tried his very best to contain his feelings but he couldn’t one day because when you were talking, your eyes looked too pretty and he just said it.

“then me and her got chased allll through town!” you were telling reiner a story, you laughed at your old antics and your eyes were sparkling.

reiner couldn’t hold it in anymore, he laughed and said “god, i love you.”

☆ bertolt hoover - you said it

he was sooo happy and so mushy about you when he realised but he got his booty whipped back into warrior mode and then he had the same reaction as reiner. like what has he actually gotten himself into. he really really tried to bottle it up and he did, but then you confessed. honestly, bro forgot he was from marley for a solid 6 months, he was on such a high.

“so what did you want to talk about, y/n..?” bertolt asked, clearly nervous

“i just wanted to say…” you couldn’t help but smile and finally say “i love you!”

bertolt began to tear up and all he could do was embrace you “you do? you really do? of course, i do too. i love you, a lot actually.”

☆ annie leonhart - you said it

she bottled that shit TF UP! she, unlike the two dull boys she came with, recognised that she loved you but knew she had a job to do, unfortunately. if it was up to her, she’d drag you back to marley and live happily ever after with you (and her dad, ofc). but, of course, you said it. she was obviously estatic but also like, ffs why would you say that😭. made her life A LOT happier but also a bit more difficult…

“annie, i love you.” you said with a rather nervous look on your face, you weren’t sure she would say it back but you couldn’t hold it back any longer.

she stared at you, blankly for a while until she burst into a wide smile and she scoffed “y/n. i love you too.”

you guys hugged and little did you know, annie’s smile quickly faded as reality hit her. what was she meant to do now?

☆ levi ackerman - you said it first

so incredibly terrified. he felt his feelings for you growing stronger everyday but in turn, so did his urge to breakup with you BUT, that was purely because he wanted you to be safe. everyone he has ever loved had died and nothing could prepare him for the pain like you dying would cause. in the end, you did confess to him one day. he wept, he wept and he wept in your arms. just knowing someone loved him enough to admit it, brought him to tears. the fact that you loved him! and he loved you!! but also, there was still that horribly worrying thought in the back of his mind, but he will leave it in the back of his mind for this moment.

“i love you.” three words levi always wanted to hear but made him so scared. he fell into your arms and cried, between his cries he managed to sniffle out;

“i love you too, y/n.”

☆ erwin smith - both admitted it

you guys are just like, spiritually connected. you decided on the same day to confess that you loved each other, it was such a memorable moment for the both of you. it was on your annual date night that you guys had every fortnight and erwin chose to tell you he loved you this day because he likes to be a bit extra for you ;).

erwin grabbed your hands “y/n…”

“erwin…” you replied, “i have something to tell you” he confessed

“so do i…” you both looked at each other, confused “say it on three?” you suggested and erwin nodded. you both counted and said

“i love you!” this caused you both to burst out into laughter, what a coincidence.

☆ hange zoë - they said it first

genuinely almost proposed to you😭. hange takes you and being in love with you, very seriously. it’s like a full time job for them - but in a good way, duh. they wanted to make it fun and special, though.

you and hange were the only ones left out on the training grounds which, of course meant, you had to play tag. you both chased and ran, and did a lot of laughing until you both fell from exhaustion.

as you both caught your breath, hange wrote something in the ground - “i love you, y/n.”

you looked at them and they had this wide smile… they proceeded to say “i love you, y/n!” you smiled back at them and of course said “i love you too, hange!” you both laughed.

hange then proceeded to jump on you and scream “NOW LETS GET MARRIEDDD”

[koolades-world]

Hello I like your writing :)

Can I pls request demon bros with a v affectionate but v touch starved MC,, like they’re always offering the bros hugs and holding their hand and casually telling them all I love you and stuff, but the first time one of them gave MC a hug (not just accepting a hug that MC gives them, actually giving one to MC) they just kinda,, melt, cling desperately and cry a bit… maybe ask them not to let go yet

Knowing the bros it prob would have been Beel, Mammon, or maybe Asmo to offer that first hug, but how do you think all 7 would respond to that (if you want to write all 7 of course, no pressure obv)?

Specifically, responding to being the first one to give MC a hug, and MC not reacting casual and chill as he would have expected (given how touchy with everyone MC is normally), but instead them getting so emotional about it and not wanting to be released, because they absolutely thrive on physical affection and they love hugs, but no one holds them—and they needed to be held so bad

(Sorry if this is too specific)

hey! :)

hello former anon haha, saw your name in my inbox twice and thought I was going nuts but no! you just made a request in like mid januaryish and I'm only just now getting there lol

sorry about no post yesterday and that this one is a little late. yesterday was my friend's birthday and today is super bowl sunday lol

yeah of course I can write this! please enjoy!

Affectionate but touch starved Mc

Lucifer

his office is always open for you so at some point you just wandered in and he found himself in a hug from behind

when he reached his arms up to try to half hug you back, you almost tumble over the back of his chair

you're basically in his lap daily after that for your hug while he's doing paperwork

he's also kind of touch starved too so he never objectes

Mammon

I think he would be the first to offer a hug in his own roundabout way, or by just opening his arms to you

he’s not expecting your reaction but it melts his heart so he doesn’t want to let go

so the two of you just… stand there for the next fifteen or so minutes

after that he’s sweeter and more touchy with you

Levi

only offers the hug once you're close and something big just happened

he's very unsure about how to feel since he's also very touch starved

he doesn't want to let go either honestly

after this, he tries his best to offer you hugs more often but he just needs to work up the courage every time

Satan

he's super big on hand holding so eventually he's bound to twirl you into a hug eventually

the first time you do hug is when he pulls you out of the way to avoid getting runover by a crowd

he was not expecting you to hug him so tightly and how you didn't let go after the crowd was gone

now, he often invites you for hugs while he's reading or studying

Asmo

the type to spin you around while you hug

gosh such a hugger! loves physical touch so you're in luck

his arms are always around your shoulder with a hug from behind or from the side, or he's gripping your arm

let him know you love and want it, and he will provide and snuggle you every night

Beel

there’s always room for you in his heart and arms

if you randomly come up to him and just lean on him, he’ll scoop you up and continue what he’s doing

if you want you can koala hug him and he’ll carry you around so you can get all your hugging in

of course, he makes sure to shower you with attention you deserve once he’s finished with what he’s doing

Belphie

he actually started hugging you in his sleep

when he woke up, you were basically in tears and holding him in the death grip

he hugs you before he goes to sleep now too

you always share the same blanket and if he can't be there for whatever reason, he leaves you the blanket so you can burrito yourself in it

[cheriladycl01]

Why are you an Uber Driver? - Liam Lawson x Teammate! Reader

Plot: Liam Lawson finally gets a seat in F1 signing with Audi Formula Racing in 2026 along with you the fiery new rookie, when you get a sponsor with Uber and have to shoot promos what happens?

A/N: I have taken some of these moments from Darren Levy, some of them are just random crap i've thought off! This is supposed to be short and silly and feel like your almost watching the video or like watching a tiktok compellation!

Credit to umflowers for the GIF

In a YouTube Video:

"Hey guys so today Liam and I are here with Audi and we are happy to announce one of our new sponsors is Uber!" you say looking at the camera a massive smile on your face.

"Today we are partnered with Uber to get you guys to your destinations" Liam adds swinging an arm around your shoulder.

"We've kindly been gifted an Audi RS E-tron GT to use as our Uber car. Its one of the fastest models in Audi and all electric its a beauty" you explain as you walk over to the car with Liam following behind you.

"Black car" Liam says pointing to the car jokingly after your detailed explanation.

"Whose driving first! Me or you?" you ask turning to him.

"Mmmm definitely you" he says before running round to the passenger side of the car and hopping in.

"Okay, so Audi have been very kind an set up a profile for us called Li/N (Liam and your name mixed) and used this awesome picture of Y/N and I" he says showing off the Uber profile that was on the phone.

"Okay, lets pick up our first person" you smile working out how to accept a ride.

"Bobby Knight, we are coming from you!" Y/N giggles excitedly pulling out the large overhead carpark they were in. She had one hand on the wheel and one hand on the gear stick. She follows the directions and eventually pulls into a quiet side street.

"Hello, for Bobby?" the man asks getting into the car flinging his briefcase the the other seat of the car.

"Oh i thought the guy was the driver. I guess you do it together ... cute" he says briefly looking up from his work phone. You took it a little slower just testing the waters, making sure before you pulled out that you knew where the destination was.

"Look, I'm going to a business meeting. Can you just make this a quick job" he sighs looking over at you. Before he can blink, your driving the car how it was built for, obviously safely and within the speed limits but still driving quicker than most Uber's would.

"Jheezus, you can drive" he says laughing a little making a chuckle come from Liam beside you.

"I mean, its my career. You'd expect me to be" she says smugly knowing that if he wasn't a fan he wouldn't actually know what she was going on about.

"Here you go sir" you say pulling up outside the building you requested and he thanked you before hopping out quickly.

"Okay lets switch" you say before it cuts to you and Liam in the opposite places in the car.

"Okay next ride we are picking up Abbey" Liam says having accepted another ride. He quickly drives there while you mess about with the radio finally connecting your phone to the Car Play. Ladbroke Grove by AJ Tracey started playing and you and Liam both started rapping and you drove through the busy streets with the window rolled down.

"Hey babes, got some mates with me yeah? Going to the Xidao Bar?" she says as she comes up to the window the was rolled down. Her and the two mates clamber into the back all squishing in.

"I love you dress, looking like fire girl" you say swinging round looking over the brunette in the middle. She blushed lightly, thanking you before both her friends start to tease her in the back.

"So you girls got a good night ahead?" you ask looking at them in the rear view mirror.

"Yeah, going pub crawling!" the blonde exclaims before whipping out a mirror and lipstick.

"Oh my gosh" the brunette in the middle exclaims her head shooting up.

"You guys are F1 drivers right?" she says looking at the both of them.

"You drive for Audi"

"Yeah!" you laugh. She asks for a picture and you offer her one once you pull up to the club, she gives you a hug and leaves with her equally confused friends.

"Switch"

"Oh my lord and jheez is that two people shaking up in that car? In the middle of the day?" Liam exclaims looking out the drivers side window, past your concentrated head. You look onwards to see what he is exactly looking at.

"Holy shit my eyes!" you cry looking at the intrusion.

"Damn that wild, he is going at it" Liam observes making you slap your hand over his eyes.

"Don't look Liam!"

"It's the middle of the god damn day Y/N its hard to miss"

"No awareness of their surroundings at all" you complain laughing along with Liam.

You reverse out the space, putting your arm round the back of Liam's seat turning the steering wheel with one hand.

"Oh for fuck sake that's going to be in one of your edits, all over tik-tok" he laughs, looking at the position you were in currently driving.

"Okay we have another ride"

"Corey?"

"This is far too nice to be an Uber car" he says getting in the back carefully as you look at the destination which was a 12 minute ride away.

"Yeah, its a company car mate, wish she was mine" you offer, while keeping your eyes on the road.

"Y/N you don't need a company car you're rich, you have an R8 and a vintage Audi at home" Liam laughs before the guys gives you both a strange look.

"Oh my god, your both F1 drivers!" he exclaims.

"That we are sir" you beam looking in the rearview at him.

"Nice race in Spain by the way!" he smiles.

"Thanks! We are both very excited!" you exclaim happy that you were having a conversation with a fan.

"So why are you guys Uber driving?" he asks.

"Well, we have a sponsor with Uber and we thought this would be a funny promo video!"

"That's pretty cool, I'll actually be in Silverstone actually" he says showing Liam his tickets.

"Ohhh, well on behalf of Audi, ill get you a paddock pass for being a 5 star customer today!" you offer and he gasps in shock.

"Thank you so much!" he exclaims before you hand him contact details for where he can get his pass from on the day of the race.

"Your welcome have a nice day" he exclaims and before you know it you and Liam have switched again and he's back to driving.

"I'm getting kind of hungry, Maccas drive through on the company card?" Liam grins cheekily making you nod vigorously. You were starving having not eaten since the morning and it was now rounding late afternoon.

You pull up to the drive threw and the voice sounds out.

"Hello, what can i get for you today" the bored yet youthful voice says behind the order board.

"Hi so I'm going to get a Medium Bic Mac meal, with chips and ermmmm I'll get a coke" he advises before looking at you. You just shove your phone in his face, asking him to say it for you.

"Anything else?"

"Yeah, erm A Garlic Mayo Wrap meal with Carrot sticks? Carrot sticks really? Who the fuck goes to a McDonalds and gets Carrot Sticks, erm and an Oasis please" Liam finishes shaking his head at you in disagreement.

"Anything else"

"Yeah a medium chips and a nugget sharebox" he informs and you look at him in shock, he just shrugs his shoulder pulling forward to the next window.

"What I'm hungry, the nuggets are to share and the chips are for you" he smiles.

You both make a little tray in the middle of the car so you can eat without being messy.

"So, on a scale of one-ten how strict are you parents" you ask after biting into your wrap and chewing the contents.

"Hmmm, well my parents have always been pretty chill! They push me when it comes to racing but other than that they are supportive but in a good way" he smiles.

"So answer the question" you comment looking at him with an 'are you fr?' attitude.

"Oh so like a two, no really that strict at all"

"What's been the best meal of you life"

"This right here with you" he smiles genuinely and you cant be sure if the cameras pick up the light blush that is grazing across your cheeks.

"This crappy McDonalds, in an expensive Audi is your best meal?" you tease back, taking a sip of your drink.

"Mmmhhh" he mumbles smiling.

"Okay, what about your favorite place in the world?"

"See this one is hard, because I move around so much as a driver. You know for most of the year I'm going from country to country driving in one of the most competitive sports. New Zealand has a special place in my heart, but at the same time England has become extremely special to me" he smiles again.

You guys finish up the food, and you end on a group of fan boys who all asked to get pictures with the both of you and the car. Liam drove down the motorway and they were all squealing like little girls by the time you dropped them outside of Stamford Bridge Stadium.

"Enjoy the match boys" you shout.

"Have you ever been to a English Premier League game? We should go. I know Mason Mount, he could get us in" you wiggle your eyebrows.

And that's how you and Liam Lawson ending up watching a Chelsea FC match very very last minute.

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[ackx-rman]

tea and you. levi ackerman

pt. III

pt. II

Warnings: ANGST, BLOOD, DEATH, smut, unprotected sex, swearing, graphic scenes, idiots in love

a year ago

levi set his cup of black tea on the polished table, the clink of the porcelain echoing softly in the otherwise quiet room. one spoonful of sugar, precisely measured, disappeared in the dark liquid, just the way you preferred it. he settled into his usual seat across from you, the late afternoon sun filtering through the window, casting long, dusty beams across the worn wooden floorboards. the light caught the fine lines around his eyes, a testament to years spent under harsh skies and in the face of constant danger. 

this daily ritual had become a sanctuary, a fragile bubble of normalcy in their lives. you had initiated it weeks ago, a casual invitation for tea after a particularly grueling mission. it had started as a simple gesture of companionship, but it had quickly evolved into something more. now, the mess hall felt empty if you weren’t there waiting, and he found himself unconsciously yearning back from patrol, anticipating this quiet moment. 

as he sipped his tea, his gaze, observant as always, drifted to the small, crescent-shaped scar that arched over your left eyebrow. it was barely noticeable, almost hidden by a strand of hair, but it held a story, a silent testament to a past he knew little about. 

it was the first thing he’d noticed about you when you two both met- a small imperfection that somehow amplified your otherwise striking features. your beauty was undeniable, but that scar…intrigued him. he’d been meaning to ask about it for days, the question lingering on the tip of his tongue. scars were a part of a person, a map of their experiences, and he was inexplicably drawn to understanding the story behind this one. 

“gosh, today really drained me,” you sighed, sinking into your chair with a weary slump. you rubbed your temples, a faint smudge of dirt still on your cheekbone

he offered a small, almost imperceptible quirk of his lips, handing you the steaming cup of tea. the delicate floral scent of the brew filled the air. “i’d say it’s an everyday occurrence that you get drained,” he teased

“well, yeah, but today was even worse than most. and connie…,” you grimaced, “connie’s stomach decided to stage a full-blown rebellion after whatever he’d eaten. he was throwing up all over the place during patrol. it was absolutely disgusting.” you shuttered at the memory. 

levi’s expression shifted to one of mild disgust. he pinched the bridge of his nose, a sigh escaping his lips. “of course, he had to ruin your shift with his…digestive issues,” he muttered, taking another sip of his tea, as if trying to cleanse his palate of the imagined unpleasantness. he set his cup down with a soft thud. “honestly, sometimes i wonder how that idiot even manages to dress himself”

you giggled, “i’m not saying it’s his fault,” you clarified, “but you know how much i hate seeing someone throw up” you made a face, your nose wrinkling in disgust. 

he could see the genuine disgust etched on your face, a subtle shudder rippling through you at the memory. he held back a smile. “right, you’ve got a weak stomach when it comes to that kind of thing. i remember the first time a new recruit lost his lunch in front of you just because he met you. i honestly thought you’d be the next one joining him” he chuckled

“how could you possibly remember that?” you exclaimed, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement in your voice. “oh my god, that was absolutely mortifying,” you laughed, a hand flying to your mouth as you cringed at the memory. “i nearly fainted. hange was practically bouncing with excitement, though. it was…a unique experience.” 

thirty minutes drifted by in comfortable silence, punctuated only by the clinking of teacups and the distant sounds of the barracks. levi found his gaze drawn repeatedly to your eyebrow, his attention fixated on the small, pale scar. 

“is something wrong? do i have something on my face?” you asked, a hint of genuine concern flickering your eyes. you reached up a hand, instinctively touching your cheek. 

“oh, nothing. it’s just.. i’ve been meaning to ask about your little scar there,” he said, his eyes following the delicate curve of the scar. 

your expression shifted, you touched the scar with the tip of your finger, an unconscious gesture. “hm, this scar? uhm, it's nothing, really,” you replied, your voice a touch strained, the easygoing tone from moments before replaced by a hint of reserve. 

he could sense your hesitation. it was as if a curtain had been drawn, veiling a part of you he hadn’t seen before. but his curiosity piqued. 

“it’s clearly not ‘nothing’,” he insisted gently, setting his now-empty teacup on the table with a soft click. “it’s a scar. scars usually have a story behind them, don’t they?”

you hesitated for a moment, toying with the handle of your teacup, your eyes fixed on the swirling patterns in the porcelain. 

“well, back home, i didn’t exactly have the…’ideal’ family situation, you could say,” you replied 

he leaned forward vaguely, his interest now fully engaged. you’d never spoken about your family before, and the sudden vulnerability in your voice drew him in. 

“care to elaborate? or is this a sensitive topic?” he wanted to know, but he didn’t want to push you if it was something you weren’t ready to share. 

you sighed, the delicate porcelain felt cool against your skin. 

“back home…” you began, your voice low and steady, a controlled anger simmering beneath the surface. “my father abandoned my mother, my little brother and me, my brother was only two, and i was just eight. he was constantly traveling between wall maria and wall rose, going back and forth to the city to work. sometimes, he’d be gone for days, even weeks. then, one day, he returned home and told my mother, so casually, that he’d fallen in love with another woman. he was going to start a new family,” your jaw tightened, a hard edge creeping into your voice. 

you took a slow, deliberate breath, as if trying to contain the fury that threatened to erupt. “desperate, my mother…she married another man. a cruel, abusive drunkard, but he had money,” your hands tightened around the teacup, your knuckles whitening. the grip looked painful, but you didn’t seem to notice. “he…he would often beat us,” your voice was flat, devoid of emotion, but the underlying anger was more than palpable. “once,” you said, your eyes hardening, “once, when i wasn’t home, he struck my brother so violently that…he killed him.” the words were delivered like a punch, sharp and brutal. 

you stared straight ahead, your gaze fixed on some distant pont, as if relieving the scene in your mind. “when i returned from work, i found my mother cradling my brother’s lifeless body. she was…broken.”  a bitter, humorless smile twisted your lips. “the man…he’d gone out to drink, as usual.” your voice dripped with disdain. “in a fit of rage, i picked up a knife. i went to confront him.” your eyes flickered down to your hands, clenching and unclenching into fists. “when he saw me, knife in hand, he knew what i was capable of, he grabbed a chair and threw it. it landed here.” you touched the scar on your eyebrow, the gesture more defiant than sorrowful. “my mother, already shattered by the loss of her son, couldn’t bear it. she died soon after.” you finally met levi’s gaze, your eyes cold and hard. “i was left alone. so i joined the survey corps” 

levi was taken aback. he’d expected sadness, perhaps grief, but not this raw, controlled anger. it radiated from you like heat, a palpable force in the room. he saw the pain, of course, but it was overshadowed by a burning resentment, a deep-seated rage that seemed to fuel you. he was silent, absorbing the weight of your words, the intensity of your emotions. he recognized that kind of anger, the kind that came from deep loss and injustice. it was a familiar companion

how could someone so vibrant, full of life, have endured unimaginable hardship?

“you don’t have to say anything,” you said now softly, an almost resigned smile gracing your lips. “i’m not here for pity. though,” you added, a faint glimmer of your usual spirit returning, “i don’t think you’d offer it anyway.” 

he returned her sad smile, shaking his head. 

“pity? i wouldn’t pity anyone. just…surprised,” he admitted, his voice thoughtful. “it made you the strong soldier you are now. the strongest woman i’ve ever seen.” a hint of genuine admiration entered his tone. “and…i truly don’t understand how someone can still be so…bright, after everything you’ve been through,” 

“well,” you said, a forced smile on your lips,” someone’s gotta bring the sunshine, right?” you shrugged, a subtle tension still visible in your shoulders. “besides, dwelling on the past won’t change it.” you finally met his gaze, your cheerful facade already put on. “at least now i’m helpful,” you added, “since i couldn’t… you know…” the unfinished sentence hung in the air, a testament to the guilt and pain you still carried.

“right…” he murmured. he saw past the forced smile, the carefully constructed facade. he could see the lingerie pain, the shadows that still clung to your e/c eyes. yet, he also saw the fierce determination, the unwavering strength that shone through despite everything. he recognized that strength, that refusal to be broken. it mirrored his own. 

“you don’t have to hide from me,” his voice softly, his voice surprisingly gentle, laced with a rare sincerity. 

“it’s the first time i’ve told anyone this,” you admitted. you traced the rim of the cup again, your fingers trembling a little.

“well,” he said, his voice softening even further, “im glad you trusted me enough to tell me,” he watched you avoid his gaze, a flicker of concern in his eyes. he reached across the table, his hand hovering for a moment before gently closing around yours.

this was the first time levi had touched you with such deliberate intent. it wasn’t a casual brush or a necessary contact during training. this was a conscious gesture of comfort, of connection. his hand was warm and calloused against yours, his thumb gently rubbing small circles on the back of your hand. he didn’t let go. he wanted you to feel his presence, to know that you weren’t alone, that you could rely on him, even if you weren’t ready to fully accept it yet. 

“what about you?” you asked finally, a hint of curiosity replacing some of the tension in your expression. “you never talk about your past either.” 

it was a fair point; you had laid yourself bare, sharing a deeply painful part of your past. he owed you a similar honesty, a reciprocal vulnerability.

“well, honestly, it’s not the most cheerful past either,” he paused

“you’re from the underground, right?” you asked, your tone gentle, not accusatory.

a surprise crossed his features. he hadn’t expected you to know that. he nodded. 

“that’s right. how did you..?” 

“oh,” you blushed, a faint pink tinting your cheeks, “erwin told me once,” you quickly added, almost apologetically, “i asked him about you” 

of course erwin told you. the old bastard had never been one for secrets, especially when it came to information that might benefit the corps- or, levi suspected with a wry inner thought, information that might encourage some… interaction between members. 

“right,” levi muttered, a ghost of smirk playing on his lips, “that old bastard never keeps his mouth shut, does he?

“don’t blame him,” you said, “i asked” you smiled at him, “so… how was it?”

the memories, sharp and vivid flooded back: the oppressive darkness, the constant struggle for survival, the ever-present threat of violence. 

“hmm,” he murmured, his voice distant, as if speaking to himself, “let’s just say it’s like the world inside the walls, but worse. people kill people for a bite of food. you basically survive only with the people who are close to you. and trust me, it’s not a world for the easily offended…or the weak.” 

you nodded slowly, absorbing the words. you were drawn into the conversation, eager to learn more about the man beneath the stoic exterior. any glimpse into his past, any insight into his character, felt like a small victory.

“i see…” your voice filled with empathy, “what about…family or friends? if i can ask” 

levi looked out the mess hall window, the afternoon sun glinting off the glass. a sudden, unexpected lump formed in his throat, a phantom ache for two faces he'd never see again. farlan. isabel. the names were like old wounds, scarred over but still tender to the touch. he swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the tightness. 

“uhm, i did have someone i could…trust,” he managed. he kept his gaze fixed on the outside world, anything to avoid the inquisitive look in your eyes. he hated talking about the underground. it was a place of shadows and desperation, a chapter of his life he’d rather keep buried. 

you nodded, sensing his hesitation, but waiting patiently for him to continue. levi knew you were listening, genuinely interested, and a strange sense of obligation compelled him to speak.

“there were these two…friends. farlan and isabel. they were…the only ones i cared about.” the words felt heavy weighted with the years of grief and regret he'd carried. 

“farlan and isabel…” you repeated softly, testing the names on your tongue, like if you have listened of them before, for some reason. 

levi nodded, closing his eyes briefly. the memories were vivid, almost painfully so. 

“yeah, they were more than friends, really. we were…family. we'd gone through so much together down there. hunger, betrayal, the constant threat of the military police. we could trust each other blindly. that was rare in the underground. trust was a luxury no one could afford, except us.” 

he paused, his gaze drifting back to the window. the image of isabel's bright smile flashed through his mind, followed by the crushing weight of her absence. isabel would have loved her so much. he thought, thinking of you.

“we…were inseparable. we looked out for each other. we stole to survive, fought to protect ourselves. we were all we had.” 

“what happened?” you asked softly

levi gave a bitter chuckle, a harsh, humorless sound that betrayed the deep pain he carried, like yours before. he looked down, his gaze now fixed on the worn wooden floor of the mess hall, as if searching answers in the grain of the wood. 

“they died…both of them.” 

“i'm sorry…” you whispered. you could see the torment in his eyes, you could always see it, but now more than ever. a wave of empathy washed over you like a tsunami. 

it was the first time since their deaths that levi had spoken about them to anyone. the words felt rusty, unused, yet there was also a strange sense of release in finally voicing the burden he had carried for so long. 

“levi” you called his name 

he looked at you immediately 

“do you want to talk about it?” you asked with a hint of worry in your voice, thinking that maybe was enough for the day, or maybe it was better if he took it all off his chest

levi took a shuddering breath, the air catching in his throat. 

“we were trying to get to the surface, isabel was obsessed,” he began, “we heard rumours of a way out, a chance to escape the underground and see the sky. we were desperate…living down there, it was like…being buried alive. we just wanted…a chance.” he paused, the memory of their shared dream, the yearning for a life beyond the shadows.

“there was this job, this guy offered a lot of money to do it, and the possibility of living out there. he said it was easy, just a simple retrieval mission, i didn't like the idea, at first i hesitated, but we didn't have an option either.” his voice trailed off, he closed his eyes again, the image of farlan and isabel, full of hope and excitement, flashing before him. if only he had known…if only he had made a different choice.

he opened his eyes, his gaze distant, lost in memory. “the target was actually erwin. they wanted us to kill him and get some document. we didn't know much about him back then just that he was a high-ranking officer in the survey corps. the man who hired us, he told us erwin was the key to getting to the surface, that eliminating him would open up a path for us. he promised us a life above ground, a life free from the filth and the darkness.” 

levi's jaw tightened, his expression hardening. “we were naive, desperate. we believed him. we thought we were doing the right thing. for ourselves, for a chance at a better life.” he shook his head slowly, “we were wrong”

“we joined the survey corps. we were good, we were efficient. we blended in, gathered information, waited for the moment to striked.”

“then came the expedition outside the walls. it was supposed to be our opportunity. i went ahead…alone, to try and find erwin, to finish the job. i thought it would be quick, clean. i thought i could get back to farlan and isabel before anything happened.” his voice dropped to a near whisper, the memory of ensuing chaos and the sheer horror of what followed still haunting him. 

“but when i returned…it was a massacre.” his breath hitched, “the titans…they had attacked. it was carnage. i found them…” his voice cracked, the raw pain of that moment, the helplessness he felt as he saw…

“farlan. isabel. they were gone.” he couldn't bring himself to describe the details of the brutality of their deaths. the images were burned into his mind, a constant reminder of his failure.  

“i killed it, the titan. i didn't even think. i just attacked. i tore it apart, piece by piece. i didn't stop until it was nothing but a bloody mess.” his voice now low and guttural. 

“i was too late. I couldn't save them. they died…because of me. because of my stupid decision.” he looked up at you, his eyes filled with a deep, bottomless sadness. “i thought i was leading them to a better life. but i led them to their deaths.”

“and then…erwin, he saw what happened. he saw what i had done. he could have arrested me, he could have had me executed. but he didn't. he offered me a choice. join him, join the survey corps, and fight for humanity;” he sighed, “i joined because i owed them. to make their deaths mean something, even when i didn't want to”

then, he felt a warm touch on his hand. you. you had taken now his hand on yours, just as he had done for you a few minutes ago. the gesture, simple yet profound, pulled him back from the abyss of his memories. he looked up at you, his eyes still filled with pain, but now with something else too- a fragile hope, perhaps, or simply the comfort of human connection. 

your eyes were soft, filled with understanding and compassion. you squeezed his hand gently, your touch firm and reassuring. “it was not your fault, levi,” you said, your voice clear and steady. the words, though simple, carried a weight of sincerity that resonated deep within him. just like erwin's that day. 

“but i made the decision. i led them into that… i should have known better.” the guilt was a heavy burden, one he had carried for so long, and it was difficult to simply let it go. 

you shook your head gently, your grip on his hand tightening. “you were young, levi,” you said softly but convinced, “you were desperate. you wanted a better life for yourselves, for you friends. it wasn't your fault.” 

you paused, your eyes filled with unwavering conviction. “you did everything you could to protect them. you loved them. and even though…even though things ended the way they did, that doesn't erase the fact that you cared for them, that you tried your best.” 

“holding into this guilt, it won't bring them back. it won't change what happened. but it will continue to hurt you. it will keep you trapped in the past.” you squeezed his hand again, your touch conveying a message of support and understanding. “you have to let go, levi. you have to forgive yourself.” 

levi looked at you, your words slowly sinking in. he had never considered forgiving himself. the guilt had been his constant companion, a form of self-punishment for his perceived failure. but your words, your belief of his innocence, offered a different perspective. a perspective that, despite the pain and difficulty, offered a glimmer of hope. 

he looked down at their hands, his fingers intertwined with yours. the warmth of your touch, the sincerity in your eyes, it was a lifeline in the darkness. he took a deep breath, the air catching in his throat. he didn't know if he could truly forgive himself, not yet, but your words had planted a seed, like erwin did. a seed of hope, a possibility of healing. and for the first time in a long time, levi felt  something other than grief and guilt. he felt…understood. 

 levi took another breath before he continued, 

“and about my family…i don't have one, not really. my mother died when i was a kid. i grew up only with my uncle. if i'm being honest, he wasn't the greatest either. basically, i was just and extra mouth to feed. he never really cared  me,” he said quietly, still holding your hand. but a small, almost imperceptible smirk appeared on his face as he noticed something. 

“what is it?” you asked, noticing the change in his expression

“well, i find it a bit ironic,” levi said, amusement in his voice, “you told me your sad past, and here you are, trying to feel bad for mine” 

“true,” you smirked back at him, “don't get used to it, ackerman.”

a peaceful silence settled between them, a comfortable quiet that spoke of a growing understanding. after a moment, you broke the silence with a gentle question. 

“how was she, your mom?”

levi leaned back in his seat, his expression becoming more serious as the mention of his mother. the smirk vanished, replaced by a softer, more reflective look. 

“my mom was…probably the only person in my family who truly loved me. she was very kind, loving and caring. from the few memories i have of her, she was an angel.” he chuckled softly, a genuine smile touching his lips as he recalled her image. “she was very protective of me. even when she was ill, she always tried to protect me. she made sure i was always warm when it was cold and fed when i was hungry. even on her worst days, she was always worried about me. she always…did her best”

he paused, his gaze dropping to his hand, specifically to how he was holding his teacup. a faraway look in his eyes. “we always had tea together. it was my favourite part of the day, just like us now.” he paused again, a hint of sadness entering his voice. “and…well, of the cups that we used to drink tea from one of them fell from my hand and broke when she was already gone. since then, i’ve been holding my tea like this” he demonstrated, holding the cup delicately, almost as if he were afraid of breaking it again. 

you smiled at the sigh before you. you had never seen him this vulnerable, speaking so openly and lovingly about someone. it was a side of levi you hadn't expected to see. 

“what was her name?” you asked, wanting to know more about this important figure in his life

levi's smile warmed, a genuine, and never seen before fond smile that reached his eyes as he reminisced about his mom. 

“her name was kuchel,” he said softly, “my sweet, lovely mother.”

you bit your lip, a tear tracing a path down your cheek as you, too, were truck by the pang of memory, the echo of your own mother's love.

“kuchel…” you whispered, her name a soft sigh on your lips.

he squeezed your hand, his thumb gently wiping away the tear that had escaped. the simple gesture spoke volumes.

overcome by a wave of emotion, you couldn't contain yourself any longer. you leaned forward and hugged him, your arms encircling him. it was a spontaneous gesture, an outpouring of empathy and connection. 

“i know kuchel is feeling proud of her son,” you murmured into his shoulder

levi’s surprise was palpable. he stiffened as your arms encircled him, the unexpected contact a jolt of his senses. he hesitated for a moment, his mind reeling from the unfamiliarsensation. it had been so long since he had experienced such physical closeness, such open affection.

then, slowly, he returned the embrace. his own arms wrapped tightly around you, his grip firm yet gentle. a sigh, a long, drawn-out release of tension, escaped his lips as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. the sensation was both foreign and comforting, a contrast to the cold, lonely existence he had grown accustomed to. it had been years since he'd felt such a raw connection, such a genuine sense of belonging. the warmth of your embrace, the simple act of human contact, was a balm to his wouden soul. 

he closed his eyes, allowing himself to sink in the moment, to absorb the comfort you offered. the scent of your hair, the gentle rhythm of your breathing, the warmth of your body against his- it was a symphony of sensations that stirred something deep within him, something he thought long dead.

for a brief moment, the weight of the past seemed to lift, the burden of grief and guilt lessening its grip. in your embrace, levi found a fleeting sanctuary, a moment of respire from that darkness that haunted him for so long. it was a small gesture, a simple hug, but it meant more than words could ever say. it was a connection, a shared moment of humanity in a world that had tried to strip him of everything. 

as the moments passed, levi clung to you, reluctant to break the embrace. it was a new feeling, a strange combination of comfort, warmth and that sense of belonging he hadn't experienced ever. the world outside the mess hall, the sounds of the other soldiers, the weight of his responsibilities, all seemed to fade away as he focused solely on the warmth of your body pressed against his and the steady rhythm of your breath against his ear. it felt…right. 

finally, with a soft sigh, he pulled back, his hands still resting on your arms. his eyes looking into yours, his gaze intense, searching. but beneath the intensity, there was a tenderness, a vulnerability that he rarely allowed anyone to see. his calloused fingers, usually so precise and controlled, traced the delicate line of your scar, a silent promise passing between you. the touch was feather-light, almost hesitant, as if he were afraid of causing you pain, yet it held a deep depth of meaning. 

“you'll never have to be afraid again,” he murmured, a quiet vow spoken only for you. “i won't let anyone hurt you” the words were simple, yet they carried the fierceness of his protectiveness. it was a promise forged in shared pain and mutual understanding, a promise that he would guard you with his life. 

in that moment, as he gazed into your e/c eyes, levi ackerman felt something change within him. it wasn’t a sudden, dramatic explosion of emotion, but rather a slow, steady awakening, like a dormant seed finally sprouting after a long winter. 

he recognized, that he was falling, irrevocably, in love. he was irrevocably, undeniably, yours.

pt. IV

author's note: i cried writing this for real lmao. hope you guys liked it, i really liked this one. happy new year!! ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

[erwinsmithsmissingleftarm]

Angry sex with Levi be like...

His thrusts are harder than usual... you know that there is something on his mind. Levi is normally pretty slow and sensual but today he is... rough. You can't deny that you like the way he is pounding inside your pussy while tugging on your hair, forcing your back to arch in an almost painful way.

You like when he is rough. You love it actually.

"You are such a slut, uh? I am tired of your bratty attitude and it's time for you to learn some respect."

His voice is harsh and low as those degrading words flow out of his mouth like honey. His hands slip down to grab the fat of your hips, slamming you into his big cock as you take him into the doggy style. The room is filled with your moans and your skin slapping together into a wet and lewd sound. Levi's thrusts are more erratic, you know that he is close.

Clenching the walls of your pussy, you squeeze him tighter, earning a growl from your boyfriend. Gosh, he is hitting all the good places like a pro. He is so deep inside you, his cock rubbing against your cervix. Your legs shake, you are near the orgasm.

"Such a pretty slut, cum for me."

The mean praise send shivers down your spine as Levi presses his cock deeper into you, releasing himself and spilling his cum into your greedy cunt. That's the last drop. Your arms can't support your body anymore, making you fall flat on the bed as your orgasm hit you like a truck. Tears come up to your eyes as you feel your walls pulsating around his shaft, your juices dripping on the bed sheets.

"Bad girl... staining the sheets like that..."

Levi hisses, pulling his dick out before pushing it all the way in again with a wicked grin.

"You are in for a long ride... princess."

[amywritesthings]

Hi! Hi! Hi! It’s the Floch friend again. I missed Levi and SU reader so much!!! They live rent free in the back of my head and I always miss them, I don know how you do it. I’ve already said a million times how I love your writing, but it always scratches the right part of my brain and I can’t stop rereading everything.

As for the Hallosleepover, I have a couple of prompts, you can choose either of them (or none, if you don’t feel like it). For Levi x SUreader - their first fall on the surface, and for Levi x P4reader - “when they instinctively put a protective arm out to protect the other when an actor tries to jump out and scare them” (a prompt from the second list).

Hope you had a nice week ❤️

hallo-sleepover '24! / accepting.

floch friend, hello my love! gosh you are always so lovely, i swear. you are the best. i would be delighted to give you a lil First Fall for our fearless duo

first fall.

pairing: levi ackerman x f!reader word count: 860 tags: big fluff vibes, changing of the season, mentions of the underground city, set in the flackbacks and universe of silver underground. credit: dividers by @saradika-graphics

Colors.

The trees change colors on the surface.

Levi’s busy fixing his carat in the freshly-cleaned mirror in the corner of the room while you button your ivory pants. Now that you’ve both been on the surface — him for four months, you for two — you’ve settled into a new routine similar to the one you abandoned below the surface.

After living a lifetime there, you’re both used to working in pure darkness. It gives you precious time to be in one another’s presence before you have to slip back across the hallway and into your quarters to pretend yet another day.

The day is still young; dawn fast approaches from its kiss goodnight.

As the sun creeps across the horizon, your eyes see the flutter outside Levi’s open window. 

Your chin turns to observe absently, but then the world stops.

Leaves.

Red leaves.

(It’s almost the start of autumn, Petra had told you at dinner not long ago. A new season. It’s beautiful this time of year.)

“James?” you hear from the side; Levi’s voice, gruff from the morning still.

Dropping your leather leg straps to the floor, you abandon dressing in proper attire for a chance to sprint out of his captain’s quarters towards the front door of headquarters. 

The wooden door slams against stone, reverberating down the hallway. 

The sound may wake up half of the squad from their slumber. 

You don’t care.

Ever since the two of you managed to survive the underground with bared teeth and taut fists, it’s been tough to simply be. The Survey Corps are by no means gentle — people die just as often as those who were once your neighbors — but the surface dwellers have no idea of the luxuries they take for granted.

Down there, the gentle caress of the breeze does not exist. Down there, warmth can only be found in another body and not the sky.

There are no trees, no trunks, no leaves. There are no changing skies.

But up here?

Everything lives and dies and lives again. Everything has an order, turning brilliant colors in the blink of an eye. Slowly the humid summer air flutters into a crisp chill. 

The start of autumn.

Boots skid against the floor as you rush towards the front entrance. You scoot through a sliver of an opening to find yourself outdoors — surrounded by a sea of brilliant vibrance. The trees that were once a staunch green have now faded into a cacophony of colors: oranges, yellows, reds.

No two trees are alike.

“The hell’d you run out for?”

Hearing the baritone sound behind you, your wide eyes find Levi following out right behind you. His hands are still fussing with the carat at the base of his throat, jacket abandoned.

Then he pauses.

Sees, what you see.

“The trees are finally changing. I saw it from your window and had to see it for myself,” you exhale with a childlike wonder, unable to contain your excitement. 

With Levi you don’t have to — just like the changing of the seasons, he knows just about every version of you; every color. You’re allowed to 

“Is this what Petra was talking about?” he asks, leaves crunching under the heel of his boot as he moves to stand beside you. “Autumn or whatever?”

“I think so. She called it a season. I think she said there’s four of them?”

“What was the last one?”

Sticking out a tongue as you concentrate for a moment, the word comes to you a beat later. “I’m pretty sure it was called summer.”

“Hm.”

“I can’t believe they’re all different,” you murmur, pointing one out in particular: its leaves are only just beginning to fade into a new color, causing it to stand out. “Look.”

“I see it.”

His statement isn’t said with annoyance but amusement.

When you turn to him, Levi isn’t looking at the trees. He’s staring at you, as if he’s more interested in witnessing your reaction to something so new and beautiful than living in it for himself.

“Well don’t stare at me.”

“I’m not.”

“Liar.”

His eyes narrow with a fraction of amusement before blinking back to the trees. “Petra also said it will snow up here in the later months.”

“Snow?” you repeat. “What’s that?”

“Got no clue,” Levi admits, choosing to be honest in this private moment with you. If it were anyone else, he’d have a smartass remark. It’s too early for that. “Was hoping you’d know.”

Snow.

You wonder what they call the changing colors, if they have a name as foreign as snow.

Reaching for his hand, Levi does little to dissuade you as you pull him towards one of the adolescent trees to the east by the stables. When you reach to run a fingertip along one of the low-hanging crimson leaves, he squeezes your joined hands.

“Guess we’ll see it together,” he adds.

A promise.

To see everything, anything, together.

(A promise once made in eternal night, now carried into the light. I won't go far from you.)

Nodding, you squeeze his hand back.

“Yeah. Together.”