#levi ackermann fanfiction

[levispersonalslave]

𝐿𝑒𝑣𝑖 𝐴𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛 × 𝐵𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑘𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 & 𝐸𝑚𝑚𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑉𝑒𝑖𝑙 𝑏𝑦 𝐾𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖, 𝑆𝑓𝑤, 𝑈𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑃𝑒𝑡𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠, 0.4𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 ᡣ𐭩

“Would you mind if I feel it?” You rest your cheek against your knuckles. “Your face, I mean.”

His gaze shifts from the documents in his hands to you, sitting on the plush armchair in his office. Your head is turned to him, yet you can’t see him. You’ve never been able to, but that’s done nothing to hinder the growth and blossoming of your relationship.

You hear a soft hum from him, followed by the rustle of paper and clothes as he stands. He approaches you quietly and carefully before kneeling in front of you, taking your hand in his and gently guiding it to his face.

“Thank you, dear,” you murmur and cup his cheeks with your hands. Your thumbs glide over the pale skin beneath his eyes and down the curved bridge of his nose. You’ve always loved touching and feeling the sharp features of his face, and he’s always allowed it, much to the surprise of his comrades and familiars. He doesn’t hesitate to kneel for you — whether it’s to help slip your heel onto your foot or to simply let you feel his face — whenever and wherever. He may occasionally receive stares and glances, but he simply can’t care less. He doesn’t believe his dignity or honor is being wounded in doing so, but rather only elevated.

But, right now, you’re in the privacy of his office, so you may do as you please for the time being. You continue to feel along his face, running your thumb along his eyelid and dark lashes. He gazes at you fondly as you do so. He knows you can’t see him, and he almost thanks the Lord for that — he wouldn’t be able to admire you in such a way otherwise.

“You’re very handsome,” you speak up all of a sudden, your tone of voice soft.

He quirks an eyebrow at your words. “How would you know?”

“I can tell.” You squish his cheeks gently. “I can tell a lot of things, dear.”

He hums as your hands move to his hair, stroking and ruffling it. He glances at the clock above the door, before gently grasping your wrist. “Alright, that’s enough for now. I have to get these forms filled out by late evening.”

“Oh, so soon?” You murmur, withdrawing your hands with reluctance. He stands straight, but leans down to take your hand and plant a chaste kiss on the back of it.

“Yes, my dear,” he responds. The petname slips out before he can stop it. “So soon.”

⊱ 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⊰ @the-traveling-poet , @pinkberryfox

[ponderingmoonlight]

Sharing a bed with Levi for the first time after he came back

Just a little aftercare for this fic (click to read)

You still can’t believe your own luck. After all those years you endured this merciless war underneath the surface, all those years you prayed for your beloved husband to come back. And now he’s sitting next to you in the dim candle light far past midnight while reading through a tower of papers. And you simply cannot bring yourself to let go of him.

How are you supposed to ever let him go again when last time, you didn’t see him for years after?

“You should go to sleep, love. It was a long day”, he gently murmurs into your hair.

Looking up at him through sleep-deprived wet lashes still seems like a dream. Just the feeling of his warmth pressed against yours, his tight biceps between your eager arms, his minty smell you remember oh so well. It really seems like nothing changed.

But the look on his face tells you otherwise. Those dark circles that get enhanced by the dim moonlight don’t lie as well as the worry lines that now decorate his face. There is absolutely no doubt in the fact that Levi went through a lot without you. Your heart clenches uncomfortably inside your chest, arms holding onto him even tighter.

“I was wondering…If you’d mind sharing a bed with me…”, you mutter.

Why on earth are you acting so shy right now? The man sitting next to you is your husband, after all.

Levi lays the paper he just read through aside, hand lifting your chin up ever so gently.

“I don’t remember when I last slept a night, (y/n)”, he admits while putting strands of hair behind your ear mindlessly.

"It seems like I forgot how it works the day I lost you."

Your heart drops to the floor, eyes wavering in nothing but grief. What did he go through without you by his side, what horror did his grey eyes see? Out of instinct, you put your hand into his nape, draw his lips even closer to yours until they finally meet in a tender kiss.

“Let me show you how it’s done, then”, you whisper against his softness before you lift yourself up.

The air in the room around you seems to sparkle while your hand guides him to the plain single bed standing in the middle of the room. Countless nights, you imagined the love of your life back by your side. Countless nights, you tried to remember what his body feels like pressed against yours, his soft breath caressing your cheek every morning.

You let yourself fall onto the hard mattress, the bed not giving in an inch by your weight. Levi soon follows behind, his now dark eyes glued to your face.

“You can’t imagine how much I missed this. Since the day I had to leave you behind, I didn’t allow myself to fall asleep without holding you between my arms when I wake up.”

You feel like crying and giggling at the same time, a sad smile decorating your lips. Oh, how much you missed your husband, how much you longed for sharing a bed with him again.

“But now you can. Trust me when I say I’ll never leave your side again. No matter what. Even if you push me away.”

Oh, how good it feels to press your head against his firm chest, his steady heartbeat making you feel like home.

“I would never push you away, (y/n).”

He wraps his arms around your shoulders and waist gently, pushes you even closer against his inviting body. For the first time since you finally got your husband back, you allow your eyes to rest, to take a break from constantly gazing at him.

Slowly but surely, you feel his steady breath against your forehead, how his firm muscles relax around you just before you yourself get consumed by darkness.

What a bittersweet and tender night it is, finally sharing the same bed with your husband after longing for him countless nights.

[ariadneamare]

HELLOOOOOOO

[levi501ackerman]

Object of Affection | Levi x Reader Fluff

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Summary: Some may think Levi is whipped or your servant. But acts of service is how Levi shows his love

Word Count: 1.9k

Megans's Note: song correlated: Ridin' by ASAP Rocky ft. Lana Del Rey. btw whenever I say song correlated I dont mean it with the intention to offer to listen to it while reading. It was just the song that inspired the idea or that was on loop while writing. posted: 4/18/24. I'm really glad AOT has sparked me to write again. I need more practice lol. Enjoy.

Eren, Jean, and Armin were the first of your friends to be sitting at breakfast in the dining hall. Sasha was in one of the lines to get food. It was a sunny day and a few ODM drills were available for whoever wanted the practice. Some other classes were going on as well. It was a general casual day for the scouts. For some scout units, there was food preparation for future expeditions, but for you and your friends, you did not have much on the agenda. 

“I think I’m going to do some drills today,” Eren said. “Are you going to join us?” He asked Armin who usually went to Erwin’s office.

“Yeah, I can. I finished the little project with Commander Erwin.” He said then took a bite of his bread. Sasha hurried to the table to sit down. Her plate had a bigger portion than everyone else at the table. “It is a nice day outside too.”

More people started entering the dining area. The morning crowd of scouts was starting to pick up. Jean noticed you and Levi walked through the door.

“Y/N’s coming. Maybe she’ll practice with us,” Jean said. The table noticed Levi say something to you and then you smiled and started going towards them. 

“I don’t know she’s been spending a lot of time with Hange and Moblit doing research and testing theories,” Eren said. 

“Morning guys!” Sasha brightly greeted the table. The line for breakfast was moving a little slower with the incoming scouts. Everyone acknowledged Sasha.

“Sasha, are you going to do drills today? We’re all going to.” Armin asked invitingly. 

“Yeah, and I think Y/N was thinking about it too,” Sasha said. You approached the table and smiled at your friends. 

“Are you not going to eat?” Jean asked.

“Levi’s getting my food.” You said. They look over to see Levi's arms crossed standing in line with the scouts. 

“Why don’t you get your food yourself?” Eren asked

“Levi knows I don’t like standing in lines so he just said he’ll start getting my food.” You said. Jean and Eren laughed. 

“Wow if only I could have the captain serve me food.” Jean joked and you rolled your eyes with a smile on your face.

“He’s not serving me, he just knows I don’t like standing in lines so he offered to get my food from now on.”

“What if he gets you the wrong food?” Eren asked.

“Well Levi knows what I like,” you said. 

“We’re going to do drills today, you should come,” Armin said. Most of your free time has been spent with Hange and Moblit. You looked up to Hange and she liked you. You enjoyed working with her and in general learning more about the titans. 

“Yeah, I’ll come.” You said and your friends were elated you were joining them. “Ugh wait! I forgot my belt and some straps in my room.” You rolled your eyes. “It’s such a nice day out for drills too. Hopefully, it won’t get hotter.”

A few minutes later, Levi put a plate of breakfast in front of you. He softly smiled.

“Do you want water or tea?” Levi asked.

“Water please.” You said and then he walked away. 

“Yeah sounds like a server to me,” Jean said.

“Stop it, Jean. He’s not serving me. When you get a girlfriend you’ll understand that you’ll want to help her and make her feel like she doesn’t need to worry about anything.” You said back.

“I feel sorry for whoever decides to date you, Jean,” Sasha said with a full mouth and you both giggled.

“Whatever I am a catch,” Jean said. Levi came back with water for you and some tea for himself. 

“I have a meeting I’m going to go to now,” Levi said to you. The table greeted Captain Levi and he acknowledged them normally. 

“I’m going to do drills today with my friends.” You said to him. 

“Nice weather for that today.”

“Yeah, but, I left my belt in my room—”

“I can go get it.” Levi offered.

“Thank you that would be really helpful.” You said and he left for his meeting. 

“Y/N’s has him whipped,” Jean said. 

Truly you did. Levi wanted to help you in any way he could. On the last expedition, he made sure you had your own food to take of yourself. Levi always triple-checked that your gear was in top shape. If you mentioned something was sore, he would offer his best to massage you. If you mentioned anything that inconvenienced you he would do his best to find a way to fix it for you. You once mentioned that the drawer to your nightstand kept getting stuck halfway when pulling it out and you would have to tug hard to get it to keep pulling out. Later that day he took apart your nightstand to fix the sliding drawer. All of a sudden it was working and you didn’t think about it anymore. You didn’t even know Levi fixed it until a week later. 

Once, when you and Levi passed by a stationary shop, you mentioned how you have been journaling since you were young. You had eight journals and mentioned a slight fear that they would end up getting damaged or burned in a fire. You treasured your journals that were filled with your memories. He later got you a small perfect-sized fire box that you could keep your journals safe in. 

You and Sasha met up with Mikasa and decided to be grouped for the drills. It was getting a little warmer than expected. But there was still a slight breeze. You three started stretching and getting your gear together. Then you noticed Levi walking up to you with the belt and straps you needed. 

“I got the belt you needed,” Levi said and your heart fluttered. It was so sweet how helpful he’s always been. 

“Thank you,” You said. 

“You look really pretty,” He said and you blushed a little.

“I’m about to get really sweaty.” You laughed.

“It’s starting to get hotter.” He said squinting and looking up at the sky. “Show the dummy titans no mercy.” He said and you smiled while watching him walk off. 

“You two are so freaking cute!” Sasha said making you blush more. “I’m so excited for when I get a boyfriend and we can go on double dates!” That did excite you and you smiled.

“I can’t wait to meet the guy who deserves you.” You said while putting on your belt and straps. “A guy that’s sweet.”

“I think you need someone who loves meat just as much as you do,” Mikasa said. “Or someone who can cook—” Sasha squealed.

“Oh my god that would be perfect!” 

“That would be the perfect guy for you,” you said.

“You guys want to compete for the most kills?” Jean called out in the distance. Connie was now with him, Eren, and Armin. 

“Mikasa is going to win! Back out now while you can!” You yelled back. The drills began. “Mikasa you should give him a head start!” You said and Sasha laughed. Though it was spring and getting greener outside the temperature got hot while everyone was doing drills. It was an unexpected rise. You pulled at your shirt trying to get ventilation whenever you had the time to do so. The heat made everyone work harder because flying in the air gave everyone a slight breeze. After the drills, everyone was sweating. It was a good workout but people were getting tired quicker because of the heat. When walking back to your stuff Sasha was giving Jean crap about Mikasa beating him. It wasn’t a surprise but the competition did make Jean work harder. Jean was a great scout and even gave you some helpful pointers with the ODM gear. Out of everyone doing the drills, he got the second-highest kill count right behind Mikasa. As you approached your stuff you noticed three water bottles that were perspiring because of the heat. 

“Is this not where we put our stuff?” Sasha asked. But then she saw her bag and Mikasa saw her stuff. 

“Whose water bottles are these?” Mikasa asked. You noticed the drenched little note under the water bottle closest to your stuff. The note read: I noticed you guys didn’t have water. Stay hydrated. 

“They’re from Levi. He got us water because he saw we didn’t have any.” You said and Sasha started chugging hers.

“That’s considerate of him,” Mikasa said and the three of you started chugging the cold water. 

“Thanks, Levi it hit the spot!” Sasha said and crinkled her empty bottle. 

“I need to change, I’m so sweaty and probably smell bad.” You said. Many scouts who did drills all had the same idea to take cold rinse-off showers. No one was expecting a spike in the temperature. When you got back to your room with Sasha. You noticed another water bottle and a note near your bed. It was from Levi again. Come to my office for dinner. You smiled and told Sasha. Your heart fluttered because he was so sweet and no one else saw this side of him. He used to be so shy in front of you and you used to think he didn’t like you. Levi would be his normal self to everyone but then he would be quiet in front of you. It made you feel insecure until Hange exposed Levi. She and Moblit told you that Levi talked a lot about you and wanted to get to know you. Hange may have been the one to tell you that Levi thought you were pretty. Which gave you the confidence to approach him.

In the evening you went to Levi’s room, and you were ready for some alone time. When you knocked on the door, Levi opened it pretty quickly. He shut the door behind you and embraced you in a big hug. He smelled nice and then you noticed the smell of his office. 

“Sit down I made us some soup.” He said. “I saw they had that bean mixture you don’t like for dinner.” Your heart fluttered and the soup smelled good. The smell made you hungrier than you were before. “I got some bread and mashed potatoes though to fill you up more. You need the energy from being outside most of the day.” He said.

“Thank you, Levi,” You said grateful for how thoughtful he is. It was so nice how much he tried to help you or thought of ways to make your life easier. 

“Anything for you, Y/N,” He said and you two began eating. The soup was satisfying and Levi getting bread for it was a good idea. Honestly, Levi did a lot for you because he cared for you so much. He had little to no dating experience before you and he did not want to do anything to make you feel like he didn’t respect you. Levi has always been considerate of you since you started getting close and dating. He would listen you to and remember little things about you. You felt cared for and though you and Levi haven’t told one another that you loved each other. You already knew.

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[oggirlboss]

༺ ♰ ༻ sicko fantasies ༺ ♰ ༻

pairing[s]: yandere!janitor!levi ackerman x afab!student!reader

warning[s]: flirtatious behavior, power imbalance, m!masturbation, voyeurism, age gap, and hella weird so read at your own risk.

summary: levi ackerman has to supervise a certain brat in detention. needy little virgin hours ensue before school is in session.

note[s]: no beta, we die like carla.

word count: 3k

art belongs to columbo on twitter (i still refuse to call it x)

levi ackerman is a sick, twisted, little fuck of a man. the exact kind of gross dude that forced schoolgirls to have a dress code. he couldn't stop himself from looking up girls skirts when he knelt down to pick up their trash, or avoid looking down girls shirts when they leaned over to wash their hands in the sink. he didn't even regard his perversion as an awful thing. after all, there are other guys out there who let their obsessions go to the absolute extreme, their crimes delving into horrendous depths like rape and murder. levi could never imagine such things happening, the thought made him sick to his stomach. he wasn't that bad... was he?

 principle erwin certainly didn't think so. he's known about levi's little habit since grade school, but that didn't stop him from writing levi a letter of recommendation and convincing the board of regents to hire him as the primary janitor at shiganshina high school. surely if erwin thought he was so bad he would have tried to protect the girls of the school from him, right?

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it wasn't like all of his attention was centered on one individual, levi knew that type of behavior was out of the question. he was just liked looking that was all, he didn't have the skills to actually approach one of these girls. despite these perversions, he was disgusted by men that touched girls. the ones who prey on the vulnerable, whose sickly minds allow them to prey on girls and use their positions of power and authority to manipulate these girls into doing whatever they want. to use them however they want. levi didn't think he was like that at all.

but he did take a great interest in you during your sophomore year. you probably got put into detention for a stupid reason, and he couldn't help but sympathize with you. he figured that you got caught doing something mildly dangerous by an administrator and shoved into detention with the rest of the rejects. except since it was nearing the end of the year, all the other teachers didn't even bother to put their students in detention. they dished out more tame punishments to their students and basically took it easy for the last stretch of work until summer break. the teachers were just as fed up with their jobs as the students were with their mundane classes. you, unfortunately, were the unwritten exception to this unspoken rule, and as a result you were the only one sitting in a desolate cafeteria.

that was the first time levi truly paid attention to you. you were a shy kid, you mostly kept your head down and didn't talk much. he had seen you around before and he figured that it'd be creepy if he struck up a conversation before going off to clean the bathrooms in the teacher's lounge. as soon as he saw your silk-smooth skin peeking out of your too short shorts, he knew he'd need to find an excuse to spend more time with you.

"oi! brat." he spoke calmly, feigning disinterest when his heart was beating out of his chest. "i'm your assigned supervisor for detention. you can start by picking up a rag and some disinfectant to wipe down all the tables and chairs." his stomach lurched at the lie, this was exhilarating. he watched you hurry to do as he commanded, feeling pride swell in his chest. you believed him. he was a trusted adult, and his authority in the matter didn't need any questioning.

"i was told professor miche would be in charge of detention today." levi pondered on a good response, but he couldn't stop mulling over the fact that bastard had snatched you up first. miche would have had you all to himself if levi hadn't spoken up just now

"miche couldn't make it on time, so i'm here to cover for him." levi had a teasing tone in his voice, a smile ghosting his fine features for less than a second. "now are you going to stand around looking pretty, or are you going to get to work?" his taunt didn't have much of an effect on you as you marched up to his supply cart and snatched up a rag and some random chemical mix. "no no no. that won't do." levi sauntered towards you, snapping the rim of his plastic gloves as he did so. "you can't use furniture polish for cleaning surfaces. while the lemony scent does have it's perks, a bleach based product would help you much more." your eyebrows furrowed as you nodded. maybe you could learn something from his guidance, after all, he was a professional.

"alright. will clorox work?" you picked up the product by its handle and squeaked as you gripped the hilt, causing a foamy string of liquid to burst from its container.

"hey, hey, no funny business." levi smirked at your playful tenacity. you were so much more fun than he'd thought you would be. "who even taught you how to clean?" he scoffed in a light-hearted manner.

"i guess i'm self taught, but i always get the job done good enough." you smiled at him as you sprayed the different tables and wiped them down with an old blue rag.

"well maybe your good enough isn't good enough for me and my standards." levi hovered over your shoulder, carefully observing your movements. he wrapped himself around you, pressing his chest against your back and helping you grasp your hand around the rag. "move your arm in a circular motion, but don't press too hard into the wood, you'll tire yourself out too quickly that way." you carefully listened to every word he said, this is a learning experience, isn't it? this knowledge came straight from the mouth of a professional, you'd be absolutely daft to not pay attention to him. but it didn't help that he was easy on the eyes or that you could feel his muscles flex through your clothing. he was undeniably attractive and it was hard for you not to entertain the notion. his sharp breath ghosted the skin behind your ear.

"what sort of cleaning products do you use at home?" his question and his proximity startled you.

"um, i use the mr. clean stuff. my mom thought that their super bowl commercial from a few years ago was the epitome of comedy ."

"tch." you could feel his grip tighten on your hand as he shook his head. you frowned at his reaction.

"well what's that supposed to mean?" he sighed before spiraling into a lecture.

"mr. clean, although sexy in his own right, is much too expensive. especially those magic erasers of his. they are outrageously overpriced, and they're not even real magic." your nose crinkled as you snickered at his joke, and his face lit up in a blush. "they're uh, they're made of uh sodium bisulfite copolymer, and it's ridiculously cheap. for half the price, you can buy ten times the amount that damned company scams you with."

"i suppose that's one of the many miracles of capitalism." levi's deep chuckle vibrated through your back. his presence was comforting, and it was beyond a relief to have such a friendly person around, even if it will only last the span of detention.

"you're funny." he leaned into the crook of your neck and lightly sniffed the perfume you'd applied earlier that morning. it's probably for that bastard, miche. levi did his best to shake that thought out of his head, and hurriedly stepped away from you.

"is everything alright, sir?" you threw your rag down, abandoning your place at the table and rushed to his side. your hand rested on the bare skin of his arm, and your eyes widened seeing levi acting so odd. he was perfectly fine seconds ago, it was hard to understand how this change could have taken place so quickly. "you look very pale." before he could blink the backs of your fingers were pressed against his clammy forehead and he was in heaven. he basked in the attention you were giving him, and in this shaken state narrowly avoided lathering you with the same touching care.

"yes, yes." levi cradled his head in his hand, and stared up at you with his hair falling into his eyes. "it's just a little headache, it's no problem." he frequently struggled with migraines, but those were nothing compared to whatever was coming over him now.

"well, i have some extra tylenol in my purse, i can go back to my locker and get some." you couldn't register the speed with which he reached out and held your wrist in an iron grip.

"no." his voice was gravelly, like a frog was caught in his throat. "don't leave. it's really nothing." he smiled to comfort you but it only did the opposite. there was a glint in his eyes that made you want to run away and never come back. you reluctantly agreed to stay with him, and worked through the rest of your detention in relative silence.

the following morning you were called into professor miche's office over the intercom. there were oohs and aahs from your classmates and a resounding thunder of commentary.

"i don't think y/n has ever gotten in trouble before." armin spoke to himself.

"she isn't going to be able to worm her way out of his one." snickered to her friends.

"how much you wanna bet she's screwing him to get a better grade?" reiner joked as berholdt berated him for making assumptions. wrong. wrong. wrong.

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you slammed your fists on the table, effectively silencing the chatter. you didn't bother to push your chair back in as you raced down the hallway to pound on miche's office door. you heard a sigh from inside as he beckoned you inside. his menacing figure towered over you

"it's not polite for you to skip out on detention, l/n. where were you for our session?"

"well, you would know if you weren't tardy for detention, sir." you smiled in an effort to brush off the discomforting feeling his stare brought you. miche leaned down to your level and violently sniffed the air around you. "i was with the janitor, you told him to fill in for you. does that ring a bell?" you could care less if you were sounding rude, but his questioning was getting tedious.

professor miche sneered down at you, mulling over the consequences that would be brought down upon you if he discovered this was a lie. "is this true, levi?" your eyes widened as turned around to see levi leaning on the handle of his cart. the hallway was utterly devoid of people, and you didn't understand how you didn't hear his footsteps or the squeak of the wheels on his cart. it's like he was invisible the entire time, appearing silently like a ghost. levi cleared his throat as he stared back at miche.

"quite so, yes. she worked very well under my guidance." he let his gaze drop to the ground as he licked his lips. "it makes me wish that miss l/n could get detention more often so i could have some help keeping this place tidy." he absentmindedly swiped two fingers over miche's name card that hung on his office door. "she worked well, and i'm sure she'll learn from the experience." miche scowled at levi, something was off about him. while the two of them weren't particularly close, he could certainly tell if something was wrong. he'll have to report this to principle erwin, if only to ease his conscience. "well, if that's everything, i suppose i'll be on my way." you gave levi a little smile and mouthed a quick thank you before he set off down the hallway with his cart.

the rumbling of the wheels echoed through the empty hallway as he moved closer and closer to the bathrooms he'd set out to clean. his cart was placed to the right of the entrance to the boy's bathroom and upon entering he was greeted with the welcoming scent of orange spice. levi took great care to make sure he was alone in that bathroom before he retreated into the furthest stall. he undid the buttons of his pants and slid them down his milky thighs until they rested around his ankles. he ran a swift hand through his silky black hair as he gripped the base of his cock tightly, gently smoothing over the thick skin and working to calm his unsteady breathing. he's never been this wound up during his work hours, but he had a feeling that this was soon going to be a normal occurrence. his brain began to wander away from the bathroom stall as he thought back to the porn he'd watched in his car before he came into work. he imagined the movements of the female model's body beneath the man, and how her body shook with every impact of their hips. his manhood twitched in excitement as he thought of her y/h/c hair that laid spread across her red pillows, but that was too perfect. it wasn't dirty enough for him. he needed the real deal, but nobody wanted to touch an old man, and they certainly didn't want to touch someone as creepy as levi ackerman. so he had to resort to doing it himself.

his hand stilled, cock sitting at attention against his pale stomach. he ran a finger over the mushroom-like head and began to roughly fist his cock like a madman. his eyes clenched shut as he tried to think of something that would get him off. the first thought that came to his mind wasn't even erotic, but it gave him a renewed vigor and sent a primal ache coursing through his aching cock. he wondered how you would look sleeping. you have to be the most heavenly creation in existence, vulnerable and at peace while you dream. it would only be too easy to get into the file cabinets that contain thee student records and discover your place of residence, and finally be blessed by the sight of you snuggled into your bed with your stuffed animals cradled to your chest. he could shimmy your cute pajama shorts off your body and press his hot tongue against your cunt. it'd be slimy and wet and lewd and absolutely gross. and he'd love every goddamn minute of it. your face would be flushed red and sweat would bead your forehead as you unconsciously rut against his mouth. he wants your juices to lather his lips and hold your breasts in a death grip as he makes you squirt onto his waiting tongue. he wants to be 𝖘𝖔 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉 to you, and spoil you in every way imaginable. he wants to spear you on his cock and bury his head in your breasts, smothering himself and coating the valley between the two mounds on your chest with a mixture of his heavy drool and your wet release. he'll pump you full of his cum until you're absolutely bursting and pull up your panties to hide his mess. he'll sneak out your window and drive home while you lay in warm in your bed with your face shoved into your pillow.

he lets out a heavy groan as he brings his hand to his mouth to bite on his knuckles to stop any sound from escaping his treacherous mouth. he began to imagine what you would look like if you gave him a handjob. would you be slow and tentative? or would you opt to beat his manhood dry? no doubt your delicate fingertips would feel like heaven on earth, and your soft breath would hit his cheek as you focused on bringing him immense pleasure. he heard the door to the bathroom open, but he couldn't break free from his lusty haze. his mind was too focused on the constant phap phap phap of his hand beating against his manhood to register the footsteps that slowly neared the stall he occupied. a hand pressed against the unlocked door to fully expose levi's perversions to the open air. he looks up to see erwin staring down at him, a disappointed look coating the principle's face. no words were spoken as levi continued his assault on his cock. a broken cry left his lips as he threw his head back, eyes clamped shut as he felt his creamy cum shoot out onto his shirt and hand.

"really, levi?" his eyebrows furrowed as levi looked him dead in the eye. "the boy's bathroom?" levi groaned at his question, not bothering to answer before bending over and pulling up his pants. levi had no shame, and certainly not in front of erwin.

levi laughed as he wiped the cum off his hand with toilet paper. "would you prefer i did it in the girl's?" his bland retort left a dumbfounded erwin unable to move from where he stood. levi used that moment of shock to escape from the stall and out into the hallway. he was going to enjoy this newfound sense of freedom.

[theorphicangel]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. | 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐱 (𝐟𝐞𝐦!) 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 |

[ “𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿?” ]

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

synopsis: You're pretty good at sticking to rules. Always have been. And for the past three years you would think that you've been good enough to stick to the rules of being a roommate.

Rule number one: Don’t fall in love. Under any circumstances.

Rule number two: Follow to rule number one.

Easy enough to follow.

Right?

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Chapter 4: April.

cw: suggestive themes, 18+

“Levi! Come look at this rock!”

Levi comes to a stop. He’s only a little ahead of you and yet you can already imagine the frown on his face before he turns.

“Why? So you can throw it at me? That’s attempted murder.” He deadpans.

You snorted aloud, watching him stroll over to you with his hands in his pockets.

“Hey, don’t start giving me ideas, not when we’re getting along so well. I might just use it against you, and it’s not attempted if I succeed.”

“Too bad we’re in the open. Save it for later.” Levi turns to make his way back to the path but he stops again. “Who said that we were getting along well?”

“Well, you stopped calling me an idiot for one. That really annoyed me at one point.”

Levi snorts. “I’d like to see you try and pick that shit up anyways… idiot.”

“Hange’ll help me.” You say, purposely ignoring his insult.. At your comment Levi merely rolled his eyes as, unfortunately, you had a point.

If anything Hange would agree to any stupid thing you’d say. Together you were like tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum…only twice as worse. If Levi could prevent one moment from happening, it would have been the moment that the two of you met. If he’d known that you and Hange would live up to the expectations of making Levi’s life a pure hell, he wouldn't have taken you over to Hange’s house that day.

You laugh out loud suddenly, as if you had read Levi’s personal thoughts. “Don’t tell me you actually think we’ll carry this out.”

“Wouldn’t beat it past you.” Levi spoke, turning around and heading back to the path. You follow him diligently, wanting to keep up with him.

You quickly join his side abruptly bumping into his side. With this action you smoothly link arms with him. For a second you feel his body go stiff, freezing up in surprise but shockingly he doesn’t seem to protest by it.

You lean into him slightly as you tease. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on murdering my favorite roommate just yet.”

Now it’s his turn to laugh as you both walk down the path together, taking a slow pace.

“Okay one: I’ve been your only roommate… two: ‘just yet’?... I may as well take your guilty ass down to the police station myself.”

You shrug casually, ignoring his last threat. “One: Not many people have had the ability to earn the title of favorite roommate, so be grateful you jackass… and two: sure, I’ll give you credit for being the first but what about when I move out?”

Levi frowns almost immediately, a horrible taste in his mouth at the slight proposal of your last point. Levi feels his stomach suddenly drop and he tries to keep a light hearted tone in his voice as he questions you further. “What’d you mean when you move out?”

“After I murder you, I’ll need to find a new roommate of course, I can’t pay rent by myself.”

Levi rolls his eyes again but this time his shoulders seem to drop with a sort of internal relief. Levi hopes you won’t bring that up again, not even as a joke. He’s not looking forward to that conversation. Not for a long time anyways.

“So you’ll go off and find a new victim?”

“Something like that, although I don’t think anyone else will be as annoying as you.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Levi scoffs in reply.“And where exactly are you planning to hide my body?”

“Not sure.” You murmur softly. “Wanna help me with ideas?”

“Fuck no.”

You pull a frown. “I want to find a comfortable spot for you.”

“Comfortable? I’m dead.”

“Whatever, I still want to keep your soul in peace y’know?”

“You are absolutely fucking ridiculous.” Levi mutters. “I should’ve recorded this so that I can prove to the whole world how fucking crazy you are.”

“They would never believe you.” You taunt. “Plus it was you who made the suggestion in the first place, doofus.”

“Are you sure about that?” Levi asks, tilting his head to look over at you. You notice his dark locks falling gently beneath his brow.

“Positive.”

Letting out a giggle and him a withdrawn scoff you continue to stroll down the path, arms still linked with his.

The local park was pretty quiet, give or take for a few lonesome people. You put this to the responsibility of the gloom of rain clouds approaching your overhead. You and Levi both randomly agreed to go out for a walk to clear your minds from rotting in the apartment all day. But it was suggested to you in particular.

Over the past few days Levi had noticed how you had been cooped up in your room all day, waiting for a text back from… him.

Earlier, Levi had thought for a second that you were alluding to about moving out to go live with Daniel. It was simply a joke. You didn’t even explicitly mention Daniel at all but it didn’t take long for Levi to quickly jump to conclusions.

Although you’d played it off as a lighthearted joke Levi would be lying if he said that he wasn’t worried about it turning to reality one day.

But who is he kidding? You’re only roommates. Friends even. Not…lovers. He has no right to get upset about what you choose to do in the future.

It’d be wrong to think of you as his. Completely wrong. And it’d be wrong to think of the ways you’d touch him. Particularly, late at night when he can’t sleep he’s conjuring up the ways that you would please him. It’s certainly wrong to think of you with his fist wrapped around his cock, imagining that it was yours.

How would you react?

Would you be gentle with him?

How would you sound when he touches you?

How would you sound when he enters you for the first time? When he fills you up? How would he feel when you're clenched around him? And what would the look on your face be when you–

Fuck, fuck, fuck, he shouldn’t be thinking that. Not when you’re right next to him.

“Are you alright?” You ask, noticing Levi’s silence. You felt his body suddenly stiffen.

“Yeah, yeah.” He plays off, trying to fixate his mind on anything, anything at all. Anything but you. In order to succeed in this, he thinks of the worst thing possible. And it seems to do the trick on getting his past thoughts to evaporate.

“Have you heard back from–”

He doesn’t even need to finish the sentence to get you to understand what he’s trying to say. Levi can barely say his name, mentally cursing himself for bringing him up. This walk was supposed to be an attempt to get your mind off him.

Lately, Levi’s noticed how you linger around your phone. Constantly refreshing your screen in the hope of receiving an immediate notification.

You shake your head beside him. Levi notices your facial expression drop at the topic of conversation and a sea of regret floods his entire body.

“No but…” you pause, taking a moment to search for some words. “I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation.”

“It wouldn’t be reasonable enough.” Levi mutters under his breath, and he succeeds in getting a small smirk from you. The two of you continue to walk at a slow pace down the path, a comfortable silence emerging.

“I know you hate him.”

“What made that obvious?”

You chuckle at the sound of Levi’s sarcastic tone. “From the moment he came into the apartment and forgot to take his shoes off I knew that he would never be able to live up to your expectations ever again.”

Levi huffed, as if the remembrance of that occasion physically pained him.

“But I’m sure he’s learned his lesson by now. You probably scared him off with all your glaring.”

“I was not glaring.”

“Oh yeah? And the sky is purple.”

“I didn’t say a word to him.”

“You didn’t have to.” you remarked. “It was obvious by your face that you didn’t like him.”

“That’s not my problem.”

“Try and tone it down next time.” you sigh. “I really do want to make it work with him y’know?”

“I know.” Levi says, a random feeling of dejection in his heart and it takes all of him not to add to the end of that sentence ‘but you deserve so much better.’

A crease appears between his brows at your words of a ‘next time.’

Levi hopes there won’t be a next time. Deep down he hopes that there won’t be another time of Daniel coming over invading Levi’s personal space with his shitty jokes and pathetic conversation. He hopes there won’t be a next time of witnessing how Daniel eagerly tries to show off constantly to try and win your heart, blissfully unaware that you deeply dislike it.

He hopes there won’t be a next time when Daniel comes to stay over for the night and Levi is left to hear your muffled moans through the walls. It’s a violent reminder that he’s not getting the privilege of knowing you intimately. He hopes there isn’t a next time where he has to watch Daniel sneak out through the front door, not bothering to wait until you wake with claims of work at his excuse.

Levi truly hopes that there won’t be a time where he watches your innocent heart get played with.

“Ducks.” you say randomly, causing Levi to emerge from his thoughts.

“What?”

You’ve both now reached the lake that stretches wide and far, creating an oval shape in the center of the park. Over to the right there’s a bridge that leads to the other side of the park.

“Ducks.” You repeat, now delving your hands in your pockets to look for your phone. “Lemme take a picture.”

“Swans.” Levi points out impassively.

“And ducks. Same thing.”

“Hardly.”

You ignore his last comment as your thumb clicks the white circle, taking multiple photos of the scenery despite the gray sky and all.

“Take one with me in it.” You turn towards him, holding out your phone to him. For a few seconds he merely stares at your phone in silent protest. You tilt your head in pure persuasion. “Pretty please?”

He rolls his eyes, unable to resist your somewhat adorable charm.

“Whatever.” He mumbles taking your phone as you walk ahead of him ready to pose. Levi sighed before tilting your phone landscape to get a full view of the lake and the swans behind you.

“Smile.” he deadpanned before focusing on taking the photo.

A cheesy grin spread across your face, your hands gesturing towards the swans and ducks. Levi couldn’t help but shake his head at the way you posed bashfully.

“Are you finished?” he mutters, after you start changing poses numerous times. “I think your storage is full.”

Your face drops. “Wait really?” And in a blink of an eye you’re by his side with a concerned look on your face as you glance at your phone screen. “Wait where?”

It then dawns on you that he just wanted you to stop.

“Fuck you.”

“It was for your own reputation. Murderers can’t be seen making goofy poses in the local park.”

“They were not goofy–”

Your argument soon gets interrupted by a stranger approaching and you could tell someone was coming based on the way Levi’s eyes squinted behind you and how his teasing expression began to disappear.

You turned to see an elderly woman, who you assume to be out on possibly on her daily walk.

“Excuse me, but I couldn’t help but admire the two of you and I was wondering if you would like me to take a picture of you and your boyfriend?”

The question makes you double take immediately. Your cheeks grow warm and you stutter for an answer as you and Levi both go silent.

“Oh, no he’s not my–” you begin before you’re interrupted by Levi.

“Sure.”

Levi hands her the phone, your phone, and the two of you both shuffle backwards,

At first you’re unsure of how to pose but quickly relax and wrap an arm around Levi’s waist. Once again, you can feel how his body stiffens yet he ends up positioning his arms around your shoulders.

“Thank you!” you say, taking back the phone after she had taken a few pictures.

“The two of you remind me of my late husband and I. We met when we were quite young and we’d come to this park almost every day together.” As she comes to a pause, she bows her head making your heart ache for her as she remembers her gone soulmate.

“Keep each other close and don’t take each other for granted.” The older woman murmurs her advice. “You two are a beautiful couple. Please cherish every moment you spend together and don’t regret it.”

“Oh uh– thank you.” You nod, the idea of breaking the truth now a thought that you had pushed away.

You nudged Levi discreetly, who was listening silently with a blank expression, to say his gratitude. You wave at the woman who shuffles away, heading over to the bridge.

For a moment, there was a silence between you and Levi. Neither of you are sure how to carry on from that experience.

You take the opportunity to go first. “Why would you say that?”

Levi shrugs, “It’d be more embarrassing for us if we had to explain ourselves. It’s not like it’s the first time people have assumed, so I just thought to let it–be.”

You nod slowly, coming to realize that he’s right.

It was an honest and harmless mistake and that lady was not the first to think that you and Levi were more than just roommates or friends. It has gotten pretty exhaustive and repetitive to state your friendship so now, you don’t really care about the assumptions that people make about the two of you and by the looks of it…neither does he.

A small smile reaches your lips before carrying on with your stoll and in silence the two of you admire the lake which stretches to the other half of the park. On approaching the bridge, dark clouds of rain seem to be heading your way and this is the moment where you internally curse yourself for not bringing an umbrella.

“Maybe…we should start heading back to the car.” You suggest, anxious of the heavy shade of gray that looms over you.

“I second that.” Levi murmurs, beside you. “Let’s head back.”

Making a U-turn, the two of you decide to leave the opportunity to explore the other side of the park for another day as your weather app informs of heavy rain to begin in the next ten minutes which will continue for the rest of the afternoon.

You’re a little deflated, disappointed that your day had to come to a short end. Making your way back to the car, you and Levi briskly walk in an attempt to make it back to the apartment with your bodies as dry as possible but once you felt a large raindrop fall onto your skin, you knew that the raingods had come to curse you.

“Fuck’s sake.” you mutter underneath your breath, eyes watching the once dry pavement beneath your feet soon become patterned with raindrops. In a rush, Levi grabs your hand fiercely, taking you by surprise as he continues his pace despite the rain beginning to unleash its worst.

For a second he was optimistic. Thinking that perhaps this would be a slow start before the real downpour was set but his thinking has failed him as the light raindrops turn heavy and every inch of his body seems to become an antonym to the word dry.

You pull at his hand which causes him to abruptly halt for a moment to turn and look at you.

And by god were you a sight for sore eyes.

Your face is dripping with rain, clothes dark with precipitation and your waterproof mascara suddenly not living up to its name. It’s more than obvious that you needed to get somewhere dry. You both are in need of it.

Levi looks around, scanning for a place where the two of you can find shelter, the number of people in the park now becoming scarce. Unfortunately, there’s no buildings nearby but Levi spots a large oak tree whose branches seem to provide a decent enough roof for the two of you.

His hand, albeit wet, is still tightly wrapped around yours, guiding you to the tree as you try to blink away the on coming raindrops from your eyes. It doesn’t take long for the two of you to reach your safe haven whilst the rain is still smacking against the concrete.

Contrastingly, the ground is soft underneath your feet and you can feel yourself slightly sink a little into the ground with each step. Levi, of course, makes his complaints known by cursing as loudly as he can over the rushing sound of rainfall.

“Shit, I didn’t know this would be muddy. Maybe we should go somewhere else?” His eyes were already searching for a new location, a location with shelter and of appropriate ground.

You shake your head, raindrops falling from your head. “It’s fine, I don’t want to go back out there again.”

Although the leaves of the oak tree aren’t completely dense, you’re still glad that the amount of raindrops that are now falling on you has now slowed to a much relaxed pace.

You sniffle a little, wiping off the raindrops from your face, trying as much as you can to dry yourself up but you don’t seem to get much luck from your otherwise soaked sleeves.

“You alright?” Levi asks. And now you can hear his voice a little better as the volume of the rain has quietened down.

You nod wordlessly, straining your clothes from any damp, watching as water is squeezed out of your materials. You curse aloud, only now realizing the extent of being in the rain without the umbrella. You’ll just have to manifest to the universe tonight that you won’t catch a cold but you can’t completely disregard that consequence.

“Take this.” Levi mutters before taking off his black jacket. “I mean it’s pretty soaked, but you should stay warm. You don’t want to be catching a cold.”

You smirk a little at his offer. “I’m pretty sure it’s set in stone by now, don’t worry. You should keep it on, you might catch a cold.”

“Says the one whose immune system is weaker than an egg shell.”

You roll your eyes. “Alright jerk, just ‘cause you only get sick approximately every 5 years.”

You expected a laugh from him, maybe even an insult but instead you watch the frown on his face grow deeper, him still gesturing for you to take his jacket. “You’re shivering. Take it.” His tone is a little more forceful and before you could even respond, you found comforting material wrapped around your shoulders.

It's only now that you're aware of the sudden close proximity between the two of you. His features are somehow more prominent in the rain. The front locks of his jet black hair have raindrops dripping down onto his face, dripping from his nose and sliding down his cheeks to meet his sharp jawline.

Somehow the rain just makes him look even more…attractive.

“Levi, I’m fine I swear.” You grumble, trying to distract your mind as the warmth from his body transitions to yours. Your retaliations are continuously ignored, leaving you no choice but to accept the gesture gratefully.

“Thanks.”

Levi’s eyes meet yours. “No problem.”You blink and you’re suddenly lost in them.

The gray of his iris mixed with a hint of light blue, which is apparent if you squint and you can’t help but worship their beauty.Your eyes move to glance at his lips. Pink and plump, with water dripping from his cupid’s bow. You’re not really sure why your eyes suddenly fixate on those, but your heart does seem to race faster and all of a sudden you’re now wondering how soft he would feel against your own lips, your own skin.

Looking back at him, he’s still fixated on you and the two of you are stuck like a photo in time. The only thing that reinforces the notion that you’re not living in a freeze frame is the rush of downpour that streams behind you.

Swallowing thickly, you just wonder…whether…maybe…if you just leaned in to –

You clear your throat suddenly, stepping back and sniffing. You turn away to wipe the tip of your nose.

No. Absolutely not. Get that thought out of your head.

“Sick already?” Levi presumes and there’s a hint of playfulness in his voice.

“Yeah, yeah.” You brush off. “Do you think it’ll ever calm down?”

The rush of downpour continues to aggravate the stone pavement, water dripping off the leaves above.

“Should do.”

“Or should we just run for it?”

“You’ll get sick.”

“Which is inevitable either way I’m sure.” you shrug.

Levi raises a brow. “You sure?”

“Undoubtedly sure.”

“You’ll regret it.”

Rolling your eyes, you begin to step forward where the downpour of rain doesn’t hesitate in drenching you again. “Are you coming or not, Ackerman?”

Rolling his eyes, he follows you, making a mental reminder in his mind to get his favorite stash of tea out when you both get home. Immediately.

And boy, did you regret it.

There’s nothing more you hate in life than being constrained to your bed, with endless tissues that come with an endless amount of sneezes and snot. Not to mention the sore throat or the banging headache that returns every hour even after taking medicine.

But what you hated the most was having to deal with a smugass roommate whom you had to rely on for basic needs. After multiple ‘I told you so’s’ and his own endless amount of complaints and criticism for you, you decided to fulfill his ego and express your regret for your decision.

It was bad enough that you were sick but now you had Levi taking care of you. You were currently under the pretense that he absolutely hated every single moment which, unbeknownst to you, was terribly false.

Entering your room with your third cup of tea this morning, he caught you in the midst of a sneezing fit whilst placing the steaming hot china cup down on your bedside table. And of course he loudly grimaced as he did so.

“Shut up.” you groan, your voice croaky from your illness.

“I–”

“I told you so, yeah, yeah are you finished?”

Levi frowned. “I was going to say that I could get you another pack of tissues if you wanted them?”

“Oh.” you say dumbly. “Right. That would be great thanks.”

Levi quickly disappeared from your room and arrived by the next minute, a new pack of tissues in his hands.

“Sorry.” You mumble, accepting the package.

“It’s fine.”

“It’s really not.” you sigh. “I’ve got you running around the house like a madman all because I’m sick.”

“Again.”

“Again.” you repeat, a small smile appearing across your lips.

“Thank you.” you say, after a long pause of silence.

“For what?”

You roll your eyes, honestly sometimes you really want to smack Levi against the wall. He can be so dense, which is surprising for someone who has achieved the highest grade possible at university.

“For this.” you gesture around. “For helping me out.”

He shrugged. “Nothing I haven’t done before.”

You hummed, “I’m getting pretty used to having you as my slave, maybe I won’t kill you at all.”

Levi clicked his tongue. “Don’t get too comfortable, princess.”

Whether it was the pet name or your fever spiking up again– though you wish to believe the latter– your cheeks suddenly burned and you looked away in hidden embarrassment. You cleared your throat before speaking again.

“I really do mean it though, thank you.”

Levi sat on the edge of your bed. “It’s the bare minimum I can do as your roommate.”

There it goes again. Your constant reminder.

You’re roommates, nothing more, nothing less. At the end of the day, you’re around each other merely because of a single contract.

You’re roommates, this is normal, the bare minimum.

This is what friends do. Not lovers.

Yet… you can’t stop yourself from thinking about if you were. Shaking your head you attempt to pull that thought out of your head. No, no, no, you’re with Daniel. Thinking about Levi? That would be wrong.

But could it be so wrong that he’s the only thing that you can think about late at night?

When you touch yourself underneath the sheets, it’s Levi’s name that you moan softly to yourself, fantasizing over the ways he would touch you. It’s embarrassing to admit but… Daniel’s never managed to please you properly. The only way that you can reach your full release is by imagining if it was Levi.

But it was wrong. So wrong. Yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering.

How would he touch you? What would he feel like? Would he be soft and gentle with you or the complete opposite? What would he sound like when he–

You inhale sharply which catches Levi’s attention.

“You okay?” He asks.

You nod. “Just really cold.” You play off, trying to get rid of that dirty thought about your roommate.

You couldn’t. You were loyal to Daniel, even if he seems to take weeks to respond.

You couldn’t ever because you’re pretty sure Levi doesn’t even feel the same way.

If he did then you would’ve known by now. There would’ve been a hint.

You think back to Valentine’s day. Perhaps if you didn’t have a date with Daniel would he have asked you out?

No. Don’t be stupid. You are roommates.

The number one rule of being roommates is universal: Don’t fall in love with each other.

Snapping you back to reality, Levi picks up the cup of tea on your bedside table.

You cough a little. “Levi, I’m fine, really. You don’t need to babysit me.”

“You can’t murder me if you’re sick right?”

You laugh, which soon falls to a series of heavy coughs. With his free hand, Levi rubs reassuring circles on your back, once you’re alright he holds out the teacup for you to sip. You do so obediently, the hot liquid satisfying your body. You let out a deep exhale, reclining back into your bed.

“So when I get better you’ll watch out?”

He nods, smirking a little. “I’ll always watch out for you. Always.”

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I can’t get my mind off of Captain Levi who has photogenic memory and immaculate observational drawing skills. He can paint, draw, or sketch anything but refuses to tell anyone but you.

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There just had to be one full mooned night that he called you to his building at 9:43 pm to discuss… “new protocol”. Confused, you left out from your quarters to meet his request and couldn’t help but be a little excited from the oddity of it.

You knock.

Levi: “Come in.” Voice just as stern as daylight hours.

You just knew something from your wildest dreams was going to happen. You just knew.

Soon enough, you’re on his desk…legs spread wide as he’s sitting in between you, focus switching between your flower… and his sketchbook. He looks you in your eyes from time to time as the hour of his pencil scratches fill the silence in the air.

Y/N: “Can I see it now? You’re driving me crazy captain”, you gasp as his face gets slightly closer to where you want it.

Levi: “Does patience ever find its way to you? I’m almost done…and keep your voice down”, he whispers against you.

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Every single curve, line, and fold of your pvssy matched perfectly with what he displayed on that paper. Identical. Unbeknownst to you, he decided to add color to it after a week of you being away, which he delivered to you the night of your return.

Quickly, the tan envelope slid underneath your door as you prepared for bed.

You could not fathom how he remembered your vivid colors from your nether regions as you stared at your pvssy portrait in awe.

He even had the nerve to sign it.

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♡ Expendable Hearts: Masterlist ♡

title: expendable hearts pairing: levi ackerman x ex! afab reader genre: angst, fluff, romantic comedy (i'll try my best), exes to lovers, enemies to lovers, slow burn, inspired by our beloved summer (kdrama), alternative universe - modern setting, college setting as flashbacks, mutual pining, mc is dumb, levi is dumb, they're both dumb warnings: eventual smut. probably won't use "y/n" very much. specifics and other warnings will be added each part. status: ongoing

Everyone in Levi's life knows he only ever dated one girl and that she left him wrecked, bitter, and heartbroken. Many years later, she's back in his life and he doesn't know what to do.

CHAPTERS

1: windex and baking soda (7.1k words) 2: wedding invitations (8.6k words) 3: ten things i hate about you (7.4k words) 4: earl grey (7.1k words) 5: paradis city (7.1k words) 6: busy nights (6.6k words) 7: the breakup (9.0k words)

8: new perspective (8.3k words)

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"get me a damned matcha" | Chapter 1: June I

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✧ pairing ➼ levi ackermann x fem!reader, college x coffee shop x roommates!au ✧ summary ➼ After you find yourself plagued with misfortune due to struggles in your personal and family life, you find yourself needing to move last minute. As a junior in undergrad with little money and little social support, you considered yourself lucky when you found a sublease that was close to campus and was relatively cheap. Unfortunately, it seemed that your roommate did not seem to be so excited regarding your presence. ✧ content/warnings ➼ fluff, slowburn, enemies to lovers (sorta), strangers to lovers, fem!reader, eventual smut, ex was originally porco but i accidentally made him too much of a dick so i replaced his name with zack, no it is not a reference to zeke i'd rather puke, only adding tags/content warnings that are applicable to each chapter so people can skip around if need be!, will continue to add as more stuff comes up ✧ word count ➼ ~3.9k

College was difficult enough without having to worry about money, housing, and relationship issues. Unfortunately, you were not one of the few lucky students that could just get through those four years in isolation. In addition to worrying about school, you also had to deal with a last minute housing change after some recent bullshit regarding your now ex-boyfriend. Your dynamic had gotten to the point that you couldn’t afford to wait for another two months as leases began expiring and apartments would open up for prospective renters again. You’d rather live on the streets when compared to having to live with him for another day. 

Given the fact that it was June and your only remaining family was out of the country, you were left with no choice but to desperately try to find a sublease that wasn’t ridiculously expensive. That, plus the fact that you didn’t have a car and would be forced to live near campus, meant that you were ready to rip your hair out by the time that you finally found a sublease.

You knew it was due to nothing other than pure luck when you found an apartment complex that was a ten-minute walk to campus, close to a bus stop, relatively cheap, and had a tenant that moved out the week prior.

Unfortunately, your luck ran out when you found that you'd have to take a 2-hour bus ride from your ex-boyfriend's house to your new apartment. It wasn't that far from the two destinations, but the bus routes looped around the town multiple times, making your commute much longer than if you had gone by car.

As a result, you found yourself leaning your head back against the glass window at the rear end of the bus.

This really is Zack's last "fuck you" to me, isn't it?

You anxiously tapped your foot against the floor as you pulled out your phone for the millionth time. The previous tenant that set up the sublease had given you the contact information for your new roommate to set up the exchange of keys along with getting everything set up regarding who's paying for what utilities and how rent would be split. You already knew this was going to be a pain in the ass to handle. What you weren't prepared for was the lack of a hasty response when you sent a text to the number that Miche had given you.

> [you (12:35pm)]: hey, miche said you'd be free this afternoon so i can get your keys? does 3:00 work

You had sent that text message to your mysterious roommate roughly an hour ago when you had boarded your first bus back towards campus. You were now about half-way through your trip and had boarded your third bus, which was finally your last one before getting dropped off roughly a block away from your new apartment. 

You shot a frown towards your phone. Your roommate had still not answered. Frustrated, you began typing again, in case the urgency in your first text was missed.

> [you (1:45pm)]: im on the bus ride over. i don't have a car, so would we be able to handle this so i'm not stranded outside?

By the time you arrived, your roommate had still not answered. You had spent the entire two-hour ride anxiously bouncing your leg up and down, checking your phone every 5-10 minutes to see if you would ever get an answer. 

You didn't.

When the bus driver finally announced your stop, you found yourself more anxious than you were relieved at finishing your annoyingly long bus ride. You stepped off the bus in a dejected manner, with your right hand holding onto your phone and your left hand holding onto your backpack strap that was a bit too tight on your shoulders. Your back ached from lugging it around all day. It was packed with the basic necessities that you would need to survive the week, with your ex-boyfriend, Zack, promising to drop off the rest of your stuff next week—although you knew that translated to "shit he didn't want". That's just how your dynamic was. 

You unlocked your phone and typed in the address for your new apartment complex again, navigating your way through the fairly empty streets. It was a residential area and given the fact that it was near a college campus—and therefore primarily made up of university students—and it was in the middle of June, most of the tenants had gone home for the summer.

The new apartment complex wasn't bad. It certainly couldn't compare to a house, but it had an indoor lobby with mailboxes on one side and a recreation room on the other with some vending machines, and even a small kitchenette. 

No wonder the rent was so expensive.

You stepped inside, a relieved exhale escaping your lips as you felt the cool air from the air conditioning unit wash over you. Although you were definitely still irritated, seeing the lobby and escaping the heat brought up your mood slightly.

Your resolve renewed, you began to climb up the stairs, trying to figure out the best way to greet your new roommate without being overly frustrated. 

Maybe their phone was off. Maybe they took a nap and couldn't see the texts. Maybe you got the wrong number from Miche. 

You thought of all the reasons as to why they wouldn't respond. You shook your head, knowing that you should just brush it under the rug. As long as your roommate was home to let you in and give you your keys, there shouldn't be any more issues—for now. 

"Unit 217," you mumbled to yourself as you walked down the hallway, looking up at the door numbers.

Once you appeared in front of Unit 217, you frowned, noticing that the lights inside were off. That wasn't good news.

Maybe there's enough lighting from the windows that they don't need lights.

You gently knocked on the door.

There wasn't a sound—no movement, no noise, no talking, nothing.

You knocked again a bit harder. 

Nothing.

You knocked again.

They're not home. Of course they're not home. What a wonderful start to this already shitty situation.

You rested your forehead against the door, tempted to smash your head against it out of frustration. Your eyes finally shot open when you heard a door open. You glanced over to the side and saw a tall blonde man with a beard and glasses walk out.

"Locked out?" he asked as you made eye contact.

"You could say that," you mumbled with a frown. "You wouldn't happen to know of anywhere within walking distance that has wi-fi?"

If you couldn't get ahold of your roommate, you might as well get some writing done until you can return later in the evening when your roommate has to be home. 

"There's a café roughly a block down, if you were wanting to hang out there, although I'm not sure when Ackermann will be home. His schedule's been all over the place recently."

"Hmm," you muttered, indicating the lack of interest in learning about your roommate's backstory, although you now at least had a name.

Ackermann, huh? What a pretentious sounding last name.

~~~~~

These damn undergrads...

Levi Ackermann currently stood behind the doorway that led from the breakroom and into the main seating area of the small, local café that he currently held a part-time position as a barista at. 

He wasn't supposed to be here. He had purposefully given himself the week off so he could catch up on some lab work, yet he still found himself here. One of the new hires—a sophomore named Marlo—called out roughly 20 minutes ago when Levi was headed home from his immunology lab after spending the entire morning chatting with his mentor about whether he'd be able to graduate with his PhD on time.

To make things worse, since he was new, Marlo's shift meant that Levi was stuck working at the registers to take orders, which he easily considered the worst part of the job. If his shift just consisted of making the specialty brews that came his way, he'd be significantly less grumpy. That way, he could just tuck away in his corner and do the one aspect of the job that he enjoyed—making tea—instead of having to deal with the irritation that came with dealing with the undergrads that frequently visited.

"For fuck's sake," he whispered underneath his breath as he shut the door to his locker, ignoring his phone that kept on lighting up. He had it on silent for everyone except for the two people that mattered in his life—Farlan and Isabel—and they wouldn't contact him unless it was an emergency. 

The fact that coming into this shift was one of the smaller annoyances in Levi's life simply poured more salt onto his wound. He wasn't even supposed to be working this much since it took away from his school time to do his research, but the graduate program's financial aid office fucked up his stipend and he was left to fend for himself. It was only for this month, so it didn't matter in the grand scheme of things, but then his housing situation got all fucked up.

He had been living with Miche for roughly a year and they had a decent partnership as roommates, until Miche left to live closer to the city after freshly finishing a Master's program. Miche had moved out about two weeks ago, telling him that his new roommate would be reaching out soon. Levi's stipend situation couldn't come at a worse time, as Miche moving out meant he had to cover this month's rent on his own unless his new roommate magically showed up within the next day and was willing to cover rent when they hadn't even really started living there yet. 

After shooting a death glare at the front register for a few more minutes, he finally decided to step up to the counter, hoping that it was at least a slow day so he could get home and pretend the grievances in his life weren't as bothersome for a few hours.

His shift had just started, so he was more than a little annoyed when he already heard the door open. The semester had just ended, which roughly translated to all the undergrads leaving for summer break. Other than the few stragglers and the unfortunate PhD students that were forced to work through the summer, everyone should have gone home. He glanced up as he saw someone walk inside. 

An immediate frown appeared on his face. He could immediately tell that they were an undergraduate student, and likely an oblivious one at that.

Levi watched as you stumbled in through the door, dragging in a backpack that was slightly too large and overpacked. You looked like you had been running around with no sense of direction or purpose. You were all disheveled, as shown by how chaotic your hair looked and through how much you struggled stepping away from the door frame and towards the coffee bar.

He felt his eyes begin to roll before seeing you approach him.

Taking over Marlo's shift means I'm working the registers and have to talk with the undergrads. What a pain in the ass.

He stared at you with a neutral expression on his face as you plopped down at the coffee bar in front of him.

"Can I get you something?" he finally said, in a tone that indicated that customer service was not one of his skills in this profession.

You looked past him at the menu that was hung up behind him. Although you had passed this café a bunch whenever you found the time to travel off-campus and explore the town that surrounded the outskirts of Paradis University, this was the first time you actually found yourself in Chosahei Café. You squinted at the menu, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion at some of the options.

"Why are the specialty coffee drinks unavailable?"

"Ah?" mumbled Levi before turning around to glance at where you were looking. "The barista that specializes in those stepped out. I can get you one of the standard ones or I can get you one of the specialty teas."

You blinked at him for a few seconds as if you were struggling to process what he was saying.

"You're a barista and you can't make coffee?"

"Tch," he muttered, already beyond irritated as he frowned at you. He knew that he was likely biased against your presence and simply lumped you in with the rest of the undergrads that constantly drove him up the wall with their obsession with cheap iced lattes that he couldn't be bothered to care about making. "Did you not hear what I just said? I can get you a standard one or—if you were really wanting one of the house specialty drinks—one of the teas."

"You must get top remarks for your customer service skills," you said with a monotonous tone.

Levi placed his hands on the counter, leaning against it as he stared at you.

"This isn't some retail café like Starbucks—which is down the street, by the way," he said, pointing towards the door as a gesture to indicate that you could leave if you weren't satisfied. "The house drinks were all created by the employees and the barista that made the specialty coffees stepped out. Now are you going to order or not? I have other customers to attend to."

His eyes raised off of you and towards the back of the café, where a line of about 3-4 people gathered as they impatiently waited for you to order.

"Hmph," you said, letting out an irritated exhale. "Get me a matcha."

Levi raised an eyebrow at you.

"Out of all the specialty ones here, you go with something as basic as that?"

You were beyond confused over why this random barista in a small, local café was giving you this much grief.

"Oh what the hell? Just get me the damned matcha, you asshole," you snapped at him as you tossed your card towards him.

He quickly grabbed your card and put in the order with an unamused look on his face.

You kept your gaze on him as he begrudgingly prepared your drink. After about a minute, you glanced towards the door that opened as a tall gentleman that also wore the barista apron stepped inside. He was average height, but seemed much taller, likely due to the fact that the barista in front of you that decided to chastise you for ordering a matcha barely rose above you in terms of height—and you were not a tall person.

The new barista went behind the counter and started taking the other customers that had gathered behind you, removing the "unavailable" sign that covered up the specialty coffees. You frowned as he smoothly chatted with the customers, with your expression quickly turning into a scowl as you saw him remove the sign.

"I'm guessing he's the barista that actually knows how to make coffee?" you said, shooting another unamused look towards Levi as he walked back with your cup of matcha. 

You heard a quiet grunt from the grumpy barista you had the misfortune of being served by and you sighed as you picked up the cup and took a sip of the matcha that he reluctantly made you.

You paused, a little taken aback by the taste.

It was pretty damn good—much better than any you've ever gotten at Starbucks, anyhow. 

"Onyankopon brought over some specialty recipes that he apparently grew up making over at Marley," Levi grumbled to you. "That is why I couldn't make the specialty coffees."

After he said that, he subtly scowled at himself. Why he was even explaining himself to you was beyond him. You were just some random undergrad that stopped by and said annoying undergrad things. He had literally no reason to explain himself or justify his actions.

"So what brought you in? You're undergrad, right?" Levi asked, prompting you to look up at him. "Didn't classes just end? Most of you are back at your parents by now."

You sighed and pursed your lips, with a dark look entering your eyes. Levi was able to tell that you were biting your tongue on some information that was relevant, but that you didn't feel like divulging.

"Yes," you finally said. "I had some shit come up and had to move last minute, so I'm stuck on campus for now."

You took another sip of your matcha as a frown grew on your face.

"But at this point, I'm pretty sure it was a fucking mistake."

"Oh?" Levi asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

"I had to take a two-hour bus ride here since my asshole of an ex just happened to be busy on the day I need his car, but as luck would have it, my roommate also happens to be out, so I can't even get my damn keys from them, hence why I'm here getting chastised by you because I ordered a damned matcha instead of being in my new apartment and getting settled in."

You looked up at Levi upon hearing his silence.

"How unfortunate," he finally responded in an uninterested tone.

You rolled your eyes at his response.

"God, talking to you is a pain in the ass," you spat before quickly finishing the rest of the matcha and throwing a spare dollar onto the counter as a tip before getting up.

You paused before walking away, turning slightly towards the grumpy barista.

"You should probably consider the fact that people don't order your teas because they don't want to order from you."

"Ah?" Levi muttered as he took the dollar off the counter.

"People generally don't like interacting with someone that acts like a dick right off the bat."

~~~~~

Levi frowned to himself as he kicked off his shoes upon walking in the front door, placing them neatly upside down on the shoe rack next to the door. He sighed as he flipped on the light switch to his empty apartment. He didn't particularly mind living on his own, but Miche was a good roommate and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little on edge over who his new roommate was going to be.

He walked over to his bedroom, pushing the door open as he lifted his barista apron over his head to put away for the night. Seeing the apron reminded him of the café, and in particular, the conversation he had with a certain undergraduate student that he was forced to serve and insulted him right before they left.

Tch, he thought as he recalled the comment you made.

I'm not a dick. What the fuck.

He shut his closet after he put the apron away, his mood soured by the recollection of your conversation, although he wasn't in a great mood to begin with in the first place. He looked at the clock on his nightstand and saw that he had a few hours before he was supposed to "go to bed". Being a notorious insomniac, "going to bed" basically meant laying down and staring at the ceiling for a few hours. He rarely ever got to actually sleep, but the few minutes he can occasionally catch were enough to keep him going.

He walked over to his desk, turning the switch on his small desk lamp and pulling out a folder from his backpack that was hung up against the side of his desk. He pulled out a stack of paper and neatly placed them at the center of his desk. He took a seat in his chair and flipped through the packets, frowning at the sheer number he had yet to go through. His original plan for the day was to get home and read through some of these papers that Erwin had assigned him to read before he went back to lab on Monday—it was currently a Friday. He knew Erwin had high expectations for him. Erwin would even occasionally say that Levi was the best student he's ever had, which made Levi immediately want to shrivel up in discomfort.

He glanced up from the papers in his hand. His room was "empty". Miche had commonly made fun of him and said that Levi always made his space look like no one actually lived there. The top of his desk was always empty, his bed was always made, and not a single article of clothing was in plain sight. Levi Ackermann was just that type of person. It heavily contributed to why he was so on edge over who his new roommate would be and if they would even be compatible in terms of living style.

He turned on his phone to check the time, having ignored it for the entire latter half of the day.

7:30pm. That meant he had time to get at least a few papers reviewed. 

He frowned as he looked through his notifications and saw an unknown number appear. The texts were from this afternoon, so he knew it was long past an appropriate time to respond.

> [unknown number (12:35pm)]: hey, miche said you'd be free this afternoon so i can get your keys? does 3:00 work > [unknown number (1:45pm)]: im on the bus ride over. i don't have a car, so would we be able to handle this so i'm not stranded outside?

He sighed as he locked his phone and placed it onto his desk. It was just his luck that he went into a last-minute shift right as his new roommate contacted him. He knew that this new roommate was going to be irate with him since it's been around 6 hours since they sent that text. This just added more things onto Levi's plate that he really didn't need right now.

Before he could move to pick up his phone to shoot a reply at this unknown number, he heard not-so-gentle knocking on the door. Knowing that this was likely his new roommate that he had unintentionally ignored all day, he internally groaned to himself before forcing himself out of his chair.

He heard another knock as he made his way from his bedroom to the front door, bracing himself as he unlocked the door and pulled it open.

A frown appeared on his face as he looked at the person in front of him in confusion. 

"What the hell?" he muttered as he saw an equally confused expression appear on your face. 

That annoying undergrad from this afternoon?

"Did you follow me home?" 

You raised an eyebrow at him. The last person you had expected to be greeted with was the grumpy barista that you had the misfortune of interacting with earlier in the day.

"Did you?" you retorted.

Levi scoffed.

"How the hell would I have followed you home if I was here first?"

He cursed to himself as he recalled the monologue you gave him earlier on in the day.

You had said that you had to suffer on a bus ride and couldn't get in contact with your new roommate to get keys to the unit. Now that you were standing in front of the door to his apartment, his frown only grew.

Your eyes widened as you finally put together the pieces.

"Wait," you asked, shaking your head slightly. "Are you-?"

"I guess so," Levi responded with an unamused sigh.

"Fuck."

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006 - Ambushed.

{Erwin Smith x reader}

⁀➴ Content: erwin smith x reader, levi is a really good person, reader is a victim of her own circunstanes, reader!soldier, tw: implied sa, angst, love it is not the end just a part of the story, self-love

⁀➴ Summary: You are recuited by Erwin Smith. He saved you from hell but, you need much more from him.

⁀➴AN: A couple of years ago, I sent this idea as a request, if you see something similar then, you will know it was me who sent it because I do not remember if I did it as an anon or with my username. I like the end of this. Please let me know what you think! :)

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The gray skies and dense air of Mitras District were memories that never left your mind. The day Erwin Smith entered your life, the walls around you seemed to close in and open up all at once. You had been passed from one aristocrat to another for as long as you could remember, treated as an exotic commodity because of your distinctive features that set you apart from the average population. To them, you were nothing more than a form of entertainment. However, that hellish cycle ended the moment Commander Erwin Smith extended his hand to you.

“With the secrets you've overheard, you could change the course of this fight,” he said in a voice that left no room for argument. He knew you had learned more than you ever wanted about the vices, frauds, and conspiracies the elite sought to conceal. It was a recruitment based on your traumas, but to you, it was an opportunity to escape your personal hell and become useful to someone like him.

Since then, you had served faithfully as one of his trusted aides. But your role in the Scout Regiment was unique. Erwin, aware of your past experiences, sent you on covert missions where you used your charisma to secure funding from wealthy nobles and merchants. Though you were aware of the morally gray nature of your tasks, you never questioned them. You were grateful to be useful, to be noticed by him—even if it was in that way.

You admired him, almost to the point of reverence. To you, he was a hero, someone who had given you not only a new life but also a purpose. Over time, however, that admiration deepened into something more. You couldn’t help but watch his imposing figure, his determined gaze, the way he commanded with both authority and compassion. You were in love with him, though you knew he likely would never see you the same way.

One night, after a long meeting, you overheard a conversation between Erwin and Levi. The latter, questioned the commander about the missions he continued to send you on. Erwin’s words sent a chill through your body:

“You know these donations wouldn’t last without her. It’s a necessary sacrifice.”

Your heart sank. Was that all you were to him? A tool to fund his dream?

That same night, after much deliberation, you summoned the courage to confront him. You found him in his office, absorbed in maps and strategic documents. Taking a deep breath, you spoke.

“Erwin,” you began, your voice barely audible, “do I... do I matter to you only for the money I bring to the regiment? Or do I mean something to you as a person?”

He looked up, his expression as stoic as ever. But his piercing, analytical eyes revealed something deeper. He took a moment before responding, the silence between you stretching painfully.

“y/n,” he began, his tone serious yet warm, “everything I do is for the sake of humanity. The decisions I make aren’t always fair or easy. You’ve been vital to our progress, but it would be a lie to say I only value you for that.”

He paused, letting his words settle before continuing.

“You are more than a tool to me. Your loyalty, your courage… they mean more than I can express. But my priorities will always lie with our mission. If that hurts you, I have no right to ask for your forgiveness.”

His words were a mix of comfort and brutal honesty, as was typical of Erwin—a man bearing the weight of the world on his shoulders, unable to fully give himself to anyone, no matter how much he might want to.

You stared at him, feeling a mixture of pain and determination. “If I’m truly more than just a tool to you,” you began, stepping closer, “then I want you to do something for me. It’s the least you can do after all I’ve sacrificed.”

He raised an eyebrow, a mix of confusion and caution crossing his face. “What do you want?”

“I want to spend the night with you, Erwin,” you declared, your tone serious even as your chest tightened with nerves. “For once, I want to be with someone I care about—because I’m always with grotesque, cruel men...” The words spilled out as an emotion-laden whisper. “And if you can’t meet this condition... I’ll leave the regiment.” As soon as the words escaped, you realized the weight of what you had said.

Erwin’s gaze bore into you, as if trying to decipher every corner of your mind. He couldn’t tell if you were bluffing, but he couldn’t afford to take the risk. The regiment depended on you more than he cared to admit.

The silence was worse than any reproach. His intense blue eyes scrutinized you, leaving you feeling utterly exposed. The pressure was too much, and you sank to your knees in front of him.

“It’s not true! I’d never leave the regiment! Please, forgive me, Commander,” you sobbed, covering your face with your hands. “I was an idiot to speak to you like that... You saved me from hell, and I...” Your words dissolved into broken cries.

“Stand up, y/n,” he said, his tone characteristically firm yet calm. His voice was an anchor in the storm of your emotions. Hesitantly, you obeyed, rising to your feet as his hand rested on your arm.

Erwin didn’t look away, and what he said next left you breathless. “What you’ve asked for will happen, but it will be a one-time thing. And we will never speak of it again.”

You hadn’t expected that response, but you couldn’t find the words to oppose him. You nodded silently as Erwin calmly walked to the door to lock it.

That night, you shared something you never thought possible. Being with Erwin, both of you vulnerable and exposed—not just physically but emotionally—was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. In his arms, without words, you felt safe.

The intimacy of being held by someone you admired so deeply was incomparable to anything you had endured before. It was different: there was no demand, only a silent understanding between two people carrying their own burdens.

As your breaths synchronized, you knew this wouldn’t change anything for him. But for you, it was enough. For once, you had been with someone you truly wanted.

When you opened your eyes, the soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains of Erwin’s office. He was already awake, staring at the ceiling with a calm yet distant expression. You were still in his arms, but the warmth of the previous night had been replaced by a cold reality.

“It’s time to get up, y/n,” he said softly, gently pulling away. His tone was respectful yet final, as if he wanted to draw a clear line between what had happened and what was to come.

You dressed in silence, avoiding his gaze. As you adjusted your shirt, you couldn’t help but wonder if you had made a mistake by risking everything. But at the same time, that night had given you a sense of intimacy you’d never known, and you couldn’t entirely regret it.

Before you left the room, he spoke. “This doesn’t change our responsibilities. I expect you to continue fulfilling your duties as you always have.” There was no reproach in his voice, but his words reinforced that this had been an isolated event, nothing more.

As the days passed, things seemed to return to normal, but you knew something inside you had shifted. You no longer felt invisible under his gaze. You knew he saw you as more than a tool. Yet his commitment to the cause would always outweigh any personal bond. Your feelings for him deepened, but you began questioning your role in the regiment. Was it enough to keep serving him, or did you need to find a purpose beyond being his loyal ally?

On the other hand, Erwin remained just as focused on his mission. However, there were subtle signs that the night had affected him as well—longer-than-usual glances, a slight softness in his voice when he spoke to you—that betrayed the fact that, even though he would never admit it, the encounter had left an impression on him. He knew he had crossed a line by agreeing to your request, but he also understood that he had given you something you desperately needed: to feel desired by someone you respected. He had agreed not because it was strategic or necessary, but because, deep down, he wanted to alleviate the burden he saw in your eyes. Though he knew he could offer no more, that night had been an emotional truce for both of you.

Yet, each time he saw you, a small pang of doubt gnawed at him. Had he been fair to you? Had he strengthened your loyalty, or only complicated your place in the Scouts? Still, Erwin buried these thoughts like he did with all his personal dilemmas, choosing instead to focus entirely on the mission.

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The training yard was empty except for you and Levi. You had decided to channel your emotions through exercise, hoping to distract yourself from the occasional glances at Erwin and the heavy feelings you carried. Levi eventually approached you.

“You seem more lost than usual,” he remarked, arms crossed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you replied, trying to sound indifferent.

“I’m good at reading people, y/n. And I’m not stupid,” he said bluntly, though his tone wasn’t unkind. “I know what happened between you and Erwin.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You dropped your gaze, feeling exposed. “How… how do you know?”

Levi shrugged. “It’s obvious. The way you look at him. And the way he avoids looking at you for too long. Plus, I saw him lock his office door with you inside.”

“Levi, I…” You began, but your voice faltered. The words spilled out in a rush. “It was my fault. I pressured him. I blackmailed him, you know? It was awful of me. I love him so much, but I know it meant nothing to him. And now I don’t know what to do.”

Levi stayed silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he sighed and spoke. “Erwin’s complicated. He’s got too much on his shoulders to think about anything other than his damn mission. But what you did wasn’t blackmail. It was a cry for help. You need to decide if carrying this weight is worth it.” Levi had never agreed with how you were being used.

“What if I leave it all behind?” you asked, uncertainty thick in your voice.

“You won’t,” Levi answered with certainty. “Because you know this place is about more than just Erwin. But you need to learn how to separate your feelings from your duty. Because in the end, Erwin can’t give you what you want, and you deserve more than that.”

His words hit hard. You realized that, while your feelings for Erwin were real, you needed to redirect your energy toward something that wouldn’t consume you. Levi was right. Staying with the Scouts might mean finding your own purpose, even if you never achieved the love you longed for.

After your conversation with Levi, something shifted within you. His words were like a beacon of clarity cutting through the emotional fog you’d been lost in. You decided you couldn’t let yourself be consumed by your feelings for Erwin, nor could you let your emotions cloud your sense of duty. Though you still loved him, you knew you had to channel that energy into something beyond him.

You threw yourself into your missions, working harder than ever. You became an even more valuable ally to the Scouts, earning the respect of your comrades with your dedication and resilience. Although your love for Erwin didn’t vanish, you learned to accept it as something beyond your control and moved forward, cultivating emotional independence.

Though Erwin remained your commander, and in many ways, you still admired him, you began to forge your own path. You found satisfaction in being useful—not just to Erwin, but to yourself and the greater cause.

Your relationship with him subtly changed. Erwin was no longer the center of your universe, and though his glances sometimes lingered, you no longer sought his constant approval. You had discovered a strength within yourself that granted you a freedom you’d never known before.

Your feelings for him remained, but deep down, you knew the most important thing was what you could build for yourself—without relying on anyone else to define your worth.

[levispersonalslave]

Little Spoon!Grumpy!Levi Ackerman, Big Spoon!Sunshine!Reader, Domestic Fluff, Sfw, Short drabble for @littlerequiem

He grumbled as he felt your arm shifting from beneath him. He stirred and, without opening his eyes, he grabbed your hand tightly, “Where the hell do you think you're going?”

You planted a soft kiss on the top of his head, squeezing his hand gently, “I was gonna go make us breakfast, Lee...”

He only grunted in response, turning around to face you. He gave you a half-hearted glare as he did so, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your chest. Your fingers combed through the dark strands of his hair, a pleasant chuckle escaping your lips at how sweet he looked.

“Levi, we already overslept. At least let me take a quick shower?” You smiled softly, stroking his hair.

He groaned against your skin, only tugging you closer to him. His legs were tangled with yours beneath the sheets; you were practically glued to him. And, of course, he refused to allow you the privilege of getting out of bed. As per usual.

And he wasn't going to let you do so any time soon. As per usual. Well, who were you to complain? No one else had the luxury of seeing him so clingy, only you did. You were special to him, both of you knew that. You hummed softly to yourself, burying your nose in his lavender-scented hair. The sun had already risen over the horizon, seeping in through the curtains and casting a warm golden glow upon the bedroom. It was a serene morning, you could hear the tweet and chirrup of the birds beyond the window, along with the faint rumble of car engines in the bustling streets. The weeping willow that seemed to frame your bedroom window brushed against the glass every time the breeze blew.

A quiet, serene morning indeed. Perhaps you could sleep in a tad longer, it wasn't every day your lover was so clingy, after all. Just a little longer...

//328 words, 1778 characters //

{Taglist: @the-traveling-poet, @pinkberryfox }

[dorminchu]

Between Heaven and Earth: Chapter Four

Elsnir is the name I gave the Scouting Legion’s old HQ, for simplicity’s sake—there’s no direct relation to the aptly-named castle featured within the visual novel Attack on Titan: Escape from Certain Death. I've also moved and retooled a scene with Annie and Hitch from Ch02 into this one, for the sake of continuity.

Once the hole in Wall Rose was sealed, there wasn’t any time to mourn. That same evening, Private Jaeger was interned under the authority of Nile Dawk, the Commander of the Military Police Brigade. For two days after the operation, Jaeger remained in a comatose state. Until there was a clear indication of his intentions, it was best to err on the side of caution. Once Jaeger was up and talking, there'd be a tribunal.

In the meantime, the soldiers who had been present for Jaeger's transformation were called into the Garrison HQ for questioning. Those who had lost their lives were catalogued and rounded up to be immolated. The death toll was somewhere in the hundreds.

Captain Kitz Woerman of Wall Rose’s Garrison, Southern Division, refused to step into the same room as Jaeger until he was interned, but he was more than happy to join Nile in Commander Pixis's office for the interrogations. Without a consistent outlet for his nerves, he would fidget from one leg to the other. On any given occasion, he would check his pocketwatch for lack of anything better to do.

Instead, the constant, subtle click of metal opening and closing made Nile’s day just a little more aggravating. No wonder why Pixis carried around a flask full of whisky. Not for the same reasons as Nile would, if he had the luxury. He couldn't afford the label of an eccentric tactician.

The Garrison soldiers who’d detained and assisted Jaeger during the operation in Trost were unsure what to make of him. Despite the illogical notion of a human turning into a Titan, Rico Brzenska said, he’d saved a lot of lives—if not for their luck with the boulder, Wall Rose would’ve been forfeit.

The survivors of the 104th Training Corps were baffled by his transformation. Initially, Jaeger had ignored the other soldiers in favor of pursuing the Titans wandering the streets, and eventually to the larger mass of Titans that swarmed the supply depot. His method of attack wasn’t mindless—in fact, the cadets had described it as a crude form of unarmed combat, reminiscent of the techniques they’d learnt in military academy that year.

As Private Kirschtein walked out, Nile checked his own pocketwatch with a scoff. "We've been at this all morning and we're as close to an answer as when we started. There must be something we're not seeing."

Pixis took a swig from his flask. "What about Private Arlert? He's close friends with Jaeger, from what Shadis has told me."

Nile relented. "Bring him in, then."

With the oak desk between them, Private Arlert seemed smaller than he was. The haircut did him no favors. He saluted once, waiting for Pixis to address him.

"During the battle for Trost, how did Eren's Titan behave? Did you communicate with him at any point?"

"He didn't demonstrate a capcity for communication with any of the soldiers, but he didn't seem to mind us either. The first time, we were able to corral him through the streets toward the supply depot, whereupon he killed every Titan he could get his hands on. When he transformed to absorb the cannonfire, he didn't even acknowledge what he had done to me or Private Ackermann. All he wanted to know was if we were all right. And during his final transformation, after I got down to him he was able to retrieve the boulder and dam the breach. In each case it was as though he already knew what he had to do beforehand."

“According to Captain Woerman, and the other soldiers present,” Nile said, “Private Jaeger stated his intent to “kill them all” after he was pulled from the Titan’s neck.”

“Private Jaeger was referring to the Titans, sir. When he transformed in front of Captain Woerman, it was in self-defense.”

Woerman scoffed. “So he disguised his true nature from his comrades—even those were close to him.”

Private Arlert said, “Sir, I truly had no idea he could transform in the manner he did, let alone in a controlled capacity. Furthermore, the body he formed to absorb the cannon fire was incomplete. After his initial transformation, I don't think he was able to create a fully-formed Titan. Enough time had passed before he transformed to pick up the boulder.”

Woerman’s voice shook with incredulity, “But he lost control of himself during the operation. He attempted to strike Private Ackermann multiple times and injured himself. How can you explain that?”

“And Private Arlert was able to revive him,” Commander Pixis said, “whereupon Jaeger successfully retrieved the boulder and sealed off Wall Rose.” He caught Arlert's eye and gave a slight nod.

Woerman grimaced. “That’s what a Titan sympathizer would say.”

A muscle jumped in Arlert's jaw, but he held his tongue. Nile said, “Arlert, you’re dismissed.”

As Private Arlert walked towards the door, he caught Ackermann’s eyes and nodded curtly.

“Private Ackermann,” Nile said. “Do you believe Eren Jaeger is a threat to humanity?”

“No, sir. Eren saved my life and the lives of many soldiers.”

“But he struck out at you,” Woerman said, unable to contain himself any longer. “The final time he transformed, he didn’t recognize you. He attempted to crush you with his fists several times, injuring himself in the process. Why would Private Jaeger turn on one of his fellow cadets?”

Ackermann met his gaze. The scar along her eyelid stood out prominent against her softer face. “When I cut him out of the Titan the first time, he was delirious and running a fever. As long as I've known him, he’s never raised a hand against me, or Armin.”

Woerman’s nervous laugh raised an octave. “Not as a human!”

"Woerman," said Dawk, "if you cannot conduct yourself I’m going to ask you to step outside." He looked at Ackermann. “Do you have any idea what would have caused him to strike at you?”

“No, sir.”

“Has he expressed any desire to harm himself, or others?”

Ackermann adjusted the scarf around her throat and said, “Eren can be headstrong, but not to the detriment of others. He was able to follow orders when the need arose. Armin managed to get through to him. He’s not a mindless Titan.”

Even after she was dismissed, Nile was facing down another stalemate. Private Ackermann’s story didn’t contradict Arlert’s. Despite Woerman's heightened state, Nile could sympathize with his concerns. This sentimental defense of Jaeger by his peers grated on his nerves. Mankind wouldn’t survive for long in the hands of a wildcard.

Ordinary Titans weren’t capable of communication, nor carrying out complex tasks. Jaeger’s inexplicable, volatile behavior was more reminiscent of an Aberrant Titan—but so too did it suggest a capacity for free will. The convenience of his transformation couldn’t be brushed aside as a miracle, or some underground project to create super soldiers—it wouldn’t be the first time Pixis pulled a bluff out of his ass.

Nile stopped himself. Eren was a human turned Titan. Humans possessed no ownership of the Titans that saw fit to consume them. To entertain such a notion, even as a slip of the tongue, would no doubt encourage the same line of thinking as Pixis’s bluff.

A knock at the doors stirred him from thought. One of the Garrison soldiers, a sandy-haired cadet with a fresh, unremarkable face. Nile couldn't place a name. 

"Grice," said Pixis with an air of familiarity, "I trust you've got good news."

“Jaeger is awake, sir,” said Grice. “Commander Erwin’s expressed an interest in questioning him before the tribunal.”

“I'll inform Private Freudenberg and Feulner,” said Nile. "Were you stationed in Trost?"

"No, sir. I was called in along with the rest of my division from Karanese, in order to assist the displaced civilians. Captain Brzenska bade me to pass along the message in her stead."

Something was off. Brzenska wasn't the type to pass along orders to a junior officer. Ever so, Jaeger was under the Military Police's jurisdiction. Grice shouldn't have the clearance to be made aware of Jaeger's location, let alone his current condition. Throughout Nile's time in the Military Police, it was common for senior officers to pawn their duties onto those below them under threats of extortion, or other perks. Grice didn't seem the type to take such an underhanded deal, but that didn't mean he was incapable.

Pixis said, "Very well. You're dismissed."

Grice inclined his head. "Sir."

As the doors shut behind him, Pixis said, “Nice lad. He was in the 103rd Training Corps, if I recall rightly. He'll make a fine Captain if he keeps up the pace, wouldn't you agree, Woerman?”

Woerman glanced fitfully at Nile. "This matter isn't Grice's concern. I expect an MP must have bribed him somehow."

"Kitz, for God's sake," Nile muttered. He already had a terrific headache. 

Pixis considered his flask. Opened it, tipped it to his mouth, empty. With a small grunt he closed it and stowed it away. "The way Shadis described him in the report, and from what I’ve observed, Colt's not the type to take bribes. But you raise a good point, Kitz. I'll look into it."

"It's more than likely an MP," Nile said through his teeth. "I'll deal with it myself."

As Nile stepped out into the hall for a cigarette, he walked past a pair of cadets. "Some kind of gear malfunction," the taller boy was saying. "He told me he was going back to help Diamant, but that was the last anyone heard of him."

“A Titan must’ve got him,” said the broad-shouldered boy.

Braun and Hoover. They’d been questioned the day before. Hoover caught sight of Nile as he passed and seemed to hitch in the middle of his words. Nile gave him a curt nod. “Friend of yours?”

Braun nodded. “Marco Bodt. We didn’t expect it would be so sudden. Just a couple of days ago, he and Bertholdt were talking about where they’d go up ‘til graduation. He was looking to get into the Military Police.”

“I'm sorry to hear about your colleague.” Nile paused. "If I may ask, what branch are you considering?"

“The Garrison,” said Hoover, “at least originally. Now I’m not as sure. There’ll be an influx of applications to the available divisions. With my skillset, I wonder if I’d be better off in the Military Police Brigade or the Scouting Legion.”

Nile bit back a retort. He’d seen far too many soldiers throw their lives into the Scouting Legion with nothing left to bury. His personal feelings didn’t enter into this. And the Military Police Brigade, hell, he hadn't heard of anyone getting in from the Training Corps since he was a cadet. “You two were in the top ten?” No point in crushing their dreams. Sooner or later, they’d come to accept that it was one lesser evil over another. Nile said, “At any rate, I hope to see at least one of you in the Military Police.”

Hoover started to speak, but Braun nudged him in the ribs with a strange smile. “You and Annie would be set for life.”

Hoover brushed him off with a scowl. “You’ll have to excuse Reiner, sir. He’s been a little overeager since the success of the Trost operation.”

Nile exhaled. “Right, then, I’ll be seeing at least one of you.” As he continued down the hall, Braun was saying, “At least give yourself some time to think about it.”

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The Military Police responsible for Private Jaeger's containment were happy to let someone else talk to him. Jaeger could not answer, nor could he justify in any reasonable measure, his inability to explain what had happened, or why. Accused of something he hadn't even recognized as within his capacity until this afternoon, one would assume his knee-jerk response to be anger.

Manacled, unbridled, he wouldn’t look at the guards on the other side of the bars. If their eyes met by chance, they'd flinch as if he were a dog and he’d look at his feet as if it would quell their response. The heavy door opened and closed, reverberating off the stone walls.

Private Jaeger's eyes flickered to the source of the noise. He sat erect. Standong across from him, none other than Corporal Levi Ackermann and Commander Erwin Smith of the Scouting Legion.

“How are you feeling?” Erwin asked.

Jaeger collected himself. “F-fine, sir.”

“I’d like to ask you a few questions if that's all right.” The MPs had been asking the same questions, as though he'd simply conjure the answer like a body from air. But coming from such an esteemed figure as Commander Erwin, he was willing to answer to the best of his abilities. Jaeger watched in silence as Commander Erwin pulled up the wooden stool Freudenberg had been sitting on and reposed himself. "You transformed firstly when you were in the Titan's stomach, is that correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you remember what you were thinking at that moment?"

"I just wanted to get out of there and find Armin." He blenched under the implication of his own words. "I can’t explain how I did it. I don’t even remember doing it—I just knew that Armin was up there. He needed me to protect him and so I did, same as Mikasa and everyone else. It was if I'd always been able to do it, not that I had forgotten how or instantly learnt to." Jaeger's attention drifted to the scowl pronounced on the Corporal's face, though his unease seemed to come from a different source. "It doesn't make sense. I should be able to explain how to do something, if I've been taught."

"Your squadmates estimate you killed around twenty Titans unassisted," the Commander said. "Do you remember any of it?"

 Jaeger glanced at the manacles around his wrists. "Not as it happened, sir. Just that they had to be eradicated. I don’t remember much clearly, aside from waking up here. But I knew it had to be done, and so I did it. That's what you do, isn't it?"

His tone dulled. His eyes betrayed a glazed-over vestige of anger. It wasn't the Titan alone that frightened Woerman out of his wits.

"What we do is for the survival of humanity," the Commander said, holding Eren's gaze. "But vengeance for its own sake is not a part of our operations in the Scouting Legion. If you're as serious as you claim to be about joining, decide what it is that's driving you."

Jaeger's eyes flickered. He straightened his shoulders, bowing his head slightly. The same light in his eyes melted back into a barely-contained reverence and he said, “Thank you for the consideration, sir.”

For the duration of their conversation, the Corporal had only listened. He reached into his breast pocket and said, "We found this. Nearly lost it when Ackermann cut you free. What's it for?"

The key glittered, dangling on its string. Jaeger stiffened, tilting forwards despite his restraints. The Corporal held eye-contact.

"Private Ackermann believes it's important to you," the Commander said.

"My father gave it to me." Jaeger's tone dropped a few degrees. "It's crucial that I do not lose it."

"So, it's just for sentimental value?" the Corporal asked.

Jaeger seemed to chew on his words. "It's a key to the basement of my childhood home," he said. "It is important that I return there."

"For what reason?" the Commander asked.

Jaeger's eyes lowered, a crease in his brow. "He—my father told me that I needed to return there. There’s something in the basement that will allow humanity to eradicate the Titans, and retake the land beyond Wall Maria. That's all I know."

The Corporal and Commander exchanged a glance that Jaeger didn't catch. "You'll have it back after the tribunal," the Corporal said, stowing the key in the breast pocket of his jacket. "As long as you don't try anything you shouldn't."

"Thank you, sir." The boy's eyes glittered. "I-it means a lot, that you would do that for me."

The Corporal's mouth thinned. With a Titan-kill count reaching into the triple digits, he'd earned the moniker of Humanity's Strongest. Hero worship came with the territory, but coming from a kid who'd turned into a Titan, it wasn't exactly on his bucket list. As the dungeon door scraped closed behind them, the Corporal held back what he'd wanted to say from the moment Erwin began speaking to the kid. It wasn't until they were out of the catacombs that he muttered, “If Zachary clears him for service, he’s going to be a goddamned pariah among his squadmates.”

“They’ll come to see otherwise,” Erwin said. “Titans, as we know them, can’t be reasoned with. Eren has expressed no ill-will towards us or any of his comrades.”

"You don't trust him," the Corporal said.

"I believe him when he says he has no clear recollection of his actions," Erwin said. "Perhaps Hanji will have a better idea of what's ailing him."

“I thought he was going to try and tear the bars off the wall when he say that key.”

“It’s all he has left of his home,” Erwin said, in a careful tone he used whenever he was thinking several steps ahead. “But it’s curious that he mentioned his father. Even Nile couldn’t get that out of him.”

“Nile never asked about the key to begin with,” Levi muttered. “Who the hell would think to?”

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After the crippling failure to retake Wall Maria, the next wave of cadets imported from the fields and overflowing halfway-houses were unprecedentely young. Sure, a handful of kids would lie about their age to get by, but that was to be expected. The 104th Training Corps weren't only young, but hardened by two years of horror. If their families hadn't been killed during the breach, they were sent to their deaths, or else succumbed to illness or famine. When they dedicated their hearts, there wasn't any hesitation or slack like the previous division.

While the instructors took great pains to make sure all the cadets were able to progress beyond simple balancing exercises and free-climbing, there were always the odd few exceptions that, by bad luck or sheer stupidity. Training accidents were infrequent, as were deaths. Cadets with minor injuries would often return to training as usual; the instructors and Garrison infirmary worked as a team to ensure the survivors were kept in good health, all for the sake of having more hands on deck.

Helga was just another nurse. She was fortunate enough to be living in Wall Rose when the news came in. She made enough money to get by, and lived within visiting distance of her mother and sisters.

Displacement from their civilian lives had denied them much room for individual expression, though there were glimpses—Private Springer was unparalleled at throwing horseshoes. Private Lenz talked little, for all of the interest in her by the other boys about her peaceful, maternal air. There was a disconnect between her reputation for generosity and the quiet, stolid girl whom Instructor Brecken described to Helga. Lenz struggled to remain in the top twenties, more content to fetch hay for her horse than speak to anyone. It was a miracle that she'd reached tenth best in the end.

Private Jaeger was no stranger to injuries. The first year of enlistment, his gear malfunctioned and he’d cracked his head—though he only came away with a minor concussion and his spirits undeterred. He’d had several sprains, a couple broken noses, between overextending himself and getting into friendly sparring matches with Private Leonhardt. Never anything that he couldn’t weather with enough rest and due diligence.

His blunt naivete resonated in the way he fought, throwing himself wholeheartedly into training exercises. By fifteen, he’d earned the nickname "Suicidal Bastard" and took it on the chin. Nothing could deter him from his stated goal of joining the Scouting Legion.

The last time Helga spoke to him, he'd wound up in the infirmary again. The other nurses said he’d been impaled on a branch about the size of his forearm. Private Jaeger was a very courageous boy—as easy as it would be to blame his zealous nature, accidents happened even to the best of soldiers. Pale-faced and clammy, he had groped clumsily at the front of his threadbare shirt, the same one he’d been wearing since he was thirteen, and pulled out a little metal key hanging from his neck. He looked her in the eyes and said, very seriously, that if he didn’t make it, Helga was to give this key to Private Ackermann.

Helga promised. What else could she do? Any hopes of him joining the Scouting Legion would be discarded—the field missions, at least, were out of the question. He could still get by as a technical instructor, they'd say, as if it would fix things. An idealistic boy such as him still had to learn that the world did not make much room for their fancies. Why should Helga make him feel worse than he already did?

In the week he was bedridden, he never complained about his injury, nor bad luck while his friends were visiting, but he’d confided in Helga about not wanting to end up back in the fields while his friends moved on.

Helga told him that a proper soldier had to think of the consequences. It wouldn't do to be so reckless. There were plenty of ways to fight for humanity that didn't revolve around the front-lines. And Jaeger didn’t argue, just set his jaw and held the thought without a word.

Then, one day, his bed was empty. Either he'd moved on, or been sent home to whatever family he had. She didn't see fit to ask. She wouldn't have the luxury of grieving when so many lives depended on her. Enough tragedies within the last decade had dulled her inclination for an immediate response. With a weight in her gut, she got right to work. She was laying out sheets for the bed he'd slept in. Instructor Shadis was barking orders. Out of habit, she glanced out the window and froze. The sheets tumbled from her hands onto the mattress. A scream clawed its way up her throat but wouldn't relinquish.

A trick of the light. Of her memory, she told herself.

Even when the nurses asked if she was feeling well. Especially when the doctor took her aside, into his office, and explained that Jaeger had been cleared for training.

Helga's breath wouldn't come back to her. She'd seen him, still, running laps, as if nothing ever happened. Just a few days ago he’d come in coughing up blood and bleeding through the sheets. There was nothing anyone could do to remedy his condition, even in the most optimistic of circumstances. At best he'd be a cripple. More likely, he wouldn't live more than a week. That was what Helga and the doctor came to an agreement on.

As it turned out, Jaeger was never officially cleared for medical discharge. When Helga made to contest this decision, Jaeger’s medical records came up missing. None of the other staff were keen to discuss the topic, and Helga couldn’t kick up a greater fuss without risking her job—by the time Private Jaeger had graduated, it was water under the bridge. When had these instructors become so willing to overlook a grievous injury? The thought of this boy winding up in a worse spot than when he’d left was not only cruel, but wholly irresponsible in the face of preserving mankind's future.

So, after hearing of Jaeger’s transformation in Trost, and the outcome of his tribunal, the situation made even less sense. It was as if the Goddess herself had thrown Helga's intentions back into her face. If Helga had done what she assumed to be right, insisted that he was unfit for military service, then Eren Jaeger would never have made it to graduation. He wouldn’t be making headlines as an icon of humanity’s strength, the new bastion of the Scouting Legion, inspiring his fellow cadets to enlist in his wake.

He’d seemed like such a brave, earnest boy. The idea of a human that could turn into a Titan was beyond all reason. What kind of nightmarish world would that be, if people could explode into monsters without their prior knowledge?

Now the Military Police were going around, trying to retrace his steps. The majority of the officers arrived on Nile Dawk's behalf. Without a commanding officer to ensure they did their jobs, the regular MPs allotted the bare amount of effort asking questions and complained to each other about wasted time. There was one officer, though, who spent a great deal of time chatting with the doctor—by the time Helga was finished tending to her latest patient, he still hadn’t left.

One of the aides tapped her arm. "He wants to speak with you."

There must be a mistake. But Helga wasn't going to make a scene. If an MP asked to speak, you went along with it. The officer bade her into the doctor’s office and shut the door behind him. He walked over to the desk, upon which a series of files had been laid out. He gestured, and said, “You recognize these names?"

Helga glanced over the files. Reiner Braun, Bertholdt Hoover, Annie Leonhardt, Eren Jaeger, and Ymir Fritz. She looked at the officer. He had a cruel, aged face, grey eyes. His hair and beard were greying, making him look older still. Most likely in his forties.

"Five cadets from the 104th Training Corps," the officer said, "were reported to have experienced discrepancies in their medical history. Only one of them is being paraded around as an icon of humanity’s future.” He smiled good-naturedly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “The doctor told me you were one of the last to tend to Jaeger. Says he had some kind of training accident.”

Helga’s blood went cold. Her eyes darted to the doorknob. The Military Police had ways of making inconvenient details go away. She hadn't allowed herself to consider the possibility that the doctor was in over his head. By adhering to her own loyalties, she'd trapped herself within a much bigger problem. But the officer had not accused her outright of tampering with the documents. Perhaps he was willing to give her an out, as long as she played along. "I wasn't responsible for Eren Jaeger's release from the infirmary. He'd come in several times before. Given that he was able to pass the technical examination, I suppose it must've been a miracle."

"I suppose that's why his medical records have come up missing," the officer said, gauging the stutter in her composure with a slow, unfriendly smile. "Now, to me," he said, placing his body in front of the door and lowering his voice, "this whole situation reeks of bullshit. I get the feeling you have your own idea, and if you're telling me what you think I want to hear, well. Let's do us both a favor and not insult my intelligence."

Helga's heart hammered in her throat. All she could picture was her ailing mother and sister. "Please," she whispered, "don't make me do this. I have family."

The officer paused. As if flicking a switch, his demeanor lightened. “Ma'am, I’m not here to make an arrest. But I've heard second-hand from the other nurses about this situation, and I think it's worth the attention. You know how they love to talk." Helga forced herself to chuckle even though she sounded on the verge of hysteria. He took her shoulder. "For the sake of the public’s faith in their new icon, you have my word that I'll get to the bottom of this.”

“Sir—”

“Please,” the man said with a smile, “call me Kenneth.”

⁂

Life in Stohess's Military Police HQ wasn’t much to write home about. Leonhardt kept waking up expecting the sound of crickets.

Her roommate, Hitch Dreyse, was a handful. Her side of the dorm room looked as if a storm had run through it. She smelled like perfume and kept getting into trouble with her superior officers, who interpreted her talkative persona as a source of untapped vulnerability. Dreyse wasn’t an idiot, nor particularly promiscuous, despite what most of the other MPs would insist to Leonhardt. If she were truly stupid, she would have been promoted up the ranks a while ago.

The only other person who would tolerate Dreyse was Marlowe Freudenberg. He'd been in the 103rd Training Corps division, along with Grice. Leonhardt hadn't asked if they knew one another, because there wasn't a good enough excuse to, and Freudenberg was the type to follow-up on any inconsistencies in a story.

There was the occasional drunken brawl outside during the evenings, but those were easy to break up. Leonhardt was excellent at breaking up fights. Last week, she’d done some ground-work on behalf of a private client. She was so apt at interrogation, that her commanding officer pulled her aside the following afternoon and asked how she’d feel pushing papers, for a change.

I’d be happy to, sir.

Just like that, no more stress relief. Doing her job was directly antithetical to the MO of the Military Police. As if that weren’t enough, Grice’s correspondence had slowed to a standstill. No doubt he was busy, trying to blend into his role as a dutiful Garrison soldier. The last time she’d received a letter from him, she was still in the Training Corps.

But even on a good day, Dreyse was not the first person she wanted to talk to in the morning.

Hitch Dreyse sat next to her. "The food's better quality here than in military academy. It's 'cause they use beef stock instead of beans. The royal family has its own pastures, and all these high-faluting types can't bear to have anything less. So half the country is eating as usual, and half of them have to be happy with beans and potatoes. Which I suppose is a hell of a lot better than starving."

Leonhardt's mouth was dry. The taste of salt and iron lingered in the back of her throat. "That's nice."

"You look tired," Dreyse said. "Or is it just the way you look naturally?"

No matter how monosyllabic or innocuous Leonhardt kept her responses, Dreyse would initiate conversation. She was a decent source of intel, because she truly didn’t have a filter. Leonhardt held her gaze. "Does that line work on guys?"

Dreyse's eyes widened, as if she hadn't heard correctly. She cackled, drawing the attention of half the other soldiers in earshot. That wasn't the reaction Leonhardt was hoping for, but it was better than hurting the other girl's feelings. Dreyse was a magnet for interpersonal issues, so there wasn't a point in holding her nature against her. Leonhardt took a sip of coffee and scowled. They were out of sugar.

"What's so funny?" Feulner called.

"This kid's got a sense of humor," Dreyse said, clapping Leonhardt on both shoulders as if she were a human-sized doll. "'Course, they'd never know it, living with you," she intoned, as if they were the only two people in the mess hall. She was putting the brunt of her weight on her feet, sitting forward on the bench. Flipping Dreyse over the table after a week of being on her best behavior wasn't ideal, but old habits were tempting. For all her faults, Dreyse wasn't nearly as obnoxious as Braun.

"Do you and Marlowe ever talk?"

Dreyse sighed. "God, Freudenberg's too busy working to think about anything else of consequence." She side-eyed Leonhardt. "He's a real pain in the ass, though I think he means what he says about reforming this place. I bet he's the only onehere who cares half as much as you."

Leonhardt intoned, "You're a real comedian, Dreyse."

Dreyse simpered. "Come on, I'm serious. Have you ever heard of an MP who wanted to do his job? There's Commander Dawk, but he's hardly around, is he?"

Leonhardt hmphed into her coffee.

“Anyways, that's not what I wanted to tell you. I heard that Eren Jaeger's been made an honorary Scout. They’ve got him locked up someplace. I think it’s Castle Elsnir, the old Scouting Legion HQ. Over to the east of Trost." Leonhardt hummed noncommittally. “He was in your training division, wasn't he? What was he like?”

Leonhardt shrugged. “He was very interested in joining the Scouting Legion. I thought that he’d make a good captain if he didn't get himself killed first.” As she turned, Dreyse looked a little underwhelmed. “Why?”

Dreyse shrugged. “I just wondered, is all.” Leonhardt wasn't sure what to make of such a concession. A person like Dreyse didn’t do anything by half-measures. "But, God, it's a horrible idea, isn't it? A human turning into one of those things."

If the Military Police had their way, Private Jaeger would’ve been sentenced to a firing squad.

“Yeah,” said Leonhardt. “It’s like nothing I could imagine.”

[levi4mikasa]

The first date.....

Mikasa adjusted her kimono, pulse quickening in anticipation. After years apart, finally she'd see Levi again. She hoped to impress him after everything they'd been through.

Levi gripped his motorcycle handles tightly as Mikasa's home drew near. He wondered if he looked alright, wanting to charm her on their long-awaited date.

Nerves and excitement filled them both. So much time had passed, but now their paths were crossing again.

Tonight marked a new beginning. Their hearts had been intertwined by fate long ago. Now finally they could reconnect and explore those feelings.

After the war had split them apart, this magical night would bring them back together. The wait was nearly over.

[arminsumi]

The Detectives

Oneshot / E. Jaeger

"Sweets..." Eren called sarcastically, looking directly at you, hands still on the steering wheel.

"Let's at least solve this murder case before we start one ourselves." He said.

Summary;

You and Eren are both detectives; your superiors, Hange and Levi, decided that despite your turbulent relationship, you work incredibly well together.

Your lack of seriousness to the case and bubbly + nympho personality vexes Eren.

To make things worse, Mikasa now holds a grudge against you. Topping it all off, Eren pried your intimate grip off of his best friend, Armin.

Let's see if two detectives can solve a murder case when they're well on their way to creating a new one themselves.

Cws; Profanity, mentions murder (I mean... obviously, you're detectives), a bit typical and cheesy at times

"Still wracking your brain at this hour?"

Reiner's voice gently rumbled into your ears, stealing your attention from your puzzling evidence documents.

You shrugged and smiled lamely in response.

Leaning against the wall of your cubicle, Reiner shook his head at you, "Everyone else got off work ages ago; you ought to take rest, too, you've been working too hard."

"Ah, you're right." You sighed, slapping closed the document folder that was previously spread out on your desk.

You stretched and groaned whimsically; it was a habit you'd formed, to play with the boy's ears.

Reiner took up small talk with you while you lackadaisically cleaned up your desk.

"Is it still looking bleak?" He asked, regarding the investigation.

"Yeah, it sure is. So far nothing makes sense." You sighed. "It would be great if I had a partner to work with." You said loud enough for Eren to hear.

There was a bout of silence wherein you expected Eren to respond or even look over at you from his little cubicle. You dramatically clicked your tongue after there was a response of silence from Eren.

Reiner was still leaning against the cubicle wall, pressing out a smile between his lips.

You surrendered to the messiness of your desk and strapped your handbag over your shoulder.

"Ah, chipped already?" You observed your freshly chipped red nails, "Eren," You called to him cheekily, and he lifted his gaze from his own documents, "If I solve this case all by myself, you're going to pay for my pedicure."

"Mhm." He hummed disinterestedly, returning his gaze right back to his documents.

Eren wasn't the type to joke or goof around, just like Mika.

They would have been great partners on this case, you thought...

Ah, why did you have to do this to us, Hange?

One week ago

Levi was against the idea, but Hange persisted.

"They'll get it done. I know them, alright? Ah, come on, Levi, put some trust in them, will you."

He tsked, arms folded and eyes narrowed, "They're going to create a whole new murder case. Have you ever seen them getting along? I haven't. This gamble of yours feels reminiscent of Erwin."

"Really?" Hange smiled, "I guess I'm taking after him."

"It's funny now, Hange, but give it a week and you'll see the detriment."

Hange wasn't really listening to Levi anymore; they were peering through the blinds of their office window, straining their ears to overhear whatever it was that you and Eren were arguing about by the water cooler.

He was giving his unwanted opinion of your nympho lifestyle, as he often did. Everyone else's lifestyles didn't get policed by him, but when it came to you, he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Levi and Hange looked at each other and listened to you and Eren go at it.

"God damn you!" You were yelling at Eren now.

Levi shook his head and heaved a tremendous sigh, then rose from his hunched sitting position on Hange's desk.

" 'Put some trust in them', huh?" He sighed. Hange's lips pursed together.

Present-day

You stopped your steps a few meters away from the bakey.

"We're wasting our time here." You said, eyes squinting at the dangling sign above.

"We're investigating, Y/n; this is our job." Eren said flatly, "But I know," He continued sarcastically, "You'd rather be sucking your promotion out of Levi."

You quickly snapped at him, "Ah fucking hell! I was just joking, you damn crow!"

"Anyways," Eren added, ignoring your insult entirely, "The owner here knew our guy. I'm sure we can shake something out of him."

The hem of Eren's black coat scraped the sidewalk concrete as he headed inside the brightly-lit bakery. You watched after him, rubbing your tongue into your cheek, bathing in the annoying atmosphere that he stirred.

"Ah, God damn... fine." You groaned under your breath, then followed in his steps.

You took a stand besides Eren's imposing frame, feeling like a child tagging along rather than his partner. Upon taking a deep inhale and looking around, the atmosphere of the bakery replaced the annoyance that Eren has previously stirred. Both the neutral-earthy tones of the bakery's palette and its enticing fresh bread scent acted as a balm to your nerves.

"Smells good." You commented under your breath, flitting your eyes around.

Eren headed for the paying counter to speak with the employee about talking to the owner, but you were unbothered and wandered over to the bakery's beaming display case. Golden pastries and breads were neatly tucked into place, begging for you to give in and buy them all.

By the time Eren regrouped with you, you had bought two soot-black coffees and overly-sweet pastries to pair with it. He gave you a disappointed frown, then took a seat with you at a secluded table.

"Well?" You looked at him expectantly.

He focused his eyes into his coffee as if it had answers to the case swimming within the blackness.

After a bout of his analytical silence, you spoke up again.

"Oh, does the coffee know the killer?" You attempted a joke.

Eren ignored this and then said, "I asked to see the owner. He should be coming soon."

You laughed. Eren knew why. He let out an exasperated sound and quietly finished his coffee.

In order to annoy him to the fullest, you decided to recede back into your serious detective persona when the owner came out the back-end of the bakery.

You extended your hand and formally introduced yourself to him.

"Did you know him well?" You asked, among other typical questions.

It seemed that he was evading giving you valuable answers.

Although you were praised for being a gentle-spoken person by your friends at the office, it was times like this where you realized it was more detrimental than beneficial.

Eren stepped in, firm voice filling the air, "She didn't ask you for your life story, she asked if you knew him; did you? Was he a friend? A regular customer?"

When the owner started blubbering, Eren gave a flat look and spoke, "Do you think we're here to waste your time? That would be wasting our time, too, and our time is far more precious than yours."

The owner finally opened up, informing you two that the victim was merely a regular customer who acted awfully rude to him.

You could tell that further attempts to press the owner were futile efforts, so you subtly urged that the two of you leave.

"Eren." You said, and nodded for the two of you to finally leave.

The two of you left the bakery and retreated into Eren's beat up, sticker-adorned truck. He hated this thing with a passion, and it jolted so much when on the road that you'd be jiggling around together like in a ridiculous movie scene.

It was a hot summer; the blasting aircon barely helped to cool the incessant sweat of your body.

"What are we supposed to make of that?" You whined frustratedly, kicking your legs around.

Eren glanced at you with contempt.

You muttered what the owner had disclosed as if it would cause a eureka moment, "God, everyone in this city is fucking useless." You groaned, "Who the hell murders a man while he's sleep, anyways?"

"Alright, stop bleating, you're annoying." Eren sighed.

"I'm not bleating..." You mumbled.

You closed your eyes and shimmied down the plaid seat, "And a hot CEO at that... what a crime."

Eren gave you a disgusted side-eye, so you quickly added, "Joking, I'm joking! Fuck..."

He turned the keys in the ignition; the truck rumbled to life. He began looking behind him while pulling out the parallel parking space.

It wasn't the engine's roar that brought on your eureka moment, but the flapping remnants of an advertisement flyer on the light pole.

"The docks!" You slapped the dashboard.

Eren looked over at you, halting the process of pulling out of the parking spot, "What about the docks?"

"We've got to go there." You said, "I just... feel like we should, I mean."

Eren heaved a sigh at you, "You feel like we should?" He repeated almost incredulously.

"I have a hunch." You said.

He scoffed, "You're not Armin, you can't just go off of your hunches like he does."

You drew in a deep breath and squinted over at Eren.

His manbun was deliciously sloppy, spilling out strands over his face in a way that made you want to hop on top of him and eat him up.

"Get us to the damn docks, Eren." You said again.

He succumbed and continued pulling out of the parking spot, steering into the home-time traffic that the two of you so often got held up in.

Eren's eyes were alight with the golden hour's rays. You couldn't stand the fact that he was so sorely handsome, yet so hard to get. He showed zero interest in your sexual advances, so you entirely gave up on trying further.

The whole ride to the docks you kept squeezing your thighs together tightly. You'd never have noticed, but Eren glanced over and noticed this. Something about going on aimless chases all over the city for this investigation filled him with an excitement.

Night descended, the dock's lights gleamed as you rolled to a slow halt by the cargo.

You stepped out into the 'fresh' air; it was filled with pollution, a repugnant fish-and-traffic smell wafted by, but this was as fresh as it was gonna get in a big city.

"Eren, stretch your legs a bit." You urged, adding, "Get some fresh pollution."

It was the first time that Eren's face hinted at being amused by one of your jokes. It was merely shadow of a smile drifting across his face, but it was enough to make you feel good.

You two wandered the docks, seemingly aimlessly, but your gut told you that something important was here. It was an enigmatic feeling, almost like a premonition that was struggling to reach you.

Of course, you began doubting yourself because of how Eren had put you down earlier.

"Hey," You kicked the tip of his shoe, and he paid you attention, "Why'd you have to say that earlier? I know I'm not Armin... but, you know, there's no need to make me feel even more insecure..." You trailed off.

There was a silence only occupied by the rumbling of both distant waves and city traffic.

"Sorry." He said, finally looking at you.

Your gaze rose to meet him. It was impossible to decipher anything from his deadpan.

"Sorry...? Sorry doesn't cut it. You've been an awful partner." You sighed.

Eren idled closer to you. You were excited by the slowly closing distance between the two of you. His whole feeling engulfed you, that's the only way you could describe it to yourself; he captured you in his heavy, brooding feeling.

Heavy, brooding, but somewhere there was a sultriness that both of you recognized from the very beginning of your relationship, however your denial scooped you away from embracing this.

"Have I been that bad?" He said, speaking in a low murmur.

The waves beneath the docks rippled noisily. You just stood before Eren, utterly captivated by his green eyes; sometimes, the light hit them at such a perfect angle that they seemed to glow.

"Yeah. You have. You're possibly the worst partner I've had to work with." You huffed.

"Mhm, I'm sure. You must miss working with Armin. He's easier to wrap around your finger than I am, right? Isn't that what you hate about me?"

You immediately became defensive despite knowing he was right.

When you worked with Armin a while back, you had him entirely wrapped around your finger; he hopped at your every beckon and call.

Everyone at work knew that you two were sharing more than what co-workers should be sharing, yet no one cared enough to disrupt it. Besides, they all liked you so much that they didn't want to appear rude by commenting.

Only when Eren whispered in Armin's ear about your supposed nympho lifestyle, did everything fall apart. He saw right through you, he knew you were playing with his best friend just for the fun of it.

"God damn you..." You said bitterly, then sighed, "God... never mind, I'm too tired to — fuck!" Your sentence was interrupted, and you wailed in surprise, spotting something horrific floating along the waves below the docks.

"Too tired to fuck? See, that's a good joke." Eren laughed, "A nympho being too tired to fuck..."

"No, look..." You said, pointing, voice wrung with disgust at the sight of a body; half sunk in the water by the weight of death.

"Shit." Eren sighed exasperatedly after seeing what you saw.

Within one week of the last murder, another popped up, so adding even more to yours and Eren's plate. Great, you thought.

Something about your line of work demanded humor, or else it would be so grim you'd die.

"Ah, Eren, you were wrong, see? My hunches are correct." You joked when the two of you set off down the highway, on your way back to the station to report this.

"Please shut up." He sighed. You didn't; you wanted to rub it in his face that you were right for once.

You two reached the station and Eren turned the car off.

"Armin and I would have been great together, see?" You said spitefully.

There was a judging silence that descended over you, but it barely made you regret striking up this argument.

"I'm glad I protected my best friend from you." He said.

You laughed, "You make me sound like I'm the murderer!"

Eren didn't find this amusing. You pushed him further, even though at this point you could feel the heat of his temper radiating off of him.

He drew his gaze away from the station in front of the car, then turned to face you.

"Sweets..." Eren called sarcastically, looking directly at you, hands still on the steering wheel.

"Let's at least solve this murder case before we start one ourselves." He said.

[oggirlboss]

༺ ♰ ༻ eat! ༺ ♰ ༻

pairing[s]: rich! yandere!levi ackerman x anorexic!afab!reader

warning[s]: disordered eating, insecurities, and implied [light] stalking.

summary: reader struggles with eating healthily and levi isn't blind to it.

artwork belongs to gemmsenn on twitter [i refuse to call it x]

word count: idk, work with me here

the last bell of the day resonated in the hazy minds of everyone in the classroom. the teacher sighed, quickly jotting down the page numbers for the upcoming homework assignment while everyone scrambled to put their school supplies away into their backpack. you piled all your books into your bag and slung it over your shoulder as you morphed into the crowd that was forming at the door, pushing and shoving past each other into the hallway. you tried your best to weave through the sea of people, carefully maneuvering yourself to avoid all contact with unwanted persons. upon emerging into the sunlit courtyard, you began your trek back home. it's roughly two miles to get from school to your house, but the walk home wasn't very familiar yet. you started walking to and from school at the beginning of this week so you could get some extra exercise in each morning and afternoon. you were glad for the opportunity it provided you and your mother because she didn't have to worry about driving you, and you didn't have to worry about her pestering you into eating breakfast before you left for school. it allowed her to get a good night's sleep everyday, which she really needed after she started working a combined afternoon and evening shift at the local diner in order to put away some money for your college fund.

she's such a good mom. you smiled at the thought. she deserves a better daughter. 

these self-deprecating thoughts washed over you in waves, and if you didn't snap yourself out of it, you would be caught in a lethal undertow. just as you closed your eyes to submit to the numbing feeling, you heard a car engine purr to life, and were startled to see it heading your direction, going faster and faster by the second. it screeched to a halt beside where you stood on the sidewalk, suspense held a tight grip on your bones as the driver's window slowly rolled down, the inky blackness inside the car becoming exposed to the sunlight that illuminated the world outside of it.

"oi, [l/n]!" a deep voice sounded from inside the car, it made you uneasy that this random person knew your name, but something about it was strikingly familiar. you tried to remember who this person could be, but before you could could actually think, the driver leaned his head out the window to smile up at you.

"levi?" you hunch over and grip the straps of your backpack tightly. levi was the vice president of the student council and the co-founder of a food bank on the outskirts of town. levi ackerman was also notoriously known around school for the large sum of money he inherited from his deceased uncle kenny. levi and his mother used to be nobodies that lived in the less savory parts of town, but now they owned the biggest mansion on sina avenue, where all of the other rich people lived. it was also thirteen miles in the opposite direction. "what are you doing here? don't you live on the other side of town?" you didn't mean to sound rude, but his behavior was a little weird.

"oh." levi let a faint blush dust his cheeks. he didn't think you knew that about him, but he was pleased that he had gained a big enough reputation at school for you to notice him. after all, he had worked very hard for it. "in all honesty, i was following you. you looked lonely and i wanted to offer you a ride home."

"that's nice of you." you smiled, thinking of a way to decline without being rude.

"is it?" his head tilted to the side as a weary smile graced his features.

 "i mean... yeah." maybe it was your imagination, but something about him was a little off-putting. you'd thought it was weird how during lunch today you turned around to look at levi and saw that he'd already been staring at you. it was odd to see that the day after you lost your chapstick, he started using the same brand. it was unsettling to see that he was always reading a book that you had read before and placed on the bookshelf in your room. it was all just too weird for your liking, but you were raised to trust your intuition. "i'm fine, thank you for the offer though. have a nice afternoon." you quickly spoke out before walking briskly in the other direction.

"wait!" he shouted. slowly following you with his car. "please let me drive you home. i don't want you walking alone on the side of the road."

"it's really no problem. it's how i've always gotten home." a harmless lie, but it couldn't be helped. you needed to get this guy off your tail. he let out an exasperated sigh.

"please, [y/n]. get in the car." you didn't want to be mean to him, since he's never been anything but nice to you. you really were getting too soft. wordlessly, you walked around and sat in the passengers seat of his car. he smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. "thank you."

his car had an all black interior, and his bag was in the back seat. you pulled the straps off your back and leaned over the console to place yours beside his. he couldn't stop himself from admiring the swell of your breasts as your back arched to reach where you wanted to place your backpack. he waited patiently for you to buckle your seatbelt before driving off. you thought it would be best to pursue a conversation rather than sit in an awkward silence. you pondered over a question to ask him as he drummed his fingers against the steering wheel.

"what kind of music do you listen to?" you inwardly applauded yourself for the excellent on the spot question.

"i try not to listen to music very often. it's distracting."

"oh." maybe your attempt to make conversation wasn't as excellent as you thought. you didn't excel in small talk, and your small circle of friends definitely proved that. it's not like they weren't good people, but sometimes they spread rumors about you and even say disgusting things to your face. sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. your earliest memory was your mother bandaging up your scraped knee after mikasa ackerman pushed you to the ground and called you nasty names. that lesson was ingrained in your mind, but it's message never rang true. words do hurt. they sit in a boiling pot in your brain until it spills over the edge, scalding everyone it touches. it was becoming more and more difficult to keep focus lately, your mind was barely holding on by a thread. there was white noise filling up the car, distracting you from everything that existed outside of your thoughts. you didn't even notice he was talking until he poked your shoulder. shaking yourself out of your stupor, you looked over at levi with a dazed look on your face.

"i'm sorry, did you say something?"

"i asked if you wanted to grab some food along the way." he tilted his head, wondering where your focus had gone for those few seconds. it may have been a bit weird, but it didn't raise any alarm in him. meanwhile you were panicking at the thought of food. 

"no no no. i'm good." you hurriedly stated. "thanks for the offer though."

       "really?" levi asked, looking down at the way you held your shrunken stomach. "because it's no problem."

"no, i promise i'm not hungry at all." he must've seen through your façade, his eyebrows furrowed as he scrutinized how odd you were acting.

"not even if it's fast food? i promise it won't take any time at all."

"no. no, i just want to go home."

"please?" this immediate refusal of food was beginning to trouble him. what if there was something really wrong with you? "i insist."

you slowly began to understand that you weren't winning this battle. concessions needed to be made. "okay, i guess." levi visibly relaxed.

"alright, where do you want to eat?"

"anywhere should be fine."

"okay..." he paused as he thought of a restaurant you might like. "what about jack in the box?" you hissed at the thought of their high calorie menu.

"i dunno. what about panera bread?" you felt a bit guilty about the suggestion since it was so far away from where you were, but seeing levi's eyes light up at your choice made it all melt away.

perfect. he thought. the only panera bread is two towns away, it'll give me more time to spend with her. "that sounds wonderful. much better than anything i would have come up with." you smiled a bit at his kind words.

"thank you."

the drive there was less awkward from then on out. levi seemed very interested in hearing you talk about books you like, and sometimes he would chime in if he didn't understand what you were saying. you however were very excited to have someone who was willing to listen to your raving antics. at least levi payed attention to you, and didn't brush you to the side like your few friends did. once you reached the drive through, you told levi your order and he relayed it to the person on duty. he handed you your food and tore at the wrappings of his sandwich as he drove away. you set your soup in your lap, wrapping your hands around the warm sides of the plastic container. he frowned at this.

"you aren't going to eat it?" he asked as he took another bite.

"not yet." 

"but your soup will get cold?" you could have laughed at the innocent look in his eyes as he expressed his concern over your soup.

"oh, no. it'll be fine. i can just heat it up in the microwave when i get home." and before you knew it, you were already parked outside of your house. "this was fun. we should do it again." you smiled as levi nodded. he was already looking forward to it. you opened the door as you tried to exit the car, but you were probed by your curiosity to ask him the question that had been gnawing at you. "by the way, levi-" you turned around in your seat and met his cold eyes. dark brown hair fell over them, half obscuring his vision of you. he obviously needed to give himself a haircut. "how did you know where i live?"

"well, uh," he stalled trying to think of a good excuse. "i'm the vice president of the student council. it's only natural that i have access to the files of every student beneath my command and know their places of residence." you carefully saw through his defense.

"that doesn't sound like it would be nessacary to do your job though."

"what are you going to do? tell on me?" his words spoke of a challenge, but his eyes flaunted a certainty that reminded you that you stood powerless against the vice-president.

you bit your lip, hesitating to find the right answer. "i guess you're right." you grabbed your soup and your backpack and left him alone in his car. once you were back in the confines of your room, you thought back to your conversations with levi as you sipped at your cold soup.

levi's so pretty, but he'll never like you in that way unless you're skinny. there were some days where you saw the thicker girls on instagram and thought about how cute they were and how nice it would be to get back to a more stable weight, but other days made you feel disgusting for even considering that option. you used to be so passionate about losing weight and seeing the fat roll of your body. the lack of motivation to lose weight lately has turned you lazy, and it's gotten so bad that you've started to almost enjoy food again. there was a part of yourself that still harbored those thoughts, the ones that said it was better to be a combination of skinny and sad than fat and happy. but that didn't mean that you cared enough to change it.

most nights were spent crying into your pillow while scrolling through the saved thinspo on your phone and re-reading the underlined sections in your purchased copy of wintergirls by laurie halse-anderson. your mind always wandered off when you did these things. that was by far your biggest obstacle when it came to losing weight. the rational side of your brain tried to convince you that you were just like everyone else, and you deserved to eat just as much as they did. these thoughts were always drowned out by the self-deprecating ones. but that little seed that told you how worthy you were of food was always lingering, and sometimes you listened to it. of course you were overwhelmed with guilt when you binged, but that couldn't be helped. you needed to renew your vigor to stop eating so you can get to your goal weight. the hope that you could get smaller and prettier was the only thing that gave your life any meaning. it was by no means a life worth living, but it was yours. there were girls your age enjoying what life had to offer at parties and preparing for the rest of their lives in dim-lit libraries, but you didn't have the energy to spare much of either. instead you let the walls of your room cage you, and nested into the comforts of your bed as soon as you got home every night.

you couldn't afford to be doing those things now, not while you were fat. the bottle of laxatives rattled around in your backpack, but the sound was easy to ignore while your raging headache was at the forefront of your mind. it wasn't as if hadn't drank enough water to drown a fish today, and the three tylenol pills you swallowed in second period weren't helping to ease your pain at all.

all of this suffering will be worth it though when you get your new body. you'll be able to take pictures of yourself in the mirror and not feel embarrassed, and have boney hands that will look like they were picked off of a skeleton. you could sit daintily in levi's lap and feel him rub bruises into your staunch hipbones. but most of all you'll be pretty. you can finally look how you feel on the inside. but until then, you'll just have to suffer.

you were shivering down to your bones as you walked to school the next morning. you knew that you were more at risk for contracting an illness because of your abnormal eating habits, but as always, here you were placing your academics above your health. it was a struggle to open the wrought iron doors of school, the few people in the hallway oblivious to how you pulled and tugged at the handle to no avail. a scuffle of shoes behind you and a half-hearted sigh alerted you of the presence of a person beside you. "tch. can't even open a shitty door. you froze, recognizing the voice instantly. why did it have to be levi, of all people, to see you so weak? 

"ah, sorry about that." you said as you moved to the side, allowing him to open the door for the both of you. he ushered you inside, quickly taking notice of how thin your sweater was. you clearly couldn't take care of yourself. not if you couldn't even look over the damn weather report that said the temperature would drop below freezing today. he walked slowly, not wanting you to get too far behind him. before he knew what he was doing, he turned to his side to say some snide remark to you about your clear lack of athletic prowess, only to go pale as he sees you aren't even there. he turned around to see that you were still breathing heavily and leaning against the wall. he hurried back over to where you stood, providing an arm for you to cling to as he supported your weight. you must've been quite the sight for him to be staring at you so worried. "you're pale as death. you look like you've seen a ghost." you joked, hoping that he would laugh and ease your nerves, but he didn't. he continued staring at you unblinkingly, like you had sprouted a second head.

"there is something wrong with you." he spoke softly so only you could hear.

"wow." you put the remaining energy you had into laughing and throwing a light punch into his shoulder. "you sure know how to offend a girl. i didn't even know you could be so rude."

"that's not what i meant and you know it." there was a flaming intensity in his face, he was only a few steps away from looking furious, and with every joke you tried to crack he stepped closer to that line. "do you need me to take you to the infirmary?"

"no, i'll be alright. plus you must have heard the horror stories that are told about nurse jaeger. can you walk me to my next class though?" you smiled up at him weakly. the worried expression on his face dropped, he looked like he was back to his old self. back to not caring enough to show a single emotion. he let you hold onto his shoulder as he walked you closer and closer to the nurses office. "very funny. this doesn't look like a classroom." you said as he helped you settle into one of the beds.

"i'll wait with you until the nurse comes back." he said. a sudden shout from the hallway roused you out of your thoughts. you turned to see nurse jaeger chewing out a kid for running through the halls as she chased after him, also running in the hall. it was quite the sight. by the time she'd tired herself out, she had come back to her office trying to catch her breath.

"ah, levi." she swallowed some air heavily. "it's good to see you again. what are you here for?"

"[y/n] wasn't feeling very well, so i decided to bring her to you."

"is this true, [y/n]?" she said turning over to you, bringing her hand up to feel for your temperature. you nodded, not meeting her gaze.

"well i'll see what i can do." carla quickly set out to gather all her medical instruments and place them on the bed as she started to tend to you. the bright light she shined in your eyes was starting to give you a headache and the tongue depressor she shoved down your throat tasted like it had been used. she pushed the thermometer too far underneath your tongue and squeezed your arm too tight as she took your blood pressure. "well, the good news is that you don't have strep, but the bad news is you're running a low grade fever, and your blood pressure is astoundingly low." she sighed. "i'll call your mom to come pick you up." your eyes widened as you realized the severity of this situation. if your mom found out you were sick she'd spoon feed you her awful chicken soup and you didn't have the time or patience to deal with that. the calories that alone contained were enough to give you a headache.

"wait! you don't have to do that. i can walk myself home. promise." carla was surprised at your outburst, especially since excuses were the first thing out of your mouth. carla hated excuses.

"well tough titties, sister. she's getting a call." carla was just about to place her hand on the phone before levi spoke up.

"you know nurse jaeger,  i could walk [y/n] home and pump her full of advil and be back before school even starts." he pressed his index finger to the hollow of his chin while he thought about it. "and nobody would be the wiser." carla's brows furrowed as she sighed.

"i suppose that would be alright so long as you come straight back to school. no funny business." she waved her finger back and forth as she shook her head. 

"thank you, ma'am." levi said as he helped you out of bed and out into the hallway. you were long out of earshot when you decided to speak again.

"thanks." 

"for what? for helping you, or for getting carla to not call your mom?" he felt awkward trying to half carry you while others watched. "what was that about?"

"i guess i just don't want to bother her." you frowned at how pathetic you sounded. "she already does so much for me. i don't want to be a burden." levi opened the door for you and started ushering you towards the passengers side of his car.

"but she's your mother. you're allowed to be dependent on her, especially if you're sick."

"i know. i know. it's just, it's that, i don't want her to find out what i've been doing." levi tilted his head as he opened the car door  for you and buckled your seatbelt. he thought about all of his observations, everything he'd written down about what he's seen from you, and it wasn't like he had seen you doing anything wrong. you were his perfect angel.

"what do you mean by that?" you were halfway passed out, leaning against the window as he rushed to get you back home. you felt a migraine start to form as you tried your best to loosen your aching body. 

"i don't want my mom to find out i've stopped eating because i don't want her to worry." before you could comprehend what exactly you had said, you felt the momentum of the car halt to a complete stop. you were just at the exit of the school's property as levi put the car in park and turned to face you. shit. you were never going to make it home at this rate. you didn't mean for it to slip out so casually. your brain was just so foggy lately, and with this fever adding on to it, your thoughts were even more scattered. levi tried his best to remain calm as he thought of all the questions he had.

"why did you stop eating?" his brows furrowed. "is it to lose weight? i promise that you don't need to do that." you rubbed the tip of your shoes together and kept your gaze to the ground so you didn't have to look him in the eyes. you knew that if you looked into his eyes it would all feel too real, and that's when the tears would start. god, i'm such a crybaby. you thought as you pondered what your response would be to levi's question.

"it's less about losing the weight and more about experiencing what i'll have once i lose it."

"well what's that?"

"you know, people treat you nicer when you're skinny, and they call you pretty and stuff." your teeth pressed into your lip and were seconds away from drawing blood. "but that sounds stupid, doesn't it?" levi ignored your question entirely.

"is that it?" he sighed. "you want to be called pretty? i'll call you pretty right now and you won't have to lose the weight." your face scrunched together as you tried to think of another excuse.

"it's not just that, it will be easier to move without all the extra fat hanging off me, and i'll be able to fit in cute clothes, and i'll be able to sit in someone's lap without worrying about crushing them, and i'll have a flat tummy." you drummed your pointer finger on the tip of your chin as you tried to think of anything that would justify you starving yourself. "my ribcage will start sticking out more and i won't be insecure about having a double chin, because it'll get starved off my body. oh! and thin legs too. i really want to have skinny legs."

levi couldn't find it in himself to reply, he just stared at you with his mouth agape. how could you be so blind? how could you not see yourself the way that he sees you? "you don't need all of that." levi felt his voice crack more than he heard it.

"that doesn't mean i can't want it." your lips trembled as you felt the tears start to form. you knew this wasn't fucking normal, but you pretended to believe that there was no other option for you. "i want to be prettier, levi. i don't want to get better." you shifted around in your seat to face him and shoved your face into the crook of his neck. your arms wrapped around him and your heart plummeted when he didn't move to embrace you back. you just sobbed into his shoulder, getting the fabric of his nice shirt wet with your tears and snot. this was awful, but when he brought his arms up to hold you closer to him, you knew that this was the worst part. it wasn't the headaches or the purging or the memory loss. it was the feeling of being weak in front of the person you admired most that made the pain of every other part of life pale in comparison. you realized as you clung onto each other like a lifeline, that things couldn't get worse. you were comforted as you thought about how much better things could get if you kept levi by your side.

[reinersprozacbottle]

Might be a temporary thing but I have NAWT been able to imagine Levi with a woman like shjgkskflfshhd only asexual/ aromantic or with a man ((Erwin))