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dejwrld · 7 months ago

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⤷‧₊˚ extra credit comes with a price when it involves professor ackerman.

┊ •° ੈ ⋆° ┊ warning readers discretion is advised — female reader, female anatomy described, reader is black coded, grad student!reader, professor!levi, age gap (reader in late twenties while levi in thirties), praise kink, degradation kink, corruption kink, oral (character receiving), reader gives levi a mouth hug lol, dom!levi, told in 2nd pov, levi is 6'1 in my head and in this fic (he was made short because they didn't want him to outdo eren's face card), mdni

a repost from my old account.

The top of your black pen grazed over your lip as you stared at your current grade. Graduation was just around the corner, it was practically in the palm of your hand. But here it was sliding through your palm bit by bit as you watch your grade descend lower and lower for your physics course. You only blamed yourself. Registering for classes later than usual and was stuck with the professors that had a horrible rating on ratemyprofessor.com.

Your eyes never twitched in annoyance before reading the reviews and rating on Professor Ackerman’s. To rants about how hard his tests were, his harsh grading, and even locking the lecture hall door so late people couldn’t come in disturbing his teaching. You felt frustrated that this one course seemed to be the one to decide if you’ll be walking across the stage in a couple weeks. So, you sucked in your pride and decided to ask for the one thing Professor Ackerman wrote in bold letters on his syllabus that he does not give out.

Extra Credit.

Perhaps, you were wishing the worst as you sat in the library. Your pretty smooth thighs adjust in the seat to prevent the nervous squirming waiting for a reply. Your teeth were grazing at your lower lip as your fingers kept clicking to refresh your emails. When you saw the email, your mouth gaped open seeing that he approved giving you extra credit. You were mentally doing a happy dance as you concluded that this would be another semester of you being on the Dean’s List after Professor Ackerman’s extra credit.

You promptly responded that you’ll stop at his office before you leave campus to go home. Which you quickly got a response from Professor Ackerman. Your eyes scanned over the harsh email of him demanding you to come receive the work now because he refused to wait for a student that came to him demanding help. You let out an annoyed sigh and questioned how could such a harsh man still be a professor at your university. You packed up your stuff quickly and made your way to his office. As you were leaving, you nearly knocked down Historia and Ymir.

“I’m sorry you guys, gotta meet with Professor Ackerman.

,” You briefly said as you went to leave.

“Professor Ackerman? Gosh, the last person, who went to his office hours they dropped the class.” Historia mentioned. She toyed with the ends of her cream sweater.

“Yeah, I even heard they left his office crying,” Ymir even adds.

“Thank you guys, for making me nervous about picking up extra credit work,” You admitted as you watched them disappear into the library.

When you reached his office, you felt so nervous. Your hands shook just a little as your mind was racing with so many thoughts. You hoped you didn’t stumble on your own words as you accept the extra work. You had to walk in there with your head held high and thank him for even giving you the opportunity to get your grade up. However, when your body slid into his office majority of your thoughts went out the window and your brain grew fuzzy.

It wasn’t any secret that Professor Ackerman was drop-dead gorgeous. He aged like a fresh bottle of wine imported from Italy. Many students and faculty whispered among each other about him. Wondering if he had a lover at home or if he even socialize at all. He was a huge mystery.

“Professor Ackerman, I am here to collect the extra credit work you mentioned in your email,” You say.

Your fingers toyed with the ends of your skirt as your eyes were peering at him while he was grading papers. His eyes never bothered to look up at you, “Just sit down and give me a minute.” He uttered in annoyance.

You did what you were told, occupying the brown leather seat that sat in the corner of his nicely decorated office. Professor Ackerman let out a sigh of frustration, “Not there. Right here.” His hand that wasn’t holding the red ink ball pen motioned to the seat in front of his desk.

You quickly stood up going to the seat that was in front of his desk. He went back to grading the work on his desk as your curious eyes once again scanned his office. From the ancient artifacts that were decorating the shelves, the number of books he had, and even the one picture of him smiling with a group of friends. Which actually took you by shock even seeing him smiling at all.

“You know, I don’t really give out extra credit.” Professor Ackerman said as he finally placed his pen down to look at him.

His intimidating stare caused you to shift yourself in the seat you were sitting in. Your fingers toying with each other as you were searching for words to say. You were wondering how could you be so confident answering and refuting him in class, but now that the two of you were alone you were a flustered mess.

“Which I appreciate you for even offering it to me.” You answered truthfully.

You only gained a hum in response before he was back grading papers. “Do you know why I’m giving you extra credit (Y/N)?”

“I’m an excellent student in your class.” You answered truthfully. After all, last time you checked you did have the highest grade in his course.

“If you were so excellent, you wouldn’t be here for the extra credit.” He shot down your comment and that felt like a dagger pierced at your heart.

“Well then, I don’t know.” You shrugged your shoulders.

He placed the pen down once again just for him to look at you. Once again it felt like you were in the hot seat. He leaned back into his huge leather chair, “You have a pretty mouth.” He bluntly admitted.

His comment caused you to be so confused. But that was until he urged you on your knees right in front of him behind his large desk.

Your mind was racing with so many thoughts as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. The look of innocence painted your face as your hand rubbed at his clothed bulge through the charcoal grey-colored slacks he wore. A low chuckle escaped his lips as he was rolling up the sleeves of the white button-up he wore. When his sleeves were rolled up to his liking, he stared down at you. As if you were below him.

“Open your mouth.” He demanded.

You did what you were told. Opening your mouth open to show him your exposed tongue waiting for his next command.

The pad of his index and middle finger pressed against the flat of your tongue. Your eyes began to water as his slick digits only pushed further causing a pornographic gag to escape from the back of your throat. Professor Ackerman’s lips curled into a smirk as he removed his fingers, a string of saliva followed along with his digits as he went to unbutton his pants.

“Pretty smart girls like you deserve extra credit don’t you think?” Professor Ackerman questioned. His fingers toyed with the band of his Calvin Klein briefs now this his slacks were hanging loosely around his waist. “Answer me (Y/N).” He says as his thumb traced alongside your lower lip.

“Yes Professor Ackerman. A pretty smart girl like me deserves the extra credit.” You babbled.

“Mhm, I think so also. But my extra credit always comes with a price.” Professor Ackerman hummed as he tugged his cock out of his briefs. His member springing out with perfection and the only thing you could do was watch.

Your eyes lit up with eagerness and your mouth watering at the sight of his pretty cock. He kept it nicely shaved all the way down to his balls. The head of his cock was a flawless pink shade and it was shaped perfectly. You couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of his tip rubbing at your wet folds teasingly before sinking himself in you fully. But you knew that wasn’t going to happen. The way your knees were on the wooden floor as you waited for another command like a perfectly trained pet, Professor Ackerman wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction of feeling his cock inside you.

His hand grabbed a hold of his cock as he tapped at your lip gloss-covered lips. A devious smirk paced on his face before he was speaking once again, “Suck it really well and the extra credit is all yours (Y/N).” He cooed.

Your heart was pounding against your chest as his precum smeared against your lips. You perched yourself on your knees to get comfortable before leaning forward to attack. Your pretty lips wrap around the head of Profesor Levi’s cock tasting the saltiness of his precum. A low hiss escaped the professor’s lips as you could feel him shutter against your touch. Your hands then went up to massage his shaft while your tongue licked up and down the base of his cock. Saliva beginning to coat your hands as your head was bobbing up and down on Professor Ackerman’s cock.

The lewd sound of sucking echoed within Professor Ackerman’s office as you were going down on him. His fingers ran through his jet-black-colored hair as he was turning into a moaning mess before you. His face turned as red as a tomato with each stroke you did with your hands while your lips smothered his tip. Despite being on your knees and only touching the older man with your mouth, you could feel the amount of heat was radiating off his body. Which you knew he was only growing hot with each second when he was unbuttoning his shirt to toss it across his office.

He looked down at you with such a flustered look, it caused you to smirk as you were stroking him off trying to catch your breath. When he saw your smirk, he would return one right back at you But his was very more sinful. “Smart girls don’t use their hands. Stop using your hands.” He demanded.

As your hands that were covered in your own saliva dropped to your side, your eyes begin to water as you felt Professor Ackerman’s hips push forward. The pornographic gagging sound followed by more saliva coating his cock caused him to move even faster. Your tears begin to burn your eyes with each harsh thrust towards your face. Your saliva was dripping out your mouth like a dog and your tears were staining your cheeks testing out your waterproof makeup. Professor Ackerman’s right hand grasped at the back of your head before he’s pushing your head forward. His cock disappeared into your mouth bit by bit as you gagged aggressively. Your gagging sent vibrations around his cock causing Professor Ackerman to utter out a string of profanity words. The tip of your nose pressed against this happy trail with ease as your hand grasped at his toned thighs. Your fingernails dug into the skin of his thighs as he held your head down while his cock rested in the pit of your throat.

When he let go of your head, your head bounced back like a yo-yo. Your chest rose up and down as you were trying to catch your breath. A thick string of saliva connected from your pretty mouth to Professor Ackerman’s cock. Your hand wiped at your tears that were clouding your vision and you could feel your lace panties grow wet at the action that just happened. Professor Ackerman made you choke on his cock and you instantly grew soaked. Who would have thought?

“We’re not done yet doll,” Professor Ackerman uttered as he’s grabbing a hold of your head once more. Guiding you to suck once again, but this time he had both of his hands on the back of your head guiding your movements. “Such a pretty smart girl that can suck my cock so well.” He complimented.

“You look so stunning wrapped around me like this.” He praised through subtle grunts.

Your tongue swirled around his tip and that seemed to push the professor further off the edge.

“Keep doing that and I may cum right in that pretty mouth of yours.” He added.

As you kept sucking at his cock, your hand reached down to rub your wet folds through your panties. Professor Ackerman chuckled at your poor excuse of desperation. “Want me to touch you huh?”

With his cock in your mouth like a flavored popsicle, you would nod with enthusiasm. You needed him to touch you. You craved for his fingers to be the one rubbing at your puffy lips. But through your glossy wet eyes, you were met with Professor Ackerman’s cruel smile. He wasn’t going to give you what you wanted. Instead, you watched as he swooshed around his own spit in his mouth before letting the huge droplet of saliva travel down to his cock that still was in your mouth. His own spit landed on the shaft of his cock that wasn’t buried deep inside your mouth.

“Now use your hands if you want that extra credit (Y/N).” Professor Ackerman urged.

With eagerness, your hand clasped around his shaft and you begin to massage it at a rhythmic pace. Using his own saliva as lube while you sucked at his tip and massaged his shaft. Once in a while, your tongue dragged alongside the one vein that occupied the back of his cock before cupping at his ballsack.

“Fuck, that feels good.” He cursed. “I’m going to cum.”

As if that flipped a switch inside you, your mouth latched onto his ballsack while your hand massaged his shaft. Sucking fiercely enough to gain whimpers and groans from Professor Ackerman as his body began to shutter. You released yourself from his heavy balls with a pop before your went back to massaging his dick, your thumb pressing against his swollen tip once in a while.

“Please (Y/N)—”

“Please what Professor Ackerman,” You cooed while you kissed at his tip once again, your hands still gripping at his cock.

“The extra credit is all yours, just let me cum.” Levi urged as his hips bucked forward just to feel even more friction around his cock.

“I’m not stopping you from cumming Professor Ackerman.” You said as you pumped his cock in your hand. Imagining that perhaps your hand was your tight cunt wrapped around him.

Professor Ackerman uttered a word in German as thick ropes of his cum began to decorate your hand. Your hand slowed down at a steady pace with each pump of the creamy white substance decorated not only your hand but the blouse you were wearing.

Professor Ackerman plopped down on the large leather seat behind his desk as you climbed back off the ground. Your knees were bruised harshly, cum stained your blouse, and your throat still was grasping for recovery due to the way he pushed so aggressively towards you. You smooth down your skirt before picking up the folder filled with the extra credit worksheets. Smoothly letting them drop into your bag and going to make a quick exit. Frankly, you didn’t want to get caught by another student or even a faculty member. Your hand went to unlock the door, but you heard Professor Ackerman’s voice stop you.

“Are you stupid? Are you that much of a nuisance that you’ll go out like that?” Professor Ackerman said, he stood up shuffling to the small brown chest in the corner of his office. His nicely tailored dress pants hung loosely around his waist as went through it.

When he stood back up, he had a crewneck sweater shirt with the university name on it. However, this one was a bit different from the ones that were currently being sold in the bookstore. This was a vintage one, assuming it was from when Professor Ackerman graduated.

You tugged off your shirt with quickness and stuffed it into your bag and soon tugged on the sweatshirt. It lingered with that familiar cologne he wore. Eros by Versace.

“Please return both the work and my sweatshirt by the end of my office hours tomorrow.” Professor Ackerman bluntly said before he was cleaning up the mess the two of you had made.

“Yes, Professor Ackerman.” You respectfully responded before leaving his office.

The thing you just did for extra credit.

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animeficsworld · 1 year ago

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Loveable

Levi Ackerman x Reader

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Levi is a grumpy man. A grumpy old man.

There is no denying it.

He was never a fan of people and people tend to avoid him.

That is, until he met you.

Never before in his life did he consider having a partner. Never in his life he expected himself to end up in love.

It seemed foolish.

In this world, where Titans roamed, he knew it was only a matter of time for reality to catch up with him.

He feared he would leave you and die or worse, he would lose you.

Every time he left, he left a piece of himself outside the walls. It broke your heart to see.

So, it came as no surprise that he was grumpy. You wondered if he ever had any shine behind his eyes.

Anyone who saw as many people die as he did needed to cope with the pain. And this was his way of doing so. He didn't let people in, so he wouldn't care if he lost them.

Which wasn't true.

No matter how many times you cuddled, hugged or kissed him, he was always grumpy.

Every time he left, you prepared for the worst.

You were prepared for him to return with missing limbs or injuries. But you were also prepared for him not returning at all.

It was a part of loving him.

Even if he was an excellent soldier, you knew how it was, things could happen.

And one day, you were right.

After Eren finished with his plan. After the Rumbling took out everything and everyone beyond the walls, you were more terrified than ever.

And on top, Levi came back to you injured.

At least he came back.

At least you still had him.

You remembered how carefully you hugged him with shaking arms as you cried.

"You won." you kept repeating.

Won? No, not really.

He lost many, too many. And now, it felt like he lost himself.

It took a lot of time for you to help him.

His missing fingers often gave him phantom pain, and the scars on his face made him look like a monster.

Or rather he was convinced he looked like one.

You often found yourself wondering how to ease his pain, how to show him that it was okay.

He fought a war after all, you always doubted he would end up unphased by all of it.

The Queen was kind enough and gifted you a home and land with a beautiful view of the sunset.

You were always worried that he would be bored sitting on a porch for most of the day and not doing anything.

But he wasn't.

The tea collection in the kitchen kept him busy.

Then came the garden.

He had a specific plan on what to put where. You couldn't argue.

You were so happy. Having a normal and quiet life, you often visited the others.

However, the nightmares never left him. He often woke up in the middle of the night, or he didn't even sleep.

It broke your heart.

Every time you thought he was finally okay, another wave of insomnia would hit and your heart broke.

"At least I have you." he said one day when you asked him about it. "It is a lot easier having you here. The guilt, the insomnia... my fingers and face. It helps that you support me. I wonder, are you doing it out of pity?"

"Of course not!" your answer was immediate, you felt offended but you know he didn't mean it like that.

"I think, I like you very much." he said and you smiled.

"I love you too." you said as you moved closer to him on the bench outside on the porch, you watched the sunset as you leaned against him, his arm moved around you as you placed your head on his shoulder.

"It is really nice to be alive." he said and you let the silence fill in the space.

There was no need for words, you both understood.

Sometimes, he wasn't grumpy at all, he could be very sweet and loveable when he wanted to.

But only with you.

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delirious-donna · 3 months ago

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Sweet As A Grape [Part Three]

story summary: Levi isn’t hungry, or so that’s what he claims. A vampire must drink to survive, and his sire refuses to let the man give up without trying every trick up his sleeve. When a new ‘donor’ appears, one who is different from all the rest, will Levi be able to keep resisting?

pairing: Levi Ackerman (vampire) x female reader (human)

warnings: we're starting to cook with a little gas in this chapter, it stays mostly SFW with heavy NSFW implied, reader ends the chapter up close and very personal with Mr Ackerman, mentions of suicide (vampire), a very brief allusion to the argument regarding a person's right to choose to die (the two prev tags are heavy but these are not discussed in depth at this point in the story - this is a future heads up), mention of parental loss, lots of chat regarding blood drinking and the methods used, teasing of fear play, vampire lore

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Levi appeared more composed than the last time you saw him.

His dark hair was slicked back, and he clasped his hands behind his back whilst staring out the window displaying the majesty of the sprawling gardens below. For a moment, you admired his posture; spine straight and proud, chest slightly forward and his feet spread in what reminded you of a very militaristic stance.

He really was a handsome man, even when a scowl wrinkled his features and hardened those mesmerising grey eyes. A stiff white dress shirt was tucked into neat black trousers. With the top two buttons undone and no tie in sight, the outfit gave him the appearance of a businessman who had not long clocked off for the day.

It made you wonder what it might be like to have known him in a more traditional sense. Perhaps having met him in a bar frequented by office workers and finding the nerve to strike up a conversation after many weeks of admiring him from a safe distance. You gave a small shake of your head at how absurd the idea was. For how little you knew of Levi, socialising in loud overpopulated bars did not seem something he would have ever enjoyed.

“Something wrong?” Levi asked, tilting his head towards where you stood by the door. He gave you a look that made you feel like he already knew what you were thinking, and it only further cemented how right your train of thought was.

With a flush rushing across your cheeks, you moved further inside and glanced around. “No, of course not. What makes you say that?”

“Your heart rate spiked.”

“Oh… well, it’s hard to argue with a human lie detector,” you quipped back.

“Am I?”

You frowned in puzzlement. “Are you what?”

Levi finally turned fully to face you, his eyes followed your every step and focused on how your fingertips trailed the soft leather of the oxblood couch. “Am I human?”

“… I suppose the answer is both yes and no,” you mused, biting your lip at the weighty question. An ethical tête-à-tête was not what you had assumed would be on the agenda for this evening, but Levi had surprised you at every turn up ‘til now that to expect the unsuspected was becoming the norm.

“Unless I have my facts entirely wrong, all vampires were human once so I would still believe you to be human to a certain degree. Although I know it would be pretty dumb of me to think of you as only that. The world has been led to believe that being turned doesn’t change a person’s inherent personality, but I guess that could be lies told to soothe the nerves of us, mere humans.”

His lips twitched, a smile almost rising before he schooled his features back to neutrality. You still took it as a small victory.

“Interesting,” he replied mildly. His hand stretched out, perfectly pale with raised blue veins leading to knuckles that appeared rougher than you anticipated. It gave the allusion of someone who had used his fists a lot in his life, and again, you wondered about this man and who he really was. “Shall we sit?”

Erwin had insisted that the arranged date—although Levi was not keen on the term—would take place under his roof, another fact that grated at Levi’s nerves. The reasoning was sound given what had happened in the brief time you had spent with the man so far, and whilst he had wished to refuse the circumstances foisted on him, it made more sense for this to be a concession he conceded to.

The billiards room had become more of a gentleman’s clubroom over the last several decades, far more accustomed to informal meetings and underhanded deals than simple games of snooker. A plush leather couch centred the room with two matching armchairs positioned at either end. The actual billiards table was more towards the far away side of the room, handily near the well-stocked liquor cabinet and expensive cigar humidor, the latter leaving the remnants of tobacco lingering in the air and soaked into the walls.

If he concentrated long enough, Levi could perfectly recall moments spent in here with Erwin and Miche, sometimes Nile and Hange too. Better times… he thought, or at least times when no one was at each other’s throats, not like now.

Seated in the middle of the oxblood couch, you crossed one ankle over the other and waited to see where Levi would choose to sit. There was ample space on either side of you, which is why you had chosen the middle. You didn’t want to trap yourself in a corner so to speak, but in the end, it didn’t matter.

Levi sat in the armchair to your right. His thighs spread wide, and he smoothed a hand down the leg of his trousers as if there were some imaginary wrinkles in what you assumed to be expensive fabric. “Would you like a drink?”

You glanced at the crystal decanter set out on the table in front of you, ironically or not, it seemed three-quarters full of red wine and you couldn’t help but wonder if this was Erwin’s idea of humour.

As if sensing the direction of your thoughts, Levi gave a throaty chuckle that made you think of a standoffish feline finally coming close enough to rub against your leg. “I can assure you it is wine. Feeding blood to a human wouldn’t be wise, especially when everyone seems keen for you to be a match for me.”

“Right. It wouldn’t be much fun if I was to ruin this beautiful carpet by being sick. I’ll stick with the water, keep a clear head and all that.”

Levi inclined his head and stood to pour you a tall glass of iced water. He placed it on a coaster, and you chewed your lip, deciding if you would ask or not. The question weighed heavily on your shoulders, his comment only increasing the worry that was bearing down hard. There seemed to be this almost palpable air of desperation for this union to work… union felt like the wrong word but every time you considered it only transactional also felt wrong—even more so.

“Why is everyone so keen, and by everyone, I mean Mr Smith? He’s quite the character… I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like him.”

“You’re aware that I haven’t been drinking. There are a lot of reasons for that, and I wouldn’t want to bore you with the details,” he supplied after more than a second or two of silence. He had zero desire to lay out nearly half a century’s worth of infighting that led him to his current decision and even less desire to discuss his sire. There were other things he wasn’t going to tell you, but those memories remained locked away in the recesses of his mind—dark and full of cobweb-covered skeletons.

“I guess, in a nutshell, I’ve decided I don’t want to continue my existence. I’ve spent long enough wandering this earth and it’s time that I become a part of the soil instead.”

You blinked.

You blinked again.

Surely, you hadn’t heard him right. How could this man who appeared so alive despite his status as undead suddenly be snuffed out of existence? A lump lodged fast in your throat as past discussions and memories started to rush out faster than you could shut them down. This was effectively vampire suicide, and the old arguments about a person’s right to die resurfaced, the scars on your soul not yet healed.

“Hm. I didn’t take you for the selfish type,” you remarked, forcing your hand not to shake as you reached out for your glass of water. The icy liquid slid awkwardly down your throat, barely touching the burning itch.

“The… excuse me?”

“You heard me perfectly, isn’t that one of the traits that vampires boast about? I heard you could hear a pin drop in the next city if you tried.”

Levi visibly bristled. “Oh ho, and that’s all we are to you I suppose. A handful of parlour tricks in human form. Would you like to see me turn into a bat or walk on the ceiling next?”

“Selfish and touchy, noted,” you added, crossing and recrossing your legs whilst irritation prickled at your spine. It was stupid to let this colour your opinion of him, but knowing what you did, it was hard to set aside your experiences and more so your prejudices.

“Why is my decision regarding my existence selfish? In fact, forget it.” Levi threw his back into the armchair, seething at your childish reaction and not realising the irony of his own behaviour. “Even in terms of my mortal years, I’m older than you are. You’re young, you’re naïve, you’re—”

“Furious that I’m sitting here being insulted,” you interrupted with a derisive huff. “Why did you even ask to see me again when you so obviously aren’t interested in my blood or any blood for that matter?”

The song that had risen in volume and pitch from the moment he sensed you descending from the guest quarters upstairs was now a deafening war cry that spoke of retribution. The most beautiful, frenzied bloodbath of fury and might. He didn’t have to love you, nor did he have to like you, but he could not deny his attraction to the life force that flowed hot and fast through your veins. He was interested alright, very interested.

Long hours of the previous night had been spent pouring over textbooks in search of answers and all he had found was vampiric fairytales at best. The myth of a vampire meeting his blood singer and finding comfort from them in a way that was impossible from any other living or immortal creature. There was no mystical bond to speak of, no binding vow of love or even compassion. For some reason that had brought relief to Levi, although when he scratched the surface, he knew it was his inherent dislike of having events dictated to him at the root.

Fate was for the weak and Levi had never been weak.

“Do you have any idea how difficult it is to be starving whilst a five-course meal sits so close?” He asked slowly, calmly, although he felt far from it. “My insides are burning with the desire to pull you from that fucking couch and drape you over my lap whilst I feast from your neck… shit… maybe your breasts.”

He watched intently whilst you wriggled in your seat, shuffling surreptitiously to the side away from him like that would help in the slightest. The heat that radiated from your skin intensified, blood just below the surface and its sweet citrusy scent mingled with something heavier… oh.

Levi smiled, careful to show the sharp points of his canines which had not fully dropped from his gums but were still capable of inflicting enormous damage. You were aroused. There was a fire in you, and he liked that. He could kick himself for that very fact, but here he was, taking you in leisurely just to see you squirm.

“I-I don’t understand you,” you admitted, despising how breathy and subservient you sounded.

At every turn, he had snarled and lashed out like a cornered predator. He was an enigma, and this was not the job you thought it would be, had hoped it would be. You didn’t know your next move—whether you should cut your losses now and tap out for good or if there was even a chance at salvaging whatever kind of relationship this was becoming.

“No one does,” he said with a sad smile, “not even I do at times.”

“Is this how it normally goes or am I fucking this up?”

Levi ran a hand through his hair and sat forward, his elbows braced on his knees and his fingers steepled. “So, I was right when I said you were a vir—new to this.”

You nodded, cautious given how his smile had turned brighter.

“No. This is not how any kind of vampire – donor exchange usually goes. There are several options and it’s down to the participants, but I doubt many butt heads like we seem to. Do you want me to explain further? I would have thought this was something you knew coming into this gig.”

“I know that there are those that prefer to keep it purely transactional… they open your vein and drink until you ask them to stop, or they feel your heart slow. Some like to know their donor personally; likes, dislikes, career aspirations, taste in food, music etc.”

Levi listened whilst you spoke like you were running a seminar for new donors. He wouldn’t be surprised to learn you had memorised a recruitment pamphlet. His gaze wandered leisurely from your face down to the modest dress you had chosen to wear. The hem reached below your knee, very conservative, but he knew if you were to straddle his waist as he imagined, it would be forced to ride up and expose your thighs.

His tongue wet his lips and he wondered how long it had been since he had last spent time between someone’s thighs, whether it be to drink blood or the nectar of arousal… too long. He could compel you, but he didn’t want to. It was prohibited for any vampire to use mind tricks; most humans weren’t aware it was even possible, though the media and fiction speculated it was and the ones pulling the strings from the top wanted to keep it as purely speculation.

Levi knew that Erwin wouldn’t care, the means to an end rarely mattered and when that end would be to see Levi return to his side, it was even more reason to look the other way. Your mind was strong, of that he was certain, and there was likely no chance of invading through your mental defences without your suspicions rising.

However, above all else he wanted you to choose.

“Blah blah blah. Yes yes. And some like to enact their primal desires and have their little human donor run for their life through the woods,” Levi interjected with a cunning smile.

The colour drained from your face. You had heard of that, though it was supposed to be extremely rare and one of the most highly paid positions given the dangerous nature.

“Is that…?”

“No,” he answered, guessing your question. “Whilst the thrill of the hunt can be exhilarating, fear alters the taste and I prefer my blood on the sweet side.”

Thoughts of dashing through a thickly wooded forest in a white gauzy gown whilst Levi chased you down like a starved beast tumbled through your head. The fear he spoke of melted into something else, confusing and forbidden, but not unpleasant. You took a long gulp of the water, throat working fast but you reached the bottom of the glass all too quickly.

Levi canted his head. “I could… make an exception.” Two fingers rubbed across the width of his lips, thinking.

His body was reacting to the implications swirling in his mind and yours, not that he was reading your thoughts. Not that he needed to when they were so obviously written across your face and expressed in your not-so-subtle body language. Your hips swivelled in his direction, and your breathing became laboured which in turn forced your breasts to heave upward against the hold of your dress’s sweetheart neckline.

You were temptation wrapped in velvet. Temptation wrapped in velvet and only inches away.

He desperately needed to change the subject and regain the control that was slipping with every second that passed where you weren’t sitting on his lap as he wanted. His fingertips tightened into the leather of the armchair, the buttery soft material groaning from the exertion.

“Why did you choose to pursue this line of work? It’s not for the fainthearted,” he asked slowly, carefully choosing his words and tone to at least give the impression of calm control.

The unpredictable nature of this conversation was throwing you for a loop. You straightened, trying to compose yourself and articulate an answer that was honest but did not give away more than you intended. You had your reasons, and there were many, but some were more personal than others.

“Financial stability. I want to provide a retirement that my dad deserves and give me the breathing space to pursue dreams that might not be lucrative but will make me happy. Plus, I’ve always wondered what it might be like… y’know, to be bitten. I’ve heard it only hurts if the vampire wants it to hurt.”

You were holding back, but he could understand that. He wasn’t telling you everything so why should you?

“Retirement fund for just your father? What about your mother?”

A familiar stab of pain assaulted your heart, your smile faltering. “She died. Six years ago. It’s just me and Dad now, and I want him to give up his work so he can see out the rest of his years in peace after everything he went through.”

“My condolences,” Levi offered, inclining his head and choosing to move away from the subject. “We can prevent it from hurting—the bite, I mean. There are different ways to achieve the same effect, and like the act itself, we have our preferred methods.”

“And yours would be?” Sweat coated your palms despite the ambient temperature. Finally, you were getting somewhere.

“How about I demonstrate? Not that I am going to bite you right now, to be clear,” he quickly elaborated when your heart rate nearly shot through the roof.

Levi stretched out a hand, waiting to see if you would place yours within it. The decision only took half a second of thought. Your curiosity far outweighed the possible repercussions. One minute you were sat apart and the next you were blinking into eyes of swirling mercurial grey.

His hand anchored at your hip, fingertips squeezing with a firmness that told of his desire to keep you right there. Your dress was forced upward to accommodate the width of his posture, for a slighter-built man he had a way of imposing his presence regardless of actual size. Tentatively, your fingers brushed his shoulder and he glanced at your arm before meeting your eyes once more.

You had expected him to feel cool to the touch, but the truth couldn’t be further from that. Heat invaded your face at the proximity, a shyness brought your eyes down into a flutter of lashes and shallow breaths.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” Levi murmured.

Why you believed him unconditionally wasn’t apparent, but your slow nod came anyway as you gave in to your instincts. Exploratory fingertips traced across the now exposed skin of your thigh. You could feel the rough whorls of his prints in each sweep, callouses scratching pleasantly against the smoothness of your skin. A fire kindled low in your belly, a desire to fuel it further by leaning in and learning the subtle undertones of the cologne or soap he preferred barely held at bay.

“Can I… touch you too?”

“You already are. I would have stopped you if I wasn’t okay with it,” he assured.

“Mhm, okay.”

The words were more for your own reassurance than his. Without further thought, you brought your other hand to his hair and ran your fingers through the slicked-back length. Levi let his head fall back at the action, eyes falling low-lidded and his hips shifting beneath you. The blunt edges of your nails caught against his scalp as you worked them through and brought the front strands forward to frame his forehead.

“Better,” you mused quietly with a smile. “I like your hair loose.”

“That so? I’ll remember that.” Levi fought the urge to purr at the affection he had gone so long without. Your touch was cautious but attentive, it made him thicken behind his trousers until the bite of the restricting fabric was near unbearable.

He was barely resisting from burying his nose into the crook of your neck, already he could see the glisten of sweat decorate your décolleté and images of chasing a droplet with his tongue consumed his thoughts. The melody of your blood was different now that you were closer, more intimate. It weaved a song of desire around Levi and tightened the threads already surrounding his heart. This was meant to be a demonstration of how to make the experience of giving blood pleasurable, but somehow the reason you were sat here became obscured behind a yearning so intense it twisted his gut into knots.

“Is it always this intimate?” You asked and the question broke the spell enough that he could blink through the fog that had descended.

Levi shook his head and then thought better of it. “It can be. Not always. I prefer my partner to be aroused enough that they aren’t thinking about what I’m taking. Instead, they focus on what I’m giving them.”

“Giving…? Oh. T-That’s interesting. Uhm—do you have sex with your partners?”

“It has happened on occasion. Most of the time I feed them enough of the feelings associated with sexual pleasure that the physical act isn’t needed, nor do I usually want to take it that far. I could have demonstrated all of this without you leaving your seat,” he admitted without knowing why.

That made you pause. If he had the power to do that then why bother? Why have you this close and why let you touch him freely in return? Your brow furrowed only to be smoothed by his thumb stroking the crease between your eyes.

“I was curious if this intensity would continue or if the spell you’ve managed to weave would break if I could just get my hands on you,” he supplied without question.

You swallowed thickly, stubbornly ignoring the throbbing pulse between your legs. “And has it?”

His hand slid along your jaw and rounded to the back of your neck. The grip forced your mouth into an oval of surprise, damn near panting until he shook his head and pulled you in.

The moment his lips met yours, your world shifted on its axis and became engulfed in blue fire. It felt both right and wrong to step across this line so easily, so carelessly. You marvelled at how soft his kiss was, tentative and inquisitive all at once as he led you deeper down the rabbit hole.

Your hips dropped you closer to his pelvis, his hand tangled in your hair, one exploring your waist and the curve that led to the swell of your breasts. His touch set every inch of you alight, and you dared to push your tongue inside his mouth when he exhaled a sigh. You explored his teeth' sharp length, knowing that one false move would see your blood spill freely onto his awaiting tongue.

That was what broke him.

Levi grasped at your arms and tore his mouth from yours with a guttural gasp. His chest heaved from the fight that raged within. His gums tingled as his canines extended in preparation for a meal, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He wanted to. Every fibre of his being screamed for him to draw your neck taut and let his bite push you over the edge of euphoria. He knew that you would sound so fucking sweet, the sounds you elicited were already playing on repeat in his head and they would only be all the sweeter if he could get you naked beneath him.

“Not like this… it’s not fair.”

“Levi—if it helps, I want this.”

He shook his head with a bark of laughter. You didn’t know what you were saying, anyone would think the same but then again, he wasn’t using any compulsion over you. He hadn’t even tried to pierce the veil of your mind, so, maybe you did want this?

“You are going to be the death of me,” Levi admitted, letting his forehead rest against yours.

Swallowing his pride, he couldn’t let you leave without knowing you wouldn’t look for someone else within Erwin’s syndicate to offer your companionship to. He listened to the siren call a few seconds longer before leaning back and taking your chin between his fingers.

“Will you be mine?”

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mayajadewrites · 8 months ago

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I Wish I Hated You (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

summary: You don't do second chances. Especially after you gave your heart to Levi Ackerman, and he decided to throw it away so the next person has to repair the damage. Will Levi put his ego aside and finally admit his feelings for you are far deeper than you imagined? Or is a second chance out of the question?

warnings: eventual smut, this is a slow burn

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C H A P T E R O N E: G R I E F

this fanfic is inspired by ariana grande's new album: specifically the songs 'I wish I hated you', 'we can't be friends', and 'eternal sunshine'. enjoy! let me know what you think, comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated!

You wish you hated him.

The walls you let down to let him in - they need to be rebuilt brick by brick from his damage.

Levi Ackerman.

You should've known it would end up this way. After 2 years of dating, Levi didn't want to ever get married, let alone have you move in with him. He had his house, you had yours. You slept over most of the time anyways, so what was the difference?

Your lives are entirely different. Levi is the President of Smith Inc, along side his best friend Erwin Smith, who is the CEO. He has a large home, housekeepers, and spotless counters. You live in an apartment that's not ideal, but it's home. You've always had to work two jobs to stay afloat, even when Levi offered to give you money. You refused because you wanted to make your own income and not rely on anyone. You work at a coffee shop full time and you accept online writing gigs. Levi never understood why you cared so much about making your own money, but he accepted it.

As you sit on your full size bed in your favorite sweatsuit, tears start to fall from your eyes. You look at your nightstand and see a small framed photo of you and Levi from his birthday last year. He doesn't like to celebrate it since it's on Christmas, but you refused to not acknowledge his birthday. You bought a tea tasting set from his favorite tea shop and set up a paint and sip at your house, but with tea.

In the photo is you and Levi, where he's sipping tea out of his favorite cup that stays at your house, and you're smiling from ear to ear. Tears fell onto the glass, covering Levi's face. You use the pad on your thumb to wipe the tear away as you put the photo in your drawer.

Levi dropped off a box of your belongings while you were at work yesterday, leaving them on your dining table. He still had a key since you haven't heard the heart to ask for it back. Your entire life with Levi was in that box.

Your heard the vibration of your phone on your desk, the noise irritating you. It's been going off for a few hours, but you haven't had the mental capacity to answer it.

You walked over to your desk, secretly hoping it was Levi that was trying to get in touch with you.

Missed Call from Hange: 4

Of course its Hange. She means well, but she if nothing is persistent.

You press 'call back' and bring the phone to your ear.

"Finally!" You heard Hange on the other side of your phone. "I've been worried sick about you."

Hange works for Smith Inc, but she quickly became a friend to you after Levi reluctantly introduced you.

"I'm fine." You look down at your nails that are in desperate need of a manicure.

"That's code for I'm not fine at all and Levi Ackerman broke my heart."

You stayed silent.

"He's in a weird mood today. Like, way meaner than usual."

"Okay..." You waited for something else to be said. "Is that why you called me? To tell me he's acting weird?"

"Well I called you 4 times to make sure you were alive. I know Levi dropped off stuff to you yesterday, I heard him talking to Erwin about it."

"What did he say?" You were more interested than you wanted to be. You shouldn't care about the man who made your entire world shatter.

"He said that he went in your apartment and was expecting more of a mess, but that it was impeccably clean."

You roll your eyes so far back you swear you could see the past. "I picked up a few cleaning tips from him so I clean more often now."

"He also said he wanted to see if there was any trace of another man being in there."

"That would be none of his business. It's been a month since we broke up. He should know me well enough to know I wouldn't even let a man in my home that fast."

"He specifically said he wants to be the only man that's ever in your apartment."

This statement surprises you. The only man? He let you let him go. He had no problem letting the last 2 years obliterate into the universe. "Well that's not gonna happen. What's done is done, and I don't do second chances. I'll get the key back from him."

"You can try." Hange laughs. "Anyways, lets get drinks after work! I know you're off today."

You wince at the thought of getting ready and leaving your house. "Hange."

"Come on. I've let you rot in your bed for a month."

"Fine." You sigh. "Our usual spot?"

"You got it. See you soon!" Hange swiftly hung up. Everyone needs a friend like Hange - one that will let you sulk but will bring you back out of the dark place you were in.

Once 5pm hit, you grabbed your purse and looked at yourself in the full length mirror. You opted for a cropped white sweater, subtly ripped jeans and leopard loafers. Your hair was styled in lose waves that cascaded halfway down your back. You sighed looking at yourself, unfamiliar with the reflection. You've been depriving yourself of self care, letting your mind be consumed with thoughts of Levi: Why did he let you leave him? Did he ever care for you? Did he ever love you?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a text from Hange.

Hange: I'm heading over now!

You: Me too.

You pull up to the bar - watching Hange's car pull up at the same time. "Hi gorgeous!" She practically jumped on you. "You clean up so nice!"

"Thanks, Hange. This is the first time I've gotten actually dressed in weeks."

You and Hange share laughs and drinks, finally letting yourself let loose. After being so consumed by your own thoughts, it's nice to let your mind be at ease with the help of alcohol.

You're on your 3rd drink when you watch the door open to the bar and you see the raven haired man that destroyed your life.

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plutoccult · 11 months ago

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ALWAYS THE ARTIST, NEVER THE MUSE

pairing: eren yeager x gender neutral reader

description: you know you shouldn’t have let yourself fall for eren, but you did anyway, and it only left you with nothing but hurt when you knew his heart belonged to another. after months of torture, you finally have the strength to let go, granting you the happiness you so desperately needed back in your life.

word count: 1.7k

also available to read on my ao3 here

author’s note: happy december? no, angsty december. this particular one shot is a little personal for me because it’s based off a final conversation i had with someone who i essentially let have hold of my heart for far too long and finally had the strength to let go of them a few months ago. he’s like jake gyllenhaal minus the age gap. i say this because he gave me the ability to relate to the moment i knew aka not being there for my 21st birthday! insane! i did however make it less personal by giving it some how i met your mother vibes, but there’s still inklings of my personal life in it. writing helps me heal and express my feelings in a way that i’m comfortable with, so i feel good writing this as part of my healing journey? corny to use fanfiction for healing, but to each their own. sorry if this is too angsty, but imagine how my life has been LMAO. anyway, big shoutout to my friend @toorubobatea for beta reading this. i really wanted her to read it before i posted it, so thank you queen!! and now i hope you guys can enjoy it just like she did! mwah! and i’m tagging @jeanboyjean since she so kindly asked me to <3

you knew that the day you met eren yeager, your life would never be the same, but my god, did it your life turn upside down. pulled in so many different directions you couldn’t tell what was left or right anymore. you felt like you were losing yourself in the process, but you wanted more of him like you wanted to breathe air.

it was always a mistake. one beautiful, soul-crushing mistake. he’d lead you on with mixed signals and uncertainty, but you lived for the thrill because it was the only interesting thing going on in your life. it’s “for the plot”, as you’d always say. even if your friends told you a million times he was bad news and you would only get hurt in the end, you didn’t care.

he was just your friend, that’s what you two always claimed; just friends, but you always sensed a hint of a lie in those words. you couldn’t be just friends. not when he remembered everything you said down to what you had for lunch last week or that time your mother fainted as she watched you get stitches for the first time as a kid. not when he spoke to you everyday like clockwork, a routine that seemed to come easy. how could you ever be just friends? how could it not be more?

you were inevitably in love with eren yeager, and it crushed you when you realized he never once had those feelings for you. not only that, but he was in love with someone else; mikasa ackerman, his best friend since childhood. it all made perfect sense, and you wished you never met him in the first place. but even then, you couldn’t keep yourself away from him. as long as he didn’t know of your feelings, everything would be fine, right? oh, how you were so, so wrong.

you tortured yourself every time you spoke to him. you listened to him as he pined for mikasa, too scared to admit his feelings to her. of course you knew what it was like to be in that position, the one you wanted was sitting right in front of you and he didn’t seem to have a clue. it frustrated you so much, but even so, you’d rather have something instead of nothing with him. such a sad way to feel, such a sad way to live when you think about it now. always the artist, never the muse. constantly crafting for others, nothing ever created just for you.

you’d push those feelings deep down into the darkest pit of your heart, but no matter how hard you tried, it would all come back every time you saw his face or even thought of him. those thoughts of maybe if you were prettier, funnier, and just overall better plagued your mind, but you had to shake them away. one day, you knew, you’d ultimately become fed up and blow up about it. it was the only way you knew how, the only way you could be free.

so now here you were, sitting at your usual booth in your favorite bar—assuming it may no longer be yours after tonight—waiting for eren to arrive so you could talk. you assumed he could sense your seriousness and urgency when you texted him, but you figured so be it. one way or another, you’d do this.

he arrived like you expected. you refused to let him make you second guess yourself, so you kept your cool and acted as normal before you dropped the bomb on him. besides, the shot you took before he showed up was quite the help, plus the drink you swirled around in its glass now.

eren walked over to the bar to grab a drink before heading over to the booth, expecting you to stand up and greet him with a hug like always, but you remained in your seat, clutching your drink in your hands.

“hey, i got your text.” he said as he sat down across from you.

“i see that.” you reply. he noticed you were acting different, not like the y/n he knew. it was obvious you had something on your mind, and since he knew you so well, eren could sense you were going to spill your guts about something.

“what’s up? is something wrong?” eren asked. this was it.

“i just.” you pause. oh god, you were really doing this. “i just wanted to say that i’m done with whatever this is.”

he’s silent, he doesn’t know what to say. you feel like the words are all coming out like vomit. you almost wish you were spewing real vomit right now, but you weren’t quite drunk enough for that. you had to get through this hellish conversation first, at least.

“i’m done. i’m not going to make a fool out of myself anymore. i’m done trying. i’m giving up.” you say, tears threatening to stream down your face, but you fight them away. “i’m done exhausting myself of trying to be something i’ll never be because deep down i know i’ll never be yours.”

eren should’ve seen this coming. all those times you fell silent when he ranted to you about his love problems. you always wanted to scream in his face about how the one person in this world that actually wanted him was always right there, that it was you. even so, he could never give you what you wanted, and he felt like the worst person in the world because of it.

you wait for him to speak, but he doesn’t say anything. if this was going to be your final conversation, he might as well say something. “well, speak now or forever hold your peace because i’m clearly not holding mine.”

“i mean, it’s just not what i was expecting to hear.” eren finally spoke. “i’m just shocked.”

“trust me, i never expected to say it either, but if i’ve learned anything, it’s that i care too much.” you tearfully admit. “too much about you when i know where your heart belongs and it’s not with me.”

“i’m sorry, y/n. i never meant for things to get like this.” he said with sincerity, although you wondered if it was all a lie. “and you must know that there was never any hostile intentions behind any of my actions.”

“that’s funny. it always seemed like there was.” you looked down at your drink, quickly moving your gaze back to him as he spoke once more.

“no, you…” eren paused, trying to put the words together in the best way he could. even if he didn’t seem like it, he did care someway, somehow. “you’ve been there for me when i needed someone most and i’m really, really grateful for that, but i can’t give you what you want, and i’ve been unfair to you as a result. i’m sorry.”

huh. this really wasn’t what you were expecting. where’s the insults? where’s the twisting of your words? why is he actually being apologetic and taking accountability? you wanted to say this was crazy, but this is eren you’re talking about. you always knew he was too good. too good to ever be yours, even.

“you know, this is usually the part where you flip out and make it all my fault instead by calling me delusional and crazy.” you force a laugh. might as well laugh through the pain, right?

“i’m not gonna flip out.” eren said.

“why?” you question him.

“because i know i’ve done wrong by you.” he replied.

“well, that’s a shock.” you take a sip of your drink, tempted to chug it, but eren’s words shocked you into stopping the liquid from going past your lips.

“it shouldn’t have to be, y/n.” he frowned. “you deserve someone who won’t weigh you down. you deserve to move on, even if it’s not flattering for me.”

you set down your drink as you let out a sigh and briefly cover your face, rubbing your eyes before showing yourself once more. “i hate that you’re being so nice about this. i was expecting to yell at you or something.”

“do you want to?” eren asked you.

as much as past you would have loved to, you didn’t have the energy to be bitter anymore. “no… i’m okay. this is better.”

“you sure?”

“yeah, positive.” you say, followed by silence. there wasn’t much for you to say anymore, and you couldn’t beat on this dead horse any longer. it was time to finally say goodbye, no matter how much it pained you to do so. “um, i guess we should just end this here, huh?”

“yeah, guess so.” he looked away. this hurt eren too, but you both knew this was for the best. you’ll be thankful later down the road.

“would it be totally wrong to sneak in a taylor swift quote right now?” you ask, almost immediately regretting the question.

“no, go for it.”

“eh, maybe not. too corny.” you thought it would be best to keep those words to yourself. besides, it was too hard to pin it down to just one thing. he was worth a hundred songs, ones you may never listen to the same way, but that’s okay.

“she’s a wise, wise woman, you know.” eren said, a grin slowly creeping up on his face, despite the circumstances.

“yeah, she is.” you softly smile. at least you could end this on a little good note.

“goodbye, y/n. i wish you the best in everything.”

“goodbye, eren. i really hope you get her someday.”

and with that, you placed a twenty dollar bill on the table and left the bar, no longer claiming it as your favorite and leaving it to eren, along with your favorite place to sit. like with everything else in life, nothing lasts forever, nothing stays the same, and that’s okay. you knew that now.

it was such a strange feeling, having this weight lifted off your shoulders. you had been burdened with this boulder for so long you forgot what it felt like to be weightless. you were finally clean of eren yeager, light as a feather, but most importantly, happy, and freeing yourself of such delusions was the greatest gift you could ever receive.

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rivangel · 1 year ago

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AOT MANGA SPOILERS!

i think what Ymir Fritz was after her whole life (and afterlife) was true love. or at least proof of it.

(read ch122 for her full backstory (which is a masterclass in visual storytelling and storytelling in general) but...)

we don't learn a single thing about Ymir as a person beyond that she seems to long for love from the time she was a child.

also, she more than anyone (in the aot universe) knows endless, merciless suffering. from a very young age she knew the world was cruel.

that’s the reason in my mind that - after getting the power of the Titans - she didn’t rebel against the king. she didn’t run away. she did whatever the king asked of her because for once in her life she was wanted. even in this completely backwards and transactional way, all Ymir knows of love is this, even though it’s just slavery at its core.

so the king got married to her and she had her three daughters, who Ymir doesn't find love in either. it seems her children are more proof of her enslavement. Ymir doesn't even find that true love she wants in her own daughters. she's still miserable.

13 years after she got the power, there’s an attempt on the king’s life, without hesitation she protects him. she, effectively, is willing to face certain death to that end.

so we establish this. to Ymir, love = self-sacrifice.

i feel that Ymir finally reaches the end of her ability to "love" the king. this is her breaking point. her final misery among a thousand other miseries she's accepted from him.

she isn't loved. she was willing to give her life, and yet he doesn't love her.

after this rejection, she doesn’t heal herself. we know that in order to use the Titan powers, you have to have a goal (the way Eren learned to transform in The Spoon Incident and later, Reiner doing something similar to Ymir). but she was finished.

Ymir had the power to manufacture a dimension without life or death. the paths. and would spend 2,000 years there doing what she always did and obeying her “king” - the Eldian with the Founding Titan. she wouldn't serve her king directly anymore, but enslavement is Ymir's only definition of love, so that's what she will continue to do.

until she observes a true display of true love.

now (and this is interesting) this is where the concept of the Ackermans come in. i explain in this, this, and this post the Ackermans and the Ackerbond, which is important for understanding this post.

so first, why Mikasa? why would she specifically be the one to free Ymir?

at the time the chapter came out, people criticized Isayama and Eren not knowing how Mikasa was the key the giving Ymir peace. but think about it. Eren doesn't know the depths of Ymir's heart, true. he also got the same exact omnipotence Ymir had thanks to (1) possessing the Founding Titan and (2) effectively having royal blood thanks to the way he enslaved Zeke. Eren has the same exact knowledge that Uri or Frieda had.

but of course, Eren wasn’t BUILT to be god. he has no right to it. Grisha gave him the Founding Titan and he forced Zeke to use his royal blood. Eren says that he started experiencing the past, present, and future all at the same time. of course he wouldn’t know why it’s Mikasa.

what we do know is that the timeline of aot is linear, and can’t be changed. i talk more about that in my Eren character analysis.

the person to ultimately give Ymir peace was going to be Mikasa no matter what. how?

1: being an Ackerman means possessing Titan powers while being a human. would that not also mean that an Ackerman has a special connection to Ymir?

it's different from being a Titan shifter. the potential to awaken their Titan-like powers are their birthright.

2: I linked above my thoughts on the “Ackerbond”. but in a nutshell, Ackermans have the best of both worlds. made to be obedient “Titan-like” tools to protect the king. to be the strongest slaves. while also possessing the best trait of a human being, and that’s the ability to love (as Isayama conveys in aot). so a major trait in Ackermans, i think, is this enhanced ability and propensity to love one special person.

what’s so striking about this from what would be Ymir’s point of view is that, like her, Ackermans have the traits of a Titan like she did, but Ackermans CHOOSE who they are “enslaved” to. it’s not slavery at all. what a shock that must be to someone like Ymir, I mean right?

Levi and Mikasa have their respective moment of “a display of true love” towards their lieges in the series. i want to compare.

Erwin and Levi.

to be succinct, Levi shouldered the weight of Erwin’s sins. [i talk about it more here and in the second half of this post here]. Erwin puts not his life in Levi’s hands, but what comes after. someone putting their trust in their other even in the face of certain death, certain grief, is a major display of true love. (as Isayama conveys in aot that is.)

then, both despite and because of Levi’s love for Erwin, he was strong enough to end his suffering. to let him rest, even though he had the choice to bring him back. that is a major display of true love.

Erwin and Levi both sacrifice aspects of themselves for the other.

what do Levi’s and Mikasa’s moment both have in common?

the willingness to share the weight of their liege’s sins, their darkness, their shortcomings, their most vulnerable sides. that's unconditional love.

But Mikasa’s moment is even more special to Ymir.

Eren’s sins are obviously much more grievous and unforgivable than Erwin’s. that speaks more to how much value Mikasa’s “display of true love” has objectively. and, Mikasa wasn't able to "bring Eren back". (besides obvious plot reasons).

even though it was certain that Eren wasn’t going to be forgiven, that he would have to die, Mikasa’s love never wavered.

both despite and because of Mikasa’s love for Eren, she would be the one strong enough to end his suffering.

Mikasa and Eren both sacrifice aspects of themselves for the other.

Ymir had no one willing or strong enough to end her suffering.

Ymir believes true love is love enduring even in the face of certain grief through mutual sacrifice.

and that’s why she is seen smiling when Mikasa kills Eren. with that, Ymir is finally at peace.

#please reblog this it took so much work🥲#aot spoilers #snk spoilers #eruri #aot meta #snk manga #ymir fritz #ymir fritz aot #attack on titan meta #attack on titan manga #erwin x levi #eren x mikasa

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Until The End (Levi x Reader)- Chapter 22

[The Shiganshina District]

_____ A/N: Posted on Wattpad (@CLARE_875) but also decided to post here :)

Summary:

"You can push me away, but I will still fight by you, and I will still follow you… until the end."

The ever-so-stoic Levi Ackerman has only ever known the terrors that living in a cruel world could bring. This all changed one fateful day when he encountered [y/n]; a girl renowned for her looks and abnormal speed. As they escape the confines of the Underground together, they soon discover that freedom doesn't come easy in a world full of Titans. As they rise through the ranks, [y/n] becomes known as "Humanity's Angel", a beacon of hope to humanity as she melts the walls Levi had built around his heart. However, she has her secrets too, and a dark past that might just threaten to pull them apart.

The storyline and characters of Attack on Titan do NOT belong to me, but all to Hajime Isayama; however, I do own this story, and all that occurs disparate to that storyline.

[Series Masterlist] [Chapter Twenty-One] <--> [Chapter Twenty-Three] _____

Warnings: Canonical Violence

You sat with Hange with the other Team Leaders, listening as the announcement was made that tonight, the night before we set off to Shiganshina, there would be meat. You deadpan at the sudden intense silence. The Scouts look to each other in the dining hall eyeing the meat that was prepared for them like it was a token from the Gods. And then, all of a sudden noise filled the dining hall once again. You'd think they were more devoted to cutting perfect slices of meat than killing Titans, cause you swear you've never seen the Scouts so focused. Arguments filled the dining hall, punches were thrown and shouting was all you could hear, especially at the table with your squad. Sasha had bitten the entirety of their roasted meat whole, and now Jean and Connie were playing tug of war as they tried to pry it from her locked jaw, tears in their eyes and screaming. You watch as they now hold her unconscious form, still somehow reaching for the precious product. Everyone had gone insane.

You watched as one of the Squad leaders calmly sliced some of the meat on our table each of us taking a slice as we watched the Scouts lose their minds. "Hey, I think we've got casualties," one of the Leaders speaks up, as you all chew your meat, sweat dropping at the soldiers' antics. "Whose brilliant idea was it to serve meat?" Hange asks as their voice is muffled with the meat in their mouth. "Sorry. But we knew blowing the food budget for two months in one night would result in this." You simply smile and nod as you chew your bit of meat. You can't remember the last time you'd had such a delicacy before and you savoured the way it melted in your mouth. Your squad had now gagged and tied Sasha to a nearby post, finally, the noise dwindling as the Scouts calmed down and actually ate their meals.

You and the Squad Leaders now continue in a quiet conversation, going over the plans for tomorrow before changing the subject to simple small talk. "Hey [y/n], where's Levi?" Hange asks from next to you as they go for another piece of meat. "I'm not sure," you say, "he said he needed to finish off some paperwork and to go ahead." You shrugged as you chewed away continuing to eat what was probably the best meal you'd had in a long time, keeping some for Levi, just in case. "So~ how are the two of you going then?" Marlene, a female Leader who sat in front of you, speaks up eyeing you curiously. "What me and Levi?" You ask laughing a little, before going for another piece of your meal, "Fine, why do you ask?" One of the male Leaders looks up from his meal, blushing profusely, "So the two of you aren't together then?" He asks, strange determination on his face.

You tilt your head to the side slightly in confusion before Hange speaks up again from next to you, jabbing their fork in the direction of the Leader. "Huh? Are you stupid, of course they're together, haven't you heard them in their chambers in the middle of the night? Oh, Levi~ don't stop-" You punch Hange on the top of their head, flushing deep red. "Hange-" you say through gritted teeth as Marlene laughs in amusement, and the men on the table look like they've just heard their mother died. You sweatdrop looking at them as they cursed the Gods. "You guys are taking this way too personally," you say rolling your eyes, as they look at you, one of them clasping your hand as tears roll down his face. You try to escape their grip as they start stuttering out to you, "[y/n], please tell me I still have a ch-"

"What's going on."

You look up to see that Levi has finally joined you, aura dark as he eyes the man holding your hand whilst your other still holds a fork up, chewing on your meat. The Leader drops your hand instantly, scrambling and saying he needs to go somewhere as he runs off out of the dining hall. You sigh, wiping the hand that was held on your pants before turning to Levi who sat next to you and smiled. "I saved you some," you say quietly, pushing over his plate, as he nods to you gratefully. He surprises you when he gently squeezes the hand that the Scout Leader had just held, before releasing it. You grin up to him in adoration and he looks away trying to avoid your gaze. The both of you continue your meals until the meat has been wiped clean from your plates. But, just as the table finds a comfortable silence once again, you hear Eren and Jean start to shout out from their table, as a strange argument ensues.

"You're so full of yourself, you pig shit!"

"You trying to grow out the hair on your mane, horse face?!"

You watch as they start to punch eat other, as others gather to see what's going on. "Looks like something's started." One of the Leaders says from in front of you. "And here I told 'em to behave." Another muttered as you watched the two boys.

"If you insist on being so suicidal... I'll just have to kill you!"

"I'll have to take that to heart! You should start showing your mom some respect. Jean-boy!"

"Would you forget that?!"

You roll your eyes as their fight continues, but nobody stops them, not even Mikasa as she watches them with an almost serene expression on her face. Many minutes pass and you see their movements start to slacken, half-heartedly punching the other as though begging someone to come in and tell them to stop. You turn to your right as Levi lets out a deep sigh and stands up. You watch as he slowly walks over to the two. "Hey," you hear Levi mutter out darkly before he kicks Eren enough for him to fly across the room. He then turns to Jean and punches him in the gut, the both of them curling in on themselves as Levi finishes them both in one blow. "You're all too damn rowdy. Go to sleep. And clean that up!" You hear the rest of the Scouts shout out in confirmation as you decide to finish up too, moving to put your and Levi's plates away.

Soon after doing so, you decided to untie Sasha from her bounds as she yelled out, voice still muffled and face desperate. Afterwards, you wandered around the darkened streets as you tried to find where Levi had gone off to after the rowdy events of the night. You stop abruptly when you hear the voice of Mikasa. "Once we retake Wall Maria... and defeat all the enemies coming for us... will they come back? Those days..." You let out a gentle sigh at her words. You knew her sentiment, you had lost so many people on your journey to today. Furlan, Isabel, your squad, Miche, countless other soldiers. To think you despised the Underground, when they were probably your most treasured memories. "We'll bring it back." You hear Eren's voice ring through the silence. "But some things are forever changed. We'll make them pay for that." You hear Mikasa quietly agree.

"But there's more than that," Armin speaks up, "the sea... a salt lake so big that merchants could spend their whole lives and still not get all the salt. There's more than just Titans outside the walls. Fiery water, lands of ice, sandy snowfields... I joined the Scouts so I could see all that." There's a pause before he continues. "Let's start by seeing the sea! You still doubt that it's real Eren! You'll see! It does exist!" You hear the grin in Eren's voice as he replies to Armin's fiery words. "All right then. Guess we'll just have to go and see." You hear as the three of them start to get up, "It's a promise then! You have to!" Their voice dwindled in the distance as you shook your head and turned the corner, only to find the man you'd been looking for. Levi had his back to a wall, just near where the three young Scouts had been sitting. You knew he had been listening in as well.

He has a nostalgic look on his face, eyes staring straight ahead as you walk towards him and decide to sit down on his left. You lean your head against his shoulder and intertwine your hand with his letting silence consume the both of you. "They're just like us, all those years ago on the rooftops with Furlan and Isabel," you mutter out, a soft tone in your voice. You feel his hand tightly squeeze yours in agreement. You remember that night, looking at the starry sky, a night similar to tonight, talking about your dreams. You let the night go on. Both of you shrouded in your memories and the sorrow of the youthful naivety left behind. Both of you holding onto the other, the only thing left in the devastation of reality.

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The next day comes and goes, and now sunset is on the horizon, a symbol of your departure. You mounted [h/n] remembering the massive send-off the Scouts had provided earlier. Countless citizens shouted to you and the soldiers, exclaiming in their hope, their gratitude and their support. You had never seen anything like it, never seen humanity so validating in the Scout's endeavours. You trot to Levi who is also atop his horse, meeting his eyes as he looks at you, a silent sentiment shared between your gaze. Stay safe; Stay alive. Then you hear Erwin's booming voice echo through the tense silence. "The final operation to retake Wall Maria... will now commence!" You hear the uproar of those around you, and you're all off. Back into Titan territory. "Advance!"

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We break through the treeline after spending the entirety of the moonless evening travelling to Shiganshina, but then, we see it. At the breaking of dawn and as the sun's first rays touch the horizon, there in all its glory lay Wall Maria. It had been 5 years since that day when the lives of those within the walls were inevitably changed. 5 years, and today you would revert the fate that was bestowed upon all of you, sealing the inner and outer walls that surrounded Shiganshina. "Be on guard for Titans hiding in the shadows!" You hear Erwin's voice ring through the crowd as you make your descent, passing through abandoned homes. "Our operation begins now! All troops, switch to ODM gear!"

At his command, you go to stand on [h/n] readying your gear, and you see Levi do the same next to you. You pat your horse gently as you get up, "I'll see you later [h/n]," you mutter, as she neighs, somehow in acknowledgement. You let out a grim smile as you attach your ODM gear to the wall that now lies in front of you, Levi joining you as you both whisk your way above your horses and on top of the walls. You all make sure you have your hoods covering your faces as a deterrent from the enemy, not knowing who Eren is. By the time they find out, Eren would have the outer gate plugged. Your role, and the role of the squad was to make sure that Eren was able to do just that, unscathed.

"Don't stop! Head for the outer gate!" You hear Levi's voice shout to Eren after he sees him stop briefly to look down onto Shiganshina, his hometown. "Roger!" You hear the boy's voice ring through as you sprint towards the first hole left in the walls, keeping pace with Levi and not going too far ahead. Then, you switch to your ODM gear once more, using the walls to propel you to your destination. When you finally arrive, Levi joins you as you go to Hange who surveys the premises with unease in their eyes. "This is all too strange... Not a single Titan in sight?" You hear them say from next to you. They're right after all, strangely, you hadn't seen a Titan in hours, the last one being sleeping in the forest due to the lack of moonlight. Hange is right to be worried, not only had there been a lack of Titans, but also of the enemy: Reiner and Bertholdt.

"But we have to keep going." You hear Levi mutter out darkly. "Yeah, there's no reason to call it off." Hange agrees as they go for a green smoke signal, firing it in the air alongside other scattered Scouts in the area. With the green smoke rising, you see Eren approach the hole, readying for his transformation and the task of sealing the walls. His teeth latch onto the flesh of his hand once again, as he propels himself upwards and then down towards the breach in the wall. There is an overwhelming gold glow as your hair is pushed from your face at the impact, you see Eren's emerald eyes within his Titan's form, and then you see, the crystallisation starting to form. It starts from the ends of the Titan's body before consuming the entirety of it, you see as Eren reseals the wall once more.

Mikasa goes down to Eren's now human form that had escaped from his Titan before he too, was crystallised and brings him back up to the top of Wall Maria. "Don't let your guard down! Keep on the lookout!" Hange calls out to the Scouts around you, as they shout in confirmation, scattering along the walls. As you watch them survey, you look downwards with Levi to the Scouts next to the crystallised statue of Eren now protruding from where the hole used to be. "Is it sealed?!" You call out, to which one of the Scouts nod. "Success! It's plugged all right!" He and other Scouts then fire green smoke signals into the air again. One down, one to go.

"We'll head for the inner gate! While we're on the move, remember to hide your faces!" Hange yells out to us as we start to run across the walls again. You see that Eren now had Mikasa's cape on, having lost it in his transformation. You're still at unease though as you hear Eren's voice muttering out from next to you. "I really plugged the hole? And that easily...?" You hear Mikasa's voice come from behind you. "You did it. Believe in your own power." Levi's voice retorts hers as he speaks up from your opposite side. "Not yet!" You nod as you agree to Levi's sentiment, "No matter how much you plug it, they'll break the wall as long as they live. Until we kill Reiner, Betholdt and any other enemies, the operation to retake Wall Maria won't end."

"Of course... I know that!" Eren's voice responds to your eerie words as you continue on your way. You know the apprehension exists in the air at the prospect that you don't know where the enemy is, but a prolonged battle would be the Scout's downfall. We had to win this decisively, and with Armin and Erwin in charge of finding said enemy, you had no doubt the mystery of their absence would be solved soon. We continue along the walls spanning from the opposite side to now the inner gate, where a hole lays etched in its structure. Just as you think this mission will go forth uninterrupted, you hear the shot of another smoke signal ring through the air. You look up, it's Erwin. Red smoke rises from where he had his arm pointing upwards, clearing having set off his gun with the signal to halt the mission.

"All troops, scatter and stand by atop the wall!" Hange calls out from in front of us as we move upwards, on top of the walls again.

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You watch as Scouts now line the walls below you, using their swords to tap the walls looking for a hollow proportion. You know this must have been the idea of Armin, as he also joins them in looking for a possible hiding spot for the enemy. It needed to be a place where they would be able to react no matter when Eren approached; a position able to see everything... If that was anywhere, it had to be in the walls. Suddenly, you watch as a Scout below you stops his movements and you look down curiously, Levi by your side. Sure enough, he fires his gun. "Here! The cavity is here!" But before any of you can so much as breathe, a sword was protruding from the Scout's chest to his back, blood splurting out on impact. Then, you see a flash of blond hair and Armin's voice. "Reiner!"

You don't know what compels you to move, but you do, and you feel Levi does the same. But you're faster. You force yourself downwards in less than a second as Reiner looks at you in complete shock and fear before you shove one of your swords right down his throat, the other through his chest. You watch as his eyes slowly turn in the inside of his head. Yes, you've killed him. But before your relief can consume you, his irises flash back to you. You quickly retract your blades in shock and retreat to the walls as Levi approaches for the assist, flying down and cutting his arms from his body, before he joins you on the side of the wall, as you both look down at Reiner's bleeding form. "Shit!" You exclaim in frustration as see how Reiner's body is still able to move, but you are unable to do anything further, in case he transforms into a Titan.

"Tch is that another Titan Power?!" Levi shouts out. "So close! But we couldn't finish 'em!" You can't say anything as a gold glow consumes your features once again, Reiner transforming into his Armoured Titan that lies flat on the ground. "Keep on the lookout!" Erwin's voice calls from above. "Locate his allies!" But then, another thunderous impact shakes the walls. "[y/n]!" Levi calls out, as he offers an arm to stabilise you before the both of you head back up the wall. Your eyes widen with Levi's as he stays by your side, a luminous glow surrounding the walls and suddenly, in the distance, Titans are lined up. In the middle of their lineup is a Titan unlike any you had seen before; the beast Titan.

You watch as the beast reaches down for a boulder the size of 3 houses before lifting it into the air, holding it in a weird stance before flinging it in the direction of all of you. "Boulder incoming!" You hear the Commander's cry and feel Levi's fingers twitch in anxiety, his grip pulling you behind him, as you feel the impact ring through to your bones. Debris rises but as Levi's grip finally loosens you see that the boulder had not caused an impact on the Scouts but on the inner gate. Now rocks fill the entrance to Shiganshina, and horses are unable to pass. First, they would aim for the horses, surrounding and blocking our escape; annihilating you all... here.

Your eyes move to your surroundings before they lock onto Reiner's Armoured Titan and you go up to the Commander. "Erwin, he's going to climb up." Sure enough, the Armoured Titan suddenly crystallises the ends of its feet and hands. It readies to sprint to the walls before one of its feet causes impact and grasps onto Wall Maria with its crystalised claws, slowly making its way up. "All troops! Avoid clashing with the Armoured Titan!" The Commander demands. "Stay away from him!" The Scouts shout out in validation. "That quadruped type down there is an intelligent Titan." You follow Erwin's eyes to a Titan in the distance next to the other Titans that have suddenly appeared. It was on all fours, with an Abnormally long head. On its back, there was strange luggage. "There might even be others," Erwin continues.

But then, the Beast Titan lets out a horrific roar before raising its fist and pounding it to the ground, causing it to collapse. Then, the smaller Titans beside it start to make a move, running towards us in a weird frenzy. "They're moving! Multiple two to three meters approaching!" You clench your teeth in frustration. They seem to be targeting the horses, and if they do so, you all lose the only means of transportation and escape. What's more the larger Titans are still present next to the Beast Titan. If they succeed in their plan, they could simply wait until we weaken with starvation and lack of resources, Eren easily being taken from us. They truly do mean to trap us in. "Commander! The Armoured Titan is close! And we still don't know where Bertholdt is!"

"Yeah, I know," Erwin replies with almost laughable calmness next to you, but you try to do the same, ignoring the feeling of the overwhelming presence of the enemy. The Commander had remained unmoving for the past few minutes, probably overanalysing the sight before you as well. "Are you finally ready to say something?" Levi asks from next to where you stand. "I could've had breakfast during the wait." You silently thank the heavens for the man next to you as his unchecked humour somehow undoes the anxiety creeping up to your chest. The familiarity of his bored voice brings you back from your thoughts. That's right, we'd done this a million times before. Kill the enemy, survive, go home. That was the plan. It didn't matter how many Titans you faced as long as you were together.

"Dirk Squad and Marlene Squad. Protect the horses at the gate with Klaus Squad. Levi and [y/n] Squad and Hange Squad! Take down the Armoured Titan! Employ the Thunder Spears at your discretion! Achieve your objectives whatever it takes!" The thunder spears. Weapons that could be launched to Kill Titans from the impact, you'd have to be careful in its use so that you are also not caught up in the explosion; lethal but very powerful. "This moment! This battle! The survival of humanity depends on it! Once more, for humanity... give your hearts!" There's a chorus of voices that shout out, the Scouts abiding by the Commander's words as they set off to their respective areas.

"Wait! [y/n], Levi, Armin! I did say your squad needed to go but I need you both to stay." His eyes move sharply between the two of you. You raise your eyebrows in question as you meet Levi's also puzzled gaze. "To protect the horses and not Eren?" Erwin nods. "That's right," he says before pointing his sword at the Beast Titan, "And to strike him down when the chance comes. Levi, I want to entrust you to take on the Beast Titan. [y/n], your speed will help us rid of the smaller Titans in the meantime. We have inexperienced Scouts in the vicinity, no doubt casualties will arise." His eyes turn to you. "I need you to clear the path for Levi. But in doing so, two Captains in one area is a waste of resources, after you're done with the smaller Titans, I want you to return to your squad. With the help of Armin, kill Reiner and Bertholdt."

You see Levi turns sharply to Erwin, not liking the prospect of being apart from each other in such a risky battle. However, you can't waste time and argue in a place like this. You nod your head, "Roger Erwin. Since we failed to kill Reiner earlier, it's only fair I help finish the job." You don't wait for Levi's remark as you set off across the wall to where the smaller Titans taunt the Scouts below.

Not noticing the way the Beast Titan's eyes look at you from the distance. Eyes widening at your small but unmistakable figure, flying down from atop the wall, slicing through the Titans...

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cosmicjoke · 4 days ago

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In a recent interview in new Bessatsu magazine, Isayama officially confirmed the disappearance of Ackerman's powers and said that Mikasa is now bad at the sport because of it. What do you think about this? I'm putting the link here in case you're interested in Q&A about Levi and other characters. https://x.com/conviviality104/status/1854060034722070831?t=Mr432wAsnzaQ6GiiPrFUjg&s=19

I did see that, yes. So I guess all my theories about the Ackermans still retaining their powers were wrong, lol. I just always wondered if it was a possibility, because other than the power of connecting to the knowledge of past Ackermans, the Ackerman powers themselves really didn't resemble that of the titans, and there was also the fact that Ymir had no control over the Ackermans, so I thought it made sense that their powers didn't actually come from her. But I suppose with the dissolution of the Paths, the Ackermans lost their powers with that.

Anyway, I'm totally cool with it. I think it's actually a really interesting idea to think about, what it must be like for Levi and Mikasa to have to adjust to life without their physical strength and power that separated them from everyone else. I mean, that was already something Levi was going to have to adjust to, given he ends up disabled and needing a wheelchair. But I imagine it must be really hard, in a way, losing those extraordinary abilities they had, no longer able to do the things they once did, etc... I would think it must leave both of them with a sense of vulnerability that's pretty alien to them, that they wouldn't have felt since they were both young children, even, and that would be scary, I imagine. For Levi in particular, I think on top of the loss of his powers, he's probably also dealing with chronic pain and a simple loss of mobility, which makes it exponentially worse as well. So I think the adjustment is probably tough.

But I spoke about this when the anime ended last year, and with Levi especially, when we see him handing out candy to the children in the refugee camp, I think what that highlights is that it was never his Ackerman power that made him an extraordinary person, or that made him a hero. It was always his exceptional compassion and kindness that really defined him as such. The fact he's lost his powers, lost his mobility, lost the full use of his body, lost his strength, and yet he's still out there, doing all he can to help others, doing all he can to improve the lives of people and bring them whatever joy he can in a ruined world, that's what really defines Levi as a hero, in my eyes. He continues to fight for others, even when he no longer has physical strength, and that shows that he was always going to fight for others, whether strong or not, because that's just in him. That heroism, that compassion and that empathy is just a part of who he is. He sees and cares about other people, and that's what compelled him to use his exceptional strength toward helping them in the first place, not the strength itself. He doesn't need to be "special" in order to be a hero.

And the same for Mikasa, too. Mikasa learned over the course of the story to let go of her own, selfish dream of being with Eren and giving up what was most important to her to help others, and like with Levi, it's that which made her a hero, not her Ackerman powers.

While their badass-ness is maybe what initially drew people to their characters, it was never that which made them stay. Levi and Mikasa both are much more than their Ackerman powers. It's who they are as people that matters. So them losing them in the end really isn't a big deal at all.

#Levi Ackerman #Mikasa Ackerman #ackerman powers #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #anon asks

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crisalidaseason · 9 months ago

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I was rewatching attack on Titan and got to season 3, episode 69 I think (the one where we learn the story of Kenny Ackerman).

Despite me loving that episode I never noticed that Levi spent his entire life wondering if Kenny was his father. When he finds Kenny on the verge of death, he asks what's important to the mission first and then asks the big question about the possible fatherhood.

When Kenny answers that he is Kuchel's brother you can see Levi gets even more mad when he finally says "that day, why did you leave me?". Because he expected a deadbeat dad, but it must hurt to learn your uncle didn't care for you at all.

But what hurts me way more is that Kenny says "I couldn't be someone's dad" and proceeds to slam the titan serum on Levi's chest, giving it to him...the serum Kenny spent years looking after, that he considered to be his life's dream. The serum he was gripping even on his death, he gave it to Levi.

My interpretation is that Kenny, in some deep part of him, cared for Levi but never wanted to be a part of his life (for many many reasons). In the end, Kenny giving him the serum and finally answering Levi's life long question seemed to be almost like a "it's the least I could do for you"

Now, this could be me reading too much into it, but the way I see is that Kenny was always a family man (in his twisted way, of course).

1. He became this notorious murderer because of the persecution of his family and underground life, there is a deep connection between his killcounts and Ackerman persecution.

2. There was no hesitation when he made an agreement with Uri because it freed the Ackerman's from said persecution.

2. As soon as he learned the Ackerman's would be somewhat free he went to visit his sister (who was already dead unfortunately) most likely to tell her the news.

3. He mourned Kuchel on his emotionally stunted way, but you could see it was mourning. The slow drop to the floor, the hat in front of the eyes. That was a mourning brother right there.

3. He feed and taught Levi. He could have left him to die, but maybe in respect for Kuchel he decided to give the boy a chance at survival. And when he noticed Levi could survive on his own, he left. He is a murderer, seeing death is normal for him, he must have seen so many children die of starvation before, he could just leave Levi there to die but he didn't

Now attention: I am not romanticizing Kenny's actions. He is a murderer, he did neglect and abandon Levi, he tried to kill Levi during S3. He is in no way a good person, but I can see the complexity and nuances of his life and behavior.

#Kenny ackerman #kenny #levi ackerman #levi #levi aot #attack on titan #aot season 3

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diadianne · 1 day ago

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Post-war Levi ramble + just thoughts in general

I've never posted on Tumblr, so forgive me if this looks weirdly formatted. These are just my thoughts after seeing the little interview Isayama did.

This was mostly sparked by the answer that the Ackermans lost their power, which is somewhat of a bummer to me, but I understand why it happened. I just dislike it when characters lose their powers at the end. Let me clarify: This is not a critique of the show because this show has literally been my obsession for the past year, lol.

Anyway, I got inspired to write this because I saw some people saying that the Ackermans were free from their powers and could be normal humans and therefore happier. I disagree with this because of my opinions on AOT post-war/rumbling.

I do not think Levi lived a happy life post-war/rumbling.

Mental Health

I've had a huge interest in mental health (for whatever reason) since I was younger and, with my past obsession (Modern Warfare II), I got really into learning about veterans, PTSD, etc. I've given presentations and done a lot of research on the topic. But, even without that knowledge, it's very easy to see that Levi has lived a very difficult life, to put it nicely.

I struggle to think that any of the remaining scouts (+ Annie) lived a decent life after. I can hardly imagine the guilt everyone felt after the rumbling. Billions of people died. Not hundreds, not thousands, not millions, billions! Innocent people, children...

Genuinely, how could someone live with that?

Of course, they didn't do it themselves, but there still are some difficult feelings alongside Eren's actions. Someone who was once a comrade/friend.

Levi has completed his purpose. Everyone who fought for the Scouts, who gave their life for the cause, made it possible for this. For Eren to destroy 80% of humanity. Just kidding, but there has to be the question of "Was it worth it? Was all the death worth it?"

"I've saved Eren's life over and over. Many of my comrades died each time. And, this is where that belief has gotten me. It's like some awful joke. Just what was that hope did we look forward to? All that hardship leads to this farce?"

Levi is questioning it all after having his hand forced to kill more of his comrades who had been turned into Titans. Even without Eren being their "hope" anymore, there was a purpose to stop Eren, a purpose to get revenge for Erwin, a purpose to protect his friends/comrades, etc.

I suppose I'm just genuinely wondering how someone could live with that level of guilt and loss. He lost everyone that really knew him. I think it is nice he stays (or at least is not alone) with Gabi, Falco, and Onyankopon, but that will never be the same as Erwin or Hange.

He went from having such a hard, busy, and difficult life to that all being done with. I think as wonderful as it sounds, it is probably hard to cope with that change. There are no more distractions.

Loss of Powers

I think Levi prides himself on being useful and strong because he had to be his whole life. He was "taken care of" by Kenny for a bit. Kenny, as seen, was very power-hungry and I am certain he definitely pushed those ideas onto Levi. Not saying that Levi is power-hungry, but maybe it pushed him to value his strength a lot. He had to be strong.

"Stay in bed? If I lie down any longer, you shits are gonna forget all about me."

I am sure more scenes would give examples of this, but I am going to stick with this one. In short, I believe that Levi, who has always been valued for his strength, would have a difficult time living with his new "weakness," especially with his leg damaged, lack of eye, and two missing fingers.

Post-war Climate

Yeah, sure. "Peace." The ending shows that there were still tensions, therefore war, and then death. A repeating cycle of hate. I mean, killing 80% of humanity? It was 1000000% easier to call the Eldians devils. Now, those devils have no power or "threats" to keep others away. The tensions inside of Paradis must have been insane as well.

Even if the destruction of Paradis happened 80-100 years after the rumbling (I'm not sure of the actual time), I doubt with every fiber of my being that things were just "chill" after the rumbling.

So... no, I doubt he lived a peaceful life. A peaceful life where tensions are high with the remaining bits of humanity, the world, and many of its resources, culture, and history are destroyed, and he is unable to do anything about it.

As an American, I relate it to the experience of being a citizen. It genuinely feels like watching something go horribly wrong but you cannot do anything about it because you're too exhausted trying to keep yourself alive and well. But, this is a rant about post-war AOT so I'm not going to go into American politics/issues lol.

I shortened my thoughts a bit because I get way too into topics. I hope this doesn't come out jumbled and makes some sense. I definitely need to rewatch season 4 (I just keep stopping after three because it makes me sad lol).

I want Levi to live a peaceful and happy life, but, in my personal opinion, I do not believe he did or could. If he did, he definitely has the title of "Humanity's Strongest" for a reason.

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: ̗̀➛ notes: our favourite sneak peak is in this chapter guys :))) but i also need to address something about the taglist. if you are currently on the tag list (or will be in the future) if you ever have the intention of changing your username, you must let me know right after you’ve changed it (and also tell me what your previous username was). this is so that i can change your name on the taglist with ease without having to wonder why it doesn’t work when i haven’t been told that your user has changed. i can’t go through the hassle of trying to figure out what your new name is as it’s time consuming and a waste really (because i usually don’t manage to find the name in the end). that’s all, hope you enjoy this chapter!

: ̗̀➛ summary: ranked as number 38 of the southern division for the 104th training corps as of now, you’ve lost all motivation to continue your journey on taking back number ten, your rightful position that would have (for sure) impressed captain levi. the commandant has taken note of your drop in skill and takes matters into his own hands, regarding your favourite higher up, of course..

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today was a bad, bad day.

and the day after that too.. and the day after that also.. you were in dire need of some comfort, but found none; it wasn't all too surprising when you really thought about how you were now sat at number thirty-eight, no where near your rightful spot at number ten. could you help yourself? no. could someone else help you? potentially. perhaps the company of captain levi praising you for ranking thirty-eight for the southern division of the 104th cadet corps — instead of making random remarks at you like he had during the exams — might cheer you up?

but even that sounded quite unrealistic.

his expectations were high, you didn't need a genius to help you comprehend that. you'd heard things about him before you had even met him: that apparently he had his own squad handpicked by himself, that supposedly all of the members included ranked from numbers 1-10 during their own cadet corps, that maybe there was only one female out of the entire group (which hadn't bothered you then, obviously, for you didn't even know the man) and it did not bother you now either, not when you were benched at the corner during your hand-to-hand combat training due to unleashing your rage at reiner who (though jokingly) made a comment about your current position.

which ultimately led you to have marco now at your side, rubbing your back soothingly and lightly scolding you for your actions.

"what did he say that made you explode at him like a ticking time-bomb?" marco asked you gently.

you did not answer. your eyes were trained solely on the figure of reiner who was rubbing his backside in pain, his mouth moving as if he was talking to someone, but you were unable to lip-read. the sight almost made you chuckle. almost.

"hesaidihadpotentialorsomethingidunno," you mumbled lowly.

marco coughed, confused. "i didn't get that."

you sighed exaggeratedly, leaning away from marco's touch to grumble under your breath once more, begrudgingly.

"i still didn't quite catch what you —"

"he said i had potential!" you snapped, wincing when you realised just how wrong you had been. still, you were angry, and unfortunately for the blonde brute, he had been in your way.

expecting another more firm scolding, or even a carefully crafted lecture, both of which you never received, you turned your gaze to glare at marco instead, pondering on why he was so silent. he did not cower under your gaze like others might, instead, it was almost as though he was relishing in it, a lazy smile plastered over his delicate features that practically screamed you (in a gentle manner) 'no-i-am-not-scared-of-you'.

your gaze softened at the sight.

"it was a praise," said marco, finally, "what was so bad about that?"

"he was laughing!" you argued defensively, mildly shocked at marco's reaction. it was almost as if he was teasing you. "and you are too."

"i'm just surprised," he corrected, hands raised in mock surrender. "i mean, for someone who's been complaining about being so tired for the last couple of days, you sure flipped him over your back without a struggle."

you scoffed.

"and he weighs a lot, too," he added, pinching your cheek (in response, you threatened to bite his finger off).

so marco wasn't entirely wrong. you walked around the grounds of the training corps as if you were a ticking time-bomb, a count down representing just when you would explode again, but worse.

you'd heard what the other cadets had been saying, and although it would not usually bother your happy self, now it was more annoying than ever — it irked you to no end. still, you kept your silence, choosing to stomp around and keep your anger buried well inside you like a rotting body in a coffin. however, this did not keep it hidden.

there was one particular day where everyone had been gathered at the mess hall eating their lunch. it had just struck noon and you found yourself hungry.. but not for food. you didn't exactly know what you were hungry for, but on this day, you (and everyone else around you) became well aware of how aggravated you had become, and you pinned that all down on when ymir had grasped your shoulder in a particular manner that had you moving backwards and forwards against your will, to praise you.

"i know i told you to slack off a bit, but you were really committed, huh?" she laughed, clapping you on the back encouragingly. your front jolted forwards, stiff. "thanks anyway!"

"haha, yeah.." you sheepishly laughed, watching as she marched away from you (you could have sworn there was a little skip in her step), "you're.. welcome.."

the boiling fury wasn't present then, obviously, but it made its appearance not long after.

and that's when the whispers slyly travelled to your ears.

marco and jean both had spent quite some time trying to get you to sit with them and eat, but by their tenth (or was it the fifteenth?) try, they had given up, letting you be. so you found yourself walking around the mess hall, swallowed up by your thoughts, a moving vexation to anyone near. you had circled the hall more times than you could count, but after a particular number of circles, someone at the table had spoken up. not to you, of course, they wouldn't be stupid enough to do that (not when no amount of discipline could keep you in check) but about you.

"has anyone noticed how pissed y/n's been?" you heard connie lowly ask the table.

you tried not to look, keeping your head straight and eyes downcast, continuing your walk.

"have you only just noticed?" you heard a more womanly voice respond: immediately, you were aware that it had belonged to sasha. her question was then followed up by the sound of cutlery clashing against each other, and then lots of protests after that.

"shit, sasha, you didn't have to hit me for that!"

sasha ignored connie and went on to say more about your newly adopted attitude. "she wakes up early just to sit and glare. i thought it was because of extra training, but —"

"y/n and extra training aren't compatible," jean countered smoothly.

"but i remember her training on the grounds in the morning with you and marco not too long ago," said a lighter male voice: armin, you could tell. "or maybe my memory's not serving me right —"

"you should give yourself some credit, you saw correctly," another voice added, and this one pissed you off: eren. you had been holding quite a grudge against him since the stupid thing he pulled during the exams.

"bold of you to assume that she came willingly," jean replied, and that was followed by many murmurs of agreement.

"she's just angry," said marco.

"i'll say," a deep voice commented: reiner. he sounded way too amused for your liking. did he need to be taught another lesson? "the little lady can fight."

"i'm holding that against you forever," chortled connie, and the rest of the table was now laughing, but you could also hear that reiner was too, a deep chuckle emitted from his chest. "she showed you —"

"if she can do that to reiner, just imagine what she could do to you," said sasha, but her voice was extremely muffled. you came to the conclusion that her mouth was full.

"jokes on you, i'm not on her bad side!"

idiot, you thought, knowing that everyone was currently on your bad side whether they had spoken to you or not.

"for your own sake, i hope none of you are," commented jean, and as much as you hated him entertaining this conversation, you appreciated how he was correct.

"hypocrite," you heard the stupid green-eyed boy voice. just the thought of his smug face made you want to punch something.

"not again," sighed armin.

"what did you just call me?" jean shot back. for once in your life, you were siding with him.

"you heard me," said eren, the idiot being unable to back down, "you're always on her bad side!"

"yeah, and wanna know where that got me?" jean challenged loudly. "cleaning horse shit, that's where. you should be grateful i'm even warning you about it, jaeger. you're not on her good side either."

"what did you do?" a cooler female voice asked: it sounded to you like mikasa. you figured that she was directing the question to eren.

"nothing!" proclaimed eren.

the urge to turn around and swing your arm at his neck was growing more tempting, equivalent to an itch at the spine you couldn't exactly reach. how dare the little punk lie about what he'd done?

on instinct, you whipped your head over your shoulder, glaring daggers at the particular table at the centre of the mess hall that housed all the people that thought it was okay to talk about you as if you could not hear them despite their low voices. sasha yelped when you had made eye contact, connie began coughing profusely, jean (though his back was to you) had stiffened up, shoulders raising in tense movement, marco was gulping down large amounts of water, mina was fixing her hair (though you noticed there was actually nothing to be fixed), franz kefka began laughing shakily, armin began playing with his food, nac tias turned away, eren's ears went pink, and reiner and bertholdt were now conversing in a conversation that had little to do with you — although you noticed how their eyes would dart back to you every once in a while. mikasa was the only one being normal.

you turned away, continuing your walk, but keeping your ears open.

"way to go, idiot," you heard jean curse, "now she knows we're talking."

"how is this my fault?" demanded eren, offended.

"shout a little louder, won't you?" jean snapped. "it's not like she's only a few feet away from us —"

"isn't it your job to calm her down?" a bemused sasha asked, her voice lowered by the plate on her face. when you looked, you caught sight of her snacking on the crumbs left over. "i mean," she began, slamming the plate onto the table dramatically, "what kind of a friend are you, huh? oh, not you, marco. i meant horse-face —"

"you don't see me calling you potato girl every time!" exploded jean, scandalised. "so quit it!"

"to answer your question," intervened marco, nervous, "even though it's not for me, y/n has a good way of pissing jean off in ways that even eren can't —"

"stretch," commented jean, bored.

"okay, so maybe not as much as eren —"

"you talk about me like i'm not right in front of you!" exclaimed eren, and the urge to leap across where you were currently standing to strangle him to death had only grown at the sound of his loud voice.

"i'm gonna punch you," jean threatened, and then you heard multiple voices of protest over eren's own challenge of 'oh yeah? bring it on'.

commotion was now sounding from the mess hall; it wasn't helping the little voice inside of your head urging you to throw a tantrum worthy of shaking away all the attention from the eren-and-jean drama to focus on you. so, angrier than you had been when you first walked in, you stomped away, making little attempt to create the loud noise from the meeting of your heel and the floor, yet it sounded anyway, some people turning around and watching you instead of the rowdy table at the centre of the room.

only, the second you had passed the double doors, your forehead clashed against the rough harnesses belonging to someone who was tall enough to tower over you. groaning as you took a step back to rub your pained head in annoyance, you opened your eyes to find the culprit you were willing to hit, only to be met with your arch-nemesis: keith shadis.

of course it had to be him. it just had to be him to be the one hurting you some way or another, and it only irked you more that he had managed to do it in your lowest moment.

you knew you couldn't raise a hand against him. after every single problem you had fallen into, none of them would amount to this if you even tried to make them. even on your weirdest days, you knew better than to attack the commandant (even if you had an entire plan made at the back of your head where you were sure never to be caught).

"what did you do this time?" he asked, sounding so confident that you were the cause of the argument behind you.

that made you smug.

he was wrong.

"it wasn't me," you told him coldly.

"i've heard that more times than i can count," he responded, glaring daggers at you, "and not once has it ever been true."

okay.. fair, you thought to yourself reluctantly. still, at least now he truly was wrong.

and then an idea rose to your head.. a brilliant one, one that would have your victim begging for your forgiveness, knowing never to mess with you again.

"it was eren," you stated quickly, attempting to form the most honest face possible.

the commandant regarded you with little emotion, raising a thin brow at you so that the lines on his forehead became much more prominent. you fought to keep your face truthful.

"jaeger?" he said skeptically. "what did —"

"he was going to start a fight," you informed him knowingly. technically it wasn't a complete lie, it was half the truth really.

"with —"

"with jean."

"biased."

"no it's not!" you argued, almost, nearly stomping on his foot in fury. you didn't, of course, knowing better. "when have you ever seen me side with jean, huh?"

he looked up, eyes searching the ceiling above you as he delved deep into thought. you waited impatiently, scanning his shrivelled up features in a silent fit of rage. could he take any longer?

he looked back down at you, shrugging. "i suppose not.. like the odd thing you are, you don't ever seem to side with your own friend when he's in a mishap with that jaeger."

you smiled, radiant and true. he wasn't lying, of course, for every time jean and eren would begin arguing — in order to piss your friend off a little more, for the sake of it — you would always cheer eren on at the back; he also thought it was weird, you could tell from the way he would scrunch up his brows at you at the end of everything without actually saying much, but you didn't seem to mind. so long as you got to see jean and that funny pout he'd make when he was annoyed at you, you were content all the same.

"i can tell you what happened from beginning to end," you announced proudly.

keith raised a hand, a gesture for you to halt.

"you won't even get to the end with how much you crap you spew," he said, and you found yourself frowning at him, contemplating whether to fart in his face once more (to remind him just who he was talking to) or leave him be. you decided on the latter.

that did not mean you wouldn't show him some attitude, though.

you pushed your chin in the air, hands clasped behind your back as you stepped to the side to leave.

"stop right there, scum," he ordered, and you obeyed, halting in your place. he continued. "stay here while i sort this shit out. move an inch and you'll find yourself cleaning again."

you said nothing, eyeing him blankly. he waited, as if expecting you to do something. very well then, if that was what he wanted, and you liked a bit of a challenge, too.

you raised a hand, your pointer finger lifted, and poked the air.

"are you hard of hearing?!" he shouted, the mess hall going quiet. it seemed that the cadets in there had finally caught on to his silent (well not so silent now) presence. "i said, don't —"

you poked the air again.

he shook his head, sighing to himself.

"what was i expecting?" you heard him grumble, before you were left with a bit of ringing in your left ear after he parted his bottom and top lip once more. "JAEGER!"

you grinned. now this was a sight you yearned to see.

turning on the spot, you revealed the smug look on your face, met with the bewildered looks plastered over the faces of every single cadet surrounding the rowdy table at the centre of the room. several people began scattering away like a herd of sheep in a farm. at the middle of the once-present huddle, were jean and eren, both standing side by side, yet looking out of breath.

when jean had made eye contact with you, he looked as though he was about to be sick, a type of green coating the expanse of his pale skin. you rolled your eyes: it was obvious that he was assuming that you were on eren's side and attempting to get him in trouble with keith again.

stupid jean.

"GET OVER HERE," keith demanded. you stepped away, silently cursing at whoever gave this man a voice louder than a rooster.

eren hesitated.

"TODAY!"

with a sideways glance at his two best friends, eren swallowed down any form of anger he had left in him and held his head high, walking over to the commandant and forming the salute position.

"sir."

keith, with both his hands clasped behind his back, walked forward so that he was almost nose-to-nose with the brunette boy. you watched in glee as eren was met with the sight you had been faced with a million times. this was a taste of what he basically had you go through previously. stifling a chuckle, you pursed your lips when you saw eren grimace.

"WHAT WERE YOU DOING, BOY?"

you could sit back and watch this all day. it felt relieving watching someone else other than yourself getting in trouble.

"i was.." began eren, who seemed to be struggling to find the right words.

he hasn't got a clue in the world, you thought, satisfied. with keith, nobody was right but himself (how narcissistic of the bald bastard), but it worked in your favour in this very case. poor eren is under the impression that there's some sort of answer he can pull out from the abyss where keith would release him, where keith would accept it and he could go about his day again.

he couldn't be any more wrong than now.

"WHAT, JAEGER? YOU WERE WHAT?"

patience also wasn't something that keith possessed.

you had cursed this fact multiple times, but for once, it tasted like honey on your deprived tongue.

"i —" stammered eren, growing frustrated with himself, "i was defending myself, sir!"

"defending?" repeated keith, and there was something about the lowered tone of his voice that unlike everybody else, you recognised.

you knew keith like the back of your hand. if he was beginning to grow agitated, you would know. if he was delighted (though it was a rare occasion) you would know. if he was exhausted, you would know. if he was feeling merciful (again, a rare occasion) you would know.

so unlike everyone else, all of whom were expecting him to let eren be without a punishment — you'd heard nac tias whisper just now about how 'jaeger got lucky' — you became well aware of what was going to happen to eren.

and you were beyond ecstatic.

"how could you possibly be defending yourself, jaeger," started keith, face hardening like stone, "IF YOU WERE THE ONE WHO STARTED IT?"

the look on eren's face was enough to have you slap a hand over your mouth to prevent a single sound slip; if only you were as good of an artist as jean was, you would have begun drawing his face right now, have it hung on your bedroom door to look at every morning.

his muscles had softened, eyes going hazy and distracted, jaw un-tightening, lips parting, brows un-knitting.. before they went back to being more firm again with only one difference you could note: his fists were clenched.

"but i didn't —"

"I HATE LIARS!"

and before eren could even begin to explain himself, keith strode forward and grabbed eren by the back of his neck, forcing him to walk along with him as he lead him to the exit of the mess hall right where you were residing.

as they made their way past you, you and eren had made eye contact, one where you could see the fire burning behind his viridian eyes, and he could see the light shining behind yours: he was well aware of how fucked he was now, and you thought it was best to rub it in his face even more.

so, leaning back against the wall, you winked.

or tried to, at least.

the thing was, you were good at everything you tried.. apart from winking.

it was a gamble, really, choosing to do the one thing you could not do in a victorious moment like this. your wink came out more like a hard blink or so, perhaps something even worse (judging by the confusion written all over eren's face as he left, his lips silently moving: you read it as 'what is she doing?').

"yo, why's your eye twitching like that?" connie called out from the distance.

"fudge," you uttered under your breath, facing the crowd of people now staring at you.

"your eye," clarified connie, pointing at you, "it was —"

"i was winking!" you interrupted, disgruntled.

"that's your wink?" he asked, and he did not give you time to respond before he began howling with laughter, clutching onto sasha's arm to prevent himself from falling.

you stared at him, a neutral face with no emotion. his laughing went on for what felt like hours before sasha shoved him off her and he fell. sitting himself upright (still laughing) he choked when he met your gaze, holding his mouth and practically pinching it.

"i'm not — i'm not laughing —"

"liar. he totally was," sasha helpfully commented.

it seemed as though he had realised the severity of his actions. tough luck for him, then.

"you're next," you threatened icily.

and as the mess hall began going back to normal — with a few glances at armin and mikasa, both of whom did not seem angry (like how you expected them to be) — jean and marco were back by your side, one more brooding than the other.

"i'm at loss for words," said marco, shaking his head. "i can't believe —"

"i can't believe it," said jean, expressing his surprise by placing a hand on your shoulder and gripping tight enough to crease your ironed jacket. "you sided with me, for once. thanks."

you shrugged his hand off you, scowling at him. "i didn't do it for you," you revealed, scoffing.

jean blinked.

exchanged a blank look with marco.

and then blinked again.

but then he began smiling, and he looked disgusting doing it. you wished you had some sort of magical ability to wipe the smirk off his face. no wonder he's got no bitches, you thought, grimacing at the way his brows began wriggling at you.

"yeah, sure," he said, too confident for your liking.

"stop making that face," you told him firmly, "you're gonna make me eye-vomit."

jean didn't speak to you for the rest of lunch.

not that he could even if he wanted to anyway. for keith had returned not long after and gave you an earful for moving away from where he had left you. growing annoyed at your life once more, you left him to shout at nothing when you stomped out of the mess hall, ignoring his calls of your name for you to return.

but he was that persistent, you were actually surprised.

usually, you were able to accurately predict the commandant's next move, mainly because you had become familiarised with everything he would do. yet today, somehow, you were wrong. assuming that he would punish you later for ignoring him, you were left with your mouth opened agape when you heard a pair of footsteps following you out of the mess hall. perhaps it was another cadet who had finished their lunch..

wrong.

because he was still calling after you.. and threatening you too.

you turned around, a hand over your eyes to shield yourself from the intense gaze of the sun, staring at the tanned man with narrowed eyes, blinking profusely up at him.

"let me make this CLEAR," he started, furious, "KNOW YOUR POSITION, SCUM. AND POSITION NUMBER THIRTY-NINE SHOULD, IF ANYTHING, LESSEN YOUR CONFIDENCE!"

you stayed silent. or opted to, at least, because holding your tongue was never an easy task for you.

"actually, it's position number thirty-eight," you corrected, disappointed at his stupidity. "get it right."

"big difference."

"well, actually, i believe —"

"i don't have time for opinionated statements," declared keith, sniffing loudly. no grace and decorum, clearly. "even more so that they're coming from you."

"if you're done insulting me, kei—"

he had straightened up, almost daring you to finish the last two letters. you knew better than to end up like eren, of course.

"i'm willingly here to talk to you for a reason, you little shit," informed keith, staring down at you in a way that you knew would make little krista shiver and cry. "i'm not impressed."

you waited.

and waited.

and then could wait no longer.

"er.. what do you want me to do about that?"

"I'M NOT FINISHED!"

"all right, geez man, it's not that personal," you quickly mumbled, stepping back because at this rate, with how often your ears fell victim to the constant yelling, you were positive you'd go deaf in your mid-twenties (and that's if you're lucky).

"YOU, CADET L/N, COULD HAVE DONE MUCH BETTER THAN NUMBER FOURTY!"

"it's thirty-eight —"

"WHY ARE YOU SLACKING?" he demanded, the whites of his eyes dominating. "HAVE YOU GRADUATED YET? WHAT REASON IS THERE FOR YOU TO RELAX?" keith took a deep breath in and used it to form his next statement. "you dropped thirty places —"

"twenty-eight places, actually —"

"SHUT IT!"

you pursed your lips apologetically, allowing him to continue.

"the scouting legion might accept anything after ten but I. DO. NOT!"

you raised your eyebrows. there were many things about today that had you spiralling in confusion. yes, your ranking is definitely not the best, but you had been watching the commandant carefully (not for the reasons anyone else might be thinking, like watching for trouble) and you had yet to see him approach a cadet who had gotten much lower than you and scold them like now. what made you the exception?

"well that's inevitable," you defended yourself calmly, "someone has to be past ten. after the first ten positions are taken, everyone else is automatically placed past ten, what would you do then?"

"YOU ARE NOT WORTHY OF A POSITION PAST NUMBER TEN, MAGGOT!"

he was shouting praises at you, now? were you to be flattered or offended? were you to cry or laugh?

"er.. thanks?"

"extra training, four in the morning tomorrow, on the training field. do not be late."

"four in the — but i didn't agree to this!" you exclaimed, scandalised. "but that means i get no sleep at all.. regular training starts at eight!"

"TOUGH!" spat the commandant, shrugging. "it depends on just how nice your trainer is."

you pondered for a moment. "that means it's not you then, is it?"

"do you honestly believe, in your right mind, that i would lose an extra three hours of sleep, for you no less?" he questioned, and now fully paying attention, it did make sense, for the enmity between you two was not unrequited after all.

you responded by shaking your head, expecting him to say something after that. when he didn't, you decided that you would ask him about your queries.

"so who is training me?"

"another higher up," he responded vaguely.

you frowned. "yeah, but who?"

"do not chase him away."

you blinked, raising a brow at him skeptically. one, how did he even come to that conclusion? and two, he had completely disregarded your previous question, answering another that you had not even been curious about. unlucky for him then, because you could tell that he desired nothing more than for you to shut up; he had only piqued your interest, resulting in more questions fired back at him.

"why would i chase him away?"

"do you really want me to answer that question?"

"why else would i have asked it?"

"it's a massive jab at your damn ego."

"i don't have a big ego! you're the one who —"

his glare, if possible, had hardened even further. perhaps it wasn't the right time to pick a fight.

you cleared your throat awkwardly.

"do i know this person?"

"what's his name?"

"have i at least seen him before?"

"have i ever been reprimanded by him?"

"what's his —"

"IF YOU DON'T KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT, CADET, YOU'LL WISH YOU HADN'T EVER STEP FOOT IN THE TRAINING CORPS!"

you gave him the dirtiest look you could muster, and that threat was not correct at all. for one, you would never back down without a fight, and secondly, it was because you had decided to join the training corps that you had seen captain levi, something that you would never regret, so no amount of fear or punishment could drive you to that wish.

could keith be any more wrong today?

he usually always was wrong when it came to you, but the numbers had increased significantly after this conversation.

without a second word, keith had decided that he had had more than enough of seeing you today, and turned away, marching down the field and into the mess hall. you had decided that he was probably going to torment the other kids now, partly because you had put him in an even more sour mood than usual: you felt no remorse when you heard yelling from a distance. the cadets had really annoyed you today, too.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・

you woke up just before four in the morning to freshen up as you usually would do.. but earlier.

mumbling curses and profanities, you made your way over to the training field. it was empty, despite it being four o'clock sharp. typical. whoever your trainer was, he had no regard for etiquette, clearly. you could have decided to come in late, too, but decided otherwise. how hypocritical.

you settled yourself against the brick wall beside the double doors belonging to the mess hall, head tilted back as you gazed up at the night sky. sunrise had not arrived yet, so the stars were still present, glimmering and glittering where they sit against the clouds, dark as the colour of his hair. you wondered whether he was also watching the same stars as you were now, the thought bringing a warm and gentle fire to light up at the centre of your chest where your heart hid behind. the fairy-tale suggestion made no sense, of course. it was four in the morning, he was most likely asleep right now.

you became envious of the fact that you could have been sleeping right now, had it not been for your commandant and his petty rivalry with you.

distracted and dazed, the one thing that pulled you out of your stupor (and the way in which your eyes had been super-glued to the sight above you) footsteps could be heard approaching from in front of you somewhere, the heels of someone's boots clashing against the concrete floors. you averted your gaze immediately, met with the sight of your trainer..

it was instructor claude duvalier!

keith had really gone out of his way this time, it seemed, for the instructor standing before you governed the northern division of the 104th. you were residing at the southern division.

however, before you could say anything as you pushed yourself off the wall, his neutral expression formed into one of horror at the sight of you.

"you?" he cried, looking outraged, scandalised, and betrayed all at the same time.

you were going to politely introduce yourself, before he began shaking his head, taking several steps back. you, on instinct, began taking those same number of steps forward, confused.

"they never told me it was you i had to work with!"

well that wasn't very nice, you thought, beginning to grow agitated and galled.

"well i don't wanna work with you either, then!" you announced, folding your arms over your chest as you sneered at him.

"i don't care!"

"neither do i!"

"he told me it was a 'cadet who was capable'!"

you raised your eyebrows, offended. "you think i'm not capable?"

the instructor was now a great length of distance away from you. he tutted. "the ranking speaks for itself —"

you don't know what came over you, but your eyes flashed. blinded by red, you stomped over to him, furious and indignant, ignoring the look of panic flashing across his features.

"well let me speak for myself," you threatened, getting no where because he dashed away the second you uttered the final word. you contemplated running after him, but thought against it, already fatigued and breathless.

keith was going to give you an earful in the morning.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・

"i thought you'd be tired."

"why?"

"you had training today, didn't you?"

".."

"..didn't you?"

"y/n —"

because exams had finished, the timetable had gone back to its usual, dull schedule, and jean, marco, and y/n were currently sitting in the classroom answering practice questions that had previously appeared in their exams. they weren't just any questions of course, only questions that that all cadets commonly got wrong.

"what did you do this time?" groaned jean, who had actually been focusing on the work for the first time. ever since the exams, there had been a new glint in jean's hazel eyes: you chalked it down to being a newfound determination to one-up marco on the list of rankings. because of that, during the classroom sessions (which had been revealed was his weakest) he would keep his head down and only look up to subtly join the conversation between you and marco, answer questions from the teacher, and — perhaps — insult you here and there.

you scowled, wishing that marco wasn't sandwiched in between you so you could kick him. the seating plan used to be different: you used to be placed in between jean and marco, but it had become clear that you and jean could not stop fighting, hence distracting the entire class and annoying your teacher. so, naturally, you had been forced to migrate to a different table, a different seat. this hadn't happened once, of course, because you had somehow managed to distract people everywhere you went. with little patience and a whole lot of tiredness, your teacher finally came to the conclusion that only marco could bring some form of peace between jean and you, which resulted in you reuniting with your friends, but marco separating you.

"i hate how you assume i'm to blame," you told him, brows closing in on each other as you leaned forward into marco's side to speak directly to jean.

jean lifted his pen up to continue writing, eyes trained on his question paper as he spoke. "because when is it not you?"

"now," you answered, irate, "honest!"

"i don't think she's lying," said marco, helpfully. "so what happened, then?"

you re-told the story in one simple sentence.

"he ran away from me."

you did not appreciate the way jean did not bother hiding his laughter. at least marco was biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from even smiling, but jean made absolutely no effort to stop laughing. you had the inexplicable desire to scrunch up your own question sheet and throw it in his open mouth.

"only you," sputtered jean, barely recovering from his rude laughter, "only — you!"

the class had ended not long after, and as you all packed up ready for your break time, you noticed eren (who had been sitting a couple rows up in front of you) looking back and sending you weird looks. you'd seen him trying to catch your eye beforehand too, but ultimately ignored him. you had no doubt in your mind that it most likely had something to do with how you had gotten him into trouble the day before. had it been anyone else, they would have backed off by now, not try to annoy you even further. what will it take for this guy to learn his lesson?

you had been the first to finish packing up, standing behind your tucked in chair as you waited for your slow friends to hurry it up already. however, the drumming of your nails against your chair had come to a halt when your teacher had called out your name abruptly. you lifted your head just the slightest bit to show him that you were listening.

"commandant shadis has called for you."

quiet sniggering sounded around the room; jean had started it, which encouraged others to continue it.

"he's waiting outside for you."

good, you thought to yourself as you walked out of the classroom, thankful, because when he begins to shout at you, at least it won't be in the presence of everyone else.. excusing the fact that they would probably hear him regardless.

sure enough, there he was, standing in his usual straight posture that made him look as stiff as a board. he did not look too pleased, either (not that he ever did, to be fair).

"sir!" you stated, doing the usual salute, a closed fist over your heart with your other arm resting against your back.

"i'm going to ask you very politely," began keith, sounding as though he was containing himself like he would explode if he didn't at least try, "what the hell happened?"

would playing dumb work?

you supposed not.

you decided to stick to the truth.

"he ran away from me."

keith blinked, seemingly tired. you noticed something new about the look on his face, however, as if he wasn't at all too surprised with this information, as if he actually believed you without a doubt, something that he had never actually done before.

his hand came up, and you actually had to think whether he was going to strike you down in anger, but waiting for the blow was useless, especially when you saw that his hand was pressing against his own face, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he shut his eyes tight, the lines pulling at each end of his eyes to emphasise his age.

after what seemed like ten dawdling years, the time in which people were now exiting the classrooms, he looked back down at you, sighing. "did he say anything before he ran?"

they never told me it was you i had to work with!

"yeah," you said, nodding. "he was quite rude, actually —"

"in the report he gave me," interrupted keith, exasperated, "he mentioned how you threatened him —"

"i have no regrets."

"WELL YOU SHOULD!"

you didn't know what else you expected but to be yelled at. you winced nonetheless.

keith sighed loudly, reminding you once again just how dramatic the male species was.

"i've found you a new trainer," he informed you firmly. "do not chase this one away, do you hear me? unless you want to end up back in the stables again for a longer period of time, cadet, i suggest you FIX UP!"

"so.. who's my trainer?"

"find out tomorrow, four in the morning."

"but —"

"ARE YOU DEAF?"

"already on my way there with how much you scream in my ear," you grumbled to yourself, walking away after giving him a much more lousier salute.

you hoped this new trainer would actually stick to being your trainer, whoever they were.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・

you were most definitely not an early bird by any means. if you had any opportunity to sleep in, you would take it without question. hell, even if you weren't allowed to sleep in, you'd do it regardless of the consequences. it had come to the point where a higher up would have to pour water over your face to get you up and running (there had been a time where you had pretended to be in a very deep sleep, even when it was pretty obvious that no one would be able to sleep through keith's bellowing).

but here you were, up and early, strict on four o'clock sharp as you paced up and down the training field. you had admired the stars merely five minutes earlier as you had nothing to do. perhaps this would have been a little more enjoyable if you were accompanied by jean or marco (you would never let jean know that this had ever come to your mind anyway — everyone knew his ego was higher than his ridiculous height). the mere thought of him made you want to spit on the poor ground.

but four o'clock sharp was definitely valued by your new trainer, a man you had never seen before. he appeared through the dark shadows of the trees that were illuminated by the light the moon gave off to create colossal shapes of blackness over the grass.

exhausted as you were (for you had woken up before four in the morning twice in a week now), you did not bother asking the man who he was, what his occupation at the training corps was, what he ranked during his time here. you simply could not be bothered to, fatigue shown in your face and body (your posture has never been more worse).

so, you went straight for it, asking him what he expected you to do and how to do it.

"so, teach, what am i doing first?"

he was a bit of a buzzkill, you had decided, for he quickly reprimanded you for calling him 'teach'. and not saluting, too.

"twenty push-ups!" he demanded, voice raised yet not loud enough to penetrate the walls hiding the area where the rest of the cadets were peacefully sleeping behind (you envied them so much).

but just because you were tired, that did not mean that you would stand for getting into trouble first thing in the morning (before regular training even begins, that had to be a world record, right?).

"i never did anything wrong, why should i do push-ups this early? i'm tired."

looking thoroughly surprised and irked, the man rose his bushy brow up to reveal the lines on his forehead. it looked like lined paper, and you had an odd sort of desire to simply write over it: buzzkill teach.

"pardon you?" the trainer coughed, brows furrowed to form a deep crease in between.

you froze.

had you said that line out loud?

judging from the stiffness of the man's body and the way in which he was now placing his hand over his forehead told you the troubling answer. you wanted to kick yourself. you apologised several times, but he was simply not having any of it. moments later, he ordered you to do five laps around the field. normally, you would groan and show your dislike for such a tiresome exercise, yet you felt terrible about that comment you had accidentally made, that you silently went for it without complaint.

not for long, though.

one and a half laps in and you were dying, throat constricting and lungs practically collapsing. your legs came to a stop, chest burning for air, heaving forward and back as you took in deep breaths. buzzkill teach had spotted your halt, and had several things to say about it.

he came forward, demanding that you start running again even if one of your legs fell off. he insisted that you leave it behind, even. well that sounded ridiculous to you, and you being you..

well you had to express it. you just had to.

"that's stupid," you stated. "if one of my legs get detached from my body, i'll sue you."

"you'll what?"

"sue you," you repeated, rolling your eyes. "did you not hear me the first time?"

"push-ups, NOW!"

"no."

you were growing really frustrated with buzzkill teach, particularly when he had begun shouting at you not even half an hour later for some reason.

"you think i wanted to be here?" he began, when you had refused to climb up a tree. apparently it was a survival technique or something. "i'm the only one that agreed to train you knowing that it was you, everyone else refused!"

you blinked up at him. "was that supposed to evoke sympathy from me?"

he let out a loud growl of frustration.

you were growing to dislike this man; you knew, deep down in your heart, that you were spiteful with people that you disliked (just look at keith). so, when he had revealed that the first thing you would be properly training for would be hand-to-hand combat -- seeing as he was 'scared' to let you approach odm gear for odm training -- you felt the light from the moon radiate against your skin, allowing you to glow with glee.

"don't do that," he said, as soon as he caught sight of you grinning. "it frightens me."

you tried stopping the curl of your lips, but it was simply inevitable.

you held so much dislike for this trainer of yours, buzzkill teach, that you knew you could vent it all out on HIM through hand-to-hand combat. he probably was not alerted of how good you were at it. although he was a professional (more qualified than you, that was for sure) you eyed his physique, and his mannerisms, and the way he behaved, and the odd stance he took before you fought him, and you knew that this one was certainly in the bag.

you won. of course you did.

and when he was on the floor, you did not stop, pulling him closer to you by the collar and narrowing your eyes at him.

"you look good with that black eye," you told him.

training ended very quickly after that, and when you waved goodbye to him, referring to him as buzzkill teach, he did not reprimand you for it at all.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・

keith was not happy with you the next morning.

still, he insisted that you wake up at four in the morning tonight, claiming that he had found a new trainer for you.

"are you pulling these trainers out of a hat or something? how do you find so many?"

"get out of my office."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・

when your alarm had woken you up mercilessly, you felt groggier than usual as you secured your harnesses over your shirt and shoved your arms through the sleeves of your smooth jacket. it was only once you had passed your bedside table again to look for a hair tie, you knew just why: it took you several moments to realise the mistake you had made, blinking at the time that read 3:30am.

like a fool, you had set your alarm (by mistake) to wake you up thirty minutes earlier than expected, leaving you an extra thirty minutes to do absolutely nothing. that time, you realised, could have been best used for some extra sleep.

sighing to yourself in frustration, you aggressively shoved the hair tie into your front pocket, mentally noting how you would wear it once it was time to go out. right now, you had lots of time to spare.

eyeing your bed with a look of desire, you contemplated just lying back and resting your eyes, but decided not to in the end. you knew where it would lead you: in a deep slumber, snoring just like sasha was across the spacious room. you would kill to be in her position, face squished against the soft pillow and body hidden beneath the thick covers.

you became envious very quickly, and whilst you had been wallowing in your self-pity, you had lost track of time. the next time your eyes wandered over to your clock, all you five senses had become buzzed in alarm: it read 3:58am — it usually takes a bit around five minutes to make it down to the training field from the barracks.

jumping off your bed with little regard for the noise you were making (had sasha just turned over on her bed?), you dashed out of your room, heels smacking against the sleek wooden floors as you made your way down the corridor to the training field. perhaps if you took off sprinting, you would make it there in less than five.

heart pumping, with a new stitch forming in your mid-section, you leaned a hand against the wall outside, catching your breath. when you looked up groggily, you were sure your eyes were deceiving you. maybe you had somehow hit your head on the way down here, or maybe you were hitting the next stage of crazy, but was that your new trainer? the little man in the distance, looking irritated and as though he would want to be anywhere else in the world but here?

your husband, levi?

what was going on?

but you couldn't dwell on it any longer, because as you made your way closer and closer to him, he directed his infamous scowl towards you instead, a small crease formed in between his dark brows that were knitting together the longer his stormy, grey eyes were on you.

"you're late," he informed you, clicking his tongue disapprovingly.

really? you thought to yourself, unsure. "what time is it?" you asked, and you were thankful that your voice sounded steady despite the internal conflict going on inside your head.

he threw something at your chest which you (on instinct) grabbed with your hand, pulling it up to your face to examine. it was a pocket watch, and it read 4:01am.

you raised a brow at your lover, turning the pocket watch over so he could see what sight you had been previously met with.

"it's been a minute," you told him when he had remained silent.

he regarded you with little emotion. "a minute too late."

"it's one minute —"

"you're still late —"

"fashionably," you corrected, gesturing to your clothes.

the captain's eyes raked over your body, and you flushed despite yourself.

"the uniform is a requirement," he stated not long after.

you nodded. "fair point, but have you seen the way some of the cadets here wear it? it's all scruffy. what's their excuse when i'm up four hours before regular training and i still clean up nicely?"

he seemed too tired to even argue with you on that, opting to give you a dirty look instead. you smiled nonetheless, which he casually chose to ignore.

"you turn up even half a second late tomorrow, and i'm leaving you here alone. understood?"

you said nothing: he glared at you.

you still said nothing: he exhaled shortly.

"what's wrong with you? you need to take a shit or something?"

you shook your head.

"then what? hurry it up, we're already behind."

"you do realise that i sleep here, right? so you can't actually leave me behind if i choose to —"

"it's an order."

you shrugged. "i have free will."

he tilted his head sideways to regard you with a look of something between annoyance and tiredness. even without the light from daytime to help you decipher the calculating look on his face, you could still see the gears turning in his head, rotating as he stared not even at you, but as if he was staring straight through, directly through your own soul. if he wasn't who he was, you might have been a little intimidated.

"free will to disobey orders?" he challenged, not exactly pleased but not exactly harsh either.

you took this time to stall, slowly, leisurely, and steadily placing the pocket watch he had handed you in your back pocket. his eyes kept darting from you to something else, you could not tell what it was, but you hoped that he hadn't spotted you skilfully stealing.

he seemed to have decided that talking to you was a mere waste of time, for he promptly turned away and announced that you had to run three laps around the wide field as a warm up; you choked on your own spit.

"why aren't we starting with stretches?" you asked, startled. "we always start with stretches —"

"are you questioning my orders?" he interrupted icily. despite the fact that he was facing you, back against one of the colossal trees, it was as if he wasn't actually looking at you.

you exhaled, defeated. "no."

"no?"

"sir," you finished, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

perhaps it would be better to see the brighter side of things, like you usually chose to do. captain levi was not keith, so there would be no reason to defy his commands. furthermore, he was captain levi — you'd do whatever he asked even if it was to lick mud off his boot.

so, smiling, you spent the next twenty minutes or so running around the training field, the sky barely turning even a single shade brighter as you continued. every time you looked up, admiring the stars and the very precise placement of each one against the smoky clouds, you'd hear the captain bark at you to focus, he event went through the trouble of calling you an imbecile, too. how nice of him.

after half of the second lap was complete, your legs wobbled, and an annoying stitch was beginning to form at your side. had it been anyone else from the 104th, they would have continued running even if one of their limbs had fallen off, but you had more self-respect than anyone.

so you dropped to the floor, stomach flat against the concrete with your cheek resting against it. he wanted you to complete three laps? what a joke. you loved that man, truly, you did, but this was only proof that you needed to spend more time together. he clearly did not know you well enough as he truly believed that you were capable of completing that monstrosity of an order.

the concrete felt cool under your skin, a scarce contrast to how warm your body felt. if only you could just lie here forever —

but a force was now pulling your head up by your hair (and it was not gentle at all). before you could even let out a groan of protest, there was a voice in your ear, deep and familiar.

"what do you think you're doing?" captain levi demanded, harsh.

you shut your eyes, wanting to feel the coolness against your cheek again. however, when you tried to drop your head, you felt a sharp pain tug at the roots of your hair: the captain was still holding on for dear life, it seemed.

"i can't do it," you admitted, still trying to lower your head. "three laps is too much."

he did not miss a beat when responding. "and that's why you're nearly at the bottom of the ranking list."

you raised your head, turning to look at him with a frown. you had not realised just how close he had gotten, so when your eyes had lifted to stare up at his, you noticed how he had leaned back ever so slightly. even so, you replied as if you hadn't noticed.

"thirty-eight," you said, begrudgingly. "that's not near the bottom —"

"anything below ten is near the bottom," he declared, pulling on your hair as if to drill the thought into your head through painful discipline.

you yelped, a hand flying up to grab at his — which was extremely unrelenting, you had to add — to ease the pain. not even a second later, he loosened his iron grip, your hair slipping through his fingers as you dropped. you awaited the pain that would come when your skull crashed against the hard ground, yet it never arrived.

instead, your forehead met the soft palm of captain levi's hand, a protector, a barrier, even, between you and the concrete beneath you.

you laid there for a moment, unmoving. you expected him to leave you there, removing his hand, yet it seemed that he had no intention to, for he remained, perhaps for a minute or so, before slowly taking his hand back. slowly, maybe, to warn you that your head would be meeting the ground again: you raised your head to help.

"could have given yourself a concussion," you heard him say, and the sound of shuffling that filled the next few seconds of silence told you that he was standing now, now longer crouched over you, "idiot."

"i could have lost both my legs, actually," you corrected, staring up at him. he was glaring, as per usual. "and it was because of your order, making me run three laps —"

"which you haven't even completed," he interrupted, arms folded over his chest with a sneer on his face. "you have half a lap to go."

"but —"

"stop wasting time."

so, reluctantly, you got up, dusting yourself off (he tutted when all that dirt came flying off your clothes with each pat), and you completed the last half of your laps.. not without some scolding, though. every time you began skipping instead of running, he would make very.. creative.. violent threats about what he would do to you. on one occasion, you actually laughed when he said he'd break your legs and use them as blades for the coming-expedition.

isn't it just so cute when your husband wants to show you off to everyone? you thought so too.

the second you reached the finish line of your three laps, he could not let out a single syllable before you dropped again, spent.

"are we done yet?" you sighed, exhausted.

"it's only been.." he began, but paused, as if realising something. the scowl he wore the entire time you had been here had turned to something worse. "oi, where's my pocket watch?"

you tensed; you hoped he did not catch you looking guilty.

"i've got a stitch in my side," you complained, praying that he would not notice the way you were attempting to change the conversation and direct his focus elsewhere. "hey, can you give me a massage?"

"like hell," he scoffed, annoyed. "now give it back."

you sat up, legs outstretched and elbows holding your weight. you grinned.

"give what back?"

"you know what."

"really?"

"don't act stupid."

"it's not an act."

"i have never met anyone who proudly admits to being stupid."

"well now you have."

"shocker," he said, and something about the tone of his voice told you that he was finally giving up. "i'm so surprised it's you."

you observed his perfect face.

"i don't even know if you're being sarcastic or not," you revealed truthfully, lifting an arm up. he raised a brow at your hand but made no movement to touch it. "help me up?"

"no."

"buzzkill."

"what did you just call me?"

you laughed, at last deciding to stand up on your own.

"so erwin told me you're always so unbothered —" you told him, as if telling a story.

"when did you get time to speak to him? —"

"and hange mentioned how you basically never react," you continued as if you hadn't heard him, "and all it took was being called a 'buzzkill' for you to be offended?"

"no, you brat," he denied swiftly, "you refuse to give me back my pocket watch."

"i don't have it," you lied, looking over your shoulder dramatically. "it must've fell when you made me do those three laps —"

"are you blaming me?" he asked, as if challenging you to a verbal contest with a higher up.

you looked him in the eye. "karma's a real female dog."

his eyebrows actually rose up at that comment, the first sign of real emotion you had seen from him today.

"did you just state the definition of 'bitch'?"

"i don't swear," you answered, clearing the confusion if there had been any. "it's improper and not very lady-like."

one brow of his raised higher than the other.

"you care about being lady-like?" he questioned, as if it were something supernatural and unbelievable.

your brows began knitting together, looking up at the captain with offence.

"why wouldn't i?" you questioned, folding your arms over your chest.

but it seemed that the captain had no interest in indulging in such a conversation with you.. or indulging in any conversation with you, for his usual scowl deepened and his posture (if even possible) straightened further.

"correct me if i'm wrong, but i've been told hand-to-hand combat is your forte."

"mhm," you hummed, nodding. "i've taken down guys that are much bigger than me."

"i don't doubt that," he replied, calm. "you already disarm people verbally."

you raised your brows.

"i don't know what that means."

"doesn't matter," he commented, "do you think you could handle fighting against me?"

you blinked, almost completely stupefied at the question. usually you were the one rendering people speechless with your questions and statements, so it had completely shocked you that you found yourself in that position other people were usually in: at loss for words.

you knew why you were hesitating, though, unlike everyone else who had once been in your shoes. captain levi wasn't that tall, though you could tell he had a nice build under all the clothes he was wearing, but size really did not matter, not when you (much smaller than reiner) managed to flip him over your back with ease. after all, facts quite literally prove that captain levi is humanity's strongest soldier. if size ever mattered, then the many titans he had managed to slay would have never been killed under his watch.

but, foolishly, you pushed the statistics at the back of your mind, smiling as you answered him.

"yes."

he raised a brow. and for once in your life, though you enjoyed the night in a way no one else could, you wished that it had been slightly brighter — you could have seen the look in his grey eyes, then.

captain levi thought to humour you for a bit. "what makes you so confident?"

you shrugged.

"i've only ever heard that you were good at fighting titans."

"you think you're a challenge after the titans?"

"no," you responded, "but you need odm gear to finish the titans off, don't you? hand-to-hand requires no weapons."

captain levi did not look impressed, nor did he look unimpressed with your response. he was a closed off book with a lock preventing any form of penetration, therefore you were unable to read him and understand what he means when he says such vague things, or even when he stands idly by, offering no reply to your thoughtful comments.

"ok," he settled on saying, his shoulders lifting slightly in what looked like a half-shrug.

and then you found yourself on the floor mere moments after he had declared that you fight him. you went easy on him, because there was no way you could actually bring yourself to injure your special man, yet it seemed that he did not hold the same regard for you.

"are you even trying?" he spat out, exasperated. "there's no way you were able to take down people that possess ten times your weight with that."

you were on your feet quicker than you had ever been. perhaps you ought to actually try this time.

"you didn't let me marinate my advances yet!" you complained, turning away from his watchful gaze. "i have to stretch before i do anything."

he kept his gaze set on your back, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "are you going to go out in the real world and tell your opponents to halt the fight just so you can stretch?"

whilst stretching your arm, you craned your neck over your shoulder to eye him blankly.

"why wouldn't i?"

he pinched the bridge of his nose with his eyes shut, a crease forming between his brows where they closed in on each other, almost as if he had completely given up with you.

"stretch, then," he ordered, enervated.

when you were done stretching (the time in which you tried to gain his attention with more obscene movements — he did not go through the trouble of stopping himself when he asked if you keith had taught you those; you stopped angrily) you faced him once more, both of you taking your positions.

"ladies first," he had said, aloof.

"well apparently i'm not so lady-like, and you have very nice feminine features, so —"

he threw the first punch. it landed directly on your nose. you stumbled back, surprised.

"ow!"

but you had no time to complain, because he was charging at you again. you prepared yourself this time, grabbing onto his arm that swung at you with both hands and then kicking him in the stomach. he let out the smallest of grunts, which told you that you weren't doing too bad, before you went in for a second kick which he stop by grabbing your raised leg with his free hand.

there was only one solution then:

with both your hands occupied by that one arm of his, and your one leg held in his free hand, you decided you would bend yourself backwards so he would go flying over your top.

it worked, of course, but he had a swift landing, unlike everyone else you had competed with. that did not mean that he hadn't stumbled ever so slightly.

because he did. and then he turned around. and you knew what you would do then.

you ran at him, practically tackling him to the floor, and you landed on top of him, with a victorious look painted over your face when you caught sight of the baffled expression painted over his.

you straddled his hips, laughing at his startled face. you would have preferred it if his hands were placed on your hips, but instead, they were spread out on either of his sides, like the arms of a literal star.

you grinned. "did i win?"

the disconcerted look on his face had since then been replaced with a look of annoyance.

"no," he stated, putting emphasis on both letters in that single word.

you sent him a look of defiance. "that's not playing by the rules!"

"there are no rules," he shot back, visibly irritated. "now get off of me."

begrudgingly and reluctantly, you clambered off of him, sitting beside him as he sat up, dusting himself off.

"the floor is disgusting," he stated, grimacing. "you took me by surprise."

"no one's ever just.. floored you?" you asked, curious. he shook his head. "not very smart. it's my go-to move."

"why?"

"'cause the reaction is funny."

"well your hand-to-hand is fine."

"just fine?"

"don't push it."

"sorry."

he stood up, glaring at the floor.

"we don't have to work on that then."

and your heart dropped. it was the only part of training where you could actually find a reason to touch the captain without refusal. if you did not train for hand-to-hand, then you would not be able to touch him ever again.

a light bulb rose over your head, clicking on the second you had started planning. if you were bad at hand-to-hand, that meant that you had to keep practising regardless.

so just pretend to be bad at it.

"round 2!" you declared excitedly, standing up and placing both your hands on your hips.

captain levi had already decided what his thoughts were on that. "no."

"why not?"

"it's a waste of time, you already know how to —"

"one more time!" you pleaded, stepping forward. "one more time!"

and that was how you found yourself on your back, staring up at him with pain shooting up your spine. you did not play it lightly like you thought you would need to, because he was relentless either way.

captain levi clicked his tongue in distaste.

"you're doing it on purpose."

"huh?"

"i should've known."

"i'm confused."

"when are you not?"

you blinked up at him, baffled as your chest heaved up and down. nobody told you that the captain was that good at hand-to-hand, and now you had to pay the price, spine burning with pain and stomach flipped over in exhaustion.

he stood over you, the pool of grey in his eyes darkening in realisation.

"get up," he demanded icily.

"help me up," you shot back, lip curling.

his eyebrows rose, and for the first time, you saw the tiniest bit of emotion protruding from the man you knew to be void of any feelings. he scowled, eyes narrowing as he nudged your leg with his foot.

"are you aware of just how annoying you are?" he asked you, still as monotoned as ever.

you laughed, taking him by mild surprise.

"not annoying enough to have you ignore me, apparently."

and you noticed, with satisfaction blooming in your drained body, how he did not bother denying it.

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m-jelly · 9 months ago

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All I need - The end

@ladycheesington <3

Levi x fem!reader

Future Fic, Romance, Drama & Romance, Falling In Love, mafia, Gangsters, Love, True Love, Fluff, Protective Levi, Possessive Levi, suggestive moment, mentions of violence, mentions of bad childhood, mentions of bad mother.

In this chapter: You and Levi take your last public stand against Ariana and work to destroy her for good. With everything set, you become bait for a crazy Ariana. You and Ariana face off, Vincent has closure and you finally get peace. It's wedding day and it is full of love from everyone.

Today you were on a mission to piss off Ariana even more than you had before. An invite had come your way to speak on a talk show. Before Levi, you would have dreamed of doing something like this, but here you were all dressed up to talk to the host. It felt all so surreal to you that you had so much confidence now in yourself and your body. Having a man who loved you more than anything saying you were incredible and perfect helped.

Levi reached over and untangled your earring for you. “You look like a Queen.”

“Thank you.”

He wrapped his arms around you. “Marry me.”

You hummed a laugh. “I will be.”

He tilted his head and spoke against your lips. “I mean now.”

You giggled. “We can’t, my grumpy love.”

He pouted. “Why not?”

“Because you made plans for the wedding. We even taste-tested a cake.”

He lowered his head. “You’re right.”

“Let’s just go out there, do our interview and then go home.”

He hugged you and hummed. “Okay.”

You rubbed his back. “This will all be over soon, okay?”

“I know. We have to get Ariana to lose her shit, attack and then we can take her out.”

You pulled back a bit and kissed him. “Yes, my grumpy love.”

“Sorry to interrupt.” The host shyly walked closer. “I’m Lucy, I will be interviewing you both today. Can I say, I am so excited to meet you both.”

You shook her hand. “Nice to meet you too. Levi has asked you to call me Mrs Ackerman and I approve. We’re not married yet, but we will be in a month.”

Levi yanked you closed. “She’s my wife already in spirit.”

You giggled. “You cutie.”

Lucy laughed. “Well, Mr and Mrs Ackerman, please follow me and if you want anything to drink let me know!” She walked with you. “I love the dress you are wearing and your makeup is so good.”

You smiled at her. “Thank you. It’s a new line of clothing and the makes is special too.”

“Oh, could I ask you that on the show?”

“Of course, I would love to tell you all about it.”

Levi squeezed your bum. “You’re wonderful for finding these two companies. I just know talking about them will help them out so much.”

Lucy sat in her chair. “Oh, are they small businesses?”

You took your seat and waited for Levi to sit next to you. “Yeah, they’re small and they are incredible. The owners are so sweet too.”

Lucy clapped her hands. “Amazing. I can’t wait to find out because I would love to use the makeup and have the clothes.”

“You like it that much?” Your cheeks burned as you smiled. “I’m glad. That makes me happy.”

Levi kissed your cheek. “You are adorable.”

Lucy grinned. “All right, you both ready?”

“Yes.”

She shifted in her seat and smiled at the camera. Lucy gave her introduction and talked about who she had and what was going on for the show. She mentioned current events and how things were being impacted and changed. Even the topic of your and Levi’s attack was news as well. Talks of it being Ariana was out and people were turning against her, it didn’t help that she said she’d kill you at a charity event.

Lucy turned to you. “Welcome Mr and Mrs Ackerman, thank you for coming.”

You smiled. “Thank you for having us. We normally don’t do this, but so many rumours are flying around and we need to talk.”

“Oh, understandable really. I have a few questions for you and I’m sure there are some you are expecting.”

Levi sighed. “We are. We want to answer everything we can and please understand that there are some things we won’t be able to.”

“That makes sense, you as a family are taking care of things.”

“That’s right.”

She shuffled a bit on her seat. “The attempt on your lives. Word is you know who did it.”

You turned on your seat and showed off your spine. “This is what I had to have done. The bullet that went through Levi went through me.” You sat back in your spot. “Levi has one too.” You reached over to him and touched the side of his neck. “He was also shot in the neck.”

Levi turned his head and kissed your hand. “It was a horrible day.”

You held Levi’s hand. “It happened on the day we were celebrating our engagement.”

Lucy welled up a little and clasped her hands together in front of her mouth. “Oh, you poor things. A day that was supposed to be celebrated became such a scary day. They say De’lore was behind it.”

Levi pulled you close to him. “That’s right. The sniper confessed he was hired by her.”

“I bet that is terrifying, especially when she threatened you at a charity event. We have a clip of that. Are you okay for us to show it?”

You nodded. “Yes.” You looked ahead and saw the clip playing. It was odd looking back on how she was and your reaction to it. At the time you were being tough, but seeing how she spoke to you was awful. “I can’t believe it.”

Levi hugged you. “You were amazing in that moment, so brave too. It’s a shock to see it back.”

Lucy placed her hand on her chest. “I can’t believe how she spoke to you. It really makes it clear that she wants you gone and the shooting had to be her.” She turned to the camera. “All of you out there watching this live, I know you saw this coming. We’ve had people trying to whistleblow about her and her businesses. If you’ve been mistreated by this woman and her business, please speak up. I know it’s hard to avoid her name on things, but I’m sure there are ways around it.”

You smiled. “There is. All the stuff I’m wearing and my makeup has nothing to do with her.”

Levi rubbed your back. “Her dress is from an amazing company. You find out what body shape you are and shop in that category.”

“That’s right.” You grinned. “So, they have a category for apple, hourglass, pear and all sorts. If they don’t have your shape, you measure yourself and send it in and they create a whole new line so people like you can get clothes too. You’ll get your first outfit at a big discount. It’s incredible.”

Lucy reached over. “May I touch the fabric?”

You lifted part of your dress for her. “Of course!”

“That’s so soft.”

You smiled. “The ladies who make these clothes are dedicated to women feeling comfortable in their own skin. Women come in all shapes and sizes, so do men and it’s hard to find the right fit and they help you. There is fair trade and equal wages too in their company.”

She clapped her hands. “That’s wonderful. They sound so perfect.”

Levi played with your hair. “Her makeup is cute.” He leaned closer and kissed your neck. “Though she is super cute first thing in the morning with no makeup on, messy bed hair and my shirt.”

You giggled as he nibbled your neck. “Thank you, my grumpy.” You smiled at Lucy. “The makeup I use is made by a married couple, both ladies are so friendly. It is nice for your skin, has organic materials in it, isn’t full of bad chemicals and you get this cute wand with it. So, you put the makeup on and use the wand and it keeps it on your skin. The wand activates it and it won’t rub off your skin. When you’re ready to take it off, you just turn the wand off and the makeup comes off so easily. You won’t need to use multiple wipes.”

Lucy inspected your skin. “It’s so flawless too. Is it on thick?”

“Nope. You don’t have to put it on thick and it doesn’t even feel like you’re wearing anything, unlike De’lore.”

“Incredible!”

You gave the names of the companies and showed their social media pages, along with their websites so people could buy things. You cuddled up to Levi and started talking about your romance and how you met each other. You giggled as Levi got all flustered when you talked about how charming he was and how he chased you around.

Levi released a long sigh. “I was lovesick right away. Even though she thinks she wasn’t pretty when we first met, I thought she was so cute. I wanted to know everything about her and make her mine.”

“He spoiled me so much. He made up a job for me and created a cute desk.”

Levi blushed. “The job wasn’t made up.”

You giggled. “I know it was.”

He whined a bit. “Fine, fine, it was, but I wanted to keep you safe and make sure you knew how valuable you were. When I met you, you thought you were worth less than nothing.”

You welled up a little. “Levi.”

“You are my bunny goddess and you are worth so much.” He kissed you and hummed. “My precious bunny. If anyone dares to take you I will-.”

You covered Levi’s mouth with your hand. “Grumpy, we are live.”

Levi took your hand and showered it with kisses. “I’ll be a good boy.”

You giggled. “Thank you.”

Lucy fanned herself. “My goodness, the fire between you is incredible. You are two parts of a big soul, together you form one perfect person.” She leaned closer. “I gotta ask, you two having kids?”

Levi yanked you onto his lap. “Yes. We’ll make the sweetest and most perfect babies ever.”

You laughed. “That’s what we want, yes.”

Lucy squealed. “They will be so cute!”

You smiled a little as Levi fixed your summer dress a bit. “Levi.”

He whined a bit. “I’m not sure about this.”

“It’s the only way.” You cupped his face. “Ariana has been ruined. I’ve taken everything from her, she has nothing now and I know she’ll want me dead. I have to become bait.”

He hugged you tightly. “But what if she hurts you.”

“She won’t. Your gang is in place ready to protect me and you will be watching. Trust me, Levi.”

He tapped his forehead against yours and released a sigh. “I love you.”

You tilted your head and kissed him. “I love you forever and always.” You released Levi. “Once we do this, then it’ll all be over.” You sighed again. “She’ll be gone.” You turned on your heels and walked outside the building. “Let’s do this.”

Levi watched you from inside the building. He reached up and pressed the earpiece in his ear. “The bunny has been released. Remember, follow at a distance. We have to make the snake think the bunny is alone.”

Sasha replied. “I’ve got my eagle eyes on her. Looks like everything is clear so far.”

Mike spoke. “Scouting ahead, can’t see anything yet either.”

Levi climbed the building, left the top parking area and climbed into his car with Erwin in the passenger. “I’m worried.”

Erwin looked over at his friend. “She’s a tough cookie. She can do this.”

He whined a bit as he started driving. “I just don’t want her to get hurt. She got beat up because of me and a debt. She had to get a new spine because of me.”

“She’s stronger and smarter than you think.” Erwin smiled. “She’s become a stronger woman. You’ve allowed her to grow.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“I see a snake!” Sasha’s voice came through the earpiece. “She’s coming in hot and fast from the east. I think she might ram the bunny.”

Mike answered. “I’ve lost eyes on the bunny. She went through a building tunnel.”

Levi started to panic. “Bunny! I’ll race ahead. We have to find her car.” He drove ahead as his heart raced in his chest. “Come on bunny!” He drove his hover car around the building and saw Ariana’s car T-bone a parked car. “No…”

Ariana was driving fast and her rage was consuming her. All she could think about was killing you. You had ruined everything for her and after your live show, people were abandoning her left and right. All the money she had worked hard to build was now gone. She had never been this poor before. The only thing she wanted was for you to die.

She had followed you for a while and saw your car float into the building tunnel. She moved around the building and waited on the other side. As soon as you were out and parked in a nice spot, she floored and crashed the side of the car. Excitement surged through her because she knew that you had to be dead or dying. She stumbled out of her car and started laughing when blood dripped out the bottom of the door.

She opened her purse and pulled out her gold and pearl handgun. “I really hope you’re alive because I want to look you in the eyes when I shoot you in the head.” She walked closer in her designer high heels. “I don’t care what Danny says about you, you’re poison.” She glanced behind her to see a car pulling up making her smile. “More people who support me here to see you die.”

She fought with the door a little, it was heavy and stuck. A frustrated scream escaped her as she yanked on the door, but it wouldn’t open. She kicked the door a few times before yanking it open. A wicked laugh escaped her when she realised that the door was now open. She pulled it wide and saw there was nobody inside. All that remained inside the car were blood bags.

She glared. “What in the fuck!?”

“Amazing, right?”

She turned to see you in a stunning summer dress with a cute hat, your hair done nicely, pretty small heels and delicate makeup. At your side sat Hades with a cute bow. Ariana shook. “You should be dead…”

You folded your arms and popped your hip to the side. “Mm, no. Not yet. I have a long life to live.”

Ariana gripped her gun in her hand and Hades noticed. As soon as her hand twitched to move, he ran right for her and jumped. She lifted her hand with the gun but Hades was faster. He bit her wrist and ragged it causing her to drop the gun and scream in pain. She dropped to the floor before Hades released her. He bit her gun and ran over to you.

You took her gun and smiled. “Good boy.” You took the ammo out and sighed. “Did you think killing me would be so easy?” You walked closer to her. “I planned all of this out. I made sure that you wouldn’t and couldn’t win.” You leaned down and smiled at her. “You’ve lost to the woman who is fucking the son of your enemy. Isn’t that funny?”

Ariana screamed at you. “I hate you!”

“And I hate you. We have something in common.” You stood up and looked at cars turning up. “Oh, here comes the cavalry.”

Levi sprinted over to you. “Bunny!” He scooped you up into his arms and held you tightly. “Oh, my little bunny I thought that was your car and not the fake.”

You giggled. “I’m safe.” You showered his face with kisses. “You are the best.”

He put you down. “I guess I did use my brain in this one, huh?”

“You did.” You looked over to a car landing to see Vincent get out. “Your brother is here.”

Levi held you close as he watched his brother. “Let him process.”

Vincent stormed over to Ariana on the floor. He pulled his gun out and pointed at her face. With gritted teeth, he fought the tears stinging his eyes, but the emotions running through him were almost too much. “You…you…” He shook. “You were supposed to be my mother! I was nothing but this…tool to you…did…did you ever love me?”

Ariana panted as she held her arm. She stared up at Vincent. “What the fuck are you doing? You want to face off with me and try and get me to say I always loved you? You want me to say I regret being a bad mother?” She laughed. “You want me to fix your broken heart, huh? If you want me to be honest, Vincent, I wish I never gave birth to you. You’re a disappointment. I guess beating you was fun though. I destroyed my body for nothing.”

Vincent lowered his head and sobbed a little. “You…” He flinched when he heard a crack and Ariana scream. He looked up to see you pulling your fist back. He softly said your name. “Why?”

Levi pulled Vincent back. “Because we’re family.”

You shook your hand. “Your face is hard from all those surgeries, fuck me.” You hugged your arm to your chest. “Kuchel? You wanna hit in?”

Kuchel ran over and hit Ariana hard. “Vincent is my baby! Mine! I love that boy! He’s my son!”

Sebastian picked up Kuchel as she thrashed about. “Darling kitten, put the claws away.”

Vincent turned and hugged Levi. “Thank you.”

Levi rubbed Vincent’s back. “You don’t need her, okay? Now, where’s my confident and cocky big brother?”

“I’m here, you short handsome man.”

Levi shoved his brother off. “I’m not short.”

You hugged Levi tightly. “He’s perfect size. He’s my big man.”

Levi squeezed you. “Thank you.”

“So, what now? What are we going to do with her?”

Levi picked you up. “Don’t worry about that.”

You pouted. “But Levi.”

“Remember I told you that I would tell you about my mafia life, but some things will remain a secret to protect your cute head?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He carried you to his car. “This is one of those times.”

“Okay, I’ll be a good girl.”

He sat you inside the car. “Good, thank you.” You looked around him. “Is Vincent going to be okay? Vincent! Do you want to stay over ours?”

Vincent laughed. “Thank you, but I’ll stay with mum and dad.”

“Okay! You can come over anytime though!”

“Thank you!”

You sat back. “He’s nice. Oh, someone wants you to call them a good boy.”

He looked down at Hades as he sat with his tail wagging. “There’s my boy. You protected your mummy so well!” He fussed Hades. “Good boy!” He chuckled. “I’m going to get you a wonderful reward.”

“He deserves a massive bone.”

“He does.” Levi let Hades into the car. “Look after mummy a bit, I need to talk to everyone for a bit.”

You waved. “Be good.”

“Can’t promise that, bunny.”

You giggled. “I can’t wait to get you home.”

Levi paused a moment as he registered what you said. He smirked a bit. “Dirty bunny. I’ll punish you later.”

You sat back in the car and let out a long sigh. “I love that man so much.”

Hades lay his head on your lap wanting a fuss, so you gave it to him. It all seemed so peaceful now and safe. Your eyes closed as the tension in your body went. You didn’t realise how much you’d been clenched up, or how much anxiety was deep in you. Facing off against Ariana was a scary thing for you, there could have been so many things that could have gone wrong, but they didn’t.

You started laughing as tears ran down your cheeks. You rubbed your tears away as you kept laughing. A part of you couldn’t believe you were alive and well, that you had survived all of this. It made you feel so free now that this madness was over. The next steps for you now were marriage and kids.

You perked up when Levi got into the car. “Hey, grumpy.”

Levi gazed at you. “Are you okay? You’ve been crying.”

“I just…it was that crying where you laugh. I’m just relieved.”

Levi held you close. “I understand. I do.” He kissed the top of your head. “Let’s get home, eat some food, watch some TV and have amazing sex.”

You laughed. “Sounds perfect.”

Your mother fixed your hair for you and smiled. “You look like a princess.”

You welled up as a mix of emotions went through you. “Thank you.”

“I can’t believe you’re getting married. It seems like only yesterday you were a baby in my arms.”

You hummed a laugh. “Time flies, huh?”

“Levi is the perfect man. I won’t question his job.”

You giggled as you walked with her. “Best not to, mum.” You walked over to your maid of honour, you knew there was no one better for the job. “Vincent, do you have my flowers?”

“I do.” He smirked and handed you the flowers. “You know, I still can’t believe you asked me to do this. It’s the best thing ever.”

You hummed a laugh. “I couldn’t think of anyone more perfect. Also, my party was amazing.”

“You’re welcome.” He put his arm around you. “You ready?”

“I sure am.”

He stopped you. “Are you sure? I mean, we could run away together now.”

You laughed. “Vincent.”

He winked at you. “Got you to laugh. Sorry, you looked like you were nervous as shit.”

“Thank you, I feel better now.”

“Good.” He put his arm around you. “Now, let’s take you to go make the biggest mistake of your life.”

Your mother laughed. “Vincent!”

You backhanded his chest. “Vincent.”

He laughed. “I’m kidding! Levi is the best. I love my little brother.” He stopped in front of your dad. “She’s all yours.”

Your father offered his arm. “Come on, pet.”

You linked your arm with your father’s and walked towards the carpet laid out. A wedding in a garden was a dream come true and had you and Levi all over it. The peace and quiet were everything you needed. All the decorations were delicate and sweet. Levi had thought about everything when he set up this place. You were happy and deeply in love with Levi.

As soon as you locked eyes with Levi you started smiling and couldn’t stop smiling. Levi’s eyes widened when he saw you. A deep blush spread on his cheeks as his heart skipped a beat. He smiled so lovingly at you and walked towards you. Levi ignored the laughs and whispers as he ran towards you. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close to him.

Your father chuckled. “Now that is a man in love. She is all yours.”

Levi pulled back a bit. “Sorry, I squished your flowers.”

You giggled. “It’s okay.”

Levi smiled at your father. “Thank you.” He moved you towards the front. “You are so beautiful.”

“Thank you. You look so handsome. Your suit is perfect.”

“Yeah? I’m glad.” He hugged you close with one arm. “I can’t believe we’re getting married.”

You giggled. “It’s a dream.” You looked in front to see Sebastian. “Your dad is marrying us?”

Levi nodded. “He insisted.”

You hummed a laugh and hugged Levi’s arm as Sebastian read a few things and then allowed you and Levi to say your vows, of course, Levi moved you with his words of love and devotion to you. Your heart was filled with love and joy. He always made you feel like you were the single most beautiful person in the world.

Levi held your hands and said your name. “I would never die for you. I would never give my life up for you. Dying is too easy. Living is hard, it’s the hardest thing in the world for some. I want to live for you. Every single moment of my life will be dedicated to you and being with you. I eat, sleep, work, breathe and live for you. All the things I do in my life either involve you or it is for you. The way I view the future is different now. There are so many things I look forward to. Since you, I worry more, I fear more, I’m anxious more, but I smile more, I laugh more, I sing more, I do more and I enjoy every single moment. I explore my emotions and let them all out. I know that I can do anything in this life because I have you right by my side. Sometimes I worry that saying I love you is not enough to help you understand just how much I do love you, but sometimes those three words are all I need. I love you.”

You welled up a little and sniffed. “Incredible as always, Levi. You just have a way with words.” You wiped your tears away. “Damn, um I don’t know if I can come close to your vows. You’re so beautiful.”

He cupped your face and kissed your forehead. “I want to hear.”

You nibbled your lip. “For a long time, I was never happy. I didn't know what happiness was. I longed for happiness that I saw others having, but as time went on it seemed like it was not meant for me. I didn’t know what my purpose or what life had in store for me.” You gulped hard. “I let so many people walk all over me and I thought that was it, that was my life. You just appeared in my life like this black knight. You made me see that I am beautiful, smart, funny and kind. I gained a purpose in life and every single day with you was bright and full of colour. I have come to love myself and grow so brightly. Now I am excited for what life brings next. I’m excited for new things. I’m excited to go out there into the world. Every day I spend with you is pure deep happiness. I never knew happiness was this incredible. My happiness is you, all of you. I love you Levi more than anything. I will keep telling you every day I love you just so you know just how much and how deeply my love for you is.”

He smiled at you. “Adorable.”

You lowered your voice to a whisper. “I felt like that sucked compared to you.”

“You were incredible.” He exchanged the rings with you. “You are always incredible.”

Sebastian smiled. “You both may kiss.”

Levi yanked you against him and crashed his lips against yours. “Mine.”

You giggled. “Yours.”

“You ready for dinner?”

You nodded. “I’m starved.”

He scooped you up in his arms and started walking with you. “Mine.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. “I love you.”

“I love you forever and always.” He carried you to a little area just for you and him. He sat you down as your friends and family took their seats at other tables. “A nice little private spot for you and me.”

You shuffled closer and kissed him. “Yes.”

“I’m so glad everything is good again.” He sighed. “We have a nice perfect wedding.”

You hummed a laugh. “You disappointed that nothing went crazy?”

He smirked. “Well, a few explosions and gunfire might make it more exciting.” He leaned over and kissed you. “Though a lot of the exciting stuff will happen tonight in our room.”

You purred. “It will.” You massaged Levi’s Levi as you watched your guests. “Do you know what I find weird?”

He hummed at you. “Tell me.”

“That people are taking pictures and trying to film us.”

Levi nuzzled the crook of your neck. “That happens when you’re an Ackerman.” He kissed you and sighed. “So, how long before we can have a baby?”

You giggled at how sweet he was. “We can give it three years.”

“One.”

“Two.”

He hummed in thought. “Okay, two.” He hugged you tightly. “I know you getting the spine was a bad day, but it is a good things because it’ll keep you strong.”

You smiled at Levi. “Yes.” You kissed Levi and sighed. “How about one session of baby making tonight, hmm? My wedding present to you.”

Levi perked up. “Yes please.”

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