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Puck Me Chapter 3

Summary: Levi's ready to prove himself to Reader at their first lesson; Reader finds out she means more than she thought to Levi from the dance team.

A/N: I love all the love for Hockey Levi. Thanks to my beta @nilfgaardianleviosa, as always. Also thanks to @pacificheights for help!

Cross posted to AO3.

Tags: Levi Ackerman/Reader, AU-Modern Setting, Hockey Player Levi Ackerman, Figure Skater and Coach Reader, Enemies to Lovers, You know where this is going, this will be explicit in the future, 2nd person POV, female reader, romance, fluff, humor.

TW: bad words, fuckboys

Words: 2.1k

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Chapter 3: Chasing Tail is Not an Excuse

Levi shows up to your first practice together, and you have to admit, you’re surprised at how seriously he’s taking this. He’s ready waiting by the side of the ice for you at 6:15 in the morning, wearing tight fitting black pants, a tight grey t-shirt, and his Titans hoodie slung over his shoulder.

You’ve been on the ice since 5:30, running your jumps and spins, then playing the music for your short program. Nanaba watches you from the boards, eyes narrowed as she barks out orders to you. “Bigger arms. Go faster into your jumps. Cross check. Take your time, you’re rushing.”

You adjust as needed and as the program finishes, you turn to look at her. “Not bad, eh?”

“Yeah,” she says, smiling. “I think you’re ready to start competing again.”

“No, not yet. I don’t have my triples back. There’s no point in competing without them.”

“You’ll have them back by the time competition season starts.”

“You don’t know that,” you argue. You wave to Levi to join you on the ice since it’s 6:30am and he steps on, slowly skating over to you.

“Then at least work on testing through your dances,” Nanaba argues as Levi stops against the boards, watching you talk to your coach.

“What’s the point if I don’t have a partner to test with?”

“The point is, you have to test dances with and without a partner; do it without, and once you have a partner, you’ll have half as many tests to do.”

“Ugh, fine, I’ll test through some dances.”

“We’re always striving for something,” Nanaba reminds you. “We can’t expect to do better without admitting we have room to grow.”

“Damn, dude,” you mumble. “Why are you always therapy-ing me before the sun is even up?”

“Enjoy your lesson with Levi,” Nanaba says, smiling, before skating over to her next lesson.

“Hey,” you say to Levi, turning to face him. “Sorry, she likes to nag.”

“She just wants you to keep pushing yourself. She reminds me of Coach Smith. He’s a hardass, but he pushes us hard because he wants us to get better and be better.”

You nod. You know the hockey players, for all of their complaints about Erwin, respected the hell out of him and always strive to not disappoint him.

“You’re pretty good, by the way. I don’t know what you were doing but it was great.” His face flushes slightly. It looks like it took a lot for him to admit that to you.

You giggle. “Thanks. She wants me to try for Nationals again.”

“Are you going to?” he asks, leaning his elbow against the boards.

You shrug. “I don’t know. Maybe. I’m just busy with coaching and stuff, it feels silly to try to compete.”

“Who cares about what anyone besides you thinks?” he says, scoffing. “Do whatever makes you happy. If you want to compete, then compete. I love hockey. It makes the blood sing in my veins, it’s hard to describe what this sport has done for me, not to mention the family I’ve built here.”

“You’re right,” you agree softly, smiling at him. “I’ll think about it.”

He sets his hoodie down and looks out on the ice. This early in the morning are the skaters who skate competitively or at a higher level, usually. Late-teens, early and mid-20’s who have years of experience in figure skating. Everyone strokes around for a few minutes before splitting off into their lessons or routines, program music starting to play over the loudspeakers.

“These ladies are good,” Levi says. “I didn’t realize there were more than just kids skating.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Where do you think we all started? I’ve been skating since I was four years old.”

Levi gives you an impressed look. “Alright, then teach me how to skate, princess.”

“Go stroke around the rink.”

“That’s it?”

“Crossovers are next, go.”

Levi frowns at you but he starts down the rink, gliding on his blades as he rounds the corner, going slowly.

“Faster!” you call to him, and you can see the irritation in his eyes.

He begrudgingly picks up speed, nearly losing his balance as he comes to the corner again. You gesture for him to finish the lap and come back to you, smiling.

He looks suspicious of your smile, and he should be, because as he glides over to you, he realizes that he theoretically knows how to stop, but actually doing it on unfamiliar skates is a whole different matter. And you knew that before he did.

His eyes widen and then his brow furrows, it’s like you can literally see the thought process on his face. Oh shit, I don’t know how to stop. Well, I’ll do a ‘hockey stop’; both blades at the same time. I do it all the time.

He catches the edge of the blades, not expecting them to be so sharp, and is flung to the ice. You step to the side as he comes to a stop by crashing into the boards next to you.

“Ow,” he says, looking up at you.

"Time to learn how to stop," you sing as he picks himself off the ice.

You walk out of the coaches room to see Levi leaning against the wall across from it, face falling as he sees you. “Where’s the outfit?”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “What outfit? They told me to wear leggings.”

You’re in black leggings and a black tank top, and you can feel Levi staring at your ass while you turn to shut the door. You turn around and tilt your head at his eyes guiltily darting up to your face. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d walk you to practice.”

“Walk me a hundred feet down the hallway to the studio?”

He shrugs and you giggle to yourself at his attempted nonchalance. He starts telling you about a fight from his latest game, an explanation for the bruise on his jaw, and you find yourself daydreaming about what he looks like when he’s fighting in hockey. It makes you warm to even think about, so you try to focus on what he’s saying.

“It’s okay though, I gave him a black eye and we won the game.”

You look up at him, stopping at the door of the studio, open to show some of the girls stretching their muscles. They all fall silent as they see you and Levi talking, sharing looks between each other.

“Take it easy on the punches, okay?” you ask him.

He smiles, a little confused. “Why? It’s hockey, violence is part of the sport.”

“Don’t want you to have too many concussions,” you say, teasing lilt to your voice. “I need you to protect your brain so you can remember the steps for your debut as a figure skater.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’ll be fine.”

You brush your hair behind your ear, tucking it back into your braid, smiling at him. “I hope so, I’m really looking forward to it.”

You catch a genuine smile from him as he pulls you into a quick hug. “Fuckin’ adorable,” he mutters, so low you almost don’t catch it. “Have fun at dance practice, princess.”

“Pick me up after?” you ask him hopefully.

He winks at you and you wave, giggling as you walk into the studio. You’re suddenly aware of the ten girls staring at you with varying levels of shock.

“Hey,” you say, waving awkwardly. “Thanks for letting me join you guys for the game, I’m sorry to impose.”

“Well, when Levi Ackerman came and asked me to let you dance with us, I have to admit, I was curious,” says the captain, Historia Reiss, smiling at you, blue eyes alight. “I don’t even know if I’ve ever seen Levi twice with the same girl, but then he’s begging me to let you dance and agreed to put the letters on the jersey.”

You can’t keep the ridiculous smile off of your face, laughing as you set down your bag. “Begging? Really?”

“It’s true,” says someone named Ymir, vice captain of the dance team. “It was…pretty pathetic.”

“How did you manage to pussy whip Levi? Oh, I’m Sasha, by the way,” exclaims a girl, holding out a hand to you after asking.

You shake her hand and shrug. “I don’t think he’s pussy whipped or anything, that’s dramatic.”

“He just hugged you,” Sasha points out. “And did you say he was planning to be a figure skater?”

You laugh and explain the bet to them as you stretch your calves.

“I’ve never heard anyone talk more shit about figure skating than Levi. And you just bat your eyelashes at him and he’s skating? Unreal. I bow down to you,” Historia says jokingly.

“Damn. He’s down bad,” Ymir quips. The rest of the team giggles in agreement.

You give a faux-innocent look. “Oops.”

You hate to admit it to yourself, but you're feeling a little...romanced by Levi. You knew the reputation of the hockey team for going through girls like water bottles, but you're surprised to hear the dance team say how they think Levi is really going the extra mile to swoon you.

Never in a million years did you think you'd let a hockey player sweep you off your feet, especially not one with a reputation like Levi. You're not sure if this is just for fun anymore, but you push it to the side and just tell yourself to enjoy it while it lasts, however long that may be.

Dance practice is more intense than you anticipated. But by the end of it, you’ve learned all the steps and half the choreography. The dancers poke fun at you about Levi and you all laugh at the latest news traveling around the rink. When it’s time to go, you all spill out of the studio, laughing at a particularly funny comment from Ymir about Levi’s height.

“What’s so funny?” Levi asks, suspicious of the tone of laughter.

“Nothing,” you tell him, pushing through the girls to put your arms through his. “You’re still a good hockey player, even if you’re short.”

“Excuse me?” he says, looking back at the women barely containing themselves.

You start to pull him down the hallway, away from the team as they start laughing. “Nothing, dear. So, I was thinking you should buy me dinner.”

“Why am I buying you dinner?”

“Well, for your punishment, you get to be fully dressed. For mine, you failed to mention I’m going to be in short shorts and a bra for the performance.”

“It’s a crop top,” he points out, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Exactly,” you say, walking into the coaches room to get your purse. “So where would you like to take me?”

He laughs, leaning against the door of the room as you slip joggers over your athletic leggings and switch out dance shoes for your warm boots. “I’d like to take you home.”

You stand up, smirking at his words. “Memorize the steps to the dance and I’ll think about it.”

His eyebrows raise in surprise, and he reaches for your hand as you walk over. You give it to him and walk down the hallway to the lobby, and you giggle when you try to let go of his hand, making him squeeze yours tighter.

“Levi, you coming back to Smith’s for the team dinner?” Eren calls from the hockey locker room as you pass by.

You go to drop his hand again, but he keeps hold of it, pulling you into the doorway beside him. “Can you make an excuse for me? Promised princess I’d take her to dinner, I forgot.”

You smile, face half hidden behind his massive bicep you’re holding onto with your other hand. Fuck, he’s so built it makes you want to drool.

Eren laughs and waves Levi off, saying he’ll find something and to enjoy his night. Levi walks you out of the rink, arm slipping around your shoulders as he leads you to his dark grey Jeep Wrangler, opening the passenger side door for you as you roll your eyes. But you still accept his hand to get into the vehicle.

“Why is Levi running drills by himself?” you ask as you walk up to Eren, in your skates, a little early for afternoon sessions the next day.

Eren and a few of his teammates are standing by the boards, watching Levi through the plexiglass with pity in their eyes.

Erwin stands at the center of the ice, following Levi, who is in full gear, as he skates drills up and down, yelling at him to skate faster and harder.

“Levi’s being punished,” Eren says, a hint of humor to his voice as he looks over at you with a smirk. “For skipping team dinner.”

“So, you didn’t make a good enough excuse for him?”

“Captain Erwin saw you two leave the parking lot together. And he says chasing tail is not an excuse.”

You can’t help but giggle as Erwin finally waves the Zamboni onto the ice, fifteen minutes before the session starts. Levi meets your eyes once his helmet is off and you pout apologetically at him.

“Sorry,” you mouth to him.

He smiles back at you, and mouths, “Worth it.”

A/N: How are we feeling about Reader and Levi's blossoming situationship? I hope you enjoyed! As @pacificheights said, "This is wonderfully unserious". That is the goal of this story, and it has been so much fun to write.

Next up will be Levi's debut as a figure skater and Reader's debut as a hockey girl. Let me know what you think! I appreciate all of you readers so much <3 thanks for encouraging me to keep posting and your love for hockey player/fuckboy Levi.

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