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• Chapter Eight •

Naga!Levi Ackerman/Fem!Reader

Summary: Growing up, the forests edge always darkened the far corner of your small village. The giant, twisted branches overhead rendered the forest floor a terrifying, pitch black. You shouldn't be here. There's creatures here, dangerous ones.

Overall warnings: Past references to child abuse, blood, scars, gore, mystery, eventual sex, inhuman genitalia (Levi is a snake man), horror vibes.

Chapter warnings: Past references to child abuse, blood, scars, some very detailed kisses.

Chapter Length: 9.5k

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The most special of shoutouts to my beloved friend and beta @theferricfox!!! Also, credit to @the-milk-anon for the snake banner!!

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You blink to awareness with the sound of rain. It’s just a soft pitter-patter, barely audible over the flickering fire. Smothered in warmth, you realize that you're not curled up next to the fire, where'd you'd fallen asleep last night. An arm rests heavy where it's draped across your hip. Levi is cuddling you in sleep with his chest pressed flat to your back. He must've dragged you over at some point during the night. Voice rough from sleep, you ask, “Do we cuddle now?”

The cute rounded tip of his nose bumps your shoulder. Tightening the grip on your hip, he grumbles sleepily, “Your teeth were chattering.”

As the week has passed since you opened up, the storm that accompanied that moment has subsided quickly, leaving behind a lingering sense of warmth. Playfully, you tease Levi, saying, "Lies."

Dryly, he insists, "It's not. My ears are still ringing from all the noise."

Noting the change in weather, you remark, "It feels like it's practically spring." The past few days have been warm enough to melt most of the snow that had fallen just a week ago—a wet and heavy slush. Now, only dirty patches remain, clinging to the mountainside and the bases of the trees. Curious about the duration of this change, you wonder aloud, "I wonder how much longer it'll be."

Levi's curious hum is accompanied by a brief tightening of his fingers on your hip. His warm breath brushes against your back, creating a comforting sensation even through the thin fabric of your shirt. As his voice rumbles, vibrating through your chest, he suggests, "It's still dark. You should go back to sleep."

Turning your head to glance at the entrance, you notice the pitch-black darkness outside. Squinting, you can barely make out the wet streaks of rain on the stone beyond the scraggly lip. Curious about why Levi is awake, you inquire, "Why are you awake?"

Letting out a sigh, Levi replies, his forehead lightly bumping into your shoulder blade, "The giant visited not too long ago. I'm surprised it didn't disturb you. The big idiot woke me up."

During the past week, you've discovered various aspects about your companion. One of them being that he's a cuddle monster, despite his reluctance to admit it. Additionally, you've come across some surprising items hidden in the cubby below, beyond the expected soap and razor. Among them, you found a small collection of books. It puzzled you when he offered you one, as the titles didn't seem like something he would be interested in. In an embarrassed manner, he explained that they actually belong to his den-mates, who enjoy forcing the books upon him, suggesting that he should engage in something worthwhile while fighting his own biology.

Over the past few days, you've delved into "Metal and Glass," a thick tome covering various methods of handcrafting jewelry. Although the book predominantly focuses on different styles of metalworking, it stood out as the most intriguing option among the collection.

You found "Greed and Beatitude" and "An Analysis on the Refraction of Light" too intimidating to open, given their ancient appearance and thickness. Considering your options, you contemplate delving into the book on Color Theory next, hoping it will capture your interest more than your current selection. As time passes, you find it increasingly challenging to muster the motivation to reopen the book on Naga jewelry. Initially intriguing, the subject matter has failed to maintain your attention, and progress feels painstakingly slow.

On a different note, you appreciate the fact that you're once again wearing your own clothes. Levi had skillfully repaired your trousers earlier in the week. With precise swipes of his claws, he had removed the frayed edges, leaving behind large slashes in the fabric. To fill the gaps, he adorned the trousers with some pelts. The result is a striking display of long, pure white claw marks running from your inner thigh to your knee, with soft white rabbit fur bursting out from the slashes. It almost appears deliberate, as if it were an artistic statement in itself.

Levi's skill in sewing is evident as the different materials seamlessly merge, creating a flawless line without any discomforting puckered edges against your skin. Throughout the entire process, his expression remained remarkably gentle and focused, captivating your attention. Thankfully, he didn't lift his gaze, allowing you to observe him peacefully engrossed in his task. There was a sense of tranquility about him.

Now, those claw marks are the only remnants of your injury, while the skin beneath them appears flawless and rejuvenated. True to Levi's assurance, not even a scar remains. Although your ankle may still twinge occasionally if you step on it the wrong way, overall you feel as good as new. It's as if the terrifying incident never happened, and you can breathe a sigh of relief.

As the days pass, you've noticed that Levi keeps himself occupied, sleeping less and venturing out for extended periods of time now that the weather has become warmer. Each time he leaves, worry consumes you, but you always feel somewhat foolish in the end. The Maw is his domain, and he possesses extensive experience in surviving the treacherous woods. Despite occasional chill spells and stiff breezes, the overall temperature has improved, providing a relatively warm environment.

The growing depth of your affection for Levi is indeed both exhilarating and somewhat daunting. The intensity of your emotions can be overwhelming at times, as it feels almost terrifying to be so deeply connected to someone.

When he returns from his excursions, he always carries something lifeless over his shoulder. Seeking warmth, he presses close to your side, and his skin is perpetually icy, which concerns you. The two of you have primarily consumed rabbits for sustenance, although there was one morning where small fish greeted you, roasting on sticks over the fire. On his outings, he always brings a cup and returns with a handful of cranberries, which never fails to bring a smile to your face. However, you haven't mustered the courage to tell him that cranberries are terribly bitter.

While you find it challenging to maintain focus on a chapter about knots, Levi remains occupied with cleaning hides and diligently preparing them to be added to the growing mass of bedding. He has a knack for staying busy and productive, showcasing his resourcefulness.

However, one significant aspect that stands out is Levi's recurring nightmares. Although you're no stranger to nightmares yourself, you tend to be a deep sleeper once you finally drift off. In contrast, Levi grapples with both ends of the sleep spectrum. It takes him a considerable amount of time to fall asleep, and even then, his slumber is light and easily disrupted. Occasionally, you hear him hiss softly in his sleep, indicating the distress caused by the nightmares. When he wakes from these unsettling dreams, it takes a while for him to settle back down. Once Levi is awake, he tends to remain so for some time, making it challenging for him to find restful sleep.

Rising up on an elbow, you twist around in his grasp to face him. “Can I help?”

The movement causes your shirt to become awkwardly twisted around your torso. Without hesitation, Levi instinctively uses his thumb to untangle the fabric, ensuring it lies flat. However, he frowns, his fingers gliding along the gap at the small of your back, and he responds, “You don’t have to stay up.”

Levi’s concern for your well-being is evident in his words. He doesn’t want you to feel obligated to stay awake or assist him with his struggles during the night.

“I want to,” you insist earnestly, waving a hand as if to shoo away the thought. “It's not like I have anything to do during the day. I could always take a nap later.”

Levi huffs in response, pressing his face into the column of your neck. His sigh carries a mixture of reluctance and gratitude. He then asks, “Not enjoying the book, huh?”

Levi's teasing tone sends a pleasant throb through your heart, and you respond dryly, "Tell your friends to give you less boring books next time." The sensation of his bangs brushing against the column of your neck rekindles the burning desire to run your fingers through his hair. Suppressing the urge, you dig your nails into your palms, attempting to distract yourself. "Maybe something with an actual story," you add, hinting at your preference for more engaging reads.

Flopping his head back onto the bedding, Levi shoots you an exasperated look. "I think the best you're going to get is probably a historical drama," he remarks.

You remark, noting the look on Levi's face, "Sounds like you're speaking from experience." The confirmation is practically written all over his face. Expressing your disinterest, you tell him flatly, "Even a historical drama sounds more intriguing than learning about light. None of the books in my village were ever like this. Why did they give you such peculiar titles?"

Levi responds in a sarcastic tone, "Be sure to let Hange know that you didn't appreciate their book selection," his voice dripping with sarcasm. He raises a hand from your back and gestures towards you with a flick of his wrist, implying the potential reaction from Hange, "I'm sure their response to all of this," he gestures to you, "will be nice and calm."

“That sounds ominous,” you note worriedly, “is that a… good thing?”

Levi rolls his eyes in an exaggerated manner, dismissing your concerns. “Just be prepared for a whole lot of energy. Your hearing is less sensitive than mine. You’ll be fine,” he reassures you, patting your back softly. “All of them are just trying to share their hobbies with me.”

You respond, acknowledging their kindness, saying, “That’s nice of them, I guess.” Curiosity piqued, you ask, “Hange’s the one who gave you the science books?”

He shakes his head, “The one on Color Theory is from Moblit.” That's another new name. You file it away for safekeeping. “What are the books you’re used to like? You mentioned that your village has a library.”

You sigh sadly, reminiscing about the small and worn building that served as your village’s library. It was located next to Town Hall, but in comparison, it was like a shack. “Most of the non-fiction books there just covered the basics of the topic, and many of them had missing pages,” you explain. “Aside from that, there were mostly romance novels and children’s stories. Not much variety. Apart from myself, not many people visited the library.”

The contrast between your village’s modest library and the assortment of books that Levi has access to is striking, highlighting the different worlds you both come from.

Levi hums knowingly, “I’m betting your town heads controlled more than just their secret room of Witch’s Tomes.”

You nod in agreement. You've had the thought before that those missing pages were probably purposely torn from the binding. “Do you have any books of your own?”

Levi adjusts his position, his arm tightening around your waist as he admits, “Not really. I’ve never been much of a reader. The books I have are mostly gifts from my den-mates. They insist on sharing their interests with me.” You can hear a blend of gratitude and slight exasperation in his tone. He then nods, his dark hair brushing against the bedding, and adds, “I didn’t bring them with me, but I do have a couple of books on the art of tea making.”

“The art of- that's interesting! I'd love to see them….” It's endearing that someone so scarred and battle hardened has such soft hobbies. Sewing and tea. The image of him immersing himself in the pages, learning the nuances of brewing the perfect cup of tea, brings a smile to your face. “I was never allowed to have any books of my own. I couldn't even take any of them home from the library.”

Levi’s gaze softens, and his gray eyes fill your heart with warmth. His thumb rubs a soothing line below your shoulder blade, and you notice the slight glimpse of his forked tongue moistening his lips.

In a gentle tone, he responds, “I have an empty shelf. You can start a collection. It won’t be too hard to move them to your place once it’s built.”

You manage to force an eager smile across your lips, masking the slight frown that tugs at the corners. While the offer of having your own shelf and sharing books with Levi is sweet and exciting, it also serves as a reminder of your looming separation, leaving a bittersweet feeling in your stomach. Pushing aside those emotions, you change the subject and ask, “I’m surprised you even had books like those. Isn't your Den small?”

Levi responds enigmatically, “Not as small as you’d think. Some of my friends would probably go insane without the library. Ours isn’t censored like yours had been. I’m sure you’ll enjoy visiting it.”

“You're making it difficult to wait until spring,” you complain half-heartedly. Levi huffs in response, rolling onto his back to stare at the ceiling.

You continue to lie on your side, observing him with a mix of admiration and affection. Your eyes trace the graceful movement of his throat as it rises and falls with each swallow, captivated by the play of firelight on his chiseled cheekbones. His fingers fidget nervously, interlaced in a loose clasp resting on his stomach. In that moment, you can’t help but marvel at his otherworldly beauty, appreciating every aspect of him, both human and Naga.

The depth of your connection with Levi is both surprising and exhilarating. While you’ve experienced fleeting crushes in the past, they pale in comparison to the profound bond you share with him. In just two short weeks, it feels as though he understands you on a level no one else ever has. The hours spent engaged in deep conversations have only served to strengthen your feelings for him. It’s a scary realization, one that you’re hesitant to fully acknowledge or articulate. But deep down, you know there’s something special between the two of you, something that surpasses mere affection.

The two of you often spend hours just talking. You like him. Maybe even more. You're too afraid to even fully form the thought.

Your eyes catch his hair once again, the dark strands splayed out messily across the light pelt below. Fingers itching yet again, you can't help yourself. “Can I touch your hair?” A surge of embarrassed heat floods your face as soon as the words escape.

In his surprise, his head jerks quickly to face you. Eyebrows raised in an open expression of shock, pink dusts along his cheeks. On his belly, his fingers twist together nervously, “Sure?”

Levi's surprised reaction and the slight blush on his cheeks only make your own embarrassment intensify. However, the permission he gives you fills you with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Slowly, you extend a hand towards his hair, fingers trembling slightly. As your fingertips brush against the soft strands, a wave of warmth and intimacy washes over you. Gently, you begin to run your fingers through his hair, savoring the softness and the sensation of closeness it brings.

It's soft. Unbelievably soft and silky. Your fingers wander, brushing through the longer strands in long sweeping motions. Eyes fluttering closed, Levi groans quietly, unable to fully suppress the sound of pleasure. The vulnerability in his expression, the way his features relax, is a sight you rarely get to witness.

Levi's response to your touch only fuels your desire to explore further. You continue to run your fingers through his hair, feeling the way it glides and tugs slightly with each movement. His body reacts, shifting closer to you, as if seeking more of your touch. It's a gratifying sensation, knowing that you can bring him this level of comfort and ease.

As your nails scratch gently into his scalp, you discover another texture—the soft scruff of his undercut. It's a contrast to the rest of his hair, but equally enticing. Levi shudders, a full-body reaction, as your touch reaches him on a deeper level.

In this intimate moment, your heart races with a mix of tenderness and desire. The connection between you grows stronger, and you can't help but wonder where these feelings will lead. It's a glimpse into the depth of your affection for Levi, and it leaves you yearning for more moments like this.

The sight and sound of Levi's response to your touch fill you with a mix of satisfaction and intrigue. It's as if this simple act of running your fingers through his hair has the power to relax him, to bring him a moment of peace amidst his usually guarded demeanor. Your own heartbeat quickens at the realization of the effect you have on him.

With a growing sense of boldness, you continue to explore the texture of his hair, varying the pressure and rhythm of your touch. Each reaction, each shudder and sigh from Levi, fuels your desire to bring him comfort and pleasure. The connection between you feels intimate and special, deepening the bond you share.

Lost in this moment, you cherish the opportunity to offer this small act of affection and care. It's a reminder of the growing depth of your feelings for Levi and the connection that continues to strengthen between you.

Suddenly, your fingers catch on something. There's a little bump high along the back of his head. It’s a rounded groove, not much larger than your fingertip. You gasp quietly, realizing what it is. A scar.

Eyes peeling open, Levi blinks slow and double lidded, eyes dragging along your face. He grunts, head shifting in your grip. “That's from a Manticore,” he explains. Hand rising, his fingers graze yours as he feels the wound as well. “Almost died from that one.”

It doesn't seem to be too deep, but who knows how bad it was for this to be it's healed form. You murmur, “I've never heard of that before.”

“They aren't too big, maybe the size of a horse, with a human face, lion body and a scorpion tail,” Levi starts, shifting back onto his side to face you. All around you his tail ripples, coiling up closer. “I was young when I fought it. I wasn't really big enough to wrap around it completely so it was a struggle. It's fucking stinger caught me right in the back of the head.”

“That's fucking terrifying.” Just imagining it has all the hair raising on the back of your neck. The massive length of his tail filling the cave around you only emphasizes how small he must have been at that point. “Stinger- Did it poison you?”

He nods, face scrunching up at the memory. “Burned like a motherfucker,” he confirms.

“You're so strong,” you breathe, not really meaning to speak aloud. Feeling a mix of admiration and curiosity, your fingers find the edge of a long scar across the curve of his right bicep. The scar feels bumpy and uneven at the edges, but the center is smooth and silvery. “What's this one from?”

Levi takes a moment to think, his eyes fluttering as he recalls the origin of the scar. "Hmm, a dragon, I think," he responds.

Your surprise is palpable, causing him to flinch. "You fought a dragon?" you exclaim.

He tries to calm your excitement by gently gliding his fingers along your shoulder. "It was young, probably a lot smaller than what you're picturing," he hastily clarifies, as if that diminishes the level of terror. "One of its talons caught me while I was taking it down."

As your mind races with images of flickering, red hot flames, you can't help but ask, "Don't dragons breathe fire?"

Levi shrugs nonchalantly, seemingly unfazed. "Naga do fine with heat; it's the cold that poses a problem for us. Surprisingly, we're distantly related to dragons," he explains.

"I can see the resemblance," you comment, your fingers gently toying with the small scales at his hip where fair alabaster skin meets glittering onyx. "I still can't believe you slayed a dragon."

Levi proceeds to elaborate, saying, "It was Wild. Dragons are usually known for their craftiness and intelligence, but this one was definitely sick. It just kept flying into the metal ceiling. Its face was already bloody and broken before I was even thrown into the pit."

Curiosity piqued, you shift your attention to the tiny nicks scattered across his abs, gently grazing them with your fingers. "What about these?" you inquire, wondering about the origin of those marks.

Levi's face contorts with a grimace as he recalls the encounter. "A Wendigo," he says. "That spindly fucker had long arms and claws like needles."

The image of such a creature sends a shiver down your spine, and you find it difficult to visualize. The only details you recall are their cold grey skin and haunting hollow eyes, described as corpse-like. Your fingers gravitate towards a deeper scar across his abdomen as you inquire, "This one? Is it from the Wendigo too?"

Levi responds with a small smirk, his eyes shining with a beautiful curiosity. “A were-cat,” he confirms.

Surprised, you ask, “Those are real?”

“No.” Levi lets out a soft laugh, causing his abs to ripple beneath your hand. The feel of it makes your mouth suddenly both too dry and too wet at the same time. The mirth in his eyes only worsens your state.

“I’m glad you can make jokes about it, at least,” you tell him with a huff. “I don't know how you survived that and managed to stay sane.”

Levi swallows heavily, his gaze distant and his voice carrying a faraway tone. “I didn’t, not really, you know that,” he responds.

Blinking, you recall that Levi had gone Wild for an unknown period of time. Sympathizing with his struggles, you confess, “Sometimes… sometimes it was a struggle for me too. My mind went to dangerous places.”

Levi's comforting hand on your shoulder brings you back to the present, grounding you in the moment. His voice is gentle as he advises, "Hey, I know. Trust me, I know. I've sort of... separated myself from that time in my life. I try not to dwell on it too much."

“It's still so fresh. I still feel horrible about the deaths that I caused..” you sniffle, wiggling closer. “I still feel my parents' blood on my hands sometimes.”

Levi offers solace, patting your back softly. "It'll fade," he reassures. "It'll fade. New memories will eventually replace them. Good ones will take their place."

“C-can we change the subject?” you ask, lip wobbling. You don't want to cry about this, not again.

Levi nods in understanding and remains silent for a few minutes, contemplating. Eventually, he breaks the silence, asking, “The man you were sold to -what was he like?”

Surprised by the question, you raise your head from the bedding to gaze down at Levi. “Zeke?” you repeat, seeking clarification. “Why do you ask?”

“I’m curious..” he explains, “the way you described him sounded so… disgusting. What kind of person buys a mate?”

Confusion flashes across your face as you process the term “mate.”

"It's actually not too uncommon for parents to arrange marriages or offer something in such situations. Usually, it's the other way around, where the potential suitor offers something to cover the potential loss of labor. And typically, there is prior acquaintance with the person," you explain with a heavy sigh of frustration. "But it's just... It's just that..." Your voice trails off as you flop your head back down, overwhelmed by emotions.

The weight of the situation hits you, and tears well up in your eyes against your own intention. Your vision blurs, making Levi's face appear as a distorted and wet mixture of colors. Sniffling, you find comfort in Levi's shushing and the gentle circles his thumb makes on your hip.

You let out a frustrated huff, feeling strengthened as you voice your thoughts. "They had mentioned multiple times that I should've found a husband by now, considering my age. But it's infuriating that my parents went behind my back and made a deal without my knowledge. It felt like they just wanted to get rid of me, and that hurt. Even after everything they did, it still hurt."

Doubts creep in, and you belittle yourself, saying, "I don't understand why someone like Zeke would take the offer. I'm just a random farm girl from the middle of nowhere. There's nothing special about me."

Levi's frown deepens as he absorbs your words. He seems eager to say something, but hesitates before finally speaking in a soft tone, "Do you know what he wanted from you?"

Shaking your head, you reply, "I don't know. I only met him three times, and he mostly talked about himself. He went on and on about his importance and the trade routes he managed, blah blah blah." You mimic a flapping mouth with your hand. "I didn't really pay attention to what he was saying. I was too consumed by my anger towards the entire situation."

“That's understandable,” Levi murmurs. This isn't the first time you've noticed it, but you like the way he listens. It's as if he hangs on every word, waiting calmly for you to finish before even forming his response. “I hate people like that,” he adds, “so full of themselves that they don’t realize how far their head is up their own ass.”

You hum in agreement, finding solace in Levi’s understanding. “I immediately didn't like his whole vibe. Everything about him felt like one big performance. And he was so touchy, immediately grabbing for my shoulders and my hands the moment we met. I couldn't walk anywhere without his fingers locked around my wrist.” Wrapping your fingers around your right wrist, you remember the strength of his grip clear as day. “He called me weird names too, like his ‘little acquizition’. It felt like I was a cow being sold for breeding stock.”

Levi grunts in agreement, his anger evident as his nose flares. “Sounds like a controlling piece of shit,” he remarks.

“Probably not, he wasn't even in town,” you laugh wryly. “It- it didn't feel like he was even remotely interested in me. It was weird. Felt like I was being passed from the hell I knew to something new and worse. I had no control… All I really knew is that I didn't want to abandon my entire life to end up somewhere I didn't know under the thumb of a man I didn't know or like.”

“And look at where you are now,” Levi points out smoothly.

Levi's observation brings a sense of comfort, his thumb pressing reassuringly against your hip. You let out a genuine and joyful laugh at his remark, acknowledging the positive turn your life has taken. "Yeah, only one of those things is true," you respond, your voice laced with happiness. "I'm glad I'm here." With you. You leave the unspoken part hanging in the air, too shy to voice it explicitly.

Levi reciprocates your sentiment, expressing his own gratitude. "I am too," he replies. "I'd probably be dead otherwise."

You both share a connection through the survival you found in each other's presence. "Same," you admit, reflecting on the contrast between your destinies. Fire versus ice. "I still have the ring he gave me. It's in my bag," you confess.

“Ring?” Levi questions confusedly. “He gave you jewelry?”

“It's gaudy as hell with a huge ugly stone,” you gripe. “I know others see them differently,” you explain, “as a symbol of commitment. But to me, it felt like an outward display of his ownership. The ring was so heavy on my finger that it felt like a shackle.”

Levi grimaces at the mention of shackles, hissing softly under his breath. “Why did you wear it?”

“I had to when he was around,” you explain. “I tore that fucker off the moment he was out of eyesight.”

Rising up onto his elbow, Levi squints across the cave towards the fireside, where your bag rests next to your coat. “You said you brought it with you?”

Twisting, you follow his line of sight. Naga like jewelry. “You can see it, if you want. It should be loose in my bag, probably towards the bottom.”

Sitting up with a grunt, Levi uses part of his tail to pull your backpack over to his side. After some digging, the tiny metal circle is pulled free. Pinched between two of his claws, the ring appears even thicker and uglier in his grip, the dark tarnished gold metal contrasting with the large, sickly yellowish-green Malachite gemstone protruding prominently from the frame. As Levi holds it in front of him, his face contorts with a mixture of curiosity and disgust.

You smirk up at him, relishing in the revulsion reflected in his eyes as he gazes at the ring. "See, I told you it was ugly."

"It's not that," he begins, flicking his tongue out towards the ring. "Though I don't disagree... It's just that it smells familiar."

Surprised, you sit up abruptly, eager to understand his remark. "What do you mean?" you inquire, curiosity piqued.

Levi's tongue flicks out once more, barely missing the surface of the ring. His expression contorts, a mixture of disbelief and uncertainty. "It's probably just my imagination playing tricks on me. It couldn't be possible."

You frown, feeling a tinge of disappointment. "I don't know why I bothered bringing it along. I didn't even want it in the first place," you admit, gesturing vaguely towards the ring. "If you're interested, you can have it."

“No,” he spits, still holding the ring between two fingers as if it’s contaminated. “I don’t want it.”

Looking outside, you note that it's still raining steadily. The sky seems just a tad lighter, morning light slowly filtering from above the mountain. You contemplate throwing it out into the woods for whatever little creatures scuttling about to add to their collection. “I don’t even want to see it anymore,” you confess.

Levi offers a suggestion, his tone slightly softened. “If you want, I can give it to Hange. They call themselves an inventor, but they're more of a tinkerer if anything. I'm sure the gem will be useful to them at least.”

You nod, appreciating the thought of the ring finding purpose rather than being abandoned in the woods. “That's probably better than just throwing it into the woods.”

Pulling up the layers of the bedding, he tucks the ring away in the cubby below. As he turns back to you, your eyes catch thin white lines circling around his wrists. Shackles. The realization dawns upon you, realizing the sensitivity of the topic you had unknowingly touched upon earlier. A wave of regret washes over you, feeling foolish for bringing it up.

As he starts to twist back to lie by your side, you seize his wrist, halting his movement. Your fingers trace the white streak along his delicate wrist, feeling the surprising smoothness of his skin despite the lingering scar. Its faint visibility and flatness blend seamlessly with the rest of his complexion, a testament to his remarkable healing ability. A sense of relief washes over you, grateful that he has fared well in that regard.

"I'm sorry that you had to endure all of that on your own," you express sincerely, your voice filled with empathy.

Levi hesitates, his admission emerging with evident difficulty, as if each word is a struggle. His chest rises and falls with a heavy sigh, and he eventually withdraws his wrist from your grasp. "I wasn't always alone," he confesses, his tone tinged with a mix of melancholy and strength. "I was just the one who managed to survive the longest."

You observe Levi’s struggle to speak, sensing the weight of his words and the emotions behind them. Concerned for his well-being, you offer understanding and give him an out, not wanting to push him if it becomes too overwhelming. “You don't need to tell me if it's too much-”

However, he waves away your worry with a raised hand, indicating his willingness to share. “Only breeders were kept alone,” he begins, his voice carrying a hint of bitterness. “I wasn’t one of them.” There’s a palpable pause, heavy with an ominous implication that hangs in the air. Yet. “Fighters, like me, were kept in larger, communal cages,” he continues, his tone tinged with a mix of resignation and reminiscence. “There was no privacy, and others constantly came and went. Most didn’t survive beyond a single fight, but…” His voice wavers, and he closes his eyes, releasing a weary sigh. “Two… two managed to endure longer than the others. A couple of years. We grew close.”

As you gently pat his arm, offering comfort in your touch, you acknowledge his statement. “You made friends,” you observe, recognizing the significance of those connections in such a harsh environment. “What were their names?”

Levi’s reply carries a mix of nostalgia and sorrow. “Furlan and Isabel,” he reveals. “They were more than friends, really. They were like family to me.” His voice trembles slightly, laced with the pain of recollection. “When they eventually got injured, I tried everything to save them, to stop the bleeding…”

Not again. This can't be happening again. A wave of realization crashes over you as the pieces fall into place. The gravity of the situation hits you hard. “They died,” you utter, your voice heavy with sorrow and understanding. The echoes of his earlier words resonate within you, and the thought of him enduring such loss once again fills you with a profound sadness.

Levi’s eyes reflect the weight of his past as he nods, his sadness palpable. “They weren’t Naga, so their healing was slow,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with a mixture of grief and guilt. “I held them in my arms as they bled out, one after the other.”

“I'm sure you did your best.” Realizing the inadvertent reminder of his painful memories, you offer a heartfelt apology. “I’m sorry. I know you try not to dwell on those moments, and yet here I am, bringing them up again. I didn’t mean to keep reminding you.” Regret fills your words as you express your sincere remorse.

Levi gently interrupts your apology, his voice carrying a touch of reassurance. "What have I told you about apologizing? Not all of those memories are bad," he points out. "The humans would leave us alone for stretches of time while we were healing, and there were moments of peace amidst the suffering. Remembering those bits brings some solace."

Intrigued by the glimpses of tranquility he experienced, you express your curiosity. "Like what? What are some of the moments you remember from those times?" you ask, eager to hear the fragments of solace that reside in Levi's heart.

Levi's face softens with a bittersweet smile as he reminisces. "Izzy, she was a Harpy. Much younger than Furlan and me," he recalls. "She had this playful habit of plucking her feathers and sticking them into Furlan's fur while he was asleep. It became a little game for her, trying to see how many she could place before he woke up. And let me tell you, that Lynx was always furious once he opened his eyes."

You can't help but laugh at the image painted by Levi's words. "They sound like they were a lot of fun," you remark, enjoying the lighter memories that bring a sense of warmth and camaraderie to the forefront.

Levi's nod carries a mix of nostalgia and sorrow. "For a while, it felt like we were a team, standing together against the world," he recounts. "They would be taken away for fights, but they always returned with only a few scratches. We would swipe extra food from the guards, making plans to escape that place. The plans were probably silly and unrealistic, but Furlan had a keen mind and a keen eye. It gave us hope... a glimmer of a future."

His voice wavers with emotion as he continues, his words heavy with grief. "But then, one day... everything changed. They both returned, but this time missing limbs. And I was left alone. Their bodies were taken away for harvesting, even before they had a chance to grow cold."

By the time Levi finishes speaking, his voice cracks and his eyes well up with tears, the pain of loss and abandonment raw and visible. It's a moment of vulnerability that he shares, allowing you a glimpse into the depths of his sorrow.

“Levi..” Understanding the depth of Levi’s pain, you instinctively pull him closer, wrapping an arm around his back and offering comfort without words. You don't apologize, even though the words burn right on the tip of your tongue. Instead you just let him press his face into your neck for several moments. His shoulders heave and you feel a wetness there, but you hold him without judgment or comment.

As you both find solace in each other’s presence, you become aware of the soft morning light gradually illuminating the horizon through the cave opening. The colors of dawn paint the sky in hues of peach and pink, signaling the beginning of a new day. A gentle sigh escapes your lips as you remark, “So much for talking you back to sleep…”

“Wasn't going to work anyway,” he sniffles quietly, pulling away from your neck. “You know that.”

“Let's at least talk about something happy next time,” you pat his back softly. You take a moment to appreciate his beauty, even with traces of tears lingering on his face. There’s a certain grace to his features, the faint pinkness around his eyes adding a touch of vulnerability.

“Sure,” he replies earnestly. However, his attention suddenly shifts, and he yawns, exposing his sharpened teeth in a display that is both charming and slightly intimidating. His gaze drifts past you, capturing something outside.

Following his line of sight, you turn your head and see it. Flakes of snow dance through the air, creating a serene and magical scene. “It’s snowing,” you remark, a smile tugging at your lips. The sight brings a sense of wonder and delight, momentarily shifting the mood to something lighter and filled with beauty. It's just a light dusting. The temperature must've dropped, turning the steady rain into a sudden flurry. You frown, “So much for the warm streak.”

A sharp, cold breeze cuts through the air, prompting Levi to seek warmth and shelter in the familiar embrace of your neck. His tail coils around you protectively, creating a comforting barrier. “It won’t last,” he reassures you, his voice carrying a hint of optimism or perhaps a recognition of the approaching shift in weather. Considering his ability to sense the last storm beforehand, it’s possible that he has an intuition for such changes.

“Hopefully this is the last snow. Spring can’t be that far off,” you express with a hopeful tone. In response, Levi tightens his grip on your hip, his nails gently pricking against your skin. It’s a subtle gesture, but it speaks volumes.

“Mhmm,” Levi mutters tiredly into your neck. His nose unintentionally brushes against the column of your throat, a momentary connection that goes unnoticed by your fatigued mind. Unlike your companion, the cold weather might not be enough to induce tiredness, but the warmth and weight of Levi’s presence cause the lingering exhaustion from earlier to surge forward.

With heavy eyelids and a weary mind, you find yourself succumbing to sleep, finding solace in the comforting embrace and the intimacy of the moment. The accidental brush of Levi’s lips against your throat becomes a fleeting sensation, a mere fragment of the shared closeness between you.

Heavy eyed, your tired brain barely processes the accidental bump of his lips to your throat.

A memory you had forgotten suddenly floods back into your consciousness, emerging in fragments. Sensations of pain, warmth, and wetness mingle together, and the feeling of fingers pressing against the column of your throat becomes vivid. Lips pressed urgently against your own, their urgency palpable. Breath and tongue intertwining with a frantic sense of passion. The taste of iron, a metallic flavor that lingers.

Realization dawns upon you, and you can't believe you had forgotten. "You kissed me," you express, the words escaping your lips with a mix of surprise and understanding. The weight of the memory resurfaces, bringing with it a swirl of emotions and questions.

Levi’s head shoots back in surprise, his cheeks dusted with a faint pink hue. His eyes widen, brimming with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, as he struggles to meet your gaze. “You remember,” he murmurs, his voice filled with a blend of relief and uncertainty.

You start to express your disbelief at having forgotten the kiss, your voice tinged with a mix of confusion and curiosity. “I can’t believe I forgot,” you begin, your words trailing off as you struggle to comprehend the reasons behind his action. “I was dying, why would you-”

Levi interrupts you, his voice shaky and hurried, as if attempting to convey his thoughts before they slip away. “It… it wasn’t like that,” he stammers, his words laden with sincerity. “It was to help you heal.”

That's what you had suspected, and now it becomes clear. "Heal me?" you repeat, seeking confirmation.

Levi's voice trembles as he rushes to explain himself. "My saliva heals, you know that," he says, the uneasiness evident in his tone. "I had to get it into your system. I've never tried that before, but I didn't know what else to do."

The memories flood back, each detail etched vividly in your mind. You recall his urgency, the unmistakable worry in his voice. His fingers holding the base of your skull had trembled despite his attempt to project confidence. He had been desperate to save you, someone he had barely known at that point. It dawns on you how deeply he cared, even in those early moments of your connection.

Feeling a surge of confidence in the face of Levi's anxiety, you hold his gaze firmly, your words pouring forth with surprising ease. "I like you."

Levi's reaction is immediate. His jaw drops, his lips forming a perfect round 'o'. His eyes widen, accentuating the intensity of his stormy grey irises. The fingers that press against your back and hip tremble noticeably. He stammers, struggling to find his words. "I-" he begins, his voice strained. He takes a deep, heavy swallow. "Shit."

Your confidence wavers, “You don't-”

“No. No,” As Levi hurriedly interrupts you, his thumb pressing firmly into your hip, you feel a rush of relief. The deepening blush on his cheeks and the rosy tone of his skin reveal his own vulnerability. The pointed tips of his ears glow with warmth, mirroring the emotions stirring within him. “I’ve just- I’ve never done this before,” he confesses, his voice tinged with a mix of nervousness and sincerity.

The realization that he feels the same way fills you with a comforting warmth. The connection between you seems stronger than ever, and your chest swells with a sense of joy and contentment.

As you cup Levi's jaw and pull his lips closer, a hint of anticipation fills the air. Your tongue darts out to moisten your own lips, and his gaze becomes fixated on the subtle movement, almost as if entranced. "Do it again," you whisper, your voice filled with a mixture of desire and longing.

His throat bobs as he swallows heavily, the intensity of the moment palpable. His eyes remain locked on your lips, and his chin dips forward, inching closer to you. But before anything more can happen, he breaks the silence with a plea in his voice. "Don't..." he begins, his eyes briefly meeting yours before flicking away, "...don't choose me because I'm it. Because I'm the only option."

You feel a surge of tenderness for him, understanding his fear and vulnerability. With a gentle touch, you caress his cheek, guiding his gaze back to meet yours. "Levi," you say softly, your voice filled with sincerity, "I choose you because of who you are, not because of any circumstance. You're not just an option, you're the one I want."

Levi's eyes search yours, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. And in that moment, you both find solace and reassurance in each other's presence.

As your fingers intertwine in Levi’s hair, his heavy-lidded eyes flutter beneath your touch. His expression reveals a mixture of longing and vulnerability. “I’m choosing you because you’re you,” you begin, your voice filled with sincerity. “You call me kind, but you’re the kind one. Kinder than anyone I’ve ever met. And you care…”

Before you can finish your sentence, his lips crash into yours. It's messy and hesitant. It’s a tender and exploratory kiss, filled with a gentle longing. The angle is awkward, noses bumping against each other, but the intensity of the moment overrides any clumsiness. Eyes pinched closed, you feel the warmth of his exhale as his nose blows a puff of hot air into your cheek from where it's mashed against your own. The world around you fades as a pleasant buzz fills the back of your head, amplifying the connection between you.

“Mhmm.” A soft moan escapes your lips, expressing the pleasure and desire that courses through you. Levi responds with a low groan, momentarily pulling back, but your grip on the back of his head prevents him from retreating too far. With a longing and hunger, you draw him back in, capturing his plump bottom lip between yours and sucking on it gently. The sensation sends a jolt of electricity through your bodies, deepening the intimacy and igniting a growing flame of passion between you.

“Shit,” he moans, chest heaving against your own. Lost in the intensity of the moment, Levi's moan reverberates through your connected mouths, echoing the depth of his desire. His chest rises and falls rapidly against yours, mirroring the racing rhythm of your own heartbeat. There's an unapologetic rawness to his kisses, a desperation that fuels the urgency in his movements.

His lips work fervently against yours, the sound of his groans serving as a melodic backdrop to your passionate exchange. The pressure of his nails digging into your shoulders is a mixture of pleasure and possessiveness, fueling the fire that burns between you. With one hand cupping the back of your head, he kisses you with an insatiable hunger, exploring every inch of your mouth as if searching for a deeper connection.

As you suck on his bottom lip, teasing the plump skin with your teeth, his loud groan reverberates through your bodies, sending shivers down your spine. The sound resonates with a primal energy, intensifying the already intoxicating atmosphere. Your heart races, consumed by the overwhelming emotions coursing through you.

"Levi," you murmur breathlessly, a mix of longing and adoration in your voice, encapsulating the depth of your connection in that simple utterance.

A long and whiny exhalation of your name comes in response. You can feel his fangs, you realize. Two hard lines that press into your bottom lip. Savoring the sensation of his fangs pressing against your bottom lip, you become acutely aware of the primal edge to your connection. It’s a subtle reminder of his nature, a thrilling mixture of danger and desire. With your tongue peeking out, you trace the length of one fang, feeling the hardness beneath your touch. The anticipation builds as you press your tongue between his lips, inviting him to taste you.

Levi gasps in response, his long lashes fluttering against your cheek. The heat and wetness of his mouth engulf you, intensifying the intimate exchange. His moans escape freely, a testament to the pleasure coursing through his veins. The fingers cupping the back of your head tremble with desire, their grip tightening on your hair, combining pleasure and urgency.

As his tongue meets yours, a new layer of intimacy is unveiled. His tongue, thinner than yours, slides slowly against your own, exploring the contours of your mouth with deliberate movements.

The pink muscle laps searchingly into your mouth, curiously gliding along the blunt edges of your teeth. You like the way he groans into you, filling you with passion and hot breath. The relentless exploration of his tongue within your mouth fuels your desire, amplifying the intoxicating connection between you. You relish in the sensation of his warm, searching muscle gliding along the edges of your teeth, a mingling of curiosity and passion. The way he groans into the kiss sends shivers of pleasure down your spine, igniting a fire within you.

Levi's hold on you is both possessive and tender, a delicate balance of strength and care. His tail wraps tightly around your waist, creating a sense of closeness and security. Encouraged by his response, you reciprocate with equal fervor, pushing the kiss deeper, immersing yourself in the sensation of his soft tongue against your own. Each of his teeth, sharp and pointed, adds to the thrilling intensity of the moment.

The taste he carries, a blend of darkness and danger, entices and captivates you. It's an alluring essence, a mysterious and masculine flavor that stirs your senses. The desire for more of him, for that enigmatic darkness, consumes your thoughts. Eagerly lapping at the sensitive underside of his tongue, you revel in the way his entire body quivers against yours, from the tip of his tail to the fingertips that hold you so intimately. The shared passion and pleasure bind you together, creating a moment of pure connection and desire.

Levi’s gasped plea against your lips resonates with a desperate intensity, mirroring the fervor that fills the air between you. As he pulls away, leaving a lingering and shallow kiss on your lips, you notice the delicate shade of pink that flushes his cheeks, contrasting against his normally composed demeanor. “C-careful,” he advises shakily. His eyes, once soft grey, now smolder with a dark and heated intensity, like swirling smoke that dances with desire. “My teeth are sharp.”

His shaky warning about his sharp teeth doesn’t deter you. In fact, it only adds to the allure, igniting a teasing spark within you. You brush your nose against his with a playful gesture, savoring the heightened anticipation that courses through your veins. “Do you not want me to press in?” you inquire, a touch of mischief lacing your words.

Levi’s response is quick, fueled by a mix of desire and concern. “No,” he breathes, his voice laden with urgency. “Just don’t want you to get hurt.”

The realization dawns upon you—he enjoys the intensity of you taking control, tempting the sharpness of his teeth. The embarrassed flush that rises along his cheekbones serves as evidence of his pleasure. With a reassuring smile, you make a promise to him. “I’ll be careful,” you assure, your voice filled with sincerity and affection.

Leaning forward, you capture his lips once again, savoring the way he shudders against you. His tail, a tangible symbol of his desire, tightens around you in a needy throb, further fueling the growing intensity between you. In this moment, you both find solace in each other’s touch, exploring the depths of desire and connection that have blossomed between you.

Sucking hungrily on his bottom lip, the sound that escapes Levi's mouth is scandalously loud, resonating with raw desire. It's as if his entire being craves the sensation of your lips against his. His mouth readily opens, inviting you in, and the slide of your tongues becomes an urgent dance of passion. It's a mix of countless little kisses and one long, intoxicating embrace, the boundaries blurring as the intensity between you heightens. The result is a deliciously sloppy kiss, leaving your chin coated in a thin layer of moisture.

Levi's movements become more assertive as he rolls onto his back, pulling you over him. His eagerness is palpable in every little hum and groan that escapes his lips, spurring you forward with a sense of urgency. Moaning loudly, his hips rise from the bedding, crashing hard against your own in a desperate rhythm. Your heart thuds in your chest, matching the fervor of the moment. In the midst of this passionate exchange, you become acutely aware of the heat radiating through your body, pooling at your center, and the growing wetness between your thighs. The sheer intensity of the connection between you fuels a primal desire that cannot be denied.

Levi’s head falls back against the bedding, his chest heaving as he pants for air. His expression is a mix of daze and vulnerability, making him look even more captivating with his darkened eyes and swollen lips. The disheveled state of his hair adds to his allure, and you can’t help but smile down at him, your fingers gently attempting to tame the wild strands.

“I’m probably shit at this,” he admits, his voice laced with uncertainty.

“You’re not,” you assure him, your smile growing warmer. His anxious fingers trace circles into the skin beside your spine, a clear sign of his nerves. “I’m guessing you don’t have a lot of experience?”

Levi’s cheeks flush with a deeper shade of pink, his gaze shifting slightly. “No, not really,” he confesses softly. Levi's worry is evident as his lips purse and his gaze shifts slightly. His self-consciousness tinges his confession, "Should've been obvious with the way I fucking missed at first."

You cup his chin gently, your thumb brushing across his lips in a soothing gesture. "The angle was just bad," you reassure him, trying to alleviate his concerns. "To be fair, I'm not too much more experienced than you." Your honesty shines through as you admit, "Just a handful of kisses here and there, mostly during my teenage years."

Levi's tense expression softens, and he looks at you with a mix of relief and curiosity. "Really?" he asks, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

You nod, offering a reassuring smile. "Really. We can explore and learn together, taking things at our own pace."

His shoulders visibly relax, and a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "I like that idea," he says softly, his voice filled with a newfound sense of excitement and comfort.

“I didn't know it would be like that,” Levi exhales softly, his eyes fluttering closed as he reflects on the intensity of the moment. Unable to resist the urge, you gently smooth back his bangs, your touch conveying comfort and affection. Eyes fluttering open, he licks his lips, humming at the lingering taste of you.

His hand glides down your back in a single, sweeping motion, leaving behind a trail of warmth that elicits a fond sensation deep within you. It’s a touch that speaks of familiarity and tenderness, making your heart buzz warmly in your chest. Eager to be even closer to him, you wriggle closer and rest your head high on his chest, finding solace in his steady heartbeat. Planting another quick kiss on the swell of his throat, you cherish the closeness and the connection you share.

Curious to know his thoughts, you ask, “Like what?”

“Overwhelming and sort of dizzying.” Levi shifts, his arms encircling you in a tight embrace, pulling you into his comforting hold. As the bit of his tail that was wrapped around your waist loosens, it delicately moves to coil around your legs, creating a soft clasp. With a hint of playfulness in his voice, he suggests, “Maybe you are a witch after all.”

You laugh, a soft and genuine sound, as you pat his chest affectionately. "It was the same for me," you say, a warmth filling your voice.

Levi swallows audibly, his eyes fixated on your lips. The desire in his gaze is evident, and his hesitance is tinged with anticipation. With a slight nod of his chin, he silently communicates his yearning, seeking permission and an invitation to continue the intimate exchange.

Smiling, you raise your head to barely meet his lips, your breath mingling in the small space between you. The kiss is soft and teasing, a gentle invitation to explore further. "We have nothing else to do today," you murmur, feeling the cozy atmosphere inside as a stark contrast to the raging snowstorm outside. "How about we practice?" you suggest playfully, emphasizing the word "practice" with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

#levi ackerman #naga!levi #levi x reader #levi/reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader #fem!reader

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salmonskinrolltf · 2 years ago

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Anniversary Present - Pt. 6

Click here to read Part 5 and find out how Jace and Levi ended up in 1966. Or start over with Part 1.

Once they got into the living room, Levi’s face grew serious, all business. “Alright Jace, I know you’re… incapacitated. But who knows how long I’ll have the brain of a scientist, so I’m gonna need you to focus. I’ve established that this watch was made using a type of metal alloy that hasn’t actually been invented yet, so we’re not going to be able to create a new dial, or retrofit the other dial to take us forward.”

Jace nodded, pretending he understood.

“However, have you ever heard of the concept of the Big Bang?”

“No, but that sounds far out.”

“It is. I am 99% certain that if we set the dial to slip us back farther and farther in time at an increasingly rapid rate, it will whip us back to the beginning of time and that incredible force will propel us forward again. We just need to chart a course for a specific year so we can set our speed to the exact momentum required to boomerang us to where we began. This will destroy the watch, so we only have one shot at it. So we need to do two things. First, acquire a fine-toothed comb. I can break off one of the teeth and that will allow me to get inside the watch and adjust the mechanism. The width and composition of a comb in this era should be perfect for not interfering with the watch’s start drive and sending us back in time before we’re ready. I’m going to need you to find this item. In the meantime, I will use my vague memories of how many jumps we’ve made and their duration to extrapolate what our starting year was, so I can set the watch properly. There’s no time to lose. I’m counting on you, my love.”

He gave Jace a kiss on his scraggly, bearded face, and sent him out the front door with a smack on the ass before sitting down at the coffee table with a pencil and paper.

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He was on a mission, so Jace’s wandering was at least going in one direction. But where did one acquire a comb? He clearly hadn’t brushed his hair in years, so it was hard to remember… He decided to check if his neighbor Gary was home. He couldn’t quite call to mind what form he was in during this decade, so he walked over to his front door and rang the doorbell, humming gently to himself while he waited.

Gary opened the door.

“Well, I’m guessing you don’t have a comb,” Jace mumbled.

Gary grinned. “No, I wouldn’t say so, mate. But come in! Let me see if I can help.”

Ten minutes later, Jace was seated on the couch opposite Gary, having devoured half a plate of cookies. While brushing the crumbs out of his beard, he said “Now it would be just groovy if I could remember…”

As he racked his brain, he felt a wave of dizziness. He shook his head, his lank hair falling in front of his eyes. As he tried to push it back over his shoulders, he felt it slip out of his fingers, retracting back into his head. The auburn color leached out from the roots to the tips until his new short hair was a bright, natural blond. His eye brows lightened to the same color and thinned out as his glasses vanished into thin air. His beard also retracted into his face, revealing preternaturally smooth skin as his chin suddenly dented into a cleft like it had been hit with a tire iron.

His sparse chest hair vanished as a shirt draped itself across his torso, but it began to feel tight on his shoulders as his arms beefed up with muscle, his biceps straining against being restricted. His watched stayed on, however, and he saw it now read 19:54. As new memories settled into his head of growing up as a teen idol and preparing to make his big Hollywood debut, he watched idly as Gary writhed on the couch opposite him.

Gary’s prim suit jacket had entirely vanished, but his white shirt remained. It was clearly struggling however, and the sleeves ripped down the center as his biceps bulged out from their constraints. As his back muscles widened, the sleeves were sheared off entirely and fluttered to the ground as what remained of the fabric rippled and became a softer, cotton material. As his jaw widened and became more square, his hair rose up of its own accord, the color draining to a chestnut brown. As if it was a balloon being blown up, his hair seemed to expand as it volumized into a glorious bouffant.

He shifted slightly on the couch, his pants squeaking as they became battered leather, the material seeming to spread to the couch beneath him as it became leather as well.

Suddenly, Jace’s thoughts snapped into place. “Yes! I was here looking for a comb!”

Gary’s eyes lit up and he cooly straddled the back of the couch. “Well I wouldn’t be a greaser worth my salt if I didn’t have one of THOSE.”

Jace nervously approached his house, hoping that whatever form Levi had become would still be smart enough to pull off the intricate job of getting them back to their original time. As he stepped over the threshold, his eyes needed to adjust to the room’s dim lighting. All the curtains had been drawn, and the interior was filled with smoke and burnished wood. A half empty drink cart was idling in the corer of the living room.

He heard Levi’s voice floating from a room down the hall and he peeked through the doorway to see his husband was on the phone.

The dapper businessman held up one finger and gestured for Jace to take a seat in one of the leather armchairs in his home office. He grinned cockily, “Well make sure to get that file to me by Monday, or this whole deal goes through. And don’t go chasing skirts until you are CERTAIN it’s been double checked, Johnson. Alright. Yes, you’d better. Bye.” He hung up the phone and Jace nervously give him a once-over.

“Did you have time to figure everything out?”

Levi poured himself a whisky and swirled it in his hand. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch. I thought this might happen, so I wrote down detailed instructions for myself. All I wasn’t able to do while I was a scientist was figure out our source year. However, I work smarter, not harder.” He slid a piece of paper over to Jace and tapped it proudly. It read “Starting point - 2006.”

Jace inspected it and noticed some smudged writing at the top. “Well, what does that say?”

Levi shrugged. “Does it matter? We clearly wrote down our source year before all this happened. We’re golden!”

Continue to Part 7

#Era #Businessman #Suit #Greaser

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biggest-stupidhead · 4 years ago

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Bad Timing (Levi x reader) Part 7

Summary: How do you tell your friends that you’re falling for your big brother’s best friend?

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Due to the small size of your town, you had to drive three full hours to a larger airport with flights that were going to New York, where Levi would board a plane that would take him across the ocean. To say that the car ride was awkward would be an understatement, at the last moment Kenny had decided that he wanted to see his nephew off, so you had to leave earlier than planned to pick him up. Luckily there was plenty of room in Erwin's old mini van for all of you. Your mom drove, Kenny sat in the passenger seat, Erwin and Levi sat in the middle row, leaving Hange and you crammed in the back with Levi's luggage.

Your mom and Kenny were getting along well as far as you could tell, talking about their jobs and holiday plans.

"Hey, why don't you join us on Christmas?" you couldn't help but gape in surprise at your mother's words. Kenny scoffed and shook his head, amused at her suggestion.

"That's kind of you but I wouldn't want to impose." the man said, shaking his head as he chuckled at your mother's words.

"No seriously, we have plenty of room and besides my brother is bringing one of his good friends." your mother shrugged, her eyes still trained on the road. You noticed that Levi and Erwin both had tensed in front of you, trying to seem uninterested in the conversation happening in the front of the car. Hange had both her ear buds in so she was completely oblivious to the conversation.

"Well, it would be rude of me to say no now wouldn't it?" Kenny smirked at your mom who only smirked and nodded in agreement.

"It would be pretty rude." she teased, Kenny smiled impishly at her before turning to look out at the passing scenery.

As expected the airport was bustling, families rushing into the building and cars lined bumper to bumper picking up people and dropping them off just the same. Business men in suits were everywhere, as were recreational travelers dressed in sweats and casual wear. Your mom parked the car and all of you helped Levi gather his bags. You watched as Levi tugged at the neckline of his black hoodie before slinging his carry on bag across his back. Erwin sat his large suit case down in front of Levi, who was dusting himself off. Once Levi was pleased with his appearance you all made your way into the airport, it wasn't long before you had weighed his luggage and were heading towards security. You came to a halt outside of security, stepping aside so you could say goodbyes without hindering other travelers. Your mom was first, she pulled out an envelope and handed it to Levi, a soft smile on her lips. Levi furrowed his brows and took the envelope to examine the contents.

"Think of it as an early birthday present from all of us." Your mom explained as he pulled the flap back his eyes widened and he quickly shoved the envelope back towards your mom.

"I can't accept this." he said as his face turned dark.

"Please, you don't have to spend it." your mom urged, pushing the envelope back to his chest. He rolled his eyes and slung the backpack off his back to push the money into the bag.

"Fine, thank you very much." he murmured as he heaved the bag back over his shoulder. Your mom smiled sweetly and pulled Levi into a hug, he wrapped his arm around her and allowed her to hold him. After your mom let go of him she patted his shoulder affectionately. Erwin was next, he shamelessly hugged Levi who awkwardly patted his broad shoulder, the hug wasn't long which wasn't surprising. As soon as the pair separated Hange jumped Levi and rocked him as she held him tightly. Finally it was your turn, just like all the other hugs Levi only wrapped one arm around you, and the embrace was brief. He didn't hug his uncle, only nodded tersely in his direction, Kenny returned the sentiment and then Levi grabbed his bag and stalked towards the long winding line to get through security.

"Have a safe trip Levi!" Hange yelled, waving enthusiastically after him.

"Don't forget to call!" your mom called, an affectionate smile on her face. Levi simply lifted his hand lazily to acknowledge the two as he got in line. As soon as you were sure that he was well on his way to reaching his flight in time your little group made your way back out to the parking lot to start the long drive home.

Traffic had been horrendous on the way back home, making the drive about an hour longer than it would have been. Your mom invited Kenny over for tea, and to your surprise he agreed. Erwin and Hange already had reservations at a local Italian restaurant, and you would rather be caught dead than spending the rest of your day with your mom and Levi's eccentric uncle. So you texted Jean.

"Want to do homework tonight?"

"Of course, name a time and place and I'll be there ;)"

You smiled at your phone as you typed out a quick reply.

"How about the Cover Cove around 5:00?"

"Great, I think that they have a live band playing tonight."

"Really? That sounds fun, is that going to bother you if we're trying to study?"

"No, I don't expect to do much studying anyway...I'll be too distracted by your beauty."

You rolled your eyes, he's always so cheesy. You chuckled and replied with a laughing emoji and a heart emoji. Not long after you sent Jean your reply your mom pulled into your driveway and parked the car. You all piled out of the car and into the house, your mom and Kenny settled into the kitchen while Erwin and Hange slunk off into Erwin's room to get ready for their date. You retreated into your own room to prepare your things for your outing this evening. You changed into a pair of mom jeans and a white chunky knit sweater. You packed your bag and checked the time, you had about thirty minutes before Jean would come pick you up. You wandered down the stairs to grab a snack, your mom and Kenny were still in the kitchen drinking tea, you'd only seen Kenny a handful of times. Whenever you had seen him he wore a scowl or a smug smirk, but this time he looked thoughtful, and intrigued.

"-so in order to stop the bleeding I had to stick my fingers in the wound." your mom was waving her hands with enthusiasm as she recalled the events of one of her favorite ER patients. A story that you knew well, a man came in with a gun wound, he'd been shot by his buddy on accident while they were out hunting. To stop the bleeding she had stuck her index finger and her middle fingers into the wound. At the time she had only been working at the hospital for about a week, she swears that this event paved the way to her becoming head ER nurse years later. You fixed yourself a simple sandwich and slowly began to eat it, only half listening to your mother and Kennys' conversation.

"Wait wait wait, so you're telling me that you stuck two fingers in that man's thigh?"

"Well yeah of course!" your mother scoffed into her tea cup, clearly pleased that she had captured Kenny's attention. You wondered what Kenny did for a living. Your eyes flickered to his hands, they were slender like Levi's, but they were rough with callouses. He was thin, but muscular, sharp features, cheekbones that could probably cut diamonds. If you were to see him from behind one might think that he was no older than thirty five. But the lines on his face gave away his true age, his eyes were outlined by crows feet and dark puffy bags. His beard was scraggly and reminded you of the way that the Amish men wore their beards. You were startled when your mother stood and disappeared down the hall, leaving you alone with Kenny.

"Take a picture it will last longer." Kenny drawled as he dunked his tea bag in and out of his cup.

"I'm good." you squeaked, a wave of embarrassment crashed over you, a bit ashamed at being caught. He made no move to continue the conversation but you were still to curious about why Levi despised him so much.

"Your mom makes a mean earl grey." Kenny's deep baritone filled the silence once again taking you by surprise.

"She does." you agreed, you glanced at the clock, only ten more minutes. Kenny watched you disappear up the stairs, an amused smirk spreading across his lips. He was no fool, he knew that you were apprehensive of him, most likely due to what your big brother and Levi had told you about him. And you would be right to be weary around the older man. When you returned down the stairs, your mother had already returned, she was showing Kenny a small container of screws. The screws were once in Erwin's knee, from when he had injured himself playing lacrosse back in middle school, that was a good story. You didn't want to interrupt them so you didn't say goodbye as you passed. Jean was just pulling up your driveway as you walked out the front door, loud music blaring out of his speakers. You jogged up to the passenger side and hopped in, he had turned down the music and twisted in his seat to face you. You tossed your bag into the back seat and turned to face him. Jean reached across the center counsel and cupped your cheek a fond smile on his lips.

"Hey." you giggled, a swarm of butterflies fluttering in your stomach when you noticed that he was staring at your lips.

"Hi." he whispered as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. You smiled into the kiss and he rubbed his thumb over your jawline. You brought your own hand up to run over the back of his neck, twisting in the seat to get a better angle in the kiss as you dipped your tongue into his mouth. Jean brushed his tongue along yours, you groaned into his mouth, another dopey smile passing over your features. Suddenly there was a loud thump on your window and you jumped away from Jean with a loud smack as you broke the kiss. You weren't surprised to see Hange with her face pressed against the window and her hands splayed out over the cool glass. The window was now fogged as she breathed heavily onto the glass and you slumped back into your seat, covering your face with a hand. Jean turned to face forward and placed both hands on his wheel in an attempt at innocence. Erwin hovered behind Hange, a frown on his face as he tugged on her shoulder to rip her away from the car. He brought two fingers to his eyes and then pointed them at you in an 'I'm watching you' gesture as he tugged Hange towards his mini van.

"Where are they going?" Jean asked as they walked off.

"Antonio's I think." you answered as you pulled your seat belt on.

"They're really dressed up." Jean noted as he watched Erwin adjust his tie as he held the car door open for Hange. Erwin wore a classy black suit with a black tie, Hange wore a deep purple silk dress that clung to her curves and ended around her mid thigh. You nodded as you watched Erwin shut the door and walk around the car to the drivers side.

"Sure are." you responded as you turned to smile at him. Jean hummed as he shifted the gear to drive and turned around after Erwin pulled out. Jean held his hand out for you which you gladly accepted. Luckily the ride wasn't too long, the town was dark except for the bright light emitting from the Cover Cove. The modest store was a secondhand book shop that doubled as a cafe. The small establishment happened to have a stage in the corner, which they used on the weekends, Fridays was slam poetry night, Saturdays was rock, and Sundays were usually jazz. Jean parked on the street and the two of you quickly gathered your things and hustled into the shop. You had to admit that you didn't come here often, so you were surprised to find out that the shop had managed to purchase the building next to them and knock out the wall to obtain more space. The book shelves that had previously occupied the majority of the space, were now all pushed to one side of the shop to your left. This opened the front of the shop up for seating, an assortment of antique tables and mismatch chairs gave the room a certain flair. The back of the shop was where you ordered drinks or food, a lone barista was manning the counter. You smiled when you recognized Marco, Jean squeezed your bicep as you weaved through the tables to reach the back to order.

"Hey guys how's it going?" Marco chirped as he pumped a syrup into someone's drink.

"Oh not too bad." Jean shrugged as he leaned against the counter, you copied him as you watched Marco finish the order he was working on.

"I didn't know you worked here." you stated with a smile as you watched Marco place the drink on the counter for the customer to retrieve.

"Yeah, it's nothing special I just work weekends." Marco gushed, a blush spreading up his neck and onto his freckled cheeks. Jean scoffed and shook his head at Marco's words.

"Oh come on nobody is crazy enough to only work weekends at a freakin book store." Jean smirked at Marco who rolled his eyes and turned to make another drink.

"At least I'll have some extra cash to spend over the summer." Marco jabbed, a playful smile on his face.

"He's right about that." you agreed with Marco and covered your mouth to hide the smile that was spreading over your face.

"Can't argue with that." Jean smiled at you and gently grabbed your wrist to pull your hand off your face. You looked down sheepishly as Jean rubbed his thumb over your pulse point on your wrist.

"Oh get a room you two." Marco scolded and made shooing motions towards you.

"Can it freckles." Jean chuckled, slipping his hand into your own. The two of you wandered to one the back tables, you draped your coat over the back of the seat and dropped your bag onto the ground. The sound of soft jazz music drifted through the air as the band of older gentlemen played on, the shop was mostly empty except for a few older people who had come to support the small band. Jean watched you pull out your laptop and begin to scroll through emails, he pretended to read his book for English. His eyes were trained on you as you chewed on your lip as you opened an assignment, he noticed how nice your hands looked as you typed, and how your jaw clenched and unclenched as you worked. You paused, lifting your gaze from your laptop and pursing your lips when you caught Jean staring.

"Getting anything done over there?" you mused as he looked down at his book, he shook his head and chuckled.

"No I can't say that I am." he smiled sheepishly as he drummed his fingers on the book.

"Shame." you shrugged and turned your attention back to your work with a smug smile, Jean gasped in mock hurt.

"You could at least give me a hand." Jean huffed as he waved his book in the air. You tilted your head in an attempt to read the cover. Their Eyes Were Watching God a great read, one of your favorites.

"Hm I dunno, if I do it's going to cost ya." you teased as you turned to work on your own homework once more.

"I'll do anything." Jean groaned, he stretched his leg out to brush against your own underneath the table. You kicked his leg in response as you continued to type, Jean sighed and slumped back in his seat. The two of you lingered in the shop until Marco began wiping down tables, sometime around nine o'clock in the evening. You left the shop, promising to come by more as you ducked out into the dark street. Jean and you playfully bumped your shoulders as you walked down the quiet street towards his car, snow crunching underfoot. He opened the door for you and you thanked him. He drove you back to your house, which was already dark, you assumed that your brother was still out with Hange and your mom was probably in bed. Jean parked his car and sighed as he turned to face you.

"Want to come in?" you asked, more out of courtesy than anything. Jean shook his head and tapped his hand against the steering wheel.

"I would but my mom is expecting me.." he blushed as he confessed, you smiled appreciating his honesty. You knew that he was usually embarrassed about his relationship with his mom.

"No that's totally fine, maybe some other time." you smiled as you leaned over to give him a peck on the lips. He smiled and slid his hand up the column of your throat as he kissed you deeper. You pulled back before it could get too spicy, a playful glint in your eye as Jean pouted.

"Another time." Jean agreed, shooting you a dazzling grin. You reached into the back seat for your bag before you opened the door and walked briskly to the house. Once you had entered safely Jean began to pull out, he honked his horn as he disappeared down the drive. You smiled after him and kicked off your shoes. You tiptoed through the house, the dated wood floors creaking under your weight as you crept up the stairs, pausing halfway up. You looked down at the dark living room, the moonlight seeping through the large windows and casting the room in a pale glow. As your eyes scanned over the space you remembered all of the memories that you had in this house, the people that you shared those memories with. But at the end of the day that was all they would be, memories. People change, they grow, that's what life is all about. Every person you meet will eventually slip away and before you know it they are a stranger.

Your stomach flipped when you imagined all the ways that Paris could change Levi. You had seen it before, one of your best friends spent two full months in Switzerland and Italy with her extended family. The girl that you knew, the girl pre Europe, had never tainted her body with alcohol or any other substance. Not that doing so was bad, it just wasn't the kind of person she was, never one to give into such temptations. When she returned at first glance you wouldn't notice the difference. She told stories of the people she had met and the fun day trips she had taken. While over seas she had pierced her bellybutton, it looked good. She had also gone to some parties with her cousins.

When she mentioned the parties it almost seemed as if she had slipped up, her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed. Your friends begged for details, only being freshmen in high school you were all fresh to the party scene. She always came up with a way of changing the subject. You noticed that after the parties were mentioned she would slip into the background of your conversations, folding inward on herself. You hated it, she never did that before. You never found out why she avoided the topic, because only a few months after she returned you and the rest of your friends fully immersed yourselves in the party scene, and she did not follow.

You lost track of her after that year, she went off the grid and moved away, your friends joked that she went back to Italy. You clenched your fist around the banister, bringing you back to the present. That wouldn't happen to Levi, you wouldn't let it. Besides, you were probably just being overdramatic, it was only a month. You let out a shaky breath and continued your climb up the stairs, you felt like a ghost as you wandered down the hall to your door. Once you had reached your room, you slowly closed the door and dropped your bag. You curled your fingers around the hem of your sweater and pulled it over your head. Next you unbuttoned your jeans and shimmied out of them, you fell onto your bed and moaned into your pillow. You glanced at the alarm clock on your nightstand and frowned, it was nearing ten and there was still no sign of Erwin or Hange. Just as soon as the thought had crossed your mind you head the front door open followed by the sound of the couple kicking their shoes off and hanging up their coats. The floorboards creaked as they climbed the stairs, you waited for the sound of Erwin's squeaky door opening, but it didn't come.

"Have you heard from Levi yet?" Hange's voice was soft, almost concerned.

"Yeah actually, just as we were paying he texted me." Erwin's voice sounded heavy with exhaustion.

"That's good." Hange mumbled, you sat up in an attempt to hear more.

"Yeah, I hope that he is able to make a decision after this month." Erwin sighed, the floorboards creaked followed by a dull thump. You knew that Erwin was leaning against the wall, and Hange was probably shifting her weight like she does when she's nervous.

"Me too, I think that this trip will be really good for him." Hange affirmed, the rickety floors creaking loudly as she began to pace. You drug yourself to the edge of the bed, ready to get up and poke your head out the door to ask them what they were talking about. Just as your feet touched the cold ground Hange's pacing stopped.

"Look at me Hange. He will be fine." your brother's voice was firm.

"I know, I just..." Hange sniffled and your own eyes filled with tears.

"I just want to be there for him." she choked out, a tear rolled down your cheek, Hange never cried, especially not over Levi.

"So do I but this is the best way that we can be there for him at this time."Erwin reasoned, Hange sniffled and hiccuped a few times before you heard their footsteps retreat towards Erwin's room and you heard the sound of his door swinging open and then closed. Okay, maybe you weren't being dramatic. You stood up and staggered to your bag where your phone was, you pulled it out and unlocked it with shaky fingers. You tapped on your messages, ignoring Jean's good night text and Armin's asking for your weekly schedule for studying. Mikasa had sent you a recipe, Sasha and Connie had been sending you stupid tik toks all weekend. You typed in Levi's name, his contact popping up immediately. You hesitated, your thumb hovering over the picture of his grumpy face before you opened the message and stared at the blinking cursor. Great now what were you supposed to say.

I miss you

Don't change

How was the flight?

Forget me already?

Has it been a month yet?

You scrunched your nose in disgust as you ran through your options. All of them made you sound like a crazy bitch. You pinched the bridge of your nose and stared at the blank conversation. You usually deleted your messages, not that you had accumulated many messages with Levi anyway. How could you show Levi that you were thinking about him without it sounding too deep? A crude joke? Yes that would do, something to do with shit.

"Hope all this traveling doesn't throw off your bowel movements."

You cringed but still pressed send before you could overthink the message. You shut your phone off and slammed it onto the nightstand, your cheeks flaring with hot embarrassment. You made yourself busy by changing into an old hoodie and sliding underneath the covers. You heard your phone ding but made no move to see who texted you. Tomorrow was Monday and you needed to wake up early, he would have to wait until tomorrow, it was only fair. After all, he was making you wait a whole month. He could wait one night. With that you rolled over and snuggled into your covers, your eyes heavy with sleep which you welcomed gladly.

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To All Of Us, From 2000 Years Ago

I got so mad about 139 and the leaks that I banged out my own 3000+ word ending to the manga today. Please keep in mind that this is a non-shipping story. Although I’ve exclusively written Rivamika before, this is not a Rivamika story, and although there’s an Eren/Mikasa scene at the beginning. there is no relationship between them, only the implication of feelings that are not quite reciprocated. I also threw some Levi fan service in there because why the hell not?

CW: There are references to and non-detailed descriptions of rape in this story.

You can also read this on AO3!

"You know what you have to do," Eren says. Mikasa pretends not to hear him over the rush of the little creek they're sitting by so he says it again, louder.

"I know," she sighs. "Even now, knowing that you've done something so unforgivable, a part of me doesn't want to."

"You're a good person, Mikasa. You'll be even better without me."

She snorts a laugh. "I've killed people, too. Just not as many as you did."

"You always had the weirdest sense of humor." Eren puts an arm around her, presses a kiss to her cheek. "I'm going to miss it." That's what finally brings him to tears, the thought of not seeing Mikasa again. Or Armin. Or Connie, or Jean, or Captain Levi, even the rest of them. He's had plenty of time to accept that he'd die at nineteen, was always going to die at nineteen, but now that the moment has arrived he wants to hold on just a bit longer.

Mikasa doesn't cry, at least not the way he expects her to. Tears stream down her face but she doesn't sniffle, doesn't sob, doesn't rage or scream the way she’s done in the past. He sees them both, Mikasa the girl and Mikasa the soldier, perfectly coexisting in the inky blackness of her eyes. She has made her decision. She made it before she even stepped into the mouth of the Titan.

"Kiss me one last time," Eren weeps. "Please."

"Okay," she nods, cupping his face with one hand and leaning in close. "See you later, Eren."

When Mikasa pulls away from his lips, the deed is already done. His severed head feels sickeningly heavy in her blood-stained hands. His eyes gaze beyond her, beyond the veil of this world, clouded with the knowledge of the void. The Titan around her begins to disintegrate in plumes of white steam. Mikasa swears she can smell wildflowers.

"Mikasa Ackerman," a girl's voice echoes. Mikasa whips her head around, looking for the source of the sound. Someone seems to materialize from the steam, swirling eddies of smoke coalescing in the form of a small girl, scraggly blond hair falling into her eyes, barefoot in a dirty white dress. Her face is blank, her eyes downcast.

"Ymir," Mikasa says, the name forming in her mouth before she can think of it.

Ymir nods, then points to Eren's head. "You loved him. Why did you kill him?"

"I had to."

"Why?"

"Because some things are more important than my love." Ymir stares blankly, seemingly confused. "The millions of people who died are more important. The world is more important. Besides, what kind of person would I be to stand beside someone who could slaughter so many people so senselessly?"

"You… don't love him?" The little girl blinks quickly, white lids snapping over black eyes. Something about it seems inhuman, wrong somehow. Mikasa cannot help but think of insects.

A tear falls from her face and lands on Eren’s, snaking a trail down his cheek as though he'd shed it himself. "I can never forget what he did and I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive him for it, but I'll always love Eren."

"You wouldn't die for him?"

Mikasa answers without hesitation. "Never."

Ymir's gaze snaps up to Mikasa's, and she feels sick from what she sees in the girl's odd, dark eyes: a hunger, almost starvation, for the scraps of affection Karl Fritz would throw at her; a longing to be treated well, to be fussed over and doted on and adored. Ymir would close her eyes and dream of a shining, beautiful man when the king held her down and fucked her, made her recoil, made her bleed, beat her when she cried out or complained of the pain. She carved out a space in her mind for him where she sculpted him into her ideal. Sometime between that first bloody night and the day the assassin's spear pierced her chest she invented a Karl Fritz out of whole cloth, a man whose cold entreaties and brutal assaults were proof of his undying love.

Mikasa sees these things from Ymir’s eyes, feels the bruises forming on her back, the tearing and bleeding between her legs, the rotted wine breath of Karl Fritz in her mouth.

"I would never have jumped in front of that spear," she says, more confident than she’s ever felt. "I wouldn't even have considered it." Ymir frowns, cocks her head like she's trying to understand. "You thought you were doing the right thing, but you protected a man who never loved you. You laid down your life for a man who forced your daughters to consume your body. He didn't even mourn you."

A flash of anger contorts Ymir's face. Her eyes dart around wildly, turning Mikasa's words over in her mind. "But he loved me," she insists.

"Did he ever tell you he loved you? Or did he treat you like a slave?" Mikasa's voice wavers at the word slave, at the memory of Eren screaming at her across that restaurant table; the moment her wall of denial came crumbling down. No matter what his plan was, it became clear that day that he would step on any of them to achieve it. She had no idea how true that assessment would become, millions of bodies crushed into the contaminated earth beneath the feet of Eren’s Titans.

She wonders if things would have happened differently if he'd just admitted once that he loved her.

"You are free," she tells Ymir. "You choose your own destiny. I am free, and I chose mine."

Ymir says nothing, her eyes luminous with tears, and then dissipates into the smoke. Mikasa is vaguely aware of the wavering steam around her, of Levi flying on Falco's back and pulling her out of the Titan's mouth before everything turns hazy and white.

She can see the scene from two thousand years earlier as clear as though she were there, floating above it all: the crowd come to see King Fritz's speech, the hooded assassin's arm pulling back, the tip of the spear glinting in the daylight. The assassin lets the spear fly, its arc perfectly aimed at the heart of the tyrant. His wife Ymir, older and slimmer than the girl Mikasa met but still with those same sad, black insect eyes, watches in horror as the tip of the spear flies closer and closer; but she does not move, not even when it impales her husband through the chest and the light in his eyes is snuffed out.

In time-lapse, Mikasa sees it all: the accession of Queen Ymir, wise and fair, and the moderate reigns of her three daughters, and their daughters after them. The power of the Titans remains within the royal family, passed down from mother to daughter, a shameful, secret birthright. They create diplomatic ties with other countries, offering succor and counsel, avoiding the path of war so as not to reveal their ultimate power. There is no Great Titan War, no walls, no telepathic manipulation. The world moves forward in fits and starts as it always has, small skirmishes and occasional wars, but the Eldians remain steadfast and committed to peace. Satisfied with Ymir's choice, Mikasa finds herself closing her eyes, opening them for the first time again in the year 835, in her parents' house just outside Shiganshina, as a new doctor pulls her into the world. He is not Grisha Yeager, she notes, and then she forgets who Grisha Yeager is entirely.

In the year 845, there is no Wall Maria for the Colossal Titan to breach, and no Colossal Titan to breach it.

Inside one of the cities in what was once Wall Rose, a history teacher writes notes on a chalkboard before his first class arrives for the day. He draws a crown in the middle of the board and writes the subject of the day's class inside of it: QUEEN YMIR THE WISE. The teacher is startled by a noise behind him; he turns to find one of his students, a shy girl called Sarah, taking a seat at her desk.

"School hasn't started yet," he says. "You're supposed to be outside."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Smith," Sarah replies. "I was looking at a really interesting bug and the other girls started making fun of me."

The teacher nods. "All right, just this once. If you’d like, sometime I could teach you how to stand up to those girls."

Hundreds of miles away, the forests of Dauper ring with the whoops of an exuberant girl, triumphing at having killed her first deer with a bow and arrow she carved herself. She doesn't care that she's scaring the other game away with her commotion, or that she has no idea how she'll lug a hundred-pound carcass all the way back home.

In Trost, a young boy lingers over his breakfast; not because he wants to miss school, but because his mother's omelet is the most delicious thing he's ever eaten and probably ever will eat. His mother ruffles his hair and pinches his round cheek, then gently chides him to eat faster or he’ll be late.

A little boy in Ragako District, a few inches shorter than his friends, demands another explanation of the multiplication tables. He doesn't quite understand the concept, goes blank when his friends try to explain arrays of rows and columns, but he believes that he can pass today's test if he tries hard enough.

Across the sea in Marley, the prosperous Eldian District is strewn with streamers, celebrating the 2000th anniversary of the assassination of the cruel King Fritz. The children have the day off from school and are gathering in the streets, purchasing candy and ice cream from vendor stalls and exchanging them as gifts to celebrate the sweetness of life. A little blond girl receives an extra coin from her father, who tells her to get something special for herself.

A few blocks away, a doctor fills his medical bag and sets off to see his first patient of the day. As he walks through the crowd of happy children, many of whom he’s delivered himself, he hopes that his only son will change his mind and join the family business.

In Mitras, a shopkeeper opens his door for the first time, pausing for a moment in the early morning sunshine to admire the wooden shingle hanging by his doorway, gently swinging in the breeze. It depicts a hand wrapped around a mug of tea, wisps of steam rising into the air above it.

The door opens while he's adjusting the canisters on the shelf behind the counter, making sure their labels face perfectly forward. His heart leaps at the tinkle of the doorbell. He picked the most musical one, the one that made him happiest when he heard it, and he feels very good about his decision.

"Hello, welcome to Ackerman Tea— Mom!" His voice takes on an adolescent whine when he addresses his mother, which makes him feel like a child and impossibly old at the same time, despite his twenty-six years.

"Did you really think I wouldn't be your first customer?" she asks, beaming. "Of course I'm going to come support my sweet boy." Her gaze sweeps over the shop, its walls painted a deep forest green, the mahogany counter polished to a mirror shine. "I'm so proud of you, Levi. You've worked so hard and it shows." Her voice quavers, her eyes filling with tears.

"Moooom," he trills, softer this time, quietly moved. Her presence feels like an auspicious omen, a reminder from the universe that someone will catch him should he fall. "Is there a tea you’re interested in, or would you like me to help you choose? We have more than thirty varieties."

"You've been practicing," his mother notes with a nod.

Levi shrugs off her comment, feeling a bit bashful that she’s noticed his hard work. "I've never been great with people, and this job is nothing but people. At least until I can hire someone to cover the counter while I blend tea in the back."

"You'll get there soon," she says, pulling a few coins from her purse. "Get me something you'd think I'd like."

He thinks for a moment, his brow furrowing in concentration, before his face lights up and he grabs a step-stool to reach a canister of black tea flavored with strawberry and rose. "This one is sweet and floral, but it becomes so much more when you add a bit of milk. You don't even need any sugar."

"Perfect. You even thought about how I take my tea." She places a few coins on the counter, watching her son approvingly as he scoops the tea into a bag, folds it closed with surgical precision, and ties a blue ribbon around it. "You're going to be a success, my love. I know it."

"That makes one of us," he smirks, then scoops the coins into his palm and puts them in the cash register, enjoying the feel of the heavy keys under his fingers, the spring-loaded pressure of the drawer. He hopes he gets to use it many more times today.

"Will you be home for dinner?"

"I should be. I can't imagine people will want to buy tea at night."

"Good," his mother says. "Because now that you're in business, we should talk about finding you a wife."

"MOM!" he exclaims, a furious blush coloring his face.

Further south in Shiganshina, Mikasa sulks as her mother walks her into town, not wanting to leave the safety of her parents' cabin to learn and play with the other children. She is perfectly happy to do chores on the farm, to learn the simultaneously mundane and arcane secrets of coaxing a plant from seed, to throw feed to the chickens and pull weeds in the garden.

"Mikasa, you're ten years old. Your father and I can't teach you everything," her mother says.

"I can learn from books. I don't need to go to school."

"The fact that you're saying that means you need to go. There's more to the world than just our farm, my sweet. You might want to see the world someday."

The little girl huffs. "I doubt it." Her mother simply shakes her head and smiles, ruminating on her daughter’s impending teenage years, a possible hint of rebellion, but finds that hard to imagine. Mikasa is usually a calm, easygoing child, though perhaps a bit too inquisitive and stubborn for her own good.

Mikasa hugs her mother fiercely at the school gate, watching as she turns and walks back up the road that leads to their farm. She’s excited to make new friends and learn new things, but she misses her home more than she ever thought possible. She lets out a soft sigh, then turns to face the crowd of running, yelling children; her new classmates.

She trudges around the grassy schoolyard, dodging groups of kids chasing each other or playing impromptu games. Everyone seems to know each other already; even if she did feel comfortable enough to go up to someone and introduce herself, she has no idea who to approach first.

"Hey! Give that back!" someone screams behind her. Mikasa turns around to see a small blond boy jumping up and down, reaching for a book that a larger boy dangles just above his grasp. The larger boy just laughs at him, taunting him with the book, threatening to tear it from its spine.

Mikasa frowns, balling her fists at her sides, then approaches the boys. "He said to give his book back," she says to the bully. "Give it back."

The bully laughs. "You think you can tell me what to do?"

"I think you should give the book back if you know what's good for you," she snarls, putting her hands on her hips. The bully laughs again and shoves Mikasa out of the way with one hand, making her stumble backwards, tripping over her own feet until she lands on her behind in the dirt. She gets up, dusts herself off, and runs up to the bully, punching him square in the nose. He falls to the ground, dropping the book. Mikasa tosses it to the blond boy. The bully grabs his nose, tears welling in his eyes, and lets out a wail when he sees his hand smeared with blood.

"You leave him alone!" Mikasa threatens, looming over the bully, her dark eyes shining. He scrabbles to his feet and runs away and she lets out a relieved breath, her heart hammering in her chest.

"That was amazing!" the little boy says. When he approaches her, she finds that he's not actually that small, only a few inches shorter than her. "I've never seen you before. Are you new?"

"It's my first day," she replies. "I've lived here all my life but I haven't been to school yet."

"I'm Armin," the boy says. "What's your name?"

"Mikasa."

"That’s an interesting name. Are you from Hizuru?" Armin asks, his eyes wide with curiosity. He holds up his book, a thick, leather-bound tome, A Brief History of Hizuru and the Minor East Sea Islands written in gilt lettering. "My parents told me that the whole country is built around a volcano. A big mountain filled with liquid fire! Well, technically it’s molten rock."

"My mom's family is from Hizuru, but I’ve never been there and I don't know anything about any liquid fire mountains," she says tentatively.

"It's real!" he gushes. "I'm reading about it now. I could tell you about it more at recess if you want. I like to sit under that tree over there." He points off in the distance, at a huge pine tree that shades a corner of the yard. "They're going to ring the bell soon, otherwise I'd tell you now. Volcanoes are so cool. Sometimes they explode and shoot the liquid fire into the sky like a firework."

"Wow!" Mikasa marvels with a smile. "I can’t wait to hear about them."

#snk 139 #snk spoilers #snk leaks #snk fanfiction #alienheartattack writes

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vhvrs · 4 years ago

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Is it weird that I love the concept of Levi having facial hair? As much as I love him, I feel like he would have a neck beard or some scraggly facial hair like most incels have.

not at all i mean *looks behind me at my art* hes not someone i can see maintaining any other facial hair plus the solidarity of it being a look attacged to Something makes them feel like theyre doing it on purpose fhvbb

#generally cant remember if i said here or on twt he keeps it up to add to his disheaveled appearance too...#anyways *quieter* it also means their face is super scratchy if you kiss him 👀

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Hiii! Can you write a scenario that happens during Uprising, where the reader is one of the 104th and gets captured and tortured by the interior police so that they could ruthlessly pump info out of her. When Levi and the squad reach the upper floor of the Reiss' chapel they find her in chains, fully covered in blood and on the verge of death. They also see her horny torturer laughing at her sadistically while kissing her and stripping her. Levi attacks the bastard and when the squad-

💜Savior💜

“Shit! Jean! Armin! Y/N!” Levi’s voice rang out as he dove down and pushed Jean out of the cart. Mikasa grabbed Armin, but Y/N had been checking Eren and Historia and hadn’t managed to jump off before the Interior Police took the wagon back.

Levi held a struggling Mikasa back as three of his team were carted off by the enemy. He was pissed.

~~~~~

Sasha asked the question they were all thinking when Hanji and Levi announced their plan of attack. “Do you think Y/N is still alive?”

“We hope so.” Hanji answered, while Levi looked away. He was angry at himself. He let those bastards get the upper hand and now they had their targets plus another bit of leverage to use against them. The girl was a popular member of the Scouts, beloved by all that worked with the energetic soldier.

“Let’s move out.” He barked, eager to get there and find out if Y/N was alive.

~~~~~

Everything hurt. Y/N gritted her teeth against the pain as another painful blow rained down on her face. When they had first been brought to Lord Reiss, she had been left alone. But that Kenny Ackerman bastard had decided that she could impart some useful information. Apparently they weren’t getting much from Commander Erwin and thought her a weaker link.

Her arms were chained to the wall, too high for her to have her feet flat on the floor. She stood on raised toes as her hosts continual asked the same questions as they beat her. “What do you know about the walls?”

Silence had been her answer and her downfall. She had been left alone with the most brutal of them all. She had seen in his eyes that he enjoyed the pain he inflicted on others, got off on it. She shuddered, she would be luckily to survive or escape being raped.

He had worked up to pressing a sharp knife into her skin. Never directly stabbing her flesh, instead digging the blade in sideways so the skin gave way under the pressure. Her blood dripped down to the stone floor from multiple wounds as she still doggedly stayed quiet.

“You’re a feisty one, aren’t cha?” Her sick captor crooned, glee swimming in his maniacal eyes. “I enjoy breaking the feisty ones.”

She hadn’t missed the expanding bulge in his trousers, even with her eyes swollen. She knew that she was out of time, her goal now was only to survive the upcoming events, and deal with the emotional trauma later.

He came up to her, his hot disgusting tongue trailing over her neck as he unbuttoned her shirt. Her bindings were sliced through, leaving her breasts exposed to his sight. She heard him panting as he moved behind her, his hands pulling at her pants, quickly removing them despite her struggle against him. She closed her eyes and prayed for someone to save her.

~~~~~

The doors to the Reiss Chapel were throw open and Levi Squad poured into the room. Levi’s eyes widened as he saw Y/N chained to the wall on the far side of the room. Her lack of clothing and her captors face told him exactly what they had just prevented and his hands tightened around his swords as he leapt into action.

Rushing the man, he brought his weapon down on the edge of the man’s knife, the bastard barely blocking the deadly attack. Swinging his body around, Levi attacked again, this time slicing through the tendons of his legs, the Interior Police pig falling to his knees with a startled cry. Levi pushed him onto his back and ground his foot over the obvious arousal the man had. At the pig’s squeal of pain, he murmured “Shut up.” and delivered the killing blow.

Meanwhile, Sasha and Jean and freed Y/N from the chains and she had collapsed onto the ground. Levi walked over to the beaten girl and crouched down beside her, brushing hair from her face as he examined her injuries. She was bad off and needed attention quickly.

She surprised him when she threw herself in his arms, sobbing loudly. He wrapped his arms around her awkwardly, unable to think of anything more comforting to say other than “It’s okay.”

She seemed to accept those pitiful words as she relaxed in his embrace. Quickly he realized she had lost consciousness from the blood loss and the beating and ordered Moblit to follow him out to the wagon. He placed her down in the bed when they reached the cart and Levi told the XO of Hanji’s squad to take care of her. Looking down at the girl one last time, he hope that they both survived the night. He had a few things to say to her.

~~~~~

She woke up in a soft bed with strangers around her. Startled, she pushed herself away from them, ignoring the screaming muscles protesting her every movement.

“Whoa, whoa. We’re not going to hurt you” A tall thin man with a scraggly goatee held up his hands. Nile Dok, Commander of the Military Police had come to question her about the events of her capture.

He stood with another soldier, ready to take notes as they hovered. Y/N tried to ignore them as they asked her question after question. She finally spoke up after long minutes of silence on her part.

“I’ll talk to Captain Levi. Not you.” She turned her head away from them as she stared out the window.

Commander Dok stepped out the room and she heard him order the other soldier to go find the Captain and bring him here.

Fifteen minutes later, Levi swept into the room, his intense gaze taking over her form. She thought she saw a flash in his eyes, but as quickly as it had come, it was gone.

“Y/N, you asked for me?” He came to sit beside her and she immediately reached for his hand.

Nile stared at the intertwined hands and looked back and forth between the two, trying to figure out the dynamic. He had never seen the churlish shorter man ever touch anyone.

“No, I said I would only talk to you.”

“Figures, idiots always hear what they want to.” He replied, leveling an arched eyebrow at Nile as the MP fumed.

He prodded her to tell him about the torture, his hand tightening around hers briefly when she announced that his uncle, Captain Ackerman of the Interior Police, has ordered he torture and left her in that madman’s hands.

The moment she had satisfied their curiosity, had the information for their reports, Levi stood and kicked them out of the room.

Turning back to the woman laying in the bed, her body littered with bruises and healing cuts, Levi’s heart pounded as he drew closer.

He had know for some time that being around the girl had made him feel unsettled, but he had never reasoned why the girl would give him pause. The tightening in his chest and flood of fear when he saw that she had been ripped from his protection had overwhelmed him. The anger that had shot through his body when he had seen that bastard was only moments away from violating Y/N had confirmed it. He was in love with the tough, yet fragile woman laying in the bed before him.

“Captain Levi?” Her voice was small, lost as she looked uncertainly at him. “Would you mind staying with me? Every time I close my eyes, I see him....feel him, touching.”

He nodded silently, and sat on the edge of the bed as she slowly moved over, a small groan escaping her as she shuffled. He leaned against the headboard and brought her against him gently as he looked down at her face against his chest. He had never been asked to comfort, aside from the last words men felt the need to speak as they died on the battlefield. This was different, it was.... nice.

He found that his thumb was idly rubbing into the soft skin of her shoulder as he held her close, listening as her breathing slowed, watching as her eyes fluttered closed. A innocent sense of wonder filled him as a woman fell asleep against him for the first time in his life. He was normally avoided, feared, yet this girl found sanctuary and comfort in him.

Relaxing himself, he felt a tiny smile cross his lips. Now wasn’t the right time, she needed to heal first, but soon they needed to talk. While he enjoyed her viewing him as her savior, he understood now that he wanted a far greater role on her life. He wanted her heart in exchange for his.

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i-heart-danchou · 5 years ago

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Struggle

Okay so this is for the bottom Erwin week prompt Masturbation. As usual I am incapable of writing anything happy! S’my style.

-------------------------- Levi wasn’t a man who had felt weak very often in his life. For the most part, he’d been able to take care of himself from a very young age, and there wasn’t much that made him vulnerable. That was one thing that Kenny had given him; the ability to handle himself, protect himself, and keep himself safe. Keeping other people safe, he supposed, was another matter entirely. He had felt weak when he raced back to Isobel and Farlan that fateful day in the rain, and he had felt weak and helpless in this moment. The Survey Corps was returning from their mission to rescue Eren again, and from what Levi was hearing, the casualties had been enormous. “Get a medic! The commander is—“ Levi watched in horror as Erwin rode in through the gates, his beautiful white horse stained pink from the enormous volume of blood in her coat. Erwin swayed, his eyes unfocused and his posture unsteady. Levi couldn’t get through the crowd to reach him as he fell from his horse, landing with a sickening thud on the dirt. “We need some help, we’re losing him!”

This was fucking bullshit, and Levi forced his way through the people to get to Erwin. Fuck, fuck, fuck, what had happened? His eyes widened as he saw the source of the blood— how had he missed that— Erwin’s fucking arm was—“MOVE!” He ordered, clearing a path for the medic to get to Erwin. His stomach churned when he saw the fleshy muscle clenching aimlessly around Erwin’s severed bone.

How had this happened? What the fuck were they doing?? He shoulda been there. Levi shoulda fucking been there. He gritted his teeth and shifted on his ankle. Fuck.

It was touch and go for a while. Erwin had lost so much blood that the doctors were worried about brain damage. Levi couldn’t bear to imagine losing Erwin, or having his bright mind robbed through some careless venture… so he threw himself into his work, trying to keep everything running smoothly so that if— when, Erwin recovered, everything would be easier for him.

When he was by himself in the dark, he put his right hand behind his back. He tried to function normally, he tried to take care of himself. Simple acts like brushing his teeth, buttoning his shirt, even using the toilet were a thousand times harder like this, and he wondered how Erwin would cope.

Surely his military career was over, right? He’d never fight again. Deep down in his heart he knew that Erwin would never retire, not over something as insignificant as being permanently and seriously maimed. As long as there was a truth out there to find, Erwin would seek it… even if it killed him.

Levi swore as he failed to put his cravat on with just his left hand, and ruefully allowed his right arm to rejoin the fray. Erwin had no such luxury. Erwin was going to struggle.

Levi was there the moment Erwin opened his eyes, and he was certain he wasn’t quite able to contain his relief. “Erwin.” He breathed, reaching over to touch his hand. “You nearly got yourself killed.”

“Mm.” Erwin’s voice was croaky and exhausted. “M’not that easy to kill.”

Levi cocked an eyebrow. Apparently they had him on the good stuff. “I know that. Makes it a lot easier not to worry when you’re off doing whatever crazy gamble you’ve come up with this time.” Levi swallowed. “I don’t like the beard.” He said eventually. “I’ll fill you in on everything you’ve missed.” The next morning when he came in, he regretted his comments about Erwin’s facial hair… he’d tried to shave it left handed and his beautiful face was marred with nicks and cuts, much of the stubble still present in scraggly clumps.

Levi frowned. “You look awful.” He said gently. “I’ll help.” He collected some shaving implements and climbed onto the bed with Erwin. It was a soft, intimate moment, and Levi was respectful as he cleaned up Erwin’s face. “You’ll get there.” Levi said as he finished. “It just takes practice.”

He considered telling Erwin how he’d tried his luck with only one arm, but decided perhaps it was a story for when the wounds weren’t so raw.

Levi was impressed with the way Erwin was handling his disability, truth be told. He didn’t like or need to be coddled. He was a grown man and was very good at accepting the hand life had dealt him. If his arm ached, he never complained about it, nor did he make a fuss as he struggled with his day to day activities. If the situation were reversed, Levi imagined he’d be very frustrated and angry, even if he knew such behaviors were irrational and unproductive. It worried him that Erwin saw losing his arm as only the start of his penance… it was part of a long line of worrying subtle bouts of depression Levi was starting to notice more and more, the closer they got to taking back Wall Maria.

Erwin was back to work probably a lot quicker than was recommended or healthy. He wasn’t the type of man to wallow in self pity, and they had bigger things to worry about than the difficulties posed by a missing arm. He never said anything, but Levi could see the way he struggled. His penmanship suffered terribly, he was getting up nearly an hour earlier every morning to ensure he was cleaned and dressed properly for the day, and little things that he’d taken for granted were becoming extremely difficult.

Erwin was great at hiding his frustrations, but Levi was great at knowing when Erwin was hiding something. It was subtle; a sharp exhale of breath in frustration, the way his eyebrows pinched together when he dropped something, the brief flicker or pain in his eyes when he reached for something with his right hand out of habit.

Levi worried. Of course he worried about Erwin, he loved him and cared about him and wanted him to be whole once more. It was a difficult balance at times, wanting to support his partner without being overbearing, making Erwin feel like he’d lost his independence. The problem was that Erwin never liked to ask for help, and Levi didn’t want to offer too often.

The injury came with a subtle change in their own relationship as well. Erwin seemed withdrawn, distracted, and far less physically affectionate than he had been in the past. Even as they lay together in bed Erwin didn’t cuddle up close to Levi like he used to. He was turned away, facing the wall, curled up into himself. Levi turned over and got Erwin’s attention, frowning at the storm brewing in those beautiful blue eyes. “Does it hurt?” He asked quietly.

“A little. I don’t want to sleep on my right side at the moment, it’s too tender.”

Levi had a very hard time asking to be held, demanding more intimacy and affection. It seemed to be admitting weakness, which is something Levi wouldn’t do. It wasn’t a big bed, but the distance between them was enormous. “Fine.” He didn’t mind being the big spoon, and wrapped his arms around Erwin’s waist so they could be closer. A lot of things were changing, and he suspected they wouldn’t have many more chances to lie together like this.

Levi wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it was certainly more than what he got. Erwin didn’t put his hand on Levi’s hands, didn’t thread their fingers together, didn’t sigh pleasantly and shift his body so it was flush with Levi’s. It was painful to see him so withdrawn, and Levi wasn’t good at heavy emotional conversations really.

He defaulted to crude humor, and started pulling at Erwin’s waistband so he could grasp his dick.

“Levi… what are you doing?” Erwin sounded tired.

“Well you’re being a grumpy fuck and you’re missing an arm so I figured you haven’t been jerking off enough.” He said with a shrug. “May as well help, s’what a subordinate is for.”

Erwin chuckled then. “I’m going to have to get you another copy of the military handbook. Fraternization is frowned upon, especially between a superior officer and subordinate.” He twisted his back so he could see Levi’s face, and apparently his expression was so disgusted and non-believing that Erwin burst into laughter.

It was absurd. The whole situation was absurd. “You’re an idiot.” Levi said eventually, still tugging on Erwin’s cock. It wasn’t springing to life like it normally did, and Levi allowed his hand to still. This wasn’t good.

“I don’t know how to help you.” He admitted. “I…” don’t like to see you like this? Know what it’s like? Need you to get better? “I’m worried I’m losing you and I don’t know what to do.” Erwin was brilliant. Levi often felt like a fool next to him.

“Levi…” Erwin shifted over in the bed, wincing as he grazed his stump on the mattress. He attempted to lie on his right side, but obviously it was causing him a great deal of pain.

“Erwin, stop. Lie on your back.” Levi suggested, shifting over to Erwin’s left side before curling up to the sprawling expanse of his chest. They were quiet for a moment, and Levi allowed himself to enjoy warmth of Erwin’s skin, the nice heavy feeling of that beautiful arm snaked around his waist.

“Levi.” Erwin broke the silence, his voice was silky and warm. “You help me every day. This would all be so much harder without you at my side.” He smiled at Levi in the darkness, but there was no joy in his eyes.

“You don’t deserve to suffer.” Levi said. “You’re not going to hell. You’re a good man and you deserve good things.” Erwin’s breath hitched and he squeezed Levi tighter. “You’re wrong,” he said, and then he went silent. He squeezed Levi closer though, and kissed the top of his head. “I love you.” He whispered. “No matter what happens, I love you. You’re my right hand.” Levi nuzzled into his chest. “I love you too, you dork. Don’t go soft on me now.” Some of the tension had ebbed out of Erwin’s shoulders, and Levi was relieved to feel him drift off. Levi stayed curled up to Erwin and listened to him rest.�� Sleep had never come easily to Levi, and he lay awake with his eyes wide open, wondering what good was having strength if he couldn’t protect the people he loved. Morning came quickly, and Erwin struggled to dress himself. His back was tall and straight as he marched ever forward, and Levi could only watch as Erwin slipped further away.

#bottomerwinweek2019 #bottomerwinweek #bottomerwin #my stuff #eruri #erwin smith #levi ackerman

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darby-drabbles · 6 years ago

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Wrote this post out first! Welcome to vampire hours part 2: the second one. Now with more fun fax me and @duck-n-clover worked out together.

So it was kinda established that the vamps can transform into bats, bc that’s fun. But we decided why should we stop there,, perhaps these guys can have their own special personalized animal familiar forms, too. Why? We just think it’s neat! The bat transformation is probably a separate thing, much easier to do, but the other animal form might make it easier to be able to wander around in daytime without much harm. It’s fantasy magic, don’t worry about it, w/e w/e. I think they could technically be any sort of animal but everyone will usually have a form that’s just easier for them and they stick with it. It’s their vampire fursona,,, if you will. After enough transformations it’s probably harder to try other animals, besides their bat forms? They’re just used to it. Newbie vamps probably typically try a few different things out before they figure out what Feels Right.

Of the crew, Levi is a wolf, Izzy is a rabbit, Lucky is a scraggly black cat (baby Nico is also a black cat, just,,, a tiny puffball with big eyes lookin mf), Kriss is a crow, and Nathan is a fox. He wanted to be a big cool and tough wolf like Levi but couldn’t manage, but he’ll settle. It’s Fine... He also tried being a ferret, that was fun. Andre on the other hand.. Did not have an animal form. He didn’t really know it was possible, or at least, didn’t know HE could be capable of it. His past with his maker/first vampire coven was abusive. He was usually hungry and physically weak, as well as constantly being told he was weak, so it was hard and he never realized his full potential. No one really explained things to him or showed him the ropes.

When he joins with Levi, Izzy, and Lucky, they help him adjust and teach him plenty of things, but becoming an animal other than a bat isn’t something he knows how to grasp. Perhaps they aren’t the best teachers for this one, it’s a difficult concept to explain when they’ve always just kinda done it, but they try to explain anyway. (“You just, y’know.... BE the cat.” “???”) Years come n go and gosh, idk, maybe even Nathan and Kriss are here by now?? It really takes a while, he kinda gave up trying to learn this one and figured he Just Couldn’t Do It, it was frustrating, he was Too Weak. It might’ve been seeing the newbies do it that sparked his interest again... Still. Just Be The Cat doesn’t help much. He keeps trying again, though, and imagine everyone’s surprise and pride when he DOES finally be the cat! A big, very big, stripey cat.... He’s a tiger... Aw jeez, oh boy.... Heck. Everyone’s caught off guard but we are all proud of him. He is very strong. They might need a quick team meeting huddle to figure out what to do with the huge fucking tiger stretching on Levi’s bed, but I think it’s gonna be just fine.

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#vampire au #au #oc facts #oc headcanons #story building #world building #original characters

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ecscott · 2 years ago

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Two Beautiful Truths I Learned from the Day a Pastor Offered to Cut my Hair

In the summer of 1972 I almost cut my hair. Like David Crosby sang, “It was gettin’ kinda long.” At that time I dressed as most in my crowd did: a flannel shirt, worn button-fly Levis, and unique to me, knee high leather moccasins. I also wore my hair flowing down the middle of my back. Scraggly sideburns dirtied my cheeks. 1972 was also the summer I began following Jesus, or—more…

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#1972 #Almost cut my hair #Become #Believe #Belong #Camp Elim #Colorado #CSN&Y #David Crosby #Redeemer Temple #What does it mean to follow Jesus?#What is almost cut my hair about?#What were Jesus Freaks?

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shadowgale96 · 6 years ago

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‘I was walking by the roller coasters and SOMEONE’S SHOE FLEW OFF AND HIT ME IN THE HEAD’ AU Prompt

Eruri. From this prompt. Read more here or on AO3

Levi does not like theme parks.

They’re chaotic and noisy and unhygienic. Just thinking about how many people sat in the same seat and held the same softy bars and shat in on the same toilet was enough to cement a disgusted expression into his face. He was adamant about staying clear from any sort of bacteria ridden cesspool like an amusement part. But when Isabel came running in waving her pink cased cell phone in his face showing him news feeds of the brand new terrifyingly thrilling wooden coaster a nearby theme park had build. He had a hard time saying ‘no’.

Well, no actually. That’s a lie. He said ‘no’ quite a few times. But Izzy’s large green eyes eventually wore him down, and Levi found himself exactly where he swore he’d never be. In the center of Hell. It had to be. Nothing was worse than this. It was hot and loud, and he swears he can feel heat radiating off everyone’s bodies as they weave through the crowds.

Sweaty arms brushed up against Levi as he walks and his body goes ridged at the vulgarity of the situation. Bile choking up in his throat as an aggravated shutter racks through his body.

“Com’on Com’on Com’on!” Isabel cried, emerald eyes beaming in excitement. “This way!”

Levi let out a fuming sigh. He followed behind Isabel with the sourest expression imaginable. Children even staggered back when they saw him.

Farlan stepped a little closer and nudged him. “You could try to look like you’re having a good time, for Izzy’s sake at least.”

Levi shot him a death glare. He was almost at the end of his rope.

“Okay, okay.” Farlan said calmly. “ Maybe ‘having a good time’ is a bit of a stretch, but maybe a little less of a ‘I’m about to go on a homicidal rampage’ look.

Levi grimaced and looked away. He just wants to get his day over with. He’d ride the fucking ride and do whatever else Isabel wanted to do at the park, and then he would go home and pretend this day never happened.

Levi and Farlan followed Izzy through the crowds and eventually reached the back of the line. The very very unbelievably-long-as-fuck line. Levi knuckles couldn’t become whiter. The line stretched and weaved through multiple shaded areas, snaking it’s way to an unseeable destination.

Izzy giddily hopped in place in front of them, and Farlan stood next to Levi looking absolutely terrified.

“We’ll… uh… be there before you know it?” Farlan tried.

“Don’t talk.”

“It might help time go by faster.”

“Shut it.”

For the next fifteen minutes, Levi dug his hands into his shorts which, despite being the smallest pair of shorts he owned, were much too hot. Levi could feel the dampness of sweat on the back of his neck, and he didn’t need a mirror to know how flushed his pale skin probably was in this blistering heat. A pulsing headache was already beginning to form from all the screaming.

Isabel’s cheery voice suddenly grabbed his attention. “Big Bro, Look! The coaster’s com’n round again!”

Levi glanced beyond the wooden fence. The red metal track of the roller coaster towered high above them. Its closeness gave those in line something to watch. But it was probably more of a design based to tease the guests.

Levi could hear the screaming build before he saw the coaster. The large thing flew down the track at lightning speed and curved their way to pass overhead as it had before. As it whooshed by, there was a small gust of wind that Levi reveled in. Suddenly, his heart spiked.

He didn’t have time to pull his hands out of his pockets before he realized something in the center of his vision was barreling straight towards him. In an instant the shadow of the object passed over him. Something slammed into him. The pressure of it consumed his entire face. Levi’s vision jerked. Suddenly, he was seeing sky and trees.

Then the world went black.

When he came to, he realized he was no longer standing on a cement path in big-ass line. The coolness of the air told him that much. He was in the shade. The persistent hum of voices and the level of humidity told him he was still in the park.

Levi’s eyes peeked open. One of the first things he processed was white sheets and a red cross. Fuck. That makes sense.

and he quickly found Falran and Isabel. They were standing a few meters away, intently listening to a doctor, or whatever the fuck a theme part medical station worker is called. They looked concerned as they nodded along to words Levi couldn’t hear. But, they weren’t the only ones there.

There were three other men standing close by listening along with his friends. There was a scraggly looking man with dark hair and a pathetic excuse of a beard as well as a ridiculously tall man with blond hair and heavy bangs. In the middle, was someone how had the bluest eyes Levi’s ever seen. His golden hair was combed back perfectly and fluffy blonde eyebrows knitted in concern. He was even wearing a short sleeved sweater vest. In short, he looked like an idiot… and maybe a bit like a kicked puppy.

Those sorry eyes were surprisingly endearing.

When doctor stepped away from them, the taller blond smirked. “I can’t believe you fucking hit him, Erwin.”

“I told you I didn’t want to come here, Mike. Look what happened!” Erwin said.

Mike smirked. “Yeah, I didn’t think you’d end up hospitalizing someone with your big feet.”

“This isn’t funny!” Erwin whisper yelled.

Erwin’s expression slowly grew more mortified. Levi’s eyes narrowed in confusion. Everything was still… foggy. As he continued to scan the group, he noticed something very odd. ‘Erwin’ was missing a shoe. Levi’s head throbbed and a strapping ache spread across his skull. Don’t fucking tell me.

There was a light gasp near him that grabbed his attention. The doctor was stading over him now.

“Mr. Ackerman?” They tested. “Mr. Ackerman are you awake, can you hear me?”

“What do you think?” He croaked out sarcastically.

No shit he was awake. His eyes were open. What kind of doctor is this? The doctor sighed and moved around him checking his vitals. At the commotion, the group outside looked his way, and he suddenly had five pairs of eyes locked on him. Isabel and Farlan rushed over. Levi held the gaze of the dorky looking blond who remained cemented in his place.

“Levi, Bro!” Isabel bent down by his side. “How yuh feel’n?”

Levi found her worried eyes. With a flat expression he said, “Like I was hit by a brick.”

Farlan smirked. “Hah, Not so much.”

Levi nodded bitterly. It was a shoe. It had to be. It was the only thing that made sense.

“Was it Blondie’s?”

Farlan and Isabel’s eyes widened as they glanced at eachother.

“How’d yuh know?” Isabel asked.

“ ‘Cause he looks like he’s about to shit himself.” Levi said. “HEY BLONDIE!”

Erwin’s shoulders tightened. For a moment Levi wondered if he would even dare to step into the tent, but then the blond found his courage and came his way.

Farlan leaned down speaking fast and hushed. “Levi what are you doing?!”

“Having fun.” Levi said.

“Levi! He feels bad enough as is, don’t do anything stupid!”

“Were you knocked unconscious today?” Levi said in a simple almost innocent sounding voice.

“No-I”

“Then let me handle this.”

Farlan looked like he was going to say more but then Erwin was stepped close to the gurney Levi was laying on. Levi’s friends rose and gave the two some space. As they walked away their eyes shared a silent conversation.

Do you think that guy has any idea what’s about to happen to him?

No chance in hell.

They stepped back outside leaving Levi alone with Erwin and the doctor.

“Erwin?” Levi asked.

Erwin took in a breath and nodded. “Yes, that’s me.”

Levi crossed his arms and watched Erwin with a lingering deadened stare. Erwin shifted for a moment waiting for Levi to say more but he didn’t. Erwin awkwardly rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Are you… feeling all right?”

“What do you think?” Levi spat.

Erwin’s startled back. “I-uh-um- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-“

“To what? To give me a concussion? Because I think you did.” Levi glanced at the doctor. “Do I have a concussion?”

The doctor paused. “It’s highly possible.” They said cautiously.

“Will I have to go to the hospital?” Levi asked flatly.

“We’ve already called you an ambulance. It might just be a concussion, but I do need to advise you to get yourself looked over to be safe.”

Levi slowly pulled his glare back to Erwin. “Well, that’s great.”

“If money is a problem, I can help however-”

Levi cut him off. He didn’t want to hear this dorky looking man with stupidly perfect eyes speak.

“Tell me, Blondie. I can’t see my face but your expression is giving me a good idea. Just how bad does this look exactly?” Levi’s words were laced with venom.

Erwin took in another breath. He stared at a part of Levi’s face that he couldn’t see. The blonde’s expression wavered, and Levi could see Erwin really didn’t want to tell him. But eventually he let out a reluctant sigh and answered. “It’s really bruising.”

The embers of anger ignited deep in Levi’s chest. “Peachy.”

“It-”

“It’s gonna keep getting darker for the next few hours!”

Erwin closed his mouth. Only just realizing that maybe he shouldn’t be talking to Levi right now. Throughout the whole conversation, Erwin had a sadness in his eyes, a sadness that made Levi want to hit him. Levi was still raging. This day sucked. Fuck all of it: the heat, the people, the noise, the ride, and fuck Erwin and his puppy face. He wasn’t even the one who got hit. And now, he couldn’t even grace Levi with being a dick so he could vent his frustration.

Despite it all, Erwin actually tried again.

“I really am very sorry for what happened, Levi.”

“Die shitting, asshole.”

Outside Erwin’s taller friend choked out a laugh while Erwin’s hurt only grew. Then, something cracked in Erwin’s expression. He closed his eyes and furrowed his brows. His lips curled into a tight frown. When he opened them, arctic eyes were leering down at Levi bitterly.

“You… are a horrible person.” His voice now cold.

Levi opened is mouth, gaping in shock. “I’m a horrible person!?”

“Yes.” Erwin said with conviction.

“You hit me with a shoe!”

“Accidentally.” Erwin corrected. His sudden boldness was unexpected. “It’s not like I made a conscious decision to knock you unconscious. I’ve done nothing but apologize and offer my help.”

Erwin let out a frustrated sigh and plopped down in a seat across from Levi. That perfectly combed hair of his came a little loose. For a fraction of a second, Levi didn’t think Erwin looked so much like an idiot. But only for a moment.

“I didn’t even want to come out here today.” Erwin mumbled to himself.

Levi watched Erwin; perhaps he’d been a little hard on him. He wasn’t about to let it show though. His face fucking hurt, it made it heart to hold anything other than a grimace. The pain made him remember that he blamed Erwin. The light was hurting to hurt his eyes and nausea swirled in his stomach. Damn. He probably did have a concussion.

Levi sighed. “Yeah… Yeah me neither.”

Erwin perked up a little,. His eyes look softer than before. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Levi gestured out to his friends. “They really wanted to come though.”

A small smile graced Erwin’s lip, and this felt more genuine than his apologies had been. “I suppose we have that in command at the very least.”

A quiet moment settled between them. Rage slowly burned out like dying embers on a fire. The pain, however, was much more persistent. Levi’s head and face continued to throb. The voices of the crowd still lingered in the air, and the heat was just terrible, even in the shade. Levi rested his head back on the gurney and eyed Erwin.

“You really wanna help?” Levi asked.

Erwin perked up for a moment, listening to what Levi had to say.

“Take me to the hospital.”

“What?”

Levi gestured back to their friends. “Those four idiots still wanna run around. I can’t speak for yours but, I know mine won’t admit to it. They’re too damn polite.” He paused. “You don’t want to be here. I never wanted to be here. And, ambulances are fucking expensive.”

There was a glimmer in Erwin’s eyes. He was right. They both wanted out. this was that chance. There was now a playful mischievousness in him tone. “Even so, you could just have your friends take you. Are you sure you want to spend the rest of your day with the person that hit you with a shoe?”

Despite Levi’s glare, he answered. “He’s not so bad.”

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