#short like levi ackerman

[jjkeremika]

Goofy (pt3)

levi ackerman x reader (fem!reader), levi x you

description: your friends embarrassed levi. he wants to embarrass you

inspiration (anonymous;requested): “captain levi making goofy reader get off on his new boot as punishment for fucking something up under his watch. especially because he heard their little jokes and he wants her to be embarrassed”)

(Goofy (pt1): you think levi’s too serious. he thinks you’re too goofy; Goofy (pt2): levi fucks some sense in you)

warning/disclaimer: armin/sasha/you/ymir/historia friend group; lewd language; masturbation; object grinding; shaming/derogatory; edging; punishment; light hair tug; power dynamic; NSFW/MDNI

“we’re all ready for the mission, right? you guys know the plan?” armin asked while stacking a wooden box into the wagon, hoisting it from historia’s and ymir’s dual grip.

“well, we’re not done stacking yet, so,” sasha added, dangling and kicking her feet off the edge of the wagon, “doesn’t sound that ready to me,” she sang, eying armin playfully.

“some of us aren’t helping,” ymir muttered, lightly kicking sasha’s side.

armin sighed, paired with a deep breath and an arm stretch, “i meant the strategy.”

sasha slapped ymir’s leg. ymir hopped away from the cart. “not all help is manual labor. entertainment and company are so important these days,” she said knowingly, leaning back onto her palms.

you and ymir made eye contact and chuckled. “oh. maybe you should stop helping then,” ymir added as she picked up another box from the ground. sasha reached to smack armin’s leg as he snorted and laughed.

“i still can’t believe we’re on levi’s squad this time,” historia squealed in hushed excitement, glancing around to make sure the captain wasn’t around. “all of us!”

her squeal cut through yours, sasha’s, and ymir’s laughter, drawing all of your attention. ymir carried the box and handed it off to armin. you pulled out the ropes and clips from a separate stack of crates.

“do you think that’s related to—” armin blurted out, his cheeks immediately pinking up as he glanced at you. he stopped himself as ymir put the box down and leaned onto it as she laughed.

“armin, too soon!” historia gasped, trying to hold her composure but her pink cheeks gave her away. “her throats still sore.”

nobody said anything, everyone looking at the ground with suppressed smiles and shifting bodies.

“related to our amazing skills?” sasha finished his question, pulled an apple out of her pocket. “obviously.”

“who knew you had such a dirty mind, tori,” ymir said, clicking her tongue, shaking her head, “nobody else went there.”

you laughed, winced from the healing tears in the tissue. “way to doubt our skills and make us feel bad,” sasha added, taking a bite.

“i, uh, i thought armin was referring to—” she stammered, glancing around at all of her friends suppressing a smile into a frown.

“wow. now she’s blaming armin,” sasha sighed, exaggerating her tone.

ymir rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “he can’t even say clitoris, tori.”

historia looked to you and you shook your head, flattened your lips into a straight line.

“i can’t believe you just said that. way to bring up literal throat fucking while we’re working,” ymir said it with a straight face and shook her head and licked her lips, returned to picking up the box and moving towards the carriage.

“maybe you should stop helping,” sasha mused, punctuating her suggestion with another bite of her apple and a loud munch.

historia chortled and turned around, helping you untangle the ropes.

“i was only going to say his new boots,” armin said quietly. “i think hes proud of them. eren told me the heel leaves a mark for days.”

sasha and ymir immediately looked to you then burst into laughter. sasha gasped excitedly. you laughed despite your sore throat, dropping the rope, wheezing more than anything else.

“that’s sexy,” ymir and sasha shouted in unison and pointed at each other, laughing loudly. historia covered her mouth to quiet herself.

“oo, lucky eren,” you added.

“well,” historia chirped with a wide grin, bordering a more amused smirk, “three inches can be a lot for some people.”

sasha grabbed her stomach with laughter, ymir hit the crate. even armin was laughing harder than you’ve seen before, light pink cheeks like he might be starting to get it, catching on.

“i meeeaaaannn,” sasha elongated, raising her palms, bending her elbows, and shrugging, completely oblivious to the apple juice sliding down her wrist. “we know he likes to wear the boots.”

his voice cut through the open air, even echoed enough for nearby birds to fly away. his volume traveled faster than he walked, sauntering like none of you were ever worth his time. “hey!” the five of you turned to sight of him approaching, still a good distance away. “shut the fuck up!”

ymir, sasha, and you all looked between each other with suppressed smiles and suggestive eyes before breaking into another fit of laughter, the tension and adrenaline increasing your heart rate.

“hurry up and knock it off!” he demanded, his tone cutting through the laughter, the tension dissipating into dangerous territory.

the four of them silently went back to work, and you dared to look at levi with an amused smile, smirked and bit your lip when you noticed the pink sheen highlighting his cheeks, the flaring of his nostrils, the heaving of his chest as he glared at you with a curled lip and clenched fists.

there were tiny bits of quiet, suppressed laughter and amusing eye contact while the rest of the crates were stacked.

armin spoke first, so softly and unsurely, while the five of you tied and chained the crates to the carriage. “do you think if we speak again…” he pointed to his throat, suppressed his smile into a poorly-hidden straight face, dared to look at you while he said it. “he’s gonna do that to us?”

sasha’s hand clapped over her mouth as she laughed.

“aw,” ymir said between repressed chuckles. she walked over to armin, patted his back. “baby made his first funny joke.” he didn’t totally understand the joke, but everyone laughed when he said it the first time.

“no,” sasha eyed you when she followed, not even hiding the bemused smirk anymore, successfully controlling her volume, “we never said ‘aye aye, captain.’”

ymir snickered, put her arm around you. “yeah,” she continued casually, sighing in fake sorrow, “we’re just not goofy enough.”

*************

the five of you were relaxing at the cafeteria, exhausted from the manual labor, for once on the quieter side (still littered with a few jokes about how it was good for you to be on vocal rest), when the doors to the room slammed against the walls.

you felt the force of the air from across the room. all eyes turned to the smaller figure in the doorway, but captain levi was looking for one group in particular.

he stormed over almost immediately, knowing what table your friends sat at by heart, and the heat radiating off of him was enough to raise the temperature in the room, enough to make the room’s blood boil.

“which one of you fucked up?” his voice was level, but if you chipped away you could hear the frustration and anger and restraint. “which one of you tied the back?”

“um, a ‘hello’ wou—“ ymir started while you agreed simultaneously, “yeah, serio—“

“i don’t have time for your fucking jokes today.” he leaned his palms against the table, glared at each of you like you were nothing but sacks of meat. you both fell silent. “your carriage fell apart. your cargo was loose. your cargo fucking fell out before the team even reached the wall!”

he pointed at each of you while he spoke. “best part?” his eyes were flaring, setting fire to anyone who dared to make eye contact. “into the fucking river.”

armin and historia sat with their heads down, ymir rolled her eyes but bit her tongue. sasha was starting to feel the pressure of what they’d done.

“two months of supplies in the river.” he was seething, it was seeping into his eerily calm tone. “back right. who secured it?”

everyone tried to subtly look to you, keeping their hands clasped in their laps, but levi was impeccable at reading body language.

he glared at you, a scoff mixed with distaste and expectation. “captain goofy, huh?” he crossed his arms and you pretended not to notice the folding of his sleeve, exposing the muscle underneath. “of course it was fucking you.”

worst part?

it was actually you this time.

“you.” he pointed at you. you dug your fingernails into your thigh to avoid visible shaking. “you’re coming with me.”

he spat out the words, snarling like he might bite. you thought about him pulling your hair again.

“considering you’ll probably kill me if i don’t…” you mumbled, standing up rolling your eyes despite the jolt down your spine, your brain sending orders that your body helplessly obeys.

levi was already stomping away, the heels of his pristine boots smacking against the wooden floor, his cool rage quacking the earth.

historia whispered before you walked away. “he’ll kill you if you do.”

“yeah, honestly, nice knowing you,” ymir added, waving her hand like a careless farewell.

as you neared the door, levi having stopped to ensure you were following, you heard sasha not-so-quietly whisper, “he’s gonna kick her with the three inches.”

“eren’s quaking,” ymir immediately responded, cackling. armin hid his face behind his palms, historia stifled a laugh, and you failed to suppress a smug smile.

the captain ignored you, storming off noticeably faster and harder. you rubbed your throat and swallowed the building saliva to cool the itch as you followed the captain into his office.

levi sat in the office chair. “close the door behind you,” he ordered sternly. you carelessly pushed the door, a tiny part of you hoping the door didn’t actually close, that the lock didn’t click. for the bit.

you moved to sit down when he commanded, “stand,” with the soft click of the door. you kept your eyes on levi, who was taking controlled breaths.

he stared at you, more anger than anything else. he said nothing for minutes, scrutinized you with clasped hands and narrowed eyes, drawn brows and a disappointed scowl.

your heart was racing, you could feel the pulse in your wrists, in your neck, running up and down your thighs. the adrenaline of being reprimanded, the same relentless feeling as yesterday, the same rage and sexual frustration in his eyes.

the tension was unbearable, almost suffocating, settling heavily on your bones. you scanned his face amidst constant eye contact, looking for the slightest tell, the tiniest curve of his lip and vein in his neck.

you took in the sight of the captain in his office chair, his clutter-free desk neatly stacked with numerous papers, multiple different pens for different purposes.

levi stayed silent. your mind started to wander, thought of what your friends would say. it was actually hard to read his body language. you could picture her face and sasha’s laughter when she said it. why? because it’s so small?

you breathily laughed, the smile taking over your face, before you returned to looking at levi’s visibly frustrated expression and bit your bottom lip.

he locked his jaw. maybe you’d get to lick it today. “where do you think you stand in the corp?” his calm tone was misleading, laced with insidious undertones desperate to reach out and touch you.

you exhaled breathily, pointing to the floor. “uh, right here?”

his lip curled and he blinked twice before standing up and pointing in front of him. “here.” you hesitated, debated what to say. “im your captain. you do as i say.”

your legs started moving before your jaw could, quietly sauntering over. you were stood in front of him, looking down slightly. his stare was still hard, still debating with himself. you thought of kissing him this time.

“on your knees,” he ordered, his expression not faltering but his pupils widened, different from yesterday. “on the boot.”

his lip curled in response to your questioning face, but you complied anyway, your sore knees reminiscing on the last time.

you looked up at him with wide, dark eyes, taking in the sight of him towering over with all the light in the room. “hop.”

“what?”

“bounce. hop. move,” he repeated coldly. “do not fucking disobey me today.” he held up the top sheet of paper, the report of all the supplies lost, the request for replacements for a team with waning support.

you felt the blood rush through your body, heard it pounding in your ears, felt it appearing on your cheeks and settling in your crotch. the fluster in your gut was amplified by the explicit knowledge that you’ve fucked up. you’ve embarrassed the squad. you’ve embarrassed him.

his hand wrapping in your recovering hair brought you back to reality, where you were frozen, the rumble in your chest fighting for the air space in your lungs. “now.”

you rocked your hips instead, followed the friction against your clothed clit and repeated the cycle. you maintained eye contact with levi. “aye, aye, captain.”

you swore you saw his mouth flicker, his eyes gleam with a brighter light. he watched you carefully, scanning over your eyes and your mischievous smile and your hips rocking against the nice shiny boot.

the grip in your hair tightened as your hips sped up. the heat on your cheeks stayed despite the blood centered in your lower abdomen, despite the fire in your pelvis.

“keep going, baby,” he almost purred, turning his head away from the sight of you grinding down in the boots you were so obsessed with to the fucked up situation you warned them about.

“wh-what are you doing?” you rasped, awkwardly already a little breathless from the simple friction. you were peering over the desk, trying to see what was taking his attention off you.

he scoffed with a tiny smirk, shook his head lightly, “fixing your mistake.” he signed a page with one hand, flipped it with the same, kept the other held firmly on your scalp, in your hair.

you felt the heat rush to your cheeks, felt the unsettling turmoil in your abdomen, as the embarrassment flushed over, swirled with the sparks up your spine.

“don’t slow down,” levi added with a long stare, watching as you immediately obeyed, the liquid near your crotch starting to show on the thinner fabric of your thighs.

your hands wrapped around his calves, your eyelids closed. you leaned into the feeling, let the overwhelming heat add to the burning need to continue.

each time he turned back to the paper you started softly moaning a little more, moved your hips a little faster and more centered, rocked against his ankle.

“you gonna tell your friends about this?” he huffed, his cheeks bright pink. he watched your cheeks redden as your brain slowly processed what he said. “how fucking desperate you are that you’ll rub yourself on my fucking boot? how you love my three inch heel?”

he laughed. “do you think they’re listening now? that they already fucking know? outside the fucking door watching and listening to you grind my new shiny riding boots?”

you continued, his words sending shivers along your nerves. “i’ve heard the way you speak of me. i’ve heard the fucking jokes you make.” he chortled, shook his head, but your eyes were closed. “what do you think your friends are talking about now? what fucking jokes do you think they’re making now?”

you were quiet, too focused on the unbelievable sensation building, on his hand on your head tightening its grip, on the shakiness of your thighs and the intense need to both follow and stop.

he tugged on your hair, the sharp pain numbed out by the lag in brain function. you whimpered as he pulled you off coarse, as he pressed his ankle against you. “well?”

“wh-whole new mhm… meaning to riding boots,” you answered obediently, regaining your rhythm. “i better tie you in a better knot,” you kept going despite being out of breath, staring willingly at him.

he smirked as he lightly kicked you off, and you slid off balance onto the floor, right on your elbows and hip. you didn’t really care about the sharp pain in your elbows as he stared down at you.

levi picked his boot up, put the heel against your other thigh and pushed you onto your ass. he stood before you as you sat onto your palms. “then go tell them what they’ll think of every time you see these boots,” he muttered, returning to his desk.

[isabel-magn0lia]

Eren looks so tall next to Levi wow :0

[potentialhomunculus]

I don’t understand why Nikolai Yezhov is drawn Like That by communist rpf blogs. Everyone will look completely normal and then he’s just inexplicably an anime boy.

[sapphirewolf100]

H i m b

I’m a bit rusty + haven’t drawn w/ pencils/pen/marker in quite some time, but yes I felt I must draw my current blorbo obsession: Levi from AoT/SnK

Art made by yours truly.

[quiveringdeer]

The way I kept thinkin Kim Hong-joong was a short king just to realize he's taller than half of Straykids! 😂😂😂

[happybird16]

I think Blue-Jeans would be a good nickname for Levi that'd he'd absolutely fucking hate

He'd be so exasperated, "Stop calling me that -it's not a fucking nickname if it's longer anyways!"

[pussysidon]

When he's about to die and he seems only mildly inconvenienced

Reading the Attack on Titan manga is great cause you get some absolute gold lines from Levi like:

Literally the realest thing anyone has ever said in this entire series

[pinkberryfox]

I saw something that hurt my heart about him being cruel or violent in a relationship or something so I’ve got some headcanons about Levi Ackerman.

He’s baby. He’s grumpy baby, but he’s baby.

Slight NSFW.

Traumatized! Levi headcanons:

-Levi who flinches and grabs your wrist when you first raise your hand to brush his hair out of his face, because he’s used to being hit.

-Levi who wants so BADLY to be good to you even when he struggles to be romantic or open (he’s never known how) because he thinks it’s the only thing he’s done right

-Levi who’s afraid to show you his body because it’s scarred and rough and calloused and thinks you only deserve someone beautiful

-Levi who is used to being gawked and whistled at for his fighting skills and pretty face and can’t help but melt when you look at him with tender eyes and concern because he’s not used to it

-Levi who’s afraid to involve you in his life and keeps you secret because you’re soft and kind and somehow he feels you’ll die like everyone else if he doesn’t keep a distance (for a while)

-Levi, who if you’re in the Corps, makes every strategy revolve around your safety, until he loses his squad.

-Levi who pleads with you to quit the Corps before the job destroys you- his brows furrowed, holding your hand in both of his, ready to fall to his knees if that’s what it takes.

-Levi, who when he finally kisses you, treats you like glass. He’s had so much violence and he just wants to be careful with you

-Levi who can’t ever bring himself to “fuck” you, who only ever makes love to you (even when it’s fast and deep), praising you, worshipping you, memorizing you, focusing on your pleasure over his.

-Levi who tells you, “Relax for me. I’ve got you. You’re so pretty. Hold on to me.”

-Levi who gives the best possible aftercare, cleaning and holding you, giving you water and telling you he loves you.

-Levi who thinks you’re precious. He may call you a little shit, but there’s always the hint of a smile on his face and his gaze is soft.

-Levi, who when you argue, never raises his voice, and will leave the room to cool down with a short “I’ll be back,” before he approaches a topic again because he’s not a ‘captain’ with you, he’s your lover.

-Levi whose heart flutters when you call him beloved, or tell him he’s sweet, or that he makes you happy.

-Levi who calls you sweet names- but only in private. Never ‘corny shit’ like princess or dear, but simple things like ‘(insert color here) eyes’.

-Levi who looks at you reverently, because you’re the best thing he’s ever had.

PART 2

[clare-875]

Emerald Eyes pt.2 (Law, Sabo, Kid, Katakuri)

Pairings: Law x Reader; Sabo x Reader; Kid x Reader; Katakuri x Reader Summary: How he acts when he is jealous Warnings: Some Angst, Fluff, Female Reader A/N: (Requested by @cartoonykatbird) I hope you enjoy :) [One Piece Masterlist] [Part 1: Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace] _____

- Law -

Law had been looking for you for a while now but when he finally finds you, you were grinning at the pages of a somewhat familiar book in your hands. He was confused, but slightly amused nonetheless as he observes you from the doorway where you are yet to notice his presence.

"[y/n]-ya?"

"Law!"

You say, and though startled you quickly shake out of it. You curse yourself as you know you have been caught grinning like an idiot looking at your favourite character from the book, or rather manga, you had recently become immersed in. Nevertheless, you stand to greet your boyfriend in the doorway with a smile on your face.

"What were you reading?"

He asks when you approach, and you have to fight to keep the flush off your face. "Nothing..." You murmur, unconvincingly even to yourself, as your words dwindle towards the end. "[y/n]-ya?" You look up to your boyfriend who raises his eyebrows to you, an unusual look on his face.

"It's not about that guy, Levi Ackerman, again is it?"

You roll your eyes as you watch the way the amusement in his eyes starts to subside into distaste. You almost have to stifle a laugh at how quickly his mood has changed when he realises you are reading the Attack on Titan manga once more. You had shown him earlier but for 'some reason', he had become irritated by the way you had gushed about your favourite character.

"Maybe..." You murmur. Law lets out a dramatic sigh at that, and he tries to pry the manga from your hands. "[y/n]-ya," he says when you move and step away so he doesn't get it. You start to giggle and run away from his shadowed face, making a run for the bed as you smile at him teasingly.

"No, you can't take this away from me!"

Law's eyebrows twitch as he watches you become distracted in the pages again; you need to finish the manga quickly before he pries it from your hands. He is filled with a feeling he knows to be jealousy and curses the way you have him so wrapped around your finger he can't even handle you fawning over a fictional character.

"Room!"

"Law! Don't you dare-"

But it's too late, soon what's in your hands is a plate from the kitchen rather than the manga you had been trying to finish. "Law!" You exclaim putting the dish to the side and crossing your arms in mock irritation. Your boyfriend, however, is now satisfied that your attention is off the fictional character you seem to adore and back on him.

He makes his way to your side and forces you to look at him, as a hand guides your pouting face to his. "I don't know why you're so obsessed with him anyway." He mumbles, you roll your eyes, feeling some of your annoyance relent at the pettiness your boyfriend holds over such an inconsequential matter.

"Hmm, he's mysterious, dark, handsome, strong..." You say as you look up to him and his sharp eyes teasingly. He leans in dangerously close as he observes your suggestive stare, a smirk starts to linger on his face as he leans in closer to you. "Sounds like someone else I know, [y/n]-ya..." You grin as he inches closer. "Yeah?"

"Yes, but as an added bonus, I'm tall too."

- Sabo -

Sabo knows of your friendship with his brother and as much as he absolutely adores how close the two of you are, he can't help but feel slightly neglected. He observes as the two of you converse rapidly, your energy and personalities a seeming match from heaven as you both keep yourselves entertained in the other's presence.

It was only supposed to be a short stop-by before the two of you made yourselves back to headquarters, but what was supposed to be an hour ended up being half the day. Sabo didn't mind initially, happy to see that his brother and his crew were doing well, but as he observes the chemistry you share with Luffy, he hates that he has to fight the envy that wants to fill his senses.

He didn't know what he was so jealous of. Was it you who formed such a deep connection with his brother so easily? Or was it his brother who seemed to gather your attention and laughter like it was nothing? When he hears your angelic laughter fill his ears, he figures it is the latter that wins.

You absolutely adored Luffy, having heard an abundance of stories about him from your boyfriend and time passed so easily. You both ate and fished and laughed and shared your experiences together and you honestly couldn't remember a time spent with more fun. It is only when you check the time and see how far it has gone into the afternoon, that you realise that you and your boyfriend need to get going.

Everyone gathers to say their goodbyes, and Luffy gives you an extra long hug, a wide smile adorning his face. "Shi, shi, shi. Bye [y/n]!" You return his hug with as much enthusiasm as he does. "Bye Lu!!" And soon, you are headed back with your boyfriend.

You noticed that Sabo had been acting weirdly when you found yourself rambling to him about the times you spent with his brother and he had not replied for a while. You observe the crease between his brow, as though concentrating hard on his thoughts, and the frown on his face had done nothing to waver.

Your own concern brims as you look at his uncharacteristic manner, and so you reach out and hold one of his hands in yours. "Hey, are you alright?" Sabo seems to break free from his thoughts momentarily and he looks at your gaze hesitantly and with a tint of shame in his eyes, but you could not fathom why.

"It's just-" He stops, almost scolding himself for getting worked up over something so stupid. You look at him questioningly and urge him on silently, and he sighs before continuing his words.

"Do you enjoy my company?"

You freeze, a little surprised by the question that slips his lips, so much so you let out an airy laugh. However, when you see the way Sabo's concern doesn't fade, you reply to him earnestly with a smile on your face. "Of course, Sabo. I'm dating you for a reason you know?" Sabo nods, some of his insecurity and envy fading away, but then he asks the question that had been gnawing at him most.

"But do you enjoy my company more than Luffy's?"

That is when you are truly shocked. You raise your eyebrows in utter surprise, but you also see the way your boyfriend has thought long about this and it has been eating away at the security he usually had in your relationship. You squeeze his hand lightly when he goes to turn away, and he keeps his wandering gaze on you.

"Sabo, I absolutely adore your brother. He's fun and energetic, and I love getting to know him because I feel like I'm getting to know someone important to you too. But Sabo, I love you. No one could compare to you."

When your boyfriend looks at you next it is like all his worry has diminished and his stupidity gone as quickly as your words had reassured him. "So would you stop being so jealous, of your brother?" You ask, rolling your eyes at his antics. Sabo smiles shyly, breaking free from whatever thoughts had clouded his mind earlier.

"Sorry love, I guess I just needed the reassurance." He captures your lips before the two of you approach port, and you can feel his growing smile against you. "That's okay love, everyone needs that sometimes." Sabo's grin is as warm as the setting sun as he looks down at you. You, so perfect and kind and devoted to him.

"I love you."

- Kid -

The last thing you would ever expect when wandering the streets with Eustass Kid is for someone to hit on you. Because though you are known to be able to handle yourself, you could not fathom which poor soul would be willing to undergo his utter wrath.

So, when someone does hit on you, it is usually in his absence, and he usually does not learn of it after you deal with it because you don't want unnecessary murder. You figure now was another one of those times when a young, handsome man spoke to you as though you would reciprocate his obvious advances.

The only reason you let him talk to you in the first place was to receive free drinks at the bar where you awaited your boyfriend. You were a pirate first after all - more specifically a Kid Pirate - you couldn't deny a man who so willingly offered something free of charge.

"Here you are love," the man had handed you a drink quicker than you could accept or decline, but of course you accept. Balancing the drink in your hold you smile politely and boldly. "Thank you," you say to him but his grin quickly diminishes when you go to turn away.

"Woah, woah, wait a minute. Don't you kinda owe me something?"

You force down a grimace when the man reaches out a hand to you and makes you face him, his stench reeking of the alcohol in his system. "Excuse me?" You ask, impatience brimming in you. You, after all, were dating Eustass Kid, and your anger and bravery often matched his own. "You passed me the drink willingly, I never said anything about paying you back for that."

The man starts to frown but his eyes ignite with a spark you know all too well. He liked a challenge, and you were a very attractive challenge to him right now. "Now let me tell you something, sweetheart-"

The man in front of you is about to say something, but that is when the air of the bar you were in becomes suddenly cold. The other patrons around you go silent as they notice a looming figure enter, his sharp eyes pointed directly at you. It is for good reason, however, as it is Eustass Kid and members of his crew that saunter in.

"Oh, hey babe!"

You exclaim, a smile on your face, but it does nothing to diminish the spark Kid feels in his chest. The man's hand was still on your face, and it fell limply to his side as he turned to you and then back at Kid. "W-Wait, he's your boyfriend?" He stammers out, shock and fear clear in his senses. "Captain and boyfriend, actually," you say. Satisfied that you are finally free of the man's touch, and finally receiving the respect you deserve.

When Kid finally approaches you, he is filled with a sudden envy that clouds his system and he does not know how to rid of it except with his anger. How dare another man touch your skin so carelessly? Just who does he think he is? Kid instantly steps in front of you, your words filling the air as he does.

"Oh, this is uh, I actually forgot his name, but he got me a drink see. Maybe let him down a bit easy babe-"

Kid growls under his breath at your words, as he stares intimidatingly at the man who looks like he's about to pass out right then and there. "Is that right?" The man's eyes are now wide as saucers but it does nothing to spare him as Kid summons a variety of metals and all of a sudden he is flung from the bar out the window.

The moment of silence only lingers for a second longer before those around you return to their respective conversations and keep their heads low to not attract the attention of your boyfriend. You, however, behold none of the fear they do and roll your eyes at him. "I had it under control, you know?" You say as you look up to his burning red eyes. A half-smirk enlightens his face as he leans down to capture your lips.

"I know doll, but no one gets to touch you like that."

- Katakuri -

Katakuri absolutely adored you. You were kind, compassionate, strong, caring, loving; everything he could ever want in a partner. Even those of the Charlotte Family and Big Mom Crew knew of your appealing qualities and grew fond of you. You just seemed to get along with everyone and your strength in battle made you respected even by Big Mom herself.

Almost everyone knew of your courtship with Katakuri, the two of you had grown up together and everyone had approved of your relationship. Scarcely anyone would come between the two of you, both because they knew of your loyalty and also because of their fear of what Katakuri would do if he found out.

However, the newcomer of Big Mom's crew just didn't seem to get the memo.

You, to Katakuri's displeasure, had the job of showing him around and telling him how everything worked on Whole Cake Island. It had taken from him much of the time the two of you would usually spend together, and he would be lying to say he did not miss you.

One day he had been observing, as usual, the events and occurrences that take place on Whole Cake Island, but his attention had been taken away by his favourite sound in the world: Your voice. Except it was directed at the man you had been showing around, and suddenly instead of the usual way in which he observed, he fought the urge to go down to you and bring you to his side instead.

"And that's it," you say looking to the man you had been showing around for just longer than a week now. "I think you'll get the hang of things pretty quickly. Just stay out of trouble."

You smile politely and go to leave, glad that your job is finally over as you can see Katakuri again. You had missed him. The newbie was okay, to say the least, but he was also young and you hoped his ego wouldn't get him under Big Mom's radar.

"Wait, where are you going in a hurry?"

You turn surprised to see that the man has placed a strong hand on your arm, looking at you with a wide smirk on his face. You force yourself not to frown at his boldness.

"I thought we had a good thing going." He speaks to you with a suggestive tint to his words. "Excuse me?" He grins further as though he thought you were just playing hard to get. "Come on, you spent all that time with me, I know you want something from me."

You roll your eyes at his words. "It was my job, and I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but I already have a boyfriend." He bites back a laugh as he meets your stern gaze on his. "Oh come on, who's-"

"She's with me."

You look up surprised to see your boyfriend approaching you, but his eyes are trained on where the man still holds your skin. The man, though seemingly oblivious, seems to get the hint and releases you of his hold.

"You? You can't be serious-"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

There is a deep silence as Katakuri pries you into his side and looks to the newcomer purposefully, a dangerous look lingering in his eyes. The man finally reads the air and bolts. Who wouldn't in the face of one of Big Mom's strongest Commanders?

In his prompt absence, he turns to you, a gentle hand underneath your face as he looks at you gently. "Are you okay, love?" You smile warmly as you lean into his touch and hum. "You know I had that all under control right?" Katakuri's eyes seem to spark at the reminder, but his fond gaze remains as he looks down at you.

"I know, I just wanted to remind him who you truly belong to."

[cheriecoke]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ safe haven — levi ackerman

summary: all you've ever wanted to do was take care of levi.

contents: fem!reader, established relationship, 18+ mdni, baths, fluff, soft!levi, light angst, takes place in early seasons, love, handjobs but the smut is very brief and not graphic — 2.1k

notes. i am so emotional about him

the bathroom door opens, cracks of light filtering through the shadowy space, causing beams to bounce off the soapy water. you don’t hear levi enter, but you feel him, just as you’ve always been able to.

he’s so silent, so careful as he steps, like he’s still expecting a titan to be around the corner at any moment, even when he’s home safe and sound. 

the door shuts, and the flash of yellow fades, the room glowing only by the few candles you have lit around the tub. 

levi says nothing, and you finally open your eyes, lazily trace your gaze across his frame, blurred by the grainy vision of darkness. he’s still wearing his uniform, the straps tight across his chest, though he’s already removing his cape, the emerald, billowing cloth resting loosely in his arms. 

there are swirls of dark colors on his face, deep scarlet cuts and blackened violet bruises. his hair falls over his forehead, thick strands stuck to his forehead from sweat and grime. the shadows under his eyes have only gotten worse, his cheekbones more prominent under his pale skin. 

“levi,” you say, in a voice that’s barely above a whisper, hesitant to break the peaceful silence. 

he glances over, severe blue eyes softening as they take in your relaxed form, glistening under the soapy water. your head rests on your forearms, and you gaze up at him from under wet lashes, the droplets of water sticking to each one. 

for a moment, he says nothing, contemplating as he gazes at you silently. then, he takes a step forward, kneels down to cup your cheek softly, a version of him no one else has ever seen emerging in the comfort of the darkness. 

you lean into his palm, his long, slender fingers rough and callused from all of the fighting. though there’s a comfort in that, in knowing that despite all he’s been through, all that the both of you have been through, you’ve made it home to one another. 

“sorry, the meeting ran late.” he says, studying you before tracing his thumb over your lips, watching the delicate skin bend with the pressure. “some people don’t know how to stop running their mouth.” 

you exhale a short breath, something akin to a laugh, and tug on his wrist, your hand soaking the sleeve of his white button-up. “come get in the bath with me.” 

levi makes a face at you, yanking his wrist loose from your grasp as he reclaims it for himself. “not after you’ve just washed off three days worth of grime. you’re sitting a tub of filth.”

“it’s clean, levi,” you sigh, sitting up so you can reach over the side of the tub for him once more. “i drew another bath, just for you.” 

a snort leaves him, but when he glances back over, he’s distracted by the droplets of water running over your chest, down the soft mounds of your exposed breasts. “i’m sure your intentions were nothing but pure,” levi remarks, but he’s already tugging at the leather straps that support the odm gear, unbuttoning his shirt. 

you laugh, and relax back into the tub as levi folds his clothes up neatly into a pile, despite needing to wash them later. his arms flex as he pulls at the straps of his boots, plains of corded muscles exposed from years of training. 

it’s stupid, really, that levi can’t see how beautiful he is, how he is a work of art, molded from the hands of gods. though they have treated him kindly in appearance, their generosity did not extend to other areas of his life. you try to remind him every day that he is loved, even if he is still uncomfortable about it, if he still shies away when you spout sappy, emotional words at him. 

levi dips a finger into the bath, testing the water, before he climbs in, the tension draining from his shoulders as he sinks into the tub. you’re upon him in an instance, maneuvering him so that he is between your softer thighs, his scarred, tense back on full display. 

“what are you doing?” levi asks, the words leaving him with a sigh as you trace his biceps, muscular and lean, a testament to the fact that levi is the strongest. 

“i’m washing your hair,” you say, but you focus instead on kissing his spine, dragging your fingertips across his hips. 

levi grabs your wrist, yanks hard, before his grip loosens. he twines his fingers with yours, peering over his shoulder so that your eyes meet.

“after all that work to get me naked, you won’t even let me kiss you.” 

you laugh, resting your forehead between his shoulder blades as he presses circles into your palm, relaxing the tendons. “you’ll get a kiss eventually.” 

levi huffs, but releases you, and lets you do as you please. you spill water over his head, the droplets running down the planes of his back, his dark hair turning an even deeper shade of black. 

as his breathing evens out, he grabs your knee under the water, lifting it so he can run a delicate touch down your calf. although, it’s soothing, distracting, you still manage to focus on massaging the soap into his scalp, the strands untangling as you run your hands through them. 

levi hums and leans further into you. it reminds you so much of a cat; he will always shirk away from affection, but he hate it even more when you stop giving it to him. 

you dig your fingers into the base of his skill, releasing the pressure there before massaging his shoulders. fists roam down his back, kneading out the muscles that so rarely get a break. the facade he puts on as captain of the survey corps fades away, and he becomes a softer version of himself, one who is still afraid to love but has always yearned for it even more. 

your hand drifts around him, around his waist, before you reach for his cock under the water, stroking it firmly as you rest your head on his shoulder. 

a stuttered exhale emerges from his chest. “what happened to pure motives?” he snorts, but his eyes flutter closed as you feel him grow harder in your palm.

you kiss his shoulder, up his neck, smiling against his skin. “i just can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

levi huffs out a sound of amusement, and though you can’t see his face, you don’t need to, to know that he is rolling his eyes. “you still haven’t let me give you a kiss,” he says, and you laugh into his back, feeling careless and happy and so full of love for the man who doesn’t let anyone treat him gently but you. 

“fine.” you sit straighter, lean forward so that your lips are the only thing levi sees when he turns his head. you curl them into a gentle smile, pucker them foolishly, but all of his attention is already on you. he craves you so deeply, he doesn’t bother to offer a snarky retort.

levi shifts into you, puffs of air leaving his lips before he kisses you, blue eyes a smokey color, grey with desire. he swipes his tongue along your mouth, tasting the soap that lingers on your skin, devouring you whole. while he kisses you, you stroke your hand up and down his cock, listening to the little sounds that leave his throat, the hoarseness that grows in his voice. 

it doesn’t take much to get levi to turn to putty in your hands; he hides his lust well, his devotion for you, but it is there nonetheless. perhaps he is a strong soldier, but he is a weak man when it comes to the affection of those who love him. 

“fuck,” levi mutters into your mouth, swallowing down his groans as you swipe a finger over his slit. he’s close, obviously so, and you run your other hand up his stomach, feel the ridges of his abdomen that are tense, even under the warm water. “feel so good,” he rasps, lazily kissing across your face. “you’re so pretty.” 

you smile, preening from the compliments that don’t come often, but are always so genuine. 

levi rests his forehead against yours and spills into your hand a moment later, his breathing off-kilter.

there is darkness in his stormy irises, but it clears around you, and that’s all you want, really; to be able to free levi of everything that plagues his mind, if only for a fleeting moment. 

he says your name, whispers it into lips that catch it, the word like honey in his deep voice. 

“hm?” you close you eyes, hearing the soft sounds of his breathing, the heart that beats beneath his ribcage. and it will continue to beat, until you can fight no longer, because you’ll never let a titan or anything else take him away from you.

levi cups your cheek once more, traces his thumb softly across the harsh bones. “you do know i love you… right?” 

the admission of affection catches you off guard. he’s said it before, but he uses it sparingly, and that’s always been okay with you. you know he is afraid of what might happen to you, and you know him too well to try and convince him otherwise. 

“i know. i’ve always know,” you say, kissing him again softly, his lips warm and plump. “you don’t have to tell me.” 

disbelief contorts his face, his dark eyebrows pinching together as he studies you. though you aren’t always the best at convincing him, you stroke his arm, massaging the muscles that are perpetually tense. it’s difficult to avoid the smattering of tender bruises that he can no longer hide under the military uniform. 

“i’m afraid i’m not good at showing it,” levi admits, and you soften, watching as uncertainty infiltrates his normally steadfast eyes. “but i hope—”

“levi,” you say, and you know the tenderness of it makes him cringe, but you can’t help it, not when your heart aches at every moment for the man before you. “just because you don’t show your love in the same way as me, doesn’t mean that i don’t feel it.” 

he stares, blinks once before nodding, letting the words seep into his soul. even though you know it won’t be the last time he admits his self-doubt, you don’t mind reassuring him. you’ll tell him as many times as it takes, repeat the words every moment you’re together for the rest of eternity, if only to make him realize how loved you feel by him. 

you lean back in the tub, your fingers wrinkled and pruned from sitting in the water for so long. but when you try to climb out, levi grabs you wrist once more, stops you with a gentle touch, and guides you back into him. 

his arms wrap around you tightly, nearly crushing your naked, warm bodies together with the force of his embrace. though he not one to let his vulnerabilities show, he still buries his head into your shoulder, lets you see how weary and broken down he has become. 

your nose digs into his dark, wet hair, the scent of shampoo lingering as you melt into him, hugging him back as closely. tension that you hadn’t realized you were hanging onto finally drains from your body, and you feel lighter than you have in days. as if your body has, at last, realized that you are no longer outside of the walls, and this is not a dream, but you truly are home, safe and sound. 

his fingers dig into your back, and you rest against him, never able to resist a moment wrapped up in his arms. 

levi sighs, dragging his nose across his neck. the water will turn cold soon, but you don’t mind. you’ll do whatever levi needs, wait here with him until you are both a shivering mess. 

“i’m glad you’re here,” levi says, just above a whisper as he kisses your collarbone. 

you smile. it’s not exactly another i love you, but you know that’s what he means.

[amywritesthings]

silver underground. | chapter 24

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Pairing: levi ackerman x f!reader (attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin) Word Count: 6.3k Summary: day 163 - continued.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI - explicit smut, resolved sexual tension, oral (f!receiving), nipple play, body worship, fingering, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, protected piv sex, angst, mentions of death, sensuality Credits: dividers by @saradika-graphics

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I feel... you.

The answer to your question you’ve been asking the moment you opened your eyes.

The clarity you’ve sought ever since you locked eyes with the captain of the Scouts.

I remember you.

Levi kisses you like he knows you, and the rest of the world ceases to exist.

His sturdy hands flutter in a flurry, touching every part of you like he wishes he could have it all.

Chilled palms cup your face, cradling your head as if it's the most precious thing they've ever touched, before sliding down your neck; to the slope of your shoulder, dipping down your sides — pulling you closer, closer, until you’re airborne.

You’re not afraid of falling.

Not with him.

Instinctually you jump, knowing he’ll catch you. 

Your thighs clench around his waist as one strong arm supports your weight, unwilling to compromise the position of his other hand. It remains on your cheek, cupping your face to hold your kisses steady.

As the man stumbles forward, you hear the abrupt slam of the wooden chair go flying across the room, skidding to its side on the floor. 

It’s loud.

(Surely someone downstairs will hear.)

Hange, Moblit, Erwin — in a best-case scenario, those who stayed behind will be the only privy to the commotion.

However, if the entire squad has returned from the forest...

Well, there's no mistaking the shuffles and slams coming from Captain Levi's room.

Fighting or fucking; the odds are fifty-fifty.

He doesn't seem to care.

Honestly?

Neither do you.

(Too much time wasted on open secrets.)

With immense control and strength, he slowly lowers you both to the bed. The bed frame creaks in its age under the weight, but the mattress feels soft compared to the forest floor you crashed into mere hours ago.

Your back touches the ivory sheets, engulfing you in the scent of him. Something uniquely Levi; crisp and impossibly clean with a musk that’s making your mouth water. 

You’ve smelled it in passing the few times he’s passed you at headquarters — always at arm’s length, no matter how close you try to get — but now it’s bound to stick to your body, your clothes —

The way it used to in the Underground. 

The way it used to in this very bed.

His kisses are messy yet precise, focused on the feel of your mouth against his. When you let out a shaken breath and whimper, overwhelmed by his reinvigorated passion, Levi outright groans. 

The same arm once holding you up snakes around from under your back to meet its twin cradling your face, keeping you in place.

(As if you’d ever wish to leave.)

“I’m sorry,” you whisper between kisses.

“Don’t,” he replies just as softly, tugging at your lower lip with his teeth. “Not now.”

“But—”

“I don’t want your damn apologies,” he sighs, traveling south to pepper your jawline with short, chaste kisses. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

When he senses your hesitance, he pumps the brakes on his kisses and raises his chin to look you in the eye. The storm in his eyes has darkened to a damn near black.

His button-down hangs off of his bony frame, giving you a view of the expanse of skin beneath.

“Nothing,” he repeats.

Like he knows you want to fight.

(The two of you know the language of violence so well, but you know one another better.)

The protests, the pleas, the endless stream of begging dies on your tongue the second his thumb grazes your lower lip with reverence.

Emotion flickers across his face, gone as fast as it came, before he dives back in for another kiss — slower this time, the push and pull deliberate with reassurance.

This.

This is what your lips should be doing, not apologizing.

The message is received loud and clear: you tilt your chin to meet him in every kiss, hands blindly raising to run through the soft strands of his black hair. He exhales through his nose, the hot breath tickling your skin.

For the longest time, it’s all you do.

Kiss.

One for every day spent apart.

One for every fight you’ve ever had.

One for every memory you’ve yet to recall.

The puzzle has a frame, yet there are still missing pieces, destroyed edges, that may never return. Maybe he’ll never make peace with it, but knowing you were a stone’s throw away from death surrenders that grief into confetti.

There will be new memories to make.

(As the keeper of your heart, you trust his recollection of the details you can no longer recount.)

This life won’t be perfect, it never has been from the beginning, but so long as you have this — have Levi — then nothing else matters.

“I can hear you thinking.”

The first part of that statement is muffled by a kiss, but he pulls away to check in during this languid, yearning make out session.

Levi squints down at you, lips pink from exertion.

“I’m not,” you lie.

His eyes narrow further. 

“Fine. I am.”

“About?”

“About how badly I want you.”

The blatant honesty dissolves that narrowness in seconds.

“About... how you—”

With the strength harnessed by adrenaline, you push on Levi’s chest, hard, until he’s flat on his back.

The bed creaks again when you crawl on top of him, straddling his hips while your hands plant themselves on the soft flesh of his wrists.

Down; you push down, pinning him underneath.

Levi doesn’t tense. He simply stares above, allowing you to do this.

“Want you,” you clarify, “yes.”

His throat bobs, but his expression stays cool. 

“Are you sure?”

“Do I look like I’m hesitating, Captain Levi?” you challenge, leaning down to hover over his face.

His hands leisurely flex under your hold, as if to relax them from their clenched state. 

For a moment, doubt creeps in.

Even if he’s confessed, there is still so much time unspoken for; so much to talk about, so much that you have missed.

Maybe it’s too much.

The grip on his wrists falters. “Unless if you don’t want—”

With inhuman strength, he uses the light hold you have on his wrists to push up, setting you off balance.

As you waver he quickly finds the upper hand, switching your positions once more so he can pin your wrists to the mattress beneath.

“Don’t even try to finish that sentence.”

To make his point, he drops his head to your neck and plants open-mouthed kisses against the column of your throat. You can’t help but make a strained noise of desire, eyes fluttering shut from ecstasy.

From this vantage point, you feel it — the sheer tension in his hold on your wrists, how desperately he resists clenching down, how gentle he aims to be when he glides both of your wrists from the sides of your face to over the crown of your head.

Levi doesn’t tremble, not like you. He remains as calculated as ever.

His lazy, methodical kisses trail up your neck to your jaw to your mouth. Both of his hands work to carefully connect your wrist in an x-formation. Once satisfied by your compliance, he slides one of his hands over both to latch on, pushing them down — yet still giving you plenty of room to escape if something doesn’t feel right.

(For the first time in over six months, everything feels perfectly in place.)

Panting against his mouth to catch your breath, a floating thought comes to mind once again.

So you speak. “Do you think the others—”

“I don’t care,” he interrupts, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You follow his lead, tilting your chin up to meet him. “I do not fucking care right now, James.”

His candidness earns him a gentle giggle, and you feel the slightest shift against your lips:

A smile of his own.

You tap his hip cascaded by the disheveled fabric of his white button-down with your knee.

“Then take this off.”

The kisses cease at your request — no, demand — and Levi pulls away enough to stare down into yours.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Those beautiful gray eyes, stormy with droplets of blue — you realize the deep hurt in your belly is a pang of loss.

You say it before you can regret holding it back.

"I missed you."

His expression smooths with how earnest you sound beneath him, before clearing his throat.

“Which part?” he asks, voice slightly strained from the efforts of holding back.

You blink twice. "Which part?"

"Of me, yeah."

Searching his face, you decide to play along.

“Are you going to get mad if I say all of you?”

His eyes narrow. “Lazy.”

The flatness of his joke earns a genuine belly laugh from you. 

Levi lets go of your wrists to sit up, nudging your legs apart so he can wriggle out of the way. You easily comply, careful to leave your boots hanging off of the bed when you widen your thighs.

Stepping away from the bed, he bends over first to remove both of your boots, then his own.

Any other time he’d have a conniption over the dirt, the grime, that you’ve brought into this bed.

(If there was one thing to remember about your past, it was that people from the Underground City could still be just as clean as anyone else. So much time spent cleaning the endless grit from under your nails; an impossible feat.)

Even if dirt was a sin, apparently you were not.

He doesn’t even blink at the specs that may very well still be in your hair.

Instead he’s focused on watching your face as he unfastens the harness at his sternum, shrugging out of his own leather straps. Tossed carelessly to the floor, he rips off his dirtied cravat and ODM gear skirt next.

Pressing a knee into the mattress, he rejoins you on the bed to reach for your chest.

He hesitates, throat bobbing with fleeting uncertainty before he begins to slip the leather through its loop.

“Sit up for me.”

You acquiesce, sore muscles protesting the movement as you prop yourself up on your elbows.

He’s softer with his movements when it comes to your uniform, pulling it apart piece by piece, as if afraid one false move will ruin this dream.

It’s not a dream, you want to tell him. I’m right here. I’ve always been right here. I won’t be going anywhere ever again.

You don’t.

Can’t, not when you’re so mesmerized by the way he pauses at the first button of your shirt.

For a short moment he meets your gaze, studying it, before nodding once.

One by one, deft fingers unbutton your shirt until it’s hanging from your frame, revealing a chest band. All of the air rushes from his lungs in one swift woosh, until you realize—

The scars.

Shit.

The dreamy spell is broken, and soon you find yourself scrambling for something that will quell any negative emotion bubbling in his belly at the sheer sight of your body.

A part of you wants to cover up, act coy and switch roles —

But clever Levi, forever two steps ahead, dives right in to kiss the one of the many healing scars littering your body after the fall — the jagged line just above your left breast — with such fierce devotion that the gesture nearly knocks the damn wind of your lungs.

“Beautiful.”

The murmur is tattooed into your skin, invisible to the wandering eye.

“So—”

He unsnaps the bind.

“—fucking—”

Like a feral animal, his hand tugs once, twice, until it gives and unravels.

“—beautiful.”

Levi forgets himself when his eyes meet your breasts, and you see the way his pupils damn near dilate at the sight.

His lips part, slick from the way he licks between them, before he exhales one single curse like it's a prayer.

“Fuck.”

You stay perfectly still on your elbows, perched on an incline in his bed.

At a loss for words as he stares at your torso like it’s a work of art, your heart hammers in your chest as you telepathically plead with him to simply do whatever he wishes.

Anything he desires, so long as he moves.

Your voice dissolves to a whimper.

“Levi—”

“Can I?”

“Please.”

His own voice crackles like a spark readying a flame. You want to feel him, separated by the absence of muscle memory; to have his hands, his lips, scorched on your skin forevermore.

Levi gives into temptation and kisses south, his nose tracing in a straight line until both hands hold your breasts.

Hot sighs heavily flutter across your skin before those very lips kiss the rising bud they’d been seeking, causing your back to arch clear off of the bed. You whine, trying desperately to stay quiet.

Levi’s too busy worshipping the nipple in his mouth to chastise you for the sound.

His tongue swirls to harden it faster while his other hand massages the other breast, his calloused thumb rolling in the same direction.

Your nails dig into the sheets, anchoring your hands from clawing up his back.

“Levi.”

He hums around your nipple as his answer, its tone dismissive.

When you’re brave enough to open your eyes, you see that his eyes are completely closed — softened in an otherworldly ecstasy at the sheer feel of your body against his.

The sight shoots a dizzying amount of arousal to your belly.

When he switches it up and sucks, those eyes lazily open to stare up at you: a challenge to let him stay like this, to never leave.

He wouldn’t have to ask twice.

If this was your entire night, with Levi’s mouth on your chest while he lives in the memories of you old and new, then you’re inclined to say that there are worse ways to spend your time.

(No, you’re happy to say like this forever.)

Except a chill passes over your pampered breast as Levi kisses across it, abandoning your nipple to trail to the other side — 

Fuck.

“You’re going to kill me,” you rasp, too worked up to care if you sound wrecked.

“Won’t,” is all he replies as he dives back in, worshipping your body.

“Will,” you grit, trying your damnedest not to cry out from just how good it feels.

With one final kiss to your nipple, Levi detaches with mercy to shrug the pesky white button-down off of his shoulders.

The fabric joins the mounting pile of clothes on the floor, but his hands hesitate when they touch his belt.

His eyes notably flicker to your belt — a pause.

Deciding.

If it’s too soon—

If it’s too much —

No, you want to cry out. It’s not enough.

The words die on your tongue, possessed by the ghost that’s plagued your mind for months.

Instead you take action: sitting up on the bed, overly eager fingers tremble as they begin to unbuckle his belt, working at the leather straps crisscrossing his thighs and calves. 

“James.”

His voice is dying on his tongue; a singular syllable of surprise.

“Let me.”

You notice the way his abdomen tenses at your words as you tug the first belt from its loops.

“Are you s—”

“I said,” you slowly repeat, moving closer to kiss the trail of dark hair peppering just under his belly button. Levi exhales like he’s been punched. “Let. Me.”

Punctuating each word to show your seriousness, your eyes meet as he stares below.

Inch by inch, you press slow, meaningful kisses in his skin — first to the left, curving towards his hip. 

Your hands push down the trousers of his uniform pants, using the strength to drag the leather straps wrapping around his legs to fall with them.

Levi stands before you in merely white briefs, and there’s no hiding the immense arousal straining against the thin fabric.

The sight causes your breath to simply evaporate from your lungs, unable to stop staring.

From your peripheral you see the hand at his side flex then snatch into a fist to combat the desire to touch you.

He must feel guilt.

He must be so terrified that this moment will simply evaporate like the rest of your memories.

That you may have woken up, yes, but you can still fall back asleep.

You refuse.

“You can touch me,” you murmur into his skin, and Levi’s throat bobs. 

When he doesn’t move, you take the first at his side and systematically uncurl every finger.

He lets you.

Slowly, calculated, you raise his hand until it’s running over the crown of your head. His nostrils flare as he takes control, abandoning the guide of your hand to cup the side of your face.

A gentle thumb smears across your lower lip in reverence.

“I won’t break,” you tell him, knowing he’ll protest. Your voice drops to a hush. “I won’t.”

“I know,” is all he can reply — then your back hits the bed again, and he drops to his knees at the edge of the bed.

Levi disappears from your immediate line of sight, but you feel pressure on your hips: inch by inch, he’s undone the belt and buttons and yanked your uniform down your thighs, your knees, until they’re hanging at your ankles.

Oh.

One by one, he slips your feet from the pants and uses your ankles to widen your knees, bearing you to him at eye-level in just your white cotton underwear.

“Shit.” 

A feeble gasp escapes when his lips start at your left foot. 

You can’t see him, only feel him — he presses a tender kiss to your ankle then another just above it, creating a careful line up to your calf. His fingers gingerly curl around it to keep you steady as he ascends with his lips touching every single inch he can.

When he reaches your knee, you see it: the darkness in his gaze, how stormy his eyes have become, while making direct contact with you.

“Levi,” you moan, refusing to look away as he makes a point to stare at you while he nudges your left thigh further out to keep kissing it.

Stay awake.

Don’t forget this.

Don’t ever forget this again.

“Can I?” he asks, and you nearly miss the question in your intoxicated, aroused state.

You know.

You know exactly what he’s asking to do.

There’s no chance in hell you’d ever say no.

Wordlessly you nod, but Levi’s tongue darts out to taste the skin of your inner thigh. “Say it.”

(Fuck, when did he get so demanding?)

“Yes,” you exhale. “Yes, I want this. Want you.”

He doesn’t answer with words — a mere wanting growl takes their place.

Raven-black hair tickles your bare skin as he shifts, and strong arms drop to your rope under your knees.

With one swift tug, he drags you directly against his face, and the world becomes a myriad of brilliant colors.

Even if it’s a mere kiss to the cloth of your dampened underwear, you whine from the sheer desire flooding through your veins.

Maybe in another life, you would have teased him for his eagerness.

Maybe before the fall, you would have made him work for it, asked him to crawl to you, to beg.

Not this time.

You don’t have time to be coy, not when it’s been so long.

The tip of his tongue sensually drags up the center of your underwear, the slowness obscene. Your head slams back into the mattress with a soundless cry. 

The hot puffs of his breath tickle your inner thighs as he continues to swirl his tongue against the final barrier between you and his mouth.

“Please,” you beg, throwing all dignity to the wind.

He doesn’t seem to hear you.

Levi’s hands grip your hips firmly, keeping you in place as he continues to gather the taste of you on your panties.

When you have the courage to watch him again, you see that his eyes are closed.

Like he’s found some kind of paradise right here.

With you.

“Levi,” you whimper louder, voice terribly shattered, “Levi, Levi, please—”

His moans against your clothed clit damn near scrambles your brain.

Finally ending your torture, he pulls away to tug your soaked underwear down your thighs, your knees, until they drop to the floor of their own volition.

“Been dreaming of this,” he finally states, his voice several octaves lower and cracked. “The goddamn taste of you—”

He cuts himself off when he runs his thumbs down your folds, parting them with his thumbs.

If you weren’t so eager, then maybe you’d be embarrassed by how wet you were.

Dripping, really, from the way he worshipped your chest only minutes ago.

You almost scream when he dives in and kisses your clit, before his tongue languidly glides against it. By some miracle, you don’t.

His thumbs leave you in favor of holding open your legs for him as he feasts, refusing to allow them to close from the shock of the forgotten sensation.

With one hand grabbing the pillow above your head while the other threads through his hair, you’re unable to take your eyes away from how thoroughly he eats you out.

“Oh fuck,” you whisper, and the vibrations of his groans of agreeance damn near take you out.

The captain’s tongue explores every atom of you as if it has navigated this journey more times than he can count; as if he knows you better than you know yourself.

Because a part of you can remember —

The things you like.

The things you don’t like.

The hazy desires that plague heated dreams at night.

Yet Levi reaffirms them, teaches your body language right back to you, as his eyes lift from his task to yours to watch you watching him devour you whole.

Mesmerized, you stare back.

His lips close around your clit and suck as if to challenge you to look away, but all you can do is tense your abdomen and moan, louder this time, while your eyes flutter.

Stay open.

Don’t ever forget.

Lips parted with shaken breath, you witness this man mercilessly pleasures you.

Stares, so he knows that you’re still taken by him.

Worships, so he can remember what it’s like to finally have you in his bed after so many months apart.

It won’t take long to fall clear over the edge.

Not at this rate.

But you don’t want it to be over.

“Wait,” you whisper, “wait, I’m almost — I want you in—”

The second syllable of that word is lost in a sharp cry to the ceiling when he abandons solely sucking on your clit to focus instead on flickering side to side, rapidly, ensuring you’ll come no matter how badly you want to fall into bliss alongside him.

There’s no chance you can stave it off.

Your climax, a damn near year in the making, approaches like a bursting star.

“Levi—” you breathe, higher pitched than usual. “Levi, Levi, Le—”

You can’t finish the next syllable before you're surging off of the mattress, and he shoves you down against it by the hips so you don’t hurt yourself.

The world morphs and shapes into brilliant bright colors in the back of your skull as you come, and you do your damnedest not to shout.

As soon as your moan reaches its peak, your hand manages to smack against your mouth, muffling the strained screech.

His tongue slows down, instead focused on leisurely catching your essence with his mouth.

Greedily collecting every last drop.

So he doesn’t have to dream anymore, you realize.

So he never goes without again.

Panting heavily, your chest rises and falls rapidly as you try to remember which way is up.

“Holy shit.”

That doesn’t even begin to describe how otherworldly you feel at this moment.

“Levi…”

When you finally open your eyes, you see him resting his cheek against the inside of your thigh, nose and mouth glistening with the essence of you.

You’re not sure who is more satisfied.

“You okay?” he asks, softly this time.

Hardly a whisper.

You nod wordlessly, but hold your hand out for him. “Please?”

“Please what?”

“Let me have you.”

A storm flashes across his expression as he stands from the floor, his knee coming to rest on the edge of the mattress.

You can tell he isn’t putting his whole weight on it, avoiding the creaking of the bed frame as he contemplates.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, his fingertips running up and down your thigh absently.

“Why?”

“Because it’s been a while.”

The wandering fingers travel up, toying with the mess between your legs. Your hips jerk from oversensitivity, and a ghost of a smug smile passes across his lips.

“And I’m not rushing this.”

“Why?” you repeat, this time in a whine.

“Like I said—”

He begins, testing the give of your entrance as his middle finger pushes its tip into you.

You sharply gasp, forcing him to instantly stop. Those gray eyes flicker to your face.

“—it’s been a while.”

“I don’t care,” you state. “I can take it.”

“Well I do, so deal with it.”

There.

That commanding tone reserved for his position as captain pokes through, and it shoots straight to your lower belly.

Rocking your hips to try and force more of his finger into you, you shake your head wildly.

“You do realize that the more —”

His fingertip eases out, causing you to cry out in frustration. “Shh.”

There’s only so much sanity left in your body to plead your case.

“It — ah — the more time we spend away from the others downstairs—”

“As much as I like hearing you talk,” he reassures, voice dropping to a husk of its former self, “I really don’t want to discuss the whereabouts of anyone else when I could have my fingers inside you instead.”

Then that same finger suddenly pushes.

One knuckle.

Two.

Your head drops back when he buries his middle finger into you, unapologetic.

His free palm drops to the side of your head as he hovers over you, easing you to relax as he pushes one finger in and out.

The fringe of his black hair falls over his eyes, his face flushed with inexplicable lust.

“Do you remember our rule?”

Do you really expect me to think straight now? is what you want to say.

Instead you keep your eyes on him as he fucks you on one finger, too tight yet not nearly enough. You maintain eye contact, scrambling for an answer.

“With what?”

When his finger curls, you have to bite your tongue not to shriek.

“C’mon, James,” he purrs, the heel of his palm rubbing against your clit, “what’s my rule for you?”

Rules.

Rules, rules, rules—

Then it clicks, the puzzle piece unearthed deep from your psyche.

“Three,” you weakly whimper, realizing just what’s about to happen.

When we had our own place—

He nudges his index finger beside his middle finger, opening you up more.

You widen your legs with little shame, sinking into the sheets as this man thoroughly takes you apart in his captain’s bed.

—I always said I’d give you three.

“Think you can give me it?” he asks with feigned confidence.

You know what he’s really asking:

Is this too much?

Am I moving too fast?

Would this be taking advantage too soon?

The opposite; what he’s doing isn’t enough, because you know what you want.

You need to give him what he wants first before you reach your goal.

Belatedly, you nod emphatically.

“Good,” is all he replies in that baritone voice of his, before dropping down to kiss you when he curls his fingers again, relentlessly fucking you.

The kiss is maddening. Searing. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you try to keep up with the messy press of lips, all too eager to indulge in what it means to feel alive.

This.

This is what home feels like.

You never had to build it with nails and wood and insulation.

It was always in the person hovering above you, working you open with a sneaky third finger that causes a pathetic strangled moan to die on your lips the second his tongue dips into your mouth.

Relentless.

You’re so far gone that you don’t even realize you’ve already come a second time.

It’s Levi who pulls back, looking down at his hand as he keeps curling his fingers into you.

“Shit, already? Can feel you getting tighter– Fuck, James.”

Shaking from the less intense but no less amazing orgasm, you come silently on his hand as you melt into the sheets.

Stars blur your vision like the first snow of a winter.

Weightless.

Watching Levi pull his fingers out of you to immediately put them into his mouth, licking each digit clean, is an out of body experience.

Nothing to waste, nothing to lose — he relishes in the taste lingering on his tongue before you leisurely nudge him with your knee.

He’s still wearing his underwear, but his cock is practically ready to burst through the fabric. His hardness looks painful, the flush of his skin prominent against the ivory cotton.

“...do we still have condoms?”

Your voice is faint, an exhale at best.

His eyes widen briefly before his jaw clenches, and his hair flutters as he nods.

“Yeah. They… should be expiring in about two months.”

“But not right now.”

Levi considers your inquiry, searching your face. “Not right now, no.”

A moment of content silence passes, his eyes glued to yours.

You want to reassure him that you’re more than ready, that it’s been too fucking long since you’ve had him, that you need this more than anything you’ve ever needed in your life.

You can’t.

All you can do is beg, as you have this whole day.

“Please?”

His head drops in defeat, shoulders slumping.

All of the air leaves his lungs as he leaves your side to rummage in the nightstand by his bed, and you can see it clear as day on the hand that is still pressed to the mattress:

He’s trembling.

Sitting up on your elbow, you reach to gently place your palm over it. His attention whips back to you, first staring at your joined hands before looking back at you.

“Are you sure?” the captain asks, looking for complete and utter consent.

You open your mouth to respond, but Levi curls his fist over the condom foil and sits up taller.

His hand lifts the two of your hands together, switching their positions so your palm ends up on his cheek.

In a tender moment, his lips press a chaste kiss to its center.

“We can wait if it’s too much.”

You shake your head wildly. “It’s not too much.”

“You only just—”

“Levi.”

Exasperated, you crawl around him to slowly hike your bare leg over his hip.

Hovering over his lap, his eyes round when you snap the waistband of his briefs between pinched fingers. Instinctively his hand reaches to steady your bare hip.

“I know you have every good reason to worry that I could change my mind. That I could forget.”

He flinches, if only for a fraction of a second.

“But I never left you. I never stopped wanting to be near you. I never…”

Trailing off, you realize.

The words are right there on your tongue.

The image flashes through your mind: two kids just barely making sense of this cruel world, tangled together, when his whispered words tickled the shell of your ear.

Words that would change your life forever.

“I never stopped loving you.”

With a single blink, the lines on Levi’s weary face soften.

The captain’s throat bobs, swallowing the emotions that come with your confession. 

He speaks with a conviction unlike anything you’ve ever heard.

“...I never stopped loving you, too.”

Joy blossoms in the center of your chest as you lean in, capturing his lips in a kiss that seals the promise of forever. He kisses back just as eagerly, his hands leaving your body to push his underwear hastily down his hips. 

You hear the tear of a wrapper foil, feel the shuffling of his hands between your bodies, before lining up the tip of himself against your entrance.

You both stop.

Testing the give with a gentle nudge, you both let out a gut-punch exhale.

“Want you to set the pace,” he states against your lips, trying his damnedest to keep his voice from shaking. “Take whatever you want from me. It’s always been yours.”

Yours.

Nose to nose, you allow him to hold his hard and eager cock steady as you wrap your hand around the back of his neck for an anchor.

Levi lets out a shaken breath when you begin to sink, face flushed with sweat and arousal.

No going back.

(You never want to leave again.)

Inch by inch, you ease yourself onto Levi’s cock. Your eyelids flutter from the sheer ecstasy of finally, finally, having him inside you again.

The captain seated beneath you is oh, so focused, nostrils flared as he bites back a heavy groan.

Although it takes baby steps to get there — you rock your hips and fuck the tip of him, your body slowly relaxing enough to take up more of him — you eventually end up seated with your legs wrapped around his waist.

Levi instinctively curls a strong arm around your waist to keep you in place, looking utterly wrecked as he fully submits to your will. His brows are screwed tightly together, eyes struggling to stay open — to watch.

So you watch him, too.

When you lift yourself off of his cock and drag back down to the hilt, you both groan in harmony.

You can’t help it.

A smile bursts on your lips, stretched wide.

This.

This is where you’ve longed to be.

You roll your hips and ride your captain with reverence.

The room reverberates with the sound of skin against skin, your moans and his grunts, the squeak of a well-worn mattress on an ancient wooden frame.

To hell with subtly.

You don’t care who hears downstairs.

Once he has his own emotions under control, Levi memorizes your pace and begins to buck up in a thrust from below.

You gasp, and you see it: he smirks, his own confidence gaining on him.

“That’s my girl,” he groans, his words as finite as ash. “Fuck, there she is.”

The praise has your blood singing, burning, as you bounce on his cock with an urgency to bring him to his long-awaited climax — and your third. 

“I love you,” you tell him, earning a bitten-off grunt for him.

“Fuck, don’t,” he begs as he matches your pace, bringing himself deeper. “I’ll cum so fast.”

“Maybe I want that,” you tease.

“James,” he warns, pinching your nipple as punishment.

You can’t help but cry out, head dropping back. Levi takes the golden opportunity to lean in, kissing the column of your neck to mask his own needy moans.

The fingers once rolling your nipple as you ride him glide down your belly until they catch your clit, causing you to collapse into his chest. You whimper, and you can hear the utter filth against your ear as Levi picks up the pace.

“Love you.” You clench around him, causing him to hiss. “Shit, I love you so goddamn much. Feel so fucking good.”

“Levi—”

“I got you,” he promises, holding you up as he pounds into you from below. “Won’t let you fall. Gonna make me cum so hard, s’like you were made for me — fuck…”

He loses his train of thought as his fingers rub your clit in furious circles, desperate to get you to the same edge where he hovers.

Over and over you moan out his name, unable to even think straight as pleasure succumbs and fills every vein in your body.

From the way his rhythm is faltering, you know:

He’s close.

You’re not very far behind.

“I love you,” you tell him one more time under your breath, unable to say anything else beyond that and broken variations of his name.

His thrusts become more urgent as he answers between clenched teeth.

“I love you, too.”

“Let go.” 

You wrap your arms around his body to hold him close. 

“I’ll catch you, just let go.”

For what it’s worth, he holds on for a few seconds more. 

He gives you the performance of a lifetime as he thrusts up into you, running after his orgasm with a desperation reserved for you and you alone.

Then you feel it.

Levi grabs the back of your head and slams his lips to yours in one final, devastating kiss before you abruptly come around him.

Your muscles spasm and clamp down around him, milking him for all he’s worth before he’s moaning loudly against your mouth. 

He’s forced to fall off the deep end with you, coming inside you. 

You leisurely ride him through your joined orgasms until his hand comes to your hip, stilling your movements.

Eventually the fingers at your clit still, pressing against it to feel its erratic heart beat.

Forehead to forehead, the two of you stay here, catching your breath—

Refusing to part.

.

Author's Note:

taylor swift vc: it's been a long time coming...

If you've been around my blog for the last several months, then you know I got hit with the author curse (seasonal depression kicked my ass, my day job issued an RTO mandate, I was sick a few times, I have a surgery in late February) so the creative juices were not there. Apologies (and the biggest thanks!) to all who have been waiting so very patiently. To readers old and new, I am so grateful for your reblogs, comments, and inbox messages.

So I ask, after five long months away from you: how are we doing, Jevi Nation?

[charlotte-84]

Stitching

The first time you stitched Levi Ackerman up, he glared at you like you'd personally offended him.

"This is unnecessary," his voice was as sharp as the needle in your hand.

"Really? Because the gash on your arm says otherwise," you didn't bother looking up as you tightened the suture. He scoffed but didn't pull away. That was the only permission you needed.

Levi had a bad habit of brushing off injuries. Being Humanity's Strongest meant that basic self-preservation didn't apply to him. If a wound wasn't outright killing him, he ignored it. This meant that you, as one of the few medics brave enough to stand up to him, spent an unfortunate amount of time stitching him back together.

And it never got easier.

Not because of the wounds themselves — you could handle those in your sleep. But because Levi Ackerman, despite his constant scowling, his clipped words, and his general aura of "stay the hell away from me," had the most unfairly attractive hands. Which was a ridiculous thing to notice.

But you did.

Every single time you treated him, you couldn't help but glance at them. The contrast between his strength and the way he kept them clean, his precise movements, the way his fingers curled slightly when he was trying to keep still.

You shook the thought away and finished the final stitch, "All done, Captain. Try not to rip them open again in the next twenty-four hours."

"Tch. No promises,” typical.

A week later, Levi showed up in the infirmary, uninjured but suspiciously hovering. You arched an eyebrow, "I don't see any gaping wounds on you. Did you finally learn the meaning of caution?"

Levi's expression didn't change, but his fingers flexed at his side as if suppressing the urge to cross his arms, "I need you to teach me.

You blinked, "Teach you... what?"

His jaw tightened, “Stitching.”

You stared at him for a full five seconds before bursting into laughter, "you? Want to learn suture?"

Levi's glare intensified, “Is that funny to you?"

"A little,” he huffed and looked away.

"Tch. Never mind."

You bit back your grin, "Wait, wait, hold on. I'm just surprised. Why the sudden interest?"

Levi was quiet for a moment. Then, almost reluctantly, he muttered, "If we lose a medic in the field, someone else should be able to handle wounds.” The words were practical and logical, but you caught something else in them.

If we lose you.

Warmth bloomed in your chest, but you kept your expression neutral, “All right, Captain. I'll teach you." He gave a short nod, but his ears were slightly pink.

Training Levi was... an experience. You had expected him to be competent — he was Levi Ackerman, after all. But he was almost annoyingly good. His hands were steady, his technique precise, his focus absolute.

You had never seen someone pick up sutures so quickly. Except —

"Too much pressure," you murmured, standing behind the guy, slightly leaning forward so that your chest almost touched his back and your cheek almost touched his.

Your hands gently guide both of his, reaching out to adjust his grip on the needle, showing how to maneuver such a delicate operation for him, and a simple one for you.

"You're strangling it,” Levi's hands twitched under yours, but he didn't pull away. You guided his fingers into a gentler hold, your hand lingering just a second longer than necessary.

"Better," you said softly. Levi didn't respond immediately, but you could feel the tension in his posture.

Then, barely audible, he muttered, "Your hands are warm," your breath hitched.

Did Levi Ackerman just —

You glanced up, but his eyes were fixed on the practice dummy. A little too intently. You swallowed a smile, "Yours are steady."

Something flickered across his expression, but he just hummed in acknowledgment.

You didn't comment on how his grip remained exactly where you placed it.

A month later, you found yourself in the field, wounded and short on medics. Blood dripped down your arm, your vision wavered, and for the first time, you understood why Levi wanted to learn.

Then, suddenly, he was there, "Knew I'd need to use this sooner or later,” Levi muttered, kneeling beside you. You blinked up at him.

"Captain?"

"Be quiet,” his voice was gruff, but his hands were gentle as he pulled out a suture kit. You were too exhausted to argue. Instead, you watched as Levi threaded the needle, his movements precise and practiced. He worked quickly but carefully, just as you'd taught him.

Your lips curved into a weak smile, "Look at you, applying yourself."

"Tch. Don't get used to it."

You chuckled, then winced as he tied the last stitch. Levi exhaled sharply. "Idiot,” he muttered, but there was no heat in his words. Only something softer, something quieter. You felt the warmth of his hands linger on your skin even after he pulled away.

And maybe, just maybe, you'd find an excuse to let him practice again. Just for the sake of training, of course. Right?

Masterlist !¡

[lyrastark94]

FRIENDS? - LEVI ACKERMAN

Synopsis: Y/N is Erwin’s younger sister, new to the Scouts, and she’s determined to make Levi her friend, even if the odds (and everyone around her) are against it.

Hope you like it!

---

The wind on the top of the Wall was sharp and loud, howling through the Scout Regiment’s outpost like it had something to prove. You’d only been here a week and already regretted bringing so few scarves.

“Y/N,” Erwin’s voice cut through the air like the wind wasn’t even there, deep and steady, “whatever you do, don’t get involved with him.”

You blinked, glancing up from your half-laced boot. “With who?”

He didn’t answer right away, just tilted his head toward the edge of the courtyard where three new recruits stood: a tall boy with messy hair and a calm face, a girl with a scar under her left eye and a wild laugh, and in the middle—short, arms crossed, and eyes like sharpened obsidian—Levi Ackerman.

The infamous thug from the Underground.

“That’s Levi,” Erwin said. “Keep your distance. He’s… complicated.”

You snorted. “You’re literally the one who brought him into the Scouts.”

“Yes. And I don’t need my little sister turning it into a social experiment.”

But it was already too late. Your eyes had caught on Levi’s like a bad habit. He looked at you once and turned away just as quickly, completely unimpressed.

Rude.

You liked a challenge.

---

A few days later, you found your opening in the form of Isabel.

She was loud, fast-talking, and absolutely loved your hair.

“Oh my god, it’s so soft! Do you condition it in Wall Rose or something? Because this doesn’t feel like Wall Sina water, you know?”

You laughed, letting her play with the ends. Farlan, who’d been standing nearby, shook his head fondly.

“Don’t let her touch your things. She’ll braid your horse’s tail if you let her.”

“I’d braid yours too, Farlan,” Isabel shot back. “He has nice hair, don’t you think, Y/N?”

“I think I want to braid Levi’s,” you grinned.

Both Isabel and Farlan froze.

Farlan blinked. “You... want to what?”

��Talk to him,” you said innocently. “Make friends.”

Isabel snorted. “Good luck. He barely talks to us and we’ve known him forever.”

“You say that like it’s a challenge.”

Farlan raised a brow. “You’re Erwin’s sister, huh?”

You nodded, proudly.

He winced. “Yeah, Levi’s not gonna like that.”

---

Later that night, after a rough training session and a mild scolding from Hange for turning a vertical maneuver lesson into a competition with Isabel, you spotted Levi sitting on a barrel near the stables, sharpening one of his blades. Alone.

Perfect.

You straightened your uniform, smoothed your hair back, and walked over.

“Hi.”

He didn’t look up.

“Your boots are clean,” you said.

He stopped sharpening and finally met your gaze. His eyes were unreadable.

“That’s the first thing you say to someone? ‘Your boots are clean’?”

You shrugged. “It’s a compliment. Sort of.”

He stared at you a second longer, then went back to his blade.

You stood there. And stood. And stood.

Finally, his voice came again, flat and quiet. “You can leave now.”

You blinked. “But I just got here.”

“And I didn’t ask you to.”

Rude again.

You walked off, cheeks hot, just in time to almost collide with Mike Zacharias.

“Oh—sorry—Mike!” you laughed nervously.

He narrowed his eyes, sniffed the air, and then looked back toward the stables. “Were you talking to him?”

“Maybe.”

He didn’t say anything else. Just shook his head and walked off muttering something about “reckless siblings” and “stabby little criminals.”

This wasn’t going to be easy.

But you were determined.

If you could get Isabel to let you do her hair, and Farlan to teach you card tricks, then Levi Ackerman was only a matter of time.

Right?

---

“You’ve got that look,” Mike grunted, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall outside the mess hall.

You blinked up at him, holding two bread rolls and a stolen apple. “What look?”

He sniffed. “The ‘I’m about to make a terrible decision’ look. Looks a lot like the one Erwin gets when he's planning something insane.”

“I’m just bringing lunch,” you muttered, stepping past him.

“To Levi,” Mike said, flatly.

You froze.

Mike raised an eyebrow, slowly.

“I’m just—he barely eats. Isabel said—”

“Isabel's dead.”

The words fell like bricks.

You stood there, the rolls now heavy in your hands.

You hadn’t heard him come up behind you, but Erwin’s voice was colder than the wind.

“She was reckless,” Erwin said quietly. “And now she’s gone. Farlan too. Don’t make the mistake of thinking he wants to talk to you.”

You swallowed. “Maybe he doesn’t want to. But I do.”

Erwin’s jaw clenched. “He’s dangerous right now, Y/N. Grief doesn’t make people softer.”

“I’m not asking him to be soft,” you said, voice a little sharper. “I just don’t want him to be alone.”

Neither of them said anything. So you walked off.

---

Levi hadn’t spoken to anyone since the expedition.

Isabel had died screaming. Farlan too. You hadn’t been there—not in the same squad—but you’d heard the stories. It had been terrible.

But Levi—

Levi didn’t shed a tear. Didn’t yell. Didn’t eat. Just existed. Like a shadow.

You found him in the old storage wing of HQ, surrounded by crates of supplies. He was sitting on the floor, head back against the wall, cloak dirty and tattered.

You sat beside him without a word.

He didn’t look at you.

You placed the roll between you both. He didn’t reach for it.

Silence.

Then—

“I told them not to go ahead,” Levi murmured. “Told them to wait. But they thought they could help.”

Your heart cracked.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “They were my friends too.”

He laughed. But it was bitter, hollow. “You knew them a month.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Another silence. Then, softly:

“They were all I had.”

You turned toward him. “Then let me be something.”

Levi looked at you—really looked—and for the first time, you saw something in his eyes that wasn’t ice.

It was pain.

It was fury.

It was guilt.

But it was alive.

“I don’t want your pity.”

“It’s not pity.”

“Then what is it?”

You hesitated. “It’s me. Just… caring.”

He stared at you. Then looked away. But he didn’t tell you to leave.

He didn’t say anything when you leaned your shoulder gently against his.

And when his hand twitched slightly, just slightly, closer to yours on the cold floor, you didn’t move away.

---

Back in the main hall, Erwin stood at the window, arms crossed, watching the snow start to fall.

Mike approached, silent as always.

“She’s still with him,” he said after a while.

Erwin nodded once. “Yeah.”

Mike sniffed the air. “He doesn’t hate her.”

“No,” Erwin said quietly. “That might be the problem.”

---

It started with silence.

Then sharing meals.

Then training side by side.

And now, it was this.

Levi stood behind you, hands loosely behind his back as you adjusted your grip on the twin blades. The sun had barely risen, but the two of you had been on the training field for an hour already. He didn’t speak much during these early mornings, but you knew when he was watching you—his eyes were like a scalpel, dissecting every movement.

“You’re dropping your left shoulder again,” he said quietly, stepping closer.

You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile. “Good morning to you too.”

“You’re going to get yourself killed if you don’t fix it.”

“You could just say ‘nice try,’ y’know.”

He stepped around you and reached out—hesitating for a second before his fingers lightly pressed your shoulder back into place.

“You rely too much on instinct,” he said. “Start using your brain.”

“I am using my brain,” you muttered. “That’s how I knew coming out here with you was a terrible idea.”

Levi smirked.

That was new. The smirking.

It had been eight months since the mission. Eight months since Isabel and Farlan died. Eight months since you started sitting next to Levi at dinner, joining his early patrols, dragging him into conversations he didn’t ask for, and refusing to leave when he glared.

And he stopped glaring.

He started teaching.

And eventually, listening.

Sometimes, after the rest of the squad had gone to bed, you’d sit across from him in the candlelight, knees pulled to your chest, listening to him talk—really talk. Not about feelings (he wasn’t wired for that), but about the world below, about Farlan’s obsession with poker, about Isabel’s snoring. About how the Underground stank like damp stone and regret.

You started opening up too. About Erwin. About how suffocating it was being “the little sister.” About the pressure of legacy. About how badly you wanted to prove yourself—not just to the Scouts, but to yourself.

And through it all, Levi listened.

He didn’t always reply, but he never walked away.

That was more than enough.

---

Of course, not everyone was a fan.

“You spend too much time with him,” Mike muttered as the two of you cleaned gear near the stables.

“He’s my squadmate,” you replied, not looking up.

“He’s not just your squadmate.”

You finally raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Mike didn’t answer at first, just sniffed the air and scowled.

“You’re getting too close. He’s dangerous.”

You paused, the polishing cloth still in your hand. “He’s not the one sniffing people and growling at them.”

“Sniffing is useful,” Mike grunted. “And I don’t growl.”

“Right.”

“I’m serious, Y/N.”

“So am I,” you said, quieter this time. “He’s not who he was when he got here. People change.”

“People like that don’t change.”

“Maybe you don’t know people like that.”

Mike glared. But even he couldn’t deny it. You were stronger now. Sharper. Faster. Levi trained you harder than anyone else dared to. He didn’t coddle you. He didn’t soften the truth. He saw your flaws and forced you to look at them. And weirdly... he made you feel capable.

That scared Mike more than anything.

---

Later that week, during a joint exercise in the forest, a squadmate fell from a branch and nearly impaled himself on the treetop below. You reacted fast, maneuvering down with ease, blades drawn, balancing his weight with your gear until backup arrived.

Levi watched from above, silent and unreadable.

Back at HQ, as you cleaned the scratches on your forearms, he showed up at your door without knocking.

“You’re reckless,” he said.

“I saved his life.”

“You could’ve died.”

You tilted your head. “You’re mad because I did what you’d do?”

He was quiet for a moment.

Then: “I’m not mad.”

“Then what are you?”

“…Annoyed.”

You smiled. “You’re always annoyed.”

He stepped closer. “Only when it’s you.”

Your heart skipped.

But before you could reply, he turned and walked away, cape swishing behind him like a goodbye.

---

Back in the hallway, Erwin leaned against the wall beside Mike.

“She’s getting better,” Mike grunted.

“She’s getting too close,” Erwin muttered.

“Yeah,” Mike said. “She’s gonna break her own heart.”

Or his.

---

A year later

There were legends about you two.

Levi and Y/N.

The heart and the blade.

Steel and warmth.

Discipline and grace.

New recruits whispered about you like you weren’t real. That Levi Ackerman—cold, ruthless, unreadable—had a partner who smiled at everyone, who patched up wounds with steady hands and spoke gently even after slaying a dozen Titans.

You weren’t just good.

You were extraordinary.

And everywhere Levi went—you were there too.

In battle, your signals were instinctual. One flick of your eye and he’d shift his gear midair to cover your blind spot. One small cut on his arm and you were there before he even flinched.

Everyone knew it.

Everyone saw it.

Especially Erwin.

“She’s the only one who can pull him back,” he muttered once to Mike, watching the two of you argue over supplies in the yard. You were poking Levi in the shoulder, and he was looking away with an expression that was almost a smile.

“He listens to her,” Mike agreed, chewing on a piece of dried meat. “That’s rare.”

“You still hate him?”

Mike grunted. “Not as much. She’s made him… less of an asshole.”

---

But Levi wasn’t smiling, not really.

Not when he watched your hair blow in the wind as you ran training drills with the cadets.

Not when you laughed with Hange over tea, your boots still dusty from patrol.

Not even when you leaned your head on his shoulder in the strategy room, eyes closed for just a second of rest.

Because every time he looked at you, his chest pulled tighter.

Because every time he caught the way other soldiers watched you—admired you, adored you—something ugly settled in his throat.

Because every time you looked happy, he thought:

How long until I lose her too?

He had lost Farlan.

He had lost Isabel.

He had lost more names than he could remember.

And you—you—had become the only person that made this endless cycle of blood and loss feel survivable.

But the thing about getting close, was that you didn’t know how close you were until the idea of losing them made your hands shake.

---

“Hey,” you said softly one night, finding him alone on the rooftop, cloak wrapped around your shoulders.

He didn’t turn, but his body relaxed the second he felt you beside him.

You didn’t speak for a while.

The moon was full. The wind was soft.

And Levi was quiet in that dangerous way—like he was holding too much behind his teeth.

“Something wrong?” you finally asked.

“No.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re bad at lying.”

He exhaled slowly, then shifted, eyes on the wall far below.

“You shouldn’t rely on me so much,” he said suddenly.

You blinked. “Where did that come from?”

“I mean it,” he said, jaw tight. “You’re strong on your own. You don’t need me.”

You stared at him. “That’s not how this works.”

“People around me die, Y/N.”

You said nothing.

He looked at you now, finally, fully.

“They die and it’s my fault. I don’t want you to be next.”

You swallowed. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.”

“You don’t.”

His voice broke at the edge.

And that’s when you took his hand.

Just one hand, yours slipping into his like it was always meant to.

“Then let me choose to stay anyway.”

Silence.

The wind stirred your cloak.

His fingers didn’t let go.

---

The next morning, a scout who barely knew you two made the mistake of asking Levi if you were “available.”

Levi stared at him for five full seconds and then said:

“She’ll kill you before I need to.”

You laughed for a full minute.

Mike almost choked on his coffee.

----

The mission wasn’t supposed to go that far north.

It wasn’t supposed to get that bloody.

And it sure as hell wasn’t supposed to fall apart like this.

But there you were.

Bleeding into the snow.

---

Everything happened fast. A cluster of Titans had flanked the rear unit—faster, smarter than expected. Chaos broke out. Screams, gear snapping, bones crunching. Levi was in the center, blades flashing, and you were two trees away when you saw it—his cable snagged, a second Titan lunging behind him, jaws wide.

You didn’t think.

You never thought when it came to him.

You launched forward with every ounce of strength you had, slashing through bark, smoke trailing your path, blood pumping so loud you couldn’t hear Erwin shouting behind you.

You got there in time.

You saved him.

But not before the other Titan’s hand crushed you midair.

You heard the crack.

So did Levi.

---

When they found you, you were unconscious.

Your leg was twisted, blood leaking from your ribs, your harness shredded. Levi was on his knees beside you, pressing his hands to the wound on your stomach, whispering things no one could hear.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Not you.”

“Not you.”

Erwin dismounted and froze at the sight. His chest collapsed in on itself. Mike had to drag him away while the medics stabilized you, shaking his head with fury.

“You were supposed to protect her,” Mike growled at Levi later, when your body was being loaded onto the cart, limp as a doll.

Levi said nothing.

He just stared at his own hands.

They were still red.

---

You didn’t wake up for three days.

Levi didn’t leave the hallway.

---

When your eyes finally opened, it was Hange at your side. Then Erwin. Then Mike, who nearly broke a chair in his relief. You tried to ask where Levi was, but your throat was dry and your body screamed.

He didn’t come.

Not that night.

Not the next.

Not even when you were strong enough to stand again.

He wasn’t there.

---

“I don’t get it,” you muttered one evening, pacing the training yard with your limp. “He won’t even look at me.”

Mike exhaled. “He blames himself.”

“I chose to save him.”

“Yeah, and you almost died. You don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

Mike looked at you for a long time, then shook his head.

“Never mind.”

---

Meanwhile, Levi stood on the highest wall of HQ, wind biting through his coat. He didn’t feel it.

“She almost died,” he muttered, voice low.

“She didn’t,” Erwin replied calmly beside him.

“She almost died,” Levi said again.

“She’s a soldier. That’s the risk we all take.”

“She took that risk for me.”

Erwin said nothing.

Levi clenched his jaw. “If I’m the reason she dies—”

“She’s not dead.”

“—Then I shouldn’t be near her.”

Erwin’s brow furrowed. “So you’d rather push her away and make her suffer that too?”

Levi didn’t answer.

But he didn’t walk back inside, either.

---

You found him that night.

He was in the old stable, cleaning gear alone like always, back hunched, movements sharp.

“You’re avoiding me,” you said simply.

He didn’t look up. “You should be resting.”

“I did rest. I waited. Now I want answers.”

Levi paused. His knuckles were white.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he said finally. “You shouldn’t have saved me.”

“Would you rather be dead?”

“Yes,” he snapped.

Silence.

You stared at him.

He met your gaze, and his expression cracked. Just for a second.

“I don’t want to watch you die, Y/N.”

“I’m not dead,” you said, voice shaking.

“You almost were.”

“You think pushing me away is going to stop that from ever happening again?”

He looked at you, eyes dark and tired. “Yes.”

You stepped forward. “Then you don’t know me at all.”

You turned, your limp sharper now, and left before he could see your face crumble.

He didn’t follow.

But he wanted to.

God, he wanted to.

---

You stopped waiting.

It hurt too much.

You stopped looking for him in the halls.

Stopped leaving the extra cup of tea out in the morning.

Stopped asking Mike if he’d seen him that day.

You smiled at the cadets. You trained. You fought.

But you didn’t go to the rooftop anymore.

Didn’t wander by the stables hoping to catch him polishing his blades.

Didn’t try to pull words from a man who’d clearly made up his mind.

And Levi?

Levi watched it all from a distance.

And it gutted him.

He thought he was protecting you.

He thought that if he stayed away, maybe you’d stop loving him, and you’d be safe.

But watching your smile dim every time you walked past him?

Watching you sit on the opposite side of the table, laughing too brightly at Hange’s dumb jokes?

Watching Mike pat your shoulder with that big hand of his like he could keep you safe?

It made something snap.

---

The night it happened, it was raining.

You were alone in the armory, checking weapons after drills. The storm outside was heavy, loud, familiar.

You didn’t hear the door open.

But you felt him.

His presence always came like gravity—sharp and inescapable.

You turned around.

Levi stood there, soaked, his hair dripping rainwater into his collar, his hands clenched at his sides like he’d been holding something in for years.

“Y/N,” he said.

Your stomach twisted. “Captain.”

His jaw ticked. “Don’t call me that.”

You blinked. “What else should I call you? You made it pretty clear we’re nothing anymore.”

He stepped forward, breath shallow. “That’s not true.”

“You haven’t spoken to me in weeks.”

“I was trying to protect you.”

“By hurting me?”

He flinched like you’d hit him.

You stared. “Why are you here, Levi?”

He was quiet. The rain thundered outside.

Then:

“I’m in love with you.”

Your breath caught.

He stepped closer, eyes locked to yours. His voice was low. Fractured. Honest.

“I’ve been in love with you since the first time you stood in front of a Titan like it wasn’t the end. Since you smiled at me like I was human. Since you looked at me and didn’t flinch.”

You couldn’t speak.

“I didn’t know what to do with it. I don’t know how to love someone like you—someone good. Someone who still laughs, even after all this.”

His hands were shaking now.

“I’ve never loved anyone like this. It terrifies me. Because everything I love dies.”

You stepped forward.

“Then I guess I’m terrifying too,” you whispered.

He blinked.

“Because I love you, Levi,” you said. “I’ve been in love with you since you told me I was the only person you trusted with your back. Since you stood outside the infirmary for three days. Since you gave me your tea and pretended it was because you ‘weren’t thirsty.’”

Silence.

Rain poured against the windows like it was trying to drown the world.

Then Levi stepped forward and kissed you.

It wasn’t perfect—it was messy and desperate, and his hands trembled on your waist like he was afraid you’d disappear mid-touch.

But it was real.

And when he pulled back, forehead against yours, he whispered:

“You make me want to stay.”

You closed your eyes.

“Then stay.”

PART TWO↓

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

How would the aot boys react if they heard a rumor that reader has a crush on them

i heard a rumor….

eren jaeger is so nosey when he hears the rumor going around. he’s intrigued by your crush on him and he wants to know every little detail, of course by everyone else and not you. he gathers everyone’s opinion and saves you for last. he doesn’t beat around the bush; he tells you he knows that you’re crushing hardcore on him. he’s playful and witty, trying to get you all flustered.

armin arlert, bless his heart, tries to be cool about it. and he does a fairly good job you think. he often finds ways to get you two alone but he never makes a bold move. he asks if he can help you do things, tries to find common interests, etc. you know he knows because you find him trying to spend too much time with you, not that you’re complaining. he just lets things take their course.

jean kirsteins plays the disinterested, too-cool-for-you character. he’s damn good at it too. his actions and short replies hurt your ego and your heart. so, you give him the same treatment back. this, he’s not a fan of. he demands that you tell him why you’re treating him like this and you respond that you’re just dishing out what he is. that makes him go ‘oh’ and it results in a very around the bush way of telling you he has some sort of feelings for you but he was trying to repress it.

connie springer grins from ear to ear for days end when he hears the news. he was already crushing on you big time and now that you like him back, he’s convinced your soulmate. shamelessly, connie asks (it’s more of a statement) that you go on a date. you cant believe he knows. you want to just disappear when he confronts you but he doesn’t understand why. “am i coming on too strong? hold on, i can get weak in the knees real quick.”

levi ackerman acts like he doesn’t know about your feelings for him. his behavior isn’t much different than when he didn’t know- his eye’s just tend to linger on you a bit longer. his gaze makes you feel…violated. it’s like he’s looking right through you or undressing you with his eyes. hard to tell. he continues driving you crazy in various subtle ways until you can’t take it anymore and wind up confessing at him in a ‘why are you doing this to me’ moment. he just laughs.

reiner braun's interest is piqued, that's for sure. he's not so smooth about it, always turning into a flustered mess when he's around you. you, now beginning to panic he knows your secret, turn into a shorter flustered mess. your awkwardness makes all your friends laugh and they just tease you more, which causes more stuttering and the cycle repeats. eren's the one who finally sets you up, not able to bare any more of reiner's incoherence.

bertholdt hoover makes the brave decision of telling you how he feels. he doesn't pick the greatest time. he tells you in front of all your friends and that leaves you feeling a little pressured. so, you get up and drag him away from everyone. the two of you share a raw confessional in peace and quiet. it leaves your heart full.

zeke jaeger texts you as soon as eren tells him. he doesn't wait for any more clarification. the text reads, heard you're basically in love with me. I'll pick you up later: a man of his word, he comes and picks you up. you try to him he's ridiculous but he knows you're his future wife.

erwin smith does his best to avoid you. a crush is meaningless to him.but fuck, the way you look at him makes his heart stop. he's beginning to think that there's something wrong with him- he can't breathe when you're around him. one night, he has too much wine to drink and accidentally lets it slip that he knows. he decides he doesn't care anymore and kisses you on the forehead, leaving you confused about the way he feels about you.

porco galliard's too fucking cocky. he starts spreading the rumor himself once he gets wind of it. he tells everyone he knows, bragging about it over and over. the rumor makes it's way back to you and you want to cry. so, that's what you do. you know everyone knows, so he must know. porco catches you crying and is upset with himself for spreading it. he didn't know you'd be so embarassed, considering he ‘obviously feels the same way’

please go read my jean fic 🤍

[madamechrissy]

nsfw/MDNI- Levi Ackerman x reader smut (Dom levi)

"No, brat. Keep looking the mirror, look at what a mess you are for me." You're right in front of a full length mirror as you're on your hands and knees, plush carpet under them as you arch your back for more of Levi's cock inside you. "I hate messes, but... you're an exception."

"It's too much, Levi... I... ah!" He's pumping his cock in and our of your slick cunt now, you hear that squelching wetness as it drips down his veiny length, and fuck Levi was huge.

"No, you can take it, can't you? I said look, it's an order." He yanks you by your hair, fucking you harder now, you're crying out from pain but you're just throbbing around his cock as you stare in the mirror. "Tch, can you not follow orders?" His commanding voice only serves to make you weaker, pulsing around him.

"Y-yes Sir, I can-ah!" You watch his lean, toned body as it works behind you, balls smacking your clit as each thrust makes your tits jiggle. You see your fucked out face in the mirror now, eyes dilated, cheeks sticky with tears of overatimulation, you are a mess for him. And he knows it, leaning forward, shoving his cock so deep he's bruising your cervix, you tremble, barely able to hold yourself up.

"Ah-ah, don't run, need to feel you. You're so pretty like this, little brat." Levi whispers, gripping your face and bringing you to your knees, you rock on his cock, sticky arousal pooling on his strong thighs as he swipes your drool off your face, smirking in the mirror, his dark hair falling over his sweaty brow. "Only I do this, hmm? Answer me baby." He gently smacks your face now, before squishing it in his grip, calloused fingers against delicate skin. Your eyes roll back as he presses you down on him.

"Only y-you, only you Sir." You whisper, catching his gaze in the mirror, his pretty face flushed.

"Good girl, good girls get to cum." Your breathy cry follows when he finds your clit, and you cum so hard all you see are white spots, head falling back. He moans in your ear, kissing your neck so sweetly, like he wasn't ruining you, he's going in an out of focus, those gray eyes are glinting and dilated, fucked out like yours.

"Oh my god I-" Levi jerks your face right back, forcing you to open your fluttering eyes while his cock is thickening in your walls.

"I didn't say you could stop looking."

ahhhhh okay I've never written Levi. But I wanna, so this is my foreplay w this short king 🫠

[yorsgirl]

In His Arms

Levi Ackerman x Reader

Synopsis: Why should you look for another place to die when you have his arms around you?

Tropes: Angst, major character death

Warnings: Canon Timeline, gn!reader, angst, unhappy ending, non-explicit violence.

Word count: 2.03k

You never liked the sun all that much.

It was always too bright, too warm…always just too much. Even then, the scorching heat did nothing but increase your irritation as you laid sprawled out on the open grass field. Your body felt abnormally paralyzed, heart beating right in your ear; drowning out all the noises of the disaster happening around you.

You don’t remember how you got there.

Honestly, you couldn’t remember anything that happened in the past hour. But you laid there - on the lush green field while the sun burnt your skin, lungs constricting with every breath you took.

You were tired. Exhausted even. Wishing nothing but to fall into a deep slumber. But you can’t. Not in this filthy field (what if some insect crawls up your ear), not when the sun burns so hot (ugh, so annoying), not when your thumping, loud heartbeat almost scared you.

The wish was thrown out of the window when you felt something trickle down the side of your eye. Warm. Assuming it's sweat, you groggily moved your hand to wipe it away. Your eyes drift off to your palm – thick, warm liquid stained it red.

Blood.

For a second, you gazed at it with curiosity.

The next, everything hits you like a bullet to the gut.

The expedition, the unfruitful sighting of two abnormals near your flank, comrades that were trampled or ripped apart by the titans and at last…when it held you in its grasp; ready to chew onto your flesh.

You still didn’t remember, what happened to the accused titan that dared to make you its snack. You groaned but it came out as blood spitting coughs, as you tried to roll over – failed. Everything was still a blur.

Your solitude was cut short when you heard a thud. A figure dropped beside you.

Tufts of Jet black hair and a pair of steel blue eyes hovered through your hazy vision.

“Levi...” Voice strained yet you were able to say his name, without coughing up blood.

The said man kneeled, picking you up in his arms, your head laid on the crook of his elbow and forearm. He gently wiped away the blood aside your eyes and forehead, his touch – like a petal falling on water; almost soothing your aching body.

“I am here,” He assured you, his eyes focused on your face. He didn’t dare look down your body. The sight, even too terrifying for him.

Your right leg was missing from the knee down, the gash running through your abdomen – too deep. The blood loss was significant; staining the grass around red.

In any normal circumstance, he could carry you effortlessly. But this very day, his arms felt weak while supporting just your upper body weight, fingers trembling as he brushed off your hair.

It was minutes ago when Levi reached near the vicinity of your flank (or what once was) after being informed by a fellow soldiers that two aberrants were sighted there. He remembered the moment, the titan’s hand wrapped around your abdomen, as it held one of your limbs in its mouth, the shrieks of horror combined with pain that escaped your lips; enough to break the barriers of his rage.

For a moment, he was pushed back into the utter depths of his memory. A similar expedition, like this one… with a similar scenario where an aberrant took away the lives of his then, only family.

It couldn’t happen again. He couldn’t lose you too…

He just couldn’t.

Seconds, in literal seconds did he disintegrate those titans, their remains were nothing but blobs of flesh accompanied by the blood. The titan- or rather titans, which dared to grasp you; their corpses no- more like what was left of their corpses were left around the bloodied field, steaming into air.

It was painful.

For both of you.

He couldn’t conjure the courage to look down on your injured body, the realization that you wouldn’t make it – too difficult to be accepted. Instead he just stayed silent, as you tried to breathe, all while your chest burned.

“Levi… wh-” You were caught in a coughing fit, spitting blood out of your mouth.

“Easy, don’t talk.” His voice reaches your ears, he gingerly wipes away the blood from your chin. “I am here…” He repeats. You are going to be okay, he wants to tell you that you’d be alright. But he knows the inevitable and he knows you do too.

So the words died down.

Weakly raising your hand to cup his cheek, feeling his skin on yours; one last time. As your trembling fingertips trailed over his cheekbone, his rough hand held yours atop, running the pad of his thumb across the creases of your palm.

Oh… how much you wished for time to stop now.

To let you be like this. In his arms. Just where you were meant to be.

“I am going to die, aren’t I?”

The cursed words lolls off your lips so easily. And Levi just wishes, why does he have to bear this torment?

It’s a question you’ve asked him previously too. A lot of times to say the least. It was annoying, he had thought those times. Shushing you down with the usual - you still have time.

That time is up.

“I told you to not speak.” He rebuked harshly.

But why does this harsh attitude seems to arise from a place of tenderness?

“No,” You state with conviction even though your tone quivered. “You know it too.” You noticed the tighter grip on your hand as well as the stiffening of his body. You were right, he knows it too.

Levi knows he’s in amidst titan territory, he knows letting down his guard is the worst option but… he can’t leave you there. The regret of not staying with you now, would be greater than any regret that he might feel later.

So, he sat down properly, cradling your head on his lap. He stared right into your eyes, memorizing the colour and how the sunlight reflects on them. He gazed down at your lips, memorizing the way it curled as you speak.

 The fluttering of your eyelids does not go unnoticed. He tracd his finger down to the pulse point on your wrist. The rhythm eerily slow.

You held his gaze, focusing on his features through the blur. And even if you don’t like the sun, you can’t help but love how the periphery of his face glowed under its light. You etched the feeling of his touch to your mind.

There are so many words you wanted to say to him, so many sentiments whirling inside you which you wished to let him know.

But you don’t. The declarations too long and time too short.

Even then, in that moment you know he has his tongue tied too. The words left on the tip of his lips, never voiced out.

A silence befell you both, as if pushing you into a trance of your own. A place where these titans don’t exist, the complexities of this ongoing war vanished. Leaving you both at each other’s mercy.

The pain that surged through both of you, for a second stops. Converting into something warm…

You lived in that intimate moment with him. When words fell short, but the thread tying his soul to yours remained strong.

After a short while, a noise erupted from you. Instead of cries of pain or anguish, you let out a chuckle. Causing Levi to give you a look, questioning himself if you had gone insane.

“Ah- looks like I will be leaving before y-you,” You chuckled again, as it was followed by a painful cough.

His eyes narrowed, lips twisting into a frown, “And you are laughing?”

“Would be able to re-rest finally.” Your lips stretch in a grin. “It’s tiring to tr-train under you… every day.”

There’s a reason he found you annoying.

The corners of his lip twitched as he wondered would it be the right time to smack your head and talk some sense into you. But he refrained, just glaring at you. The glare isn’t filled with rage, rather undertones of despair.

“It’s tiring… to train under me?”

“uh huh,” You would have nodded but movement seemed challenging too. He almost wants to flick your forehead for making a joke out of this situation. But that’s just who you were. One of the many reasons he fell for you.

He understood your playfulness. A way to divert his mind. He had sworn to not regret anything but there are times. Times when he can’t help but do so. It were one of the rare times. And you just happened to be the antidote in this predicament.

Humorous, it was. You were standing on the edge of life, still it were you comforting him.

He pondered on what he did to deserve you.

The grin stayed on your lips quickly followed by another coughing fit.

Levi gently rubbed your back and shoulders – his touch again easing the pain that coursing through your ripped abdomen.

“Levi…” You call his name again, the word falling off your lips so sweetly.

Oh, how much, he wished that he’d get to hear it again and again.

His eyes flicker to your face again, even though that blood dripped down the side of your face and your eyes half-lidded; he can’t help but still find you beautiful.

As beautiful as always.

“I’m listening.”

You smile, breathing heavily, eyelids drooping down as you force them to stay open. “O-oh nothing... just wanted to say your name.”

He gulps down the lump forming in his throat, wondering how easily you had always understood him. Through the silent nights you spent on the rooftops or when he completed his paperworks as you prepared him tea.

“But if I had to ask for something… hey… Levi,” You whined with a frown. You assumed he wasn’t listening. But he was listening.

Always listening.

“What?” The heaviness in his voice was evident, he was holding back from crumbling down. His eyes drooped down, the grimace on his lips; an expression you knew all too well.

You breathed in sharply as the smile remained, “Watch it… till the end, for me.”

His eyes flickered with something for a second, before he blinked. Once. Twice. The pad of his thumb running circles on your cheek.

With the tightness in his chest, he nodded, “I will.” The same grin from earlier gets plastered on your face again. That assurance was enough for you.

For, if you can’t see the outside world, to taste freedom in its true form. You at least want him to watch it for you, to live in it for you.

Your chest burned again, the blood loss taking a toll on you as your head felt awfully light. Levi noticed it too along with the coldness of your body, as the pulse rate has almost diminished.

“I am sleepy,” Your voice being a mere whisper.

He knew and you did too.

The time has come.

“Sleep,” He replied, “You’ve fought for long, rest easy now. I’ll be here.”

He gingerly caressed your face once again, his steel grey eyes fixated on yours as if there’s no tomorrow, thumb tracing the outline of your lips.

“And when you wake up…” He gazed at you with so much longing and affection. “I will find you again.”

Your lips cracked into one of the most beautiful smiles he had ever seen. A smile he locked into his memory. With a slight nod of your head, your eyelids closed.

You breathed out once. Then never.

Levi stayed there, holding you tight for as long as he could remember.

As the despicable sun shone on the unlucky lovers, a little too brightly and the noises from the catastrophe elsewhere started to sync in. The grassfield was still as bloody and filthy.

You passed away, in the place you loathed. But didn’t, in your last moments.

Through unsaid words and silent promises, you took your last breath. But it was alright. Cause you were where you were meant to be.

You were in his arms.