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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years

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Hey can do yandere levi x reader pregnant please

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Yandere!Levi x pregnant!Reader

TW: yandere behaviour, mention of pregnancy ofc, babytrapping

Levi was being so... overprotective. He had always been possessive and protective but now that he had found out you were pregnant, everything had amplified to the fullest.

At first, you didn't want to tell him, you knew he'd become like this, but when you started to puke and faint out of nowhere, he dragged you to a doctor himself without even asking you.

And here you were now, on your comfortable armchair in the home he'd bought for you both. He had married you so fast, he had arranged everything on his own. It wasn't any grand wedding, just you, him and the man carrying out the marriage.

You didn't really have anything or anyone. Your parents had abandoned you in the streets ever since you were little and the military was an easy way to make profit and live beneath a roof and sleep with your belly full.

You were around 19 years old when you joined the survey corps. The military police wasn't an option since you weren't all that skilled, and everybody joined the garrison in your graduation year, so there weren't any empty places left. You were left out and so you had no choice but to join the Survey Corps.

You didn't regret it though, no matter how terrifying it was, the people were kind and friendly, even the superiors, even the newly appointed commander.

Captain Levi had taken everybody's attention. People started to call him humanity's strongest and with every passing expedition, you were starting to realise why.

He had been looking for people to add to his still nonexistent squad, but you had no idea why you were the first he took to his side. You weren't a particularly talented soldier. There were certainly soldiers with a higher kill count than yours.

You had taken out around 15 titans solo and 23 assists. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't actually impressive either.

It all happened so fast. You fell for him, he fell for you, and here you were now.

You watched him ride on his large brown horse towards your house through the window. He was rushing. He always rushed coming to you. He always looked like a God, riding fast like this. His horse neighed loudly as he urged it to slow down suddenly. His black hair waved in the air and his silver eyes were focused and determined.

He rushed to the door and walked in, finding you there, by the window, on the armchair that he had built for you himself.

"Are you okay?! How's the baby?! I haven't been missing too long, have I?"

You giggled. "It's only been a week. I am alright."

He dropped on one knee in front of you, coming face to face with your ever growing belly. He placed a hand on bump and he held your hand with the other.

"She hasn't been giving you a hard time, has she?"

You grinned. "It can be a boy too, you know."

Levi wanted a girl, you wanted a boy. There was no middle ground.

"Then we'll have another."

You laughed. Sometimes it scared you how fast he was moving and how fast he was making decisions about both your future, but right now, you were just happy to see him.

"I missed you." It came out of your mouth without permission and his eyes widened. What was it with that newfound display of affection? He knew you loved him, but you had your difficult times.

How you said you didn't want to marry him and you wanted more in life than this. You were young. Too young to start a family yet. You wanted to fight, you wanted to live first, you wanted... many things that he had snatched away the chance of you to live them.

But now you were here, a housewife, a mother, barely 20 years old. You couldn't complain though. You were far better off than most women your age. Levi took care of you and you were no longer living in the streets.

Plus, you had almost convinced yourself you loved him.

"I missed you too, brat," he pulled himself up on his feet and he leaned to catch your lips in his own.

You hummed in the kiss. So needy and clingy, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and tugged him closer down to you. Maybe your current state was making you need him more than any other time.

He pulled from the kiss and you whined in protest, but he cupped your cheek and spoke. "I'll go get changed and I'll be right back."

You nodded at him. "There's food in the kitchen if you're hungry."

He frowned. "You shouldn't be cooking in your current state."

You chuckled "And what would I eat?"

"I'll be staying with you for a week. I'll cook."

You laughed. "You don't know how to cook!"

"Then teach me."

You sighed "Fine."

"I'll go get changed. If you need anything, just call out."

"Yeah, yeah."

Always so worried. You sighed and waited for him, letting your head roll back to your armchair. Your hands lingered on the bump on your belly. You were on the seventh month and it was getting hard to do the simplest things like lean or tend to the garden that Levi loved so much, or cook and clean.

Before you knew it, you were dozing off in sleep. Not to mention that all you did was sleep and eat like a pig.

Levi returned to meet your sleeping form. A smile tugged at his lips. You were so precious. His precious little wife. The mother of his child. You were everything to him. He'd lose his sanity without you. Even when you were still at the start of your relationship, he'd go insane if he didn't see you for an entire day.

But now you were here, safe, in this little home, in this small village. No one knew you were captain Levi's wife and you were safer like this. He'd keep you safe no matter what.

Levi picked you up. Despite your added weight, he picked you up with no effort at all. You were so beautiful like this, turning to bury your face in his chest, even in your sleep you recognised his presence.

He placed you on your bed gently and covered you beneath the sheets. Sometimes he wondered whether he was obsessed with you or whether this was love. It didn't matter though. You were his. All his.

He didn't know how many hours he stood there, staring at you while you slept. He leaned in and kissed your lips gently not to wake you. You needed rest and he needed to suppress his lust for now. If he had you now, he'd break you.

You were a fighter once upon a time. If he hadn't knocked you up, you would have never agreed to marry him and settle down so fast. You wanted to live your life. What an absurd excuse?

But it was best you never found out about that.

He kissed you all over your face and you hummed in your sleep. He smiled.

"Mine."

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jayteacups · 2 years

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A Lover’s Hands

“His hands are weapons of war, but they are gentle, and you can think of no better pair of hands to cherish you so.”

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x GN!Reader,

Tags and warnings: Fluffy canonverse drabble, established relationship, mild NSFW on one line but that’s it

Word count: 0.4k words

A/N: I’m sorting through documents on my laptop and I found this little piece that I wrote months ago (that was supposed to be part of a longer work that I never finished) so I edited it lightly. I’m looking through older documents to try find WIPs that are intended to be short in an attempt to get some writing motivation back, hopefully it’ll work haha

His hands are rough.

Levi’s a stickler for hygiene and physical self-care, and his hands are no exception, but it comes with the job. Callouses harden particular patches of his palms and the tips of his fingers, and his knuckles are littered with cuts. There’s often a few healing scabs to be found upon his previously split knuckles at any given moment in time. And it is clear to you that his hands are weapons of war. He breaks noses without even blinking, twirls knives with his deft fingers and sends them hurtling through the air towards their targets.

Yet, his hands are gentle. They hold you with such reverence and cup your cheeks as if he will never get to hold something so precious ever again. They stroke your back gently in bed as he spoons you, drawing aimless patterns into your skin, pulling you out of your slumber in the mornings. They brew you tea to perfection and make the bed neatly and pass you neatly folded notes during meetings, his perfect penmanship a stark contrast to his crude words. Those hands brush up against yours under the table, his pinky intertwining with yours. Those hands rest at the small of your back as the two of you try to navigate a busy market, carefully pulling you to the side before somebody jostles you.

Levi’s fingers interlock with yours as he makes love to you, your legs trembling and wrapped firmly around his waist. His hands trace your features softly as you slumber next to him in the middle of the night, before Levi takes your limp hands in his again and wonders exactly what he has done to deserve somebody like you in his life.

He holds the hands of his fallen soldiers, refusing to let them die alone and scared. Those hands clutch onto yours tightly soon afterwards, shaking and covered with his fallen subordinates’ blood, and squeezes yours to say, I’m glad you’re alive; thank you for staying.

His hands are weapons of war, but they are gentle, and you can think of no better pair of hands to cherish you so.

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violet-fluff · 2 months

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Devilish Romance (Levi Ackerman x OC)

Chapter 1

Devilish Romance Masterlist

This fanfic will be somewhat following the canon story of the manga/anime. I say “somewhat” because I may change the order of events, characters deaths/lack of deaths, etc to fit what I want to happen to them and how I want my OC to fit into the story.

So please don’t message me saying “that didn’t happen, you’re timing is wrong, etc etc.

Anyway…enjoy and comment!!

There is only one survey corp group remaining. It consists of the og gang of Levi, Hanji, Mikasa, Jean, Armin, Connie and Sasha. Onyankopon is new to the group after becoming an Eldian ally, and Eren is no where to be found as he left the group.

Needing help against the growing cult of Yeagerists, Onyankopon sets the group on sail to Marley, where they will meet up with a friend of his who can help develop a new weapon to fight against the cult.

"How are we supposed to fit in here? We know close to nothing about this place, even with the rundowns you gave us." Levi scoffs as his anxiety rises while they walk through the crowds of Marleyan citizen in Liberio.

Rolling his eyes, Jean nudges Sasha. "Especially with this idiot around. Almost attacking that food vendor could've gotten us arrested."

"The meat looked so good though! I've never seen anything like it." Sasha drools as she relives the memory.

Onyankopon laughs softly. "Don't worry everyone, we are on our way to see a friend of mine. Lily. She used to be in the Marleyan military with me for a while. After her help with the thunderspear, we can head back.”

Hanji is skeptical. "Is she a Marleyan?"

"Correct." He can see the worry on everyone's faces. "But remember, not every Marleyan agrees with the societal division between them and Eldians."

"Then why was she in the military with them?" Armin asks.

"Our military isn't very volunteer based as yours is. I was forced in after my home country was raided, and she was forced in soley due to the fact she is great at mechanical work and her dad was a leading general who needed her skills." Onyankopon shakes his head. "An evil man he was. But she's sweet as pie. Feisty, but a good heart nonetheless."

Connies gulps with fear. "Was? So he's dead now right?"

"He died during a fight five years ago. In a way, it freed Lily because she was able to leave the military. Now we are about to see her peaceful little farm she created for herself."

Eventually the group makes it to the train station where they are able to get a ride to the next station on the outskirts of Liberio. It's there that they hitch a ride with a taxicab to Lily's farm.

"We're here." Onyankopon says and tips the driver as everyone exits the cab.

As the cab drives away, Onyankopon forms a huddle to go over the plan. “Remember, you all need to act as Marleyan as possible. She won’t turn us in, but it’s best if no outside forces know who you truly are.”

Armin fiddles with his hat. “And if she finds out?”

“We die!” Sasha cries into Mikasa, causing her to shrug her crying friend off.

Onyankopon sighs in worry. “Just…leave the talking to me, Hanji and Levi.”

Connie snorts. “Yeah Sasha, don’t blow our cover, idiot.”

“Oi! That goes for everyone. We are here to get help on some weapons and leave. No making friends, no wondering off, none of you are to be idiots.” Levi scolds as he gives each one of them his famous glare.

“Yes, captain.” They all look down sadly.

Making their way up the pebbled trail to the wooden house, Connie stops and pets a donkey that pokes his head through the wired fence. "Hey, I think he likes me!"

Mikasa gently sticks her hand out to pet the gentle animal too, giving off one of her rare smiles as it leans its head into her hand.

As they get closer to the front door, a raspy bark causes them to turn around and Onyankopon grins.

"Casper! Hey, old boy." A chubby golden retriever shuffles up to his friend, tail wagging delightfully.

Hanji takes note of the leg, well fake leg, on the dog. "Does he have a metal leg?" She asks in disbelief.

Smoothing out the gray fur covering Casper's face, Onyankopon pats his belly. "Casper here got into a scuffle with a coyote on the farm. Poor boy lost his leg, but Lily made him a new one. Right Casper?"

The senior dog pants excitedly as he gets another pat on the belly.

"Onyankopon?"

Everyone turns their head to the left when the soft voice calls out. A small woman with long brown hair and a bright smile hurriedly walks over, the vegetables in her basket nearly falling out.

"What a lovely surprise!" She cheers as she hugs her tall companion.

Onyankopon hugs her back gently. "Sorry I didn't let you know I was coming ahead of time. It’s a bit urgent. I hope you don't mind that I've brought some friends."

The survey crew smiles awkwardly as they feel a bit out of place, but Lily only laughs. "It's no problem. Your friends are my friends as well. Nice to meet you all. I'm Lily."

Everyone smiles and introduces themselves.

Opening the front door, she waves her hand inside. "Everyone in! The ride here isn't an easy one so you all can come in and relax."

While everyone sits in the living room to relax, Onyankopon follows Lily to the kitchen.

“I’m assuming people may be following you?” She mutters while brushing past Onyankopon to grab cups and coffee grounds.

He sighs while pouring water into the kettle. “It’s a possibility. I don’t think we have anyone on our trail right now currently.”

Lily is lighting a fire on the stovetop to start heating the kettle. “Some of the people in your little group look young, no?”

Onyankopon sweats, but quickly composes himself. “You know better than me that the Marleyan military takes them young.”

With a hum, Lily eyes him from the side. “I see…”

The conversation is interrupted when the kettle started screaming that it was done.

Walking back out to the living room, Lily carefully sets the big tray of drinks on the coffee table.

Sasha leans forward to grab a cup. “Oh! This is coffee?”

Lily pauses. “I’m sorry! I didn’t even offer other drinks. Would you like something else?”

Sasha stares with wide eyes, but Hanji takes over the situation. “No, coffee is fine! We just haven’t had it in a while due to it not being a priority supply. We missed drinking coffee.”

Lily nods and takes her own seat with a coffee in hand. “Ah yes. I know the feeling quite well well.” She says while looking over the rim of her mug while taking a sip.

Sasha laughs nervously as Jean gives her a scolding look.

Levi tries to not grimace while drinking his. Coffee is not his cup of tea. Literally.

“You were also in the military right?” Levi asks.

“Yes! I was one of the lead mechanics for the weapons division.”

Levi looks her over. It was interesting someone who looks so neat and delicate can aid in creating war weapons.

“Lily is the best Marley has for mechanics.” Onyankopon grins.

Waving her hand at him, Lily blushes. “I’m flattered. But I retired from that. Now, apparently, I make prosthetics for dogs who like to get into trouble.”

Casper perks up from his spot on the floor and Lily laughs while patting his head.

Onyankopon rubs his head nervously. “I was wondering if you can un-retire? We need some help from you.”

“Onyankopon…” Lily smirks while leaning back in her seat, “You never even told me why you’re here. Give me a sales pitch, but make it good.”

With a final sip of coffee, he clears his throat. “We will be heading to Paradis Island-“

“Paradis Island?” She interrupts, “I thought that was a failed mission? Last I heard, the two titan shifters sent there failed at eradicating the island devils...”

Levi scrunches his nose in distaste at the name, while the others looked at each other in confusion.

Onyankopon told them Lily has no hate for the Eldians, so why was she calling them the name given by those who hate them?

“Along with that failed mission, the ship fleet failed in raiding the island after that. Why try again? It would be best to continue to turn the devils here in Marley into titans, and then send them to the island to get rid of the others naturally.”

Onyankopon could only stare in astonishment. Did she have a change in values? This could ruin their plans completely.

“W-well…that could take up too much time. They’ve already been dealing with titans for a hundred years or so now. We think it would be best to try again to speed everything up.” Hanji explains and reaches into her bag. “I also help in the creation of weapons, and I have this idea for a thunderspear…”

Lily pauses as she watches Hanji hold out a rolled up blueprint. Grabbing it, she gently smoothes it out over her lap to look at the content. A drawing of a cylinder tube takes up the page along with its layout of potential hardware.

Hanji continues, “It’s a missile that can be easily thrown like a grenade. It would be perfect for both short and long distance attacks, and has enough power to spread feet away, ensuring all surrounding areas are taken care of.”

Lily smiles. “I like your way of thinking Hanji. The design is near perfect. I’m assuming you need me to bring it to life.”

Hanji smiles hopefully. “Realistically, is it possible?”

“As long as I’m the one building it…of course. But, I’m not sure I want to get involved with the military again.”

“You won’t need to get involved. No one else knows I came to you for help. As far as they know, we did everything completely on our own.”

Lily looks over the group who look at her with hope in their eyes. She then looks at Onyankopon who’s begging her with his.

“Onyankopon, you remember when my dad punished you for steering the fighter plane into the cargo building? But it was really me who did it because I’m a terrible pilot, but you still took the hit for me?…I still owe you for that. I’ll do it.”

The group sighs in relief.

Night rolls around and Lily shows everyone to the room they’ll be staying in. After making sure everyone is comfortable, she walks outside to the patio and notices someone is already sitting in one of the rocking chairs.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Levi. I didn’t realize you were out here.”

Levi nods his head. “No worries. I just needed some air before bed.”

Lily tucks the front pieces of her dark hair behind her ears and wraps her cardigan closer to her body. “It’s chilly out tonight.” She smiles as she sits in the rocker next to him.

Silence fills the air as they watch the sky. “It’s nice to be able to look at the stars without city lights flooding the sky.”

“You really enjoy peace, don’t you?” Levi mutters.

With a small giggle, Lily sighs. “After a life of military and war, I try to enjoy every second of it.”

He grunts in response, but she couldn’t stop smiling.

“You didn’t like what I had to say earlier, did you, Island Devil?”

Levi freezes as his blood runs cold, and he slowly reaches into his side pocket to grip his knife.

“You know, part of being in the military is having the skill to observe people…in case they can be potential enemies.” She eyes Levi up and down. “Your clothes are so old fashioned in Marley’s standards. I blame Onyankopon for that one. His sense of style has always been terrible and of course he would make you all dress like him.”

With a laugh and shake of her head, she goes on…

“The way you all talk is slightly different as well. You speak with more formality than we do, with a hint of an unknown accent. You all in general just seem from a different time. It makes sense though, the people on Paradis Island are a bit behind the modern day ages.”

Levi’s grey eyes grow darker as he gets ready to pounce. “So what now? You’re going to turn us in?”

Lily stares back, her brown eyes glowing in amusement. She takes in the harsh lines going across Levi’s face as he glares back at her. “Of course not. I was only saying those things to see how you would all react. A part of surving here on Marley is having great hatred to Eldians. I wanted to see if you all would get offended enough to speak up.”

“Tch, well I still don’t trust you. For all we know, you could turn us in and have us executed.”

Lily hums in thought. “And for all I know, you all can be like in the stories and eat me or torture me. I’m sure it’s nothing but devilish games on your island.”

Levi seethes with annoyance. “You know nothing about living on the island.”

Her mouth falling into a flat line, Lily gets up and heads back towards the door. “And you know nothing about living on Marley.”

She turns to look back at him before walking inside. “Good night, Levi.”

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi x oc #levi ackerman x oc #levi ackerman #levi attack on titan #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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anya-ackerman · 2 years

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Thinking about the Ackerbond stuff at 6:23 in the A.M. and I just

Levi who is super protective over you. Won’t let you out of his sight and has to be connected to you physically in some way.

If you two are out in the marketplace, he’s got an arm around your shoulder as he gently guides you through the crowds. If you’re walking through the countryside, he always makes sure to hold onto your hand. He pulls you closer to himself if people he doesn’t know/doesn’t like get too close to you. At some fancy military ball? Best believe he’s got an arm wrapped around your waist to keep you near to him (and to keep anyone’s wandering eyes off of you when they realize you’re his)

Levi who’s overprotective of you when you come to visit him at the Corps base. You’re beautiful, it only makes sense you’d attract the attention of other soldiers, cadets, even other officers. Doesn’t mean Levi won’t shoot them looks that could kill if he catches them staring at you. Levi knows you and trusts you, he’s not insecure about his relationship with you. It’s other people he doesn’t trust. He nearly went full Ackerman Berserker strength on Miche the first time he met you and sniffed you in greeting.

Levi who adores you and pampers you. Literally all he wants is for you to be happy. He brings you flowers and sometimes tucks one from the bouquet into your hair and kisses your forehead softly. If he’s visiting Stohess with Erwin on business, he comes home with beautiful jewelry pieces he think will compliment you. Levi sometimes leaves little gifts for you here and there around the house, sometimes before he goes to work or after he leaves on an expedition as a means of apologizing for leaving you on your own for a while.

In true Levi fashion, he isn’t poetic or dramatic about giving gifts the way someone like Jean would be. He’s more straightforward about it.

“I saw this and thought you’d like it, of course I’d get it for you”

“I just like taking care of you”

“I’m sorry I’ve been away for so long”

I might do another thing on this sometime I just. God I really love the idea of Ackerbond and Levi bonding to his s/o and just being all Gomez Addams about it

“Look at her. I would kill for her. I would die for her. Either way, what bliss”

#levi snk #aot levi #levi aot #levi x oc #levi x reader headcanons #levi x y/n #levi x you #levi x reader #levi ackerman x y/n #levi ackerman x oc #levi ackerman headcanons #levi ackerman x reader #❤️ The Soldier and his Songbird ❤️

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stargirlaveblog · 1 month

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7Seals

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Chapter 18

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•Previous Chapter: Chapter Seventeen

•Next Chapter: Chapter Nineteen

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•New chapters every Thursday

•Content: Levi Ackerman × OC female. Slow Burn! Canon verse!

•Word Count: 3.2k

•Warning: This content may not be suitable for all readers. If you've watched all of AOT then you will understand that the show handles heavy subjects such as abuse, racism, violence, and other heavy subjects. This fanfiction will also have the same heavy themes. Chapters with heavy themes will be marked with (*) at each chapter.

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A/N: hey....

So I absolutely hate this chapter with all my soul. It took me a whole month to write. I'm so mad about how things turned out! Totally understand if y'all don't like it. I restarted and deleted this chapter so many times. Also super mad about how I wrote Levi in this chapter. I just want to hurry up and get to the 104th introductions but I have some more writing left before then. bare with me y'all. Sorry for the rant<3 (3-29-24)

I staggered into the pantry, my fingers fumbling over the shelves in search of something to drown out the chaos of my thoughts. But alas, Elenor had beaten me to it, leaving me to grumble under my breath about the injustice of it all. If only I hadn't spilled my flask earlier, I wouldn't be in this sorry state.

Elenor's grip on my ear was like a vice, yanking me away from my futile quest for solace. She muttered something about stains and salvaging, but her words were lost in the haze of my alcohol-addled mind. I stumbled along behind her, my steps unsteady and uneven.

"I can't believe you," she muttered, her disappointment evident in the furrow of her brow. "Do you have any idea how long it'll take to fix this mess?"

"Just dye it black," I suggested with a careless shrug, my focus already drifting elsewhere.

"You are not wearing black to the ball," she insisted, her tone brooking no argument.

"How about we just skip the ball altogether?" I proposed, hoping to evade the impending disaster. "I do it every year. Why change now?"

"You're going and that's an order."

Levi's voice pierced the air, sharp and commanding. Somehow he still managed to slice through the atmosphere even without the precision of a blade at hand. When he spoke, it was all eyes on him no matter where we were.

Startled, I spun around to face him, only to find his formidable figure looming behind me like the specter of authority he was. His expression was etched with a scowl, a silent warning of his displeasure. With his sleeves rolled up, his muscular forearms were on display, revealing how his time and effort had paid off. I couldn't help but notice the way his veins snaked beneath his skin. I watched his finger tap rhythmically against his bicep, a habitual gesture of restraint, he exuded an aura of controlled power that left me momentarily breathless.

I sensed the undercurrent of his pent-up frustration, knowing all too well that I was only adding fuel to the fire. Where had he disappeared to earlier that had left him in such a state of anger? Despite his efforts to conceal it, I could see right through him; after all, I knew Levi better than he knew himself.

"This early?" he remarked, striding closer to inspect the wine stain on my dress. "You're a mess."

"That's rich coming from you," I shot back, my words laced with a hint of defiance as I couldn't help but sneak a glance at the way his arms flexed with each movement. The faint traces of blood stained his sleeves, stark against the crisp white fabric, painting a picture of a man accustomed to trouble. Levi was like a magnet for chaos, and I couldn't shake the nagging thought of whose blood might be clinging to his clothes this time.

"I'm not trying to hide anything," he insisted, his tone laced with irritation. "Unlike you, I wasn't trying to flaunt it."

"Iris," Elenor chided, her voice tinged with exasperation. "Mind your manners. You drunk fool."

"I'm not even drunk!" I protested though the warmth in my cheeks betrayed me. In reality, I had indulged more than I should have, the remnants of last night's revelry still lingering in my system.

"Your cheeks say otherwise," Levi observed, his gaze piercing as he met my eyes. "Not to mention how boldly you're speaking to your captain right now."

"Cry me a river, we're off duty," I shot back, my defiance fueled by the liquid courage coursing through my veins.

"Iris!" Elenor's voice rang out, a note of panic creeping in as she attempted to salvage the situation. "I'm so sorry, Captain Levi. She's been drinking since she woke up. She's been nothing but defiant."

"Let's be honest, she probably never went to sleep after what happened last night. " Levi remarked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assessed me from head to toe. There was a flicker of something in his gaze, a complex blend of disdain and... another emotion that eluded my drunken mind.

Last night?

"Oh, whatever," I huffed, spinning on my heel to stride away from the brewing tension. I refused to linger and subject myself to their judgmental gazes any longer. After all, it was just a minor mishap with some wine. What's the worst that could come of it?

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The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a warm glow over our garden as I sprawled on the grass, my mother's voice fading into the background as my thoughts wandered to places they shouldn't dare tread.

"Iris," my mother's voice cut through the haze of my daydreams, pulling me back to reality with a jolt. I blinked, momentarily disoriented, before focusing on her expectant gaze.

"Yes, mother?" I replied, my tone innocent but my mind racing to come up with a suitable explanation for my absent-mindedness.

"What has captured your attention so thoroughly?" she inquired, her curiosity evident in the furrow of her brow. I hesitated, unsure how to articulate the forbidden desires that swirled in the depths of my mind.

How could I tell her that my thoughts had strayed to the forbidden realm beyond our walls? I longed to explore the unknown, to unravel the mysteries that lay hidden in the world outside. The very notion was absurd, blasphemous even. But the urge burned within me, impossible to ignore.

"Iris," my mother's voice snapped me out of my reverie once again, her tone firm but not unkind. I swallowed nervously, my mind still racing as I struggled to find the right words.

"I was just... thinking," I mumbled, my gaze fixed on the ground as I avoided her probing stare.

"About what?" she pressed, her patience wearing thin as she awaited my response. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for her reaction.

"Beyond the walls," I admitted, the words tumbling from my lips in a hushed whisper. My mother's gaze softened, her eyes following mine as we both turned to face the looming structure that cast a shadow over our lives.

The weight of my mother's disappointment hung heavy in the air, she gazed at me, as if realizing a truth she had long hoped to avoid. I could see the reluctance etched in the lines of her face, the weariness of someone who had fought against inevitability and lost.

"I didn't expect you to be interested so soon," she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of regret as she set aside our books, her movements slow and deliberate.

"But it seems the time has come for you to learn one of life's most important lessons, Iris."

"Are those ugly things truly that important?" I frowned, gesturing towards the looming walls that loomed on the horizon, their imposing presence a constant reminder of the boundaries that confined us. My mother's gaze hardened, her eyes narrowing slightly as she fixed me with a stern look.

"You must take this seriously, Iris," she admonished, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"Yes, Mother," I replied, my voice tinged with defeat as I slumped back against the grass, the weight of her expectations pressing down on me like a heavy burden. Why couldn't this be a simple answer, a straightforward explanation that made sense to my young mind?

"Good, now listen closely," my mother began, her voice carrying the weight of centuries-old wisdom. "Those walls represent safety and security to all of us. They protect us from the dangers lurking beyond. It's only natural to be curious, but it can also be deadly. We must remember the blessings we have within these walls."

"What's out there that's so dangerous?" I interjected, unable to contain my curiosity any longer. The thought of unseen dangers lurking just beyond our reach sent a shiver down my spine.

My mother took a long, deep breath, closing her eyes briefly as if gathering her thoughts. I watched as her hands tensed up before she released her breath, her gaze meeting mine with a solemn intensity I had never seen before. It was a look that spoke of fear, of caution, of a mother's desperate plea to protect her child from the harsh realities of the world.

"Iris, dear," she started, her voice a soft murmur carrying the weight of untold history, "what lies beyond these walls is a realm of nightmares. Creatures known as Titans roam freely, devouring anything in their path. They're not merely monsters; they're the harbingers of chaos, the embodiment of primal fear."

Titans. The word hung in the air, heavy with the weight of the unknown. I felt a thrill of excitement course through me, mingled with a hint of fear. How had I never heard of these creatures before? What other secrets lay hidden within the confines of our walls, waiting to be discovered?

"Have you seen one?"

"Iris," my mother's voice cut through the air like a knife, sharp and cold. It was a tone she rarely used. I felt my excitement retreat, replaced by a somber silence that enveloped us like a heavy fog.

"No, I have not," my mother finally replied, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "I've only heard stories."

"Stories?" I echoed, leaning in closer, eager for any scrap of information about these elusive creatures. "What kinds of stories?"

"The gruesome kind," she answered curtly, her gaze distant as if she were reliving memories best left forgotten.

"So these Titans, they're the reason we can't go beyond the walls?" I pressed, my mind racing with questions and possibilities.

"Exactly," my mother confirmed, her voice firm. "That's why we must stay inside the walls. We are safest within the confines of Wall Sina."

"Has anyone ventured outside the walls?"

"Yes, the Scouts."

"Do you think I could ever—?" I began, only to be swiftly cut off by my mother's stern interjection.

"It is forbidden," she stated firmly, her tone brooking no argument.

"But what about Father?" I persisted, determined to uncover the truth behind my father's mysterious comings and goings. "He always talks about protecting the walls. Is this why? Does he go beyond them?"

A shadow passed over my mother's features, her expression clouded with sadness as she spoke of my father's unwavering dedication to his beliefs. "Your father serves the walls in his own way, my dear," she explained gently. "But his duty lies within these walls, among the faithful who uphold the sanctity of our home."

"Swear on your life, Iris, that you will never attempt to breach the walls."

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The wind howled mournfully, chilling me to the bone as I stumbled through the neglected garden. Dead bushes clawed at my clothes, snagging on the fabric as I pressed forward. The iron gate groaned in protest as I forced it open, the rusted hinges screeching in the darkness. The darkness swallowed the stars, leaving me to navigate by instinct alone. Despite the absence of the moon's guiding light, I pressed on, my steps unsteady and my mind clouded by one too many glasses.

I felt like a lost soul navigating the depths of hell. The darkness was all-consuming, swallowing the stars and leaving me to fend for myself in a world devoid of light.

As I collapsed onto the unforgiving marble bench, the cold seeped into my bones, a cruel reminder of my frailty. My mind was a whirlwind of confusion, my thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind.

Why did I drink this much? What was I trying to forget?

"Get up," Levi's voice pierced through the fog of my thoughts, his tone as sharp as a blade but I refused to yield. His hand reached out to help me, but I recoiled instinctively, my body tensing at the thought of his touch.

"No," I protested, my voice a defiant whisper as I clung to the bench for dear life. "I'm fine."

But the darkness pressed in, weighing me down like an anchor, my limbs heavy with exhaustion and regret. With a frustrated grunt, Levi hoisted me to my feet, his grip around my arm as he dragged me from the bench.

"You're a mess. A sloppy fucking mess," Levi muttered under his breath, his irritation palpable as he struggled to keep me upright. I leaned into him, my head spinning with each faltering step.

"You sound just like him," I muttered, my words slurred and barely coherent as I stumbled alongside him. Levi's touch felt suffocating, his fingers digging into my sides like claws as he propelled me forward.

"Let go," I pleaded weakly, but Levi remained steadfast, his determination unyielding as he pulled me closer. "Please."

But my protests fell on deaf ears, Levi's grip unrelenting as he guided me toward the safety of the house. With each step, I felt the weight of my past bearing down on me, the memories clawing at my consciousness like a ravenous beast.

My breath was taken away as I flung myself out of his grip and on the cold cement.

When will I stop flinching at the slightest brush of a hand, my body recoiling instinctively from any hint of closeness? When will I shed this suffocating cloak of fear that wraps itself around me like a second skin, a constant reminder of the horrors I've endured? When will I find the strength to stand tall, to reclaim my body as my own, untainted by the memories of pain and betrayal? When will I stop cowering from a man's touch, and learn to trust again?

After four years, I'm still fighting for peace.

"I said let go," I whimpered, my voice trembling with fear as Levi knelt beside me, his touch gentle against my clammy skin. "Don't touch me."

But Levi ignored my pleas, his patience wearing thin as he lifted me off the ground once more. I felt his strong arms snake underneath me, effortlessly hoisting me off my feet once again. My head bounced against his chest as he carried me, his expression stoic as ever. Despite my resistance, I couldn't help but feel a pang of gratitude towards him, a flicker of warmth in the cold darkness that threatened to consume me.

"God, you smell like a bar," he groaned as he carried me into the house, his voice tinged with annoyance.

Levi's frustration simmered beneath the surface as he carried me up the stairs to my room, his steps deliberate and measured. Despite my drunken haze, I couldn't help but sense the tension radiating from him, like a storm brewing on the horizon. But I was too preoccupied with the swirling chaos in my mind to dwell on his mood.

As he deposited me onto the bed with more force than necessary, I let out an indignant grunt, my limbs splayed out like a ragdoll. Levi's jaw clenched with barely contained anger, his eyes flashing with a mixture of concern and irritation. But I was too intoxicated to notice, too lost in my world of blurred lines and fragmented memories.

"You're a damn fool, Iris," he muttered under his breath, his tone laced with exasperation. "Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to drink yourself into oblivion like this?"

I waved his words away dismissively, my mind drifting in and out of consciousness. "Relax, Captain," I slurred, a lazy smirk playing on my lips. "It's not like I'm the first soldier to drown their sorrows in a bottle."

Levi's expression darkened at my flippant response, his frustration mounting with each passing moment.

"You think this is funny, Iris?" he snapped, his voice sharp and cutting. "You could have gotten yourself killed out there tonight."

I blinked up at him, the severity of his words finally registering through the fog of alcohol. For a brief moment, I saw the worry etched into his features, the genuine concern that lay hidden beneath his gruff exterior.

But then the moment passed, and I was back to see him as just another authority figure trying to control my every move.

I was in Wall Sina, what's the worst that could happen to me? It's not like a Titan is going to appear randomly here.

"Always the overprotective captain, aren't you?" I teased, a mischievous glint in my eye. "What are you gonna do, put me on kitchen duty for a month?"

Levi's reaction was immediate, his jaw tensing as a flicker of annoyance danced in his steel-gray eyes. He let out a heavy sigh, his frustration palpable as he reluctantly took a seat beside my bed.

"Your insolence knows no bounds," he muttered, his tone laced with a fit of simmering anger. "Perhaps scrubbing the mess hall will help rein it in. Your behavior has been unacceptable."

"Do you even realize how reckless you've been?" he chastised, his voice tinged with exasperation. "You're a walking disaster, leaving a trail of chaos everywhere you go. It's exhausting having to clean up after you time and time again."

"Then don't."

"I'm your Captain. It's my job."

I watched him with bleary eyes, the room spinning around me in dizzying circles. Despite my best efforts to focus, everything seemed to blur together in a haze of confusion and disorientation. Levi's presence beside me was both comforting and unsettling, his silent vigil a stark reminder of how much I had let him down.

"Why are you still here?" I slurred, my words barely audible above the pounding of my own heart. "Shouldn't you be off saving the Walls or something?"

Levi's gaze bore into mine, his frustration seeping as he held my drunken gaze.

"We're leaving first thing tomorrow morning," he reiterated his tone firm but tinged with a hint of concern that he couldn't quite conceal.

"I don't have time to babysit a drunken fool."

I chuckled, the alcohol dulling the sting of his words. "Well, lucky for you, I'm a pro at taking care of myself," I quipped, my words slurring slightly as I struggled to maintain my composure.

Levi's expression softened for a moment, a flicker of something akin to amusement dancing in his eyes before it was replaced by a mask of stern resolve.

"This isn't a joke, Iris," he insisted, his voice cutting through the haze of my inebriation. "You need to take this seriously."

I waved him off dismissively, my hand swatting at an imaginary fly as I leaned back in my seat. "Relax, Captain," I replied, a lazy grin spreading across my lips. "I've got it all under control."

Levi's jaw clenched, his patience wearing thin as he struggled to rein in his frustration.

I shrugged nonchalantly, my gaze drifting lazily around the room.

"Hey, we're still alive, aren't we?" I countered, my tone flippant as I brushed off his concerns. "What more do you want?"

Levi opened his mouth to respond, but I was already drifting off, the weight of exhaustion pulling me into its embrace. His words faded into the background as sleep claimed me, leaving me to drift away into a sea of dreams.

When will this end?

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rykiioudreams · 4 months

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[AOT OC] "I'll be your light" 💚✨

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chaotic-on-main · 11 months

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➳ Summer Event: CLOSED / Masterlist

➳ Unspoken Words | Levi Ackerman x mute!fem!Reader ModernAU [complete]

➥ 1. November / 2. December / 3. January / 4. February / 5. March / 6. April / 7. May / 8. June - Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / 9. Epilogue

➳ Speak Now | Levi Ackerman ModernAU 🎵

➳ Neighbors | Levi Ackerman & Hange Zoe ModernAU

➳ The Bakery | Levi Ackerman ModernAU

➳ No Regrets | Underground Levi CanonAU

➳ Just Friends | Levi Ackerman ModernAU

➳ You'll Be Okay | Levi Ackerman CanonAU

➳ Dandelions | Levi Ackerman CanonAU 🎵

➳ Sunrise | Levi Ackerman ModernAU

➳ Who Could Leave Me? | Levi Ackerman ModernAU 🎵

➳ Sparring | Levi Ackerman CanonAU

➳ Are You There? | Levi Ackerman CanonAU 🎵

➳ I'm Fine | Levi Ackerman CanonAU

➳ Sleeping In (MDNI) | Levi Ackerman ModernAU 🎵

➳ You Just Have to Believe It | Levi Ackerman ModernAU

➳ Same Page | Levi Ackerman CanonAU

➳ Sparring 2.0 | Miche Zacharius CanonAU

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updated: November 23rd 2023

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leviackermansofficialwife · 7 months

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Find Your Nest Masterlist

Findyournest Social Media AU {Timestamps Don't Usually Matter} (Completed):

Summary/Plot

Social Media Accounts For Fic

01 Baby Clothes

02 Text With Eren

03 The Website

04 The Website Pt. 2

05 A Look Into findyournest

06 Making The Profile

07 The Alphas

08 Food & Chat With Hange

09 Picking The Next Omega

10 Getting Approved

11 Getting To Know Each Other

12 The Lunch Date/Meeting

13 House Tour

14 Protective Eren

15 Dinner For 3

16 Moving In

17 Gender & Cooking

18 Baby Shopping 🛍👶💖

19 Moments

20 5 Months & Feelings????

21 Chocolates & Breakfast

22 Texts With Levi

23 Levi's In Love?

24 Levi's Planning To Confess

25 Texts With Levi Part 2

26 Preparing & Confessing

27 Alpha & Hange Bickering With Levi 🤭

28 Preparing For The Baby Shower

29 Baby Shower

30 Labor

31 Home

32 Sooyun Growing Up

33 Engagement & Marriage??

34 (Epilogue) Home

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thewritingwrath · 8 hours

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Levi is the type of person to have a wet dream, and then send himself to horny jail.

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the-traveling-poet · 5 months

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We hit 300 followers?! Thanks y’all 🫶🏼🤎 In celebration, here’s another Soft!Levi drabble cause OOC Levi can be a fresh breath of air :)

An image popped into my head the other night about Levi being so (secretly) smitten with you that he’d do literally anything for you and to help you, including keeping you warm on winter-time expeditions, and I just lost it I hAd to write.

“Whose bright idea was this anyways? Venturing past the walls while the weather is in the negatives.”

“It was Commander Erwin’s, sir.”

“Well then he isn’t too bright, now is he.”

Eld shrugged his shoulders once his Captain turned his back, shooting a look over to Gunther with a silent plea for something to say for the man to feel less bitter.

Gunther only pursed his lips and shook his head, unable and unsure how to help the poor man console their grumpy Captain.

He’d never been one to complain about the weather, that much they knew for certain. He never made a comment if it were too hot or too cold outside. Rather, he’d just dress accordingly and scoff at Hange for whining and cursing at the sky.

But today…Today was different.

Sure, the weather was a bit nippy. The wind had yet to cease its constant flow across the fields, and occasionally a speck or two of snow would float down from the heavens. It wasn’t the worst weather they had traveled through, by far.

But Levi was irritable. And when he was irritable, his squad had learned to tiptoe around him for fear of a quick lashing from his tongue.

While Oulo echoed their Captain’s complaints to a very unimpressed Petra some feet away, Eld and Gunther wondered amongst themselves as to why this could be.

They were only scouting the perimeter for titan activity, so that they could relay this information back to the Commander for the upcoming expedition that was soon to be held. So what could have set the raven off about this mundane, ordinary task?

The answer flew before their eyes and landed on the ground with a soft crunch as the frost clinging to blades of grass were squashed under foot.

The squad’s fifth Cadet, Y/N, was quick to sheath the handles of their gear back into their holsters and wrap their arms around their shoulders. Exhaling a breath that fogged the air, they shuddered.

“N-nothing on the east side,” they reported quietly to Captain.

Levi was quick to turn to them, assessing the shivering state they were in. The furrow in his brow and the downward tilt of his lips didn’t go unnoticed by the second command and his friend, who snickered to one another in realization.

Y/N was freezing out here. Of course their socially awkward Captain would be pissed about having his lovely Cadet uncomfortable.

Though their snickers soon died in their throats when, instead of responding to Y/N’s report, he shook off his Survey Corps jacket and cape and draped them over their shoulders.

“We’ll be heading back to Headquarters in no time. Till then…Just…S-stay by me, alright? Cant have you catching a cold.”

His muttered statement and pink tinted cheeks were enough to halt even Oulo in his rambling, who turned to Petra in confusion.

“It’s not that cold-“ he muttered in confusion, to which Petra quickly shushed him as she watched on in glee.

“T-thanks,” Y/N whispered, taking a step closer to Levi and huddling into their additional clothing.

“Don’t mention it. I-I run hot anyways.”

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nelapanela94 · 7 months

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A curtain of water hammers at your feet. Your boots are caked with mud.

Kerosene lamps hang from their nails at the entrance of the main building, flickering in a distant blur. The yard is covered by a gray mantle, and the wind bristles the tiny hairs on your arms. You’re now trapped at the stables, the horses huddled in their stalls, quivering every time the sky cracks with thunder.

If only you had a raincoat.

Or any coat to warm you up while the deities decide to stop the rant.

You sit in a forgotten millstone, one of the few dry spots, and tug your arms under your shirt, hugging yourself.

The moonlight is enshrouded by the bed of clouds.

“Move.”

A jab on your ribs almost sends you up to heaven and beyond. Startled, you crane your head over your shoulder, and scowl. Levi’s bored face split by the light of his oil lamp. He throws the stick away, then turns the screw and the stable dims.

Now you have to make room to make his ass comfy.

You wiggle to the edge and Levi slips next to you. So close you can feel the rosemary from his hair, the lavender of his clothes. The warmth of his skin permeating through his shirt. His sleeves are rolled up to where his biceps say no more. The rain mutes whatever barb he’s muttering. He sets the lamp on the floor and folds his arms on his chest. His shoulder briefly strokes yours, a blissful accident. You steal a glance at his bare arms and look away before he notices the blush on your cheeks.

“So, what brought you to the stables?” You bite your lips, rummaging through your brain for a prompt.

Levi seems unbothered. “Feeding carrot cake some carrots.”

And you smile.

Even though he will never admit it aloud, under that hardened shell, sprouts his soft spot. Not everyone gets to see it. His unapproachable mask is the result of years of being pounded against the anvil of life. You stifle a yawn in your palm and tuck it between your thighs, coveting warmth. Your lids are heavy, and you really need something to lean against.

Levi tsks and winds arm around you, drawing you to his chest before you collapse on the muddy floor. His lips curve into a small smile. Always so careless. His heart beats faster. His cheeks irradiate heat. And he likes it. His soul rejoices, it waters the seedling. You sleep safe and sound in his arms, tiny puffs slip past your parted lips.

He will look after you, no matter what, he will be by your side, protecting your smile.

If only he could muster the courage to tell you...

But showing your feelings exposes you; showing them raw makes you vulnerable.

And he's not ready for that.

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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years

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Overwhelmed (Yandere!Levi Ackerman x Reader) Pt. 1

Pairing: Yandere!Levi Ackerman x Reader Genre: Yandere!Levi, yandere themes, so much smutty smut TW: NSFW, MDNI, ROUGH SEX, possibly babytrapping LMFAO (idk we'll see in the sequel), MAJOR WARNINGS FOR DUBCON, uhm yandere behaviour, reader has low self-esteem but don't we all, creampie, vaginal sex, Levi fucks you like an animal against his desk basically, + Levi's obsessed with you uwu + DARK INNER MONOLOGUE OK? A/N: IDK WHAT THIS IS I JUST KNOW THAT I'M HORNY LMFAO pls heed the warnings and uh pls enjoy (will probably get a part 2 if you guys beg for it) Part 1 >>> Part 2 >>> Part 3

There's a difference between wanting someone and loving someone. Love and obsession are two entirely different things. For you and your Captain, it started innocent.

He had almost fooled you that he loved you. You were convinced he did, and how could you not? When he jumped in to save you from every reckless move, every hopeless attack you made against titans that you wouldn't stand a chance against.

How he punished you afterward. After getting back from such expeditions, he'd make sure to get it through your thick head that you're his. You're all his and you have no right to throw yourself in death's way while you belonged to him.

You were such a pretty thing. Always so willing. So pliant and submissive and bending to his will without any effort on his part.

And here you were now, his hot breath fanned to your ear, his cock buried deep inside your dripping cunt, and his arms around you. You were utterly naked, he stripped you off your clothes the second you walked into his office after he called for you. And now you were here, back against his chest, his rapid breaths on your ear as he fucked you like a dog on a rut. Cock pressing so deep in that position it had your eyes watering. Pretty tears ran down your cheeks but he licked them away.

He always tasted your tears. There was something so salty and sweet about them. There was something so melodious about your sounds. Sounds of pain, sounds of pleasure, the screams of you being overwhelmed by him. He wrapped a hand around your throat, forcing your head back against his shoulder. His cock was hitting painfully against your cervix but the fast rubs on your clit had you stuck on the thin line between pleasure and pain. You didn't mind. You'd take anything he gave you.

"You're mine." He growled against your ear. His fingers tightened around your throat. His thrusts were fast and animalistic. There was nothing normal about the way he was handling you. He was rough, fucking your hole like fleshlight, biting on the back of your shoulder till he was tearing your skin between his teeth. "You're all mine, understand?!"

His thrusts were relentless. There was no way you could respond while he was fucking you like an animal. His fingers rubbed your clit furiously and you threw your head back. You screamed at the top of your lungs and he didn't even make an effort to stop you. He wanted the entire HQ to hear you. He wanted everyone to know you were his bitch. You were his fuckdoll, his pretty little girl. His willing fucktoy, always ready to drop on your knees to please him.

You came so hard. The forced orgasm took a toll on your body. It had you slamming back down on his desk. Your erratic breaths fanned the smooth surface of the wooden furniture. You were utterly naked, but he was still fully clothed. He hadn't even taken his black suit jacket off.

He stopped thrusting. Still buried to the hilt inside of you, cock throbbing so deep, you had caught a glimpse of it bulging in your stomach more than once tonight. Your legs shook. You would have collapsed on the floor if it wasn't for his desk.

A searing spank laid across your already reddened buttcheeks and you cried out. The palm of his hand was so beautifully imprinted on your skin in deep red. Idly he wondered how much more perfect it'd be if instead of red, it was a deep purple. How many spanks would that take? He would definitely try it one day. But maybe not today. You were close to your limits. He coaxed you into five orgasms already. Your pretty pussy was pink and used and your naked body was covered in a thin sheet of sweat. His own sweat dripped from his raven bangs.

He finally released the knot of his ascot from around his neck. He hadn't even noticed it was bothering him until now. He finally took off his jacket, tossing it aside on a chair. He balled up the white fabric of the ascot and he forced it inside your mouth, restricting your sounds, your fast breathing.

He leaned down, still wearing his white shirt. His chest met your back and he kissed all over the purple bruises he had left on your shoulders with his teeth. He wrapped his arm around you, feeling himself in your belly and then slipping down. You were so sensitive, a single swipe of his fingers on your clit had you mewling against the cloth forced in your mouth.

"So wet..." he groaned in your ear. He caught your hair, pulling them out of your face, to reveal your pretty eyes. Beautiful tears had left trails on your cheeks. He kissed them away and you melted.

No matter how hard he used you, you loved it. Every time he touched you, kissed you, held you, you were melting. You knew you were instantly going to forgive everything he did to you because your heart ached for him. You loved him.

But you had no idea what he felt for you. You just knew he went mad without you. One time, he hadn't seen you for an entire day and he almost choked to death two cadets whilst looking for you. Maybe he didn't love you. Maybe he was just obsessed with you.

That was good enough for a nobody like you.

You tried to speak his name but the cloth inside your mouth was muffling you. He pulled it out and you coughed. You breathed hard and your hand struggled to reach back for him.

"Levi..." it came so desperate and pathetic and needy. His cock twitched inside of you. Your hand finally managed to reach for his hair, burying your fingers into them, bringing him down to you closer.

Closer still, please.

"What is it, y/n? Use your words." His voice was deep and breathless and so very soothing, it made your chest tingle.

"Need you..." you licked your lips "...'m yours. I'm all yours, I love you s' much, kiss me please..."

Fuck, you had no idea what you were doing to him when you said things like that. You loved him? You really did? After treating you like this? Was there really someone in his life who could love a bastard like him? An ugly, ruthless midget who lacked all meaning of gentleness and tenderness? Who had no idea how to handle you? How to love you back? Everyone he ever loved, died on him so fast, were you going to be one of them?

No, he wasn't going to tell you he loved you. He was never going to say it because one moment he might say it and the next you're going to die and he would've lost everything.

So, no, he wasn't going to love you. He wasn't going to make love to you because he didn't even know how. Sex was a mere need for him. A disgusting, primal need that he couldn't get rid of and he wished he could. But you satisfied all his needs. You took everything he gave you. Spanking, bondage, pain, degradation. You satisfied that dark, sadistic side of him and you were always so willing to let him push you to your limits.

You had seen that side of him that would have made anyone else run away, screaming in terror, but instead, you even loved him for it.

You were capable of loving him.

He pulled out of you and he flipped you around pulling you off the desk. Your legs almost gave up on you and you almost crushed on the floor but he caught you. He wrapped his arms around you and picked you up bridal style with impressive ease. He was so strong. Always so strong, he could manhandle you and break your body in two before you'd even have the chance to scream for help.

Maybe you'd even just let him.

He took you to his bed and lied you down and took off his shirt and the annoying pants.

He climbed back on top of you, easing his cock inside you again and you gasped. He took your lips in his own and that's when he started fucking you and kissing you like he loved you. He didn't say a word though. There was never any confession. It was just that sloppy kiss that you could have never guessed a clean freak like your Captain would engage in.

You could taste the afternoon tea he had on his tongue. You could smell him, something herbal and detergents and the cleanliness of his impossibly clean bedsheets. You buried your fingers in his sweaty hair and you clutched on him. So desperate and needy.

Maybe you were wrong. Maybe you were just as obsessed with him as he was with you.

He began thrusting again. He didn't even start slow. Slow and intimate sex was something he didn't know how to do. You would have to show him one day if he let you, but for now, you let him fuck you to oblivion while he swallowed your screams off your lips.

His hips slammed against yours and he pulled your legs to his shoulders, forcing you into a mating press. He folded your entire body in half, getting deeper, threatening to break deep into your womb. You screamed and shut your eyes and threw your head back and your entire body shook.

"Just a little more..." He panted into your chest, biting down on your skin. His thrusts, relentless. "...take it for me, y/n, take it... You're mine... all mine..."

He was babbling now incoherently and you knew he was close. Thrusts wild and uneven and cock hitting so deep you could feel him in your throat. His hand dropped down on your clit and you came in an instant. You didn't even get the time to warn him. You screamed and squirted all over his cock and his eyes widened.

"Fuck!" It only urged him to fuck you harder and harder until he came inside you.

Your belly felt so warm and bloated. He fucked you through it, making sure you didn't waste a single drop. You would look so beautiful all stuffed with his kids. His wife. His one and only. No one else for him. He loved you so madly.

He wanted you to abandon everything for him. He wanted you to resign as a soldier. He wanted you to get you a home, give you a family, keep you safe there.

He pulled his face from your neck, realising you had passed out. Your body limp beneath him. Your hands limp around him. Instinctively he checked for your pulse but you were breathing rhythmically. You were alive. You were okay.

He sighed in relief and kissed your parted lips. He licked clean that drop of spit that had started to roll down your lips. He kissed you all over.

He cleaned you and groomed you like a pup. He settled you properly on the bed, in the nightgown you kept around his quarters for nights like this.

He lied beside you and held you all night, unable to fall asleep. He could never sleep when you were sleeping beside him. He watched you because you were so beautiful. He had paperwork to take care of but he found himself unable to move.

You were so beautiful, all he did was stare at you while you slept. Others would've been terrified at the thought of being stared at, but not you. Not you. You were his.

He was already planning of forging a resignation paper. He had learned your handwriting, your signature. He had learned everything about you.

It was for the best. He'd keep you safe that way. You were the only one he had left.

His arms tightened around you impossibly and he buried his face in your hair shutting his eyes, drawing in your scent.

He was going to keep you safe.

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Hi there can I get a Levi x female reader who is the newest edition to his squad. Reader is such a badass on the field, and takes down a Titan with such grace and skill but back inside the walls, away from Titan territory, she’s a blushing shy little thing and Levi finds that so endearing. Oh, and with a jealous Petra too when she realises her captain paying a little too much attention to their newest comrade. Lots of fluff between Levi and reader please

And So It Begins.

On the field, you are a force to be reckoned with. Off the field, it is almost the exact opposite. Either way, you catch your Captain’s eye, and so it begins.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x fem!Reader

Tags and warnings: Fluff, a smidge of emotional hurt/comfort, descriptions of canon-typical violence, mentioned leisurely alcohol consumption towards the end, love confessions, happy ending

Word count: 5.8k

A/N: Hey! I had so much fun writing this. I hope you don’t mind that Petra won’t be villianised (because that is my least favourite trope in Levi x Reader fics like ever) - so she’s going to be softly pining from a distance and not be mean because I just feel that’s OOC for her. Without further ado..... enjoy the fic! I also only proofread this briefly because i am impatient and hate proofreading, so there may be mistakes sorry lol

A number of stray titans stumble across the fields, maws dripping with saliva, large glassy eyes wide and unblinking. The sight has you gripping the handles of your ODM gear tightly. The pack descends upon the Squad riding in formation next to yours, and despite your impressive track record as a soldier, seeing blood spray from between a titan’s jaw never fails to make you gasp in horror. The soldier’s legs fall from the titan’s mouth, and his fellow squad members scream his name. Their wails of grief make your stomach churn and your breath hitch. Every fibre of your body is on edge, waiting to dive into action. Anger threatens to suffocate you, but you take a few deep inhales, shaking your head. You’d been recently added to the Special Operations Squad for your calm demeanour in the field, and you were not about to let one gruesome death shake you. No, too many lives were at stake.

“We’re engaging,” Levi hisses under his breath the moment it becomes clear that the rest are too distraught to handle the titans themselves. “Bozado, I want you to deal with the 10-metre. Ginn, Schultz, you two dispatch the 12-metre together. Ral, you and I will sort out the 15-metre.” Levi’s piercing gaze suddenly cuts to you as he utters your surname. “I want you to take on that last one.”

You falter, staring at the final titan. It’s almost as large as the one Eld and Gunther would be taking on. Did Levi truly trust you to take it on all by yourself? You, when two seasoned veterans would need to work together to take down another titan of a similar size?

Levi barks your surname again, and you blink. He’s still staring at you, brow furrowed. “Snap out of it. I wouldn’t tell you to do anything I don’t think you’re capable of, you hear me?”

“Yes, sir,” you say firmly. Internally, you chastise yourself. Insecurities get you killed. Hesitation gets you killed. Levi has drilled this into all of you repeatedly for the last few months, and even before your recent promotion into his squad, it is a concept you are more than familiar with.

He nods. His features don’t soften upon your acknowledgement, but his eyes linger on you for a moment, just a moment, before he turns back around. “I don’t want any of you to die on me. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir!” All five of you respond in unison.

“Prepare to engage!” Levi says, before flicking the reins and turning his horse towards the fray. You follow suit, close on his heels. One of the titans, your target, turns its head upon seeing the newcomers. Your resolve hardens, and you feel your features settle into a snarl.

“Switch to gear! Engage!”

You immediately hop up on the saddle of your horse and leaping up into the trees, heading straight towards the final titan your Captain had assigned you to. Muscle memory kicks in, and you grapple onto the nearest branch, determined to land even a single blow on the titan before it breaches the treeline.

Perhaps a younger, greener version of you would’ve taunted the titan, snarling a one-liner that would’ve sounded cool to a fresh-faced recruit in the field for the first time. The cockiness has long since been beaten out of you.

The titan’s arms are long - that would prove to be a problem if you don’t deal with it immediately. Frowning, you hurtle towards the titan from behind, grappling onto a nearby tree. As the wires reel you in, you make a large swipe with your blades, arms aching under the force of your blow. The swords dig into the titan’s left shoulder and cut through bone, muscle and tendons that at first resist but ultimately break to the cold, unforgiving metal of your weapon and the force of your attack.

One arm down. The other follows soon before it can process its left arm has been disabled, which blunts your blades, and the titan is left with useless arms that dangle limply at its sides. Steam erupts from the wounds in its shoulders–lots of it. If you don’t act quickly now, you won’t be able to see a damn thing in all this steam.

You shake your head, draw a new set of blades and push off from the tree.

Grunting, you grapple onto the hip of your target, and in one smooth motion, you glide through the air, swooping low in an arc that has you near skimming the ground. With all your might, you swing your blades through the tendons of the titan’s right foot. Warm, hot titan blood splashes all across your clothes and face, and you curse as the steam begins to occlude your vision. Using the leftover momentum from your first attack, you slash at the other ankle that is hovering mid-step before rapidly retreating, pressing hard on your gas trigger. The titan, unable to stand, topples on its face. The force of its fall reverberates through your bones, but it does not faze you, and the nape is slashed with ease.

Emerging from the steam, you discard your blades. You shake your head with a sigh, you’d wasted two sets of blades on one titan, and half your gas. Around you, chaos has erupted, but you note that Levi and Petra’s target has long since dispatched, its corpse already more bone than flesh, and that after they’d split up to help the others, Levi had made a beeline straight for you.

“No need, sir,” you pant as he lands on the ground in front of you. Ignoring the ache in your upper arms and back from the exertion, you confirm, “it’s dead.”

As Levi surveys the scene in front of him - you, filthy but unhurt, and the steaming corpse of a 12-metre titan lying prone behind you - a traitorous thought creeps into the back of your mind: his eyes are really pretty.

Said pretty eyes snap towards you. “I saw it all,” he says, after a pause. “That was a very efficient kill. Your hard work is paying off.”

You can’t quite believe it, feeling just like the day you’d found out he’d picked you to join his squad. Straight-forwardly positive acknowledgement is so rare from him, yet here he is, dishing it out to you. You - the newest addition to the squad, on your very first expedition as a Special Ops member.

You salute. “Thank you, sir!”

Your heart is still beating furiously from the exertion, though you’re not one hundred percent sure that’s the sole reason. Suddenly, you become hyper aware of the absolute state you were in, drenched in titan blood still steaming off of you. You wipe your forehead with the back of your hand, and when you look down at your hand, it comes away slathered in blood. Something inside you cringes at the sight; perhaps Levi’s clean-freak tendencies are rubbing off on you.

“Here.”

A handkerchief suddenly enters your vision.

His handkerchief.

You pause. This is simply uncharacteristic; Levi always reserves them for himself and his weaponry, he’s always insisting on other people bringing their own. Puzzled, you reach forward. Why would he give you his own handkerchief when one sat in your pocket neatly folded? At his own orders, nonetheless? But you aren’t about to reject his kind offer, so you accept.

“Thanks,” you say, breath hitching as your fingertips graze against his whilst taking the handkerchief. You could swear his breath had stuttered too at that, and that the tips of his ears were a little redder than usual, but Levi is swivelling on his heel and mumbling something about regrouping before you can even stop to think.

You staunchly chalk up the warmth in your cheeks from the physical exertion as you quickly clean up and regroup with the others.

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Hair stands up on the back of his neck. That odd yet familiar sensation–the one he has felt ever since that street fight all those years ago–takes over him. The closest thing Levi can liken it to is lightning; raw, unrestrained energy that zips down his spine and awakens his cells.

Trouble is nearby.

He inhales to give the order. In the corner of his eye, he sees you straighten up, feels your eyes on him, attentive. Ever since that expedition where he’d watched you take out a titan all by yourself, Levi has been very hyper aware of every minute movement you made. Every blink, every twitch, every cough. Now, he’d much rather leave the scientific observations to Hange, but as of late, he has observed an interesting dichotomy about you.

How fierce you are on the field, on the training courses. The way you move through the air with your gear; almost dancing upon the wind like the fairies of myth, as if gravity was but a mere rumour to you. He doesn’t doubt you could go toe to toe with him one day, with time and practice.

Yet the moment you are no longer focused on combat, you are soft-spoken and bashful. Levi vividly remembers the moment the two of you had arrived back after your first expedition on his squad. He vividly remembers how flustered you had been when trying to give back his handkerchief - after you had carefully washed it clean, of course. (He’d insisted you keep it. He’s still not sure why.) He’s all too aware of the way you immediately look down and nervously laugh off Eld’s compliments on your ODM gear technique, or the way you fiddle with your ODM straps and shyly squeak ‘yes, please’ when Gunther offers to do something so minimal as to refill your water canteen in an attempt to flirt.

(He has also, coincidentally, observed how a strange, ugly feeling rears up within him upon seeing said squad member flirt with you - and observed he had felt what might be akin to relief when you’d politely rejected Gunther’s proper attempt to ask you on a date.

But, of course, those additional observations that Levi has made are irrelevant.)

It is an endearing contrast, if Levi has to admit it to himself. Your impressive battle prowess outside of the Walls, versus your timid nature off the field. And now, he cannot help but notice you every time you are in his immediate vicinity, cannot help but think about you when you are not.

His throat feels dry all of a sudden. “Something’s wrong.”

“I feel it too,” you say. He raises his brow at that - he doubts you have the same strange, inexplicable instincts he has, but Levi supposes you’ve always been very observant.

“Keep your eyes peeled,” he murmurs, before all hell suddenly breaks loose.

It is madness - the horde of abnormals has gotten the sneak on everyone. His squad splits up soon after the first attack; and he barely has time to even think about how you or his other subordinates are doing, lest he get distracted from his own fights. He falls into the same-old rhythm, a film of clarity sharpening his instincts and honing his movements.

He’s not entirely sure what happens next; the following six hours are a blur of bloodshed and steam.

Perhaps the one good thing about Erwin’s particular methods of record-keeping and his insistence of nearly every foot soldier filling out mission reports is that every gap is filled after the battle. Can’t leave a single stone unturned, the Commander would say, sifting through each and every report - sometimes even forcing Levi into it too, killing two birds with one stone: practicing his literacy, and helping Erwin summarise every soldiers’ perspective of the expedition into a coherent account.

And so this is where Levi finds himself now: holed up in his office, hair still damp from his bath, sifting through the reports his subordinates have handed in before turning in for the night. His hands shake - from relief that all five of you survived to see tomorrow morning, from grief for those who weren’t as lucky, from exhaustion… he’s not sure; he’s never been particularly good at distinguishing how he feels.

As he scribbles down his own report to add to the file he’ll have to hand to Erwin soon, his trigger fingers ache, making it difficult to grip his pen properly. Words form on the page painfully slowly, and he is just about ready to give up on his report and attempt to sleep when he hears a light knock on his door.

He frowns. A quick glance to the clock tells him nobody else should be awake. Everybody else usually passes out from exhaustion around this time.

“Name and business.” He calls.

Your gentle voice reports your surname from the other side. “It’s nothing urgent, but I brought you some tea, sir.”

Tea? “Come in,” he says, a little softer. “What are you doing up so late?”

You nudge open the door with your hip, carefully balancing the tray of tea in your hands. It smells fragrant, but it isn’t his own stash. “I, uh, couldn’t sleep, and wanted to make myself some tea… on my way to the mess hall, I saw the candlelight from under your door, and figured I could make enough for two… if you’d like some.” Your eyes dart around the room nervously, hesitant to meet his own.

“I would. Take a seat.” He gets up and draws the chair opposite to his own seat. You smile softly as you set the tray down, and there it is again, the feeling of butterflies flapping away inside his stomach. “This isn’t the tea I usually drink.”

You look almost doe-eyed, looking up from the drink you are pouring. “Oh, I… yeah, it’s mine. I bought it from the market a couple of weeks ago, it’s a raspberry and lemon blend. Would you like to try it? If not, I can go pour out another pot of the black tea you like, the kettle in the kitchen is still hot.”

Levi’s a man of habit - and rarely does he stray from them. But he finds himself nodding, “no need, I’ll give this a try.”

And oh boy, is he glad he did.

Glancing up at you over the rim of his cup, he says, “it’s nice.” A little tangy and bitter, not too overwhelmingly sweet like he’d expected from a fruity tea blend. You smile bashfully, taking a sip out of your own cup.

“I’m glad you like it.”

Levi watches your eyes wander around the desk, still too shy to hold more than a fraction of a second of eye contact with him. Cute. Then, the sweetly bashful expression from your face drops to a more sombre one upon recognising the half-finished report on his desk, and something in his stomach turns at that. The sight of seeing you so troubled, face suddenly drawn and ashen…

“Was I interrupting your work?” You’re just as quiet as you were before, but now, your words come out more slowly, more resigned.

You could never, is what he wants to say. “No. I was about to stop. It’s fine.” He sifts through the pile of papers, sorts them into a neat pile to one side. The report you’d written somehow makes its way to the top of the pile. He’s already committed the statistics from your report to memory. Half a dozen Scouts confirmed dead, all of them eaten by 2 abnormals that had been killed quickly when you’d arrived on the scene.

Nodding, face downcast, you sip at your tea. There are dark shadows under your eyes where there usually isn’t, and suddenly–

“How’d you do it?”

Levi sets down his cup. “How do I do what?”

You shake your head, your breathing picking up a little. Shoulders tensing, you gesture vaguely with your hands. “I-I don’t know, just… all of it. Staying strong. Continuing to fight even when all seems lost.”

This isn’t like you, all sad and tired and lost. But, he knows this best, guilt and regret twists minds beyond comprehension.

“I’m still looking for the answer to that myself.” Oh, he has not a single idea as to what to say that could truly make you feel better, this has never been his strong suit. “I guess… the knowledge that in the moment, I made the choices I think I’d regret the least, is what keeps my mind clear.” At least for most of the time, he adds, internally. “Is this about what happened today?”

You nod.

He reaches for your report again, smooths the paper flat in the centre of the desk and finds the crucial few lines. “‘I was roughly 425 metres away from the most nearby squad within the formation when a couple of abnormal titans, both of which were capable of running and jumping, strayed from the main horde and targeted them instead.’” He reads out. “‘Levi Squad had been dispersed across the battlefield at this moment in time. Everybody else was engaged in some fight of their own, and I had just finished dispatching a pure titan. I attempted to cross the distance between me and the squad under attack. I estimate that I emptied half my gas in the seconds spent trying to reach them. I was less than 50 metres away when the final soldier that remained, Squad Leader Stein, was seized by the 10-metre abnormal and bitten in half.’” He pauses to take a breath. “You were 425 metres away.”

Catching on to his actions, you shake your head violently. “With the ODM gear, that’s hardly any distance at all, sir–”

“You said it yourself, you used a lot of gas to speed up, but even then, it’s still a fair distance, it still takes time to cross that gap, and those abnormals were fast and smart. You weren’t going to make it in time, no matter how much gas you use.”

“But–” your eyes are looking glassy now, and something zips through him, the desire to hold, protect, comfort - even though he has no idea how. In the heat of the moment, Levi reaches forward, taking your trembling, rough hands into his own.

“Listen to me.”

Her eyes are beautiful.

“You did everything you could for them.”

Tears slip down your cheeks. You squeeze his hands.

Squeezing yours in return, Levi continues to speak despite the warmth creeping onto his face. “You fought well… and maybe my words mean jackshit right now, but…” Why is it so nerve-wracking? “You are not to blame. You hear me? And this is going to be far easier said than done, but I don’t want you losing any sleep over this. You did everything you could.” Unconsciously, his thumb rubs over the back of your hand, and you whimper at the gentle touch.

Gulping, you nod hesitantly.

“Captain, I…”

“What?”

You blink. “Um...” You look down meekly, and Levi feels a tingling in his fingers, the urge to reach further across the table, place two fingers under your chin and gently lift, for someone so wonderful as you should never be ashamed of your tears. Never. “Just… thank you. I… sorry, I didn’t think I’d end up dumping this all on you, but it’s hard.”

“I know,” he murmurs. “I know.”

It is then, in that very moment, your hands interlocked with his, that he realises. Why you’ve been on his mind so much, why he’s been so hyper aware of every little wondrous detail about you, why he wants nothing more than to hold you and cherish you to the end of time.

It all makes sense now.

As the candlewick burns, and the flame dwindles, a pair of soft amber eyes peers into the room. Petra’s fingers curl around the door handle as she fights to keep her breathing even and her eyes dry.

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And so it begins.

Unknowingly, you and Levi cross the bridge; what lies between you two is no longer merely professional. With every subsequent late night conversation and shared pots of tea, you toe the line between comrades and something more, blurring it further and further until you see it no longer.

You can’t quite place a finger on what it is that makes you so content in his presence. But, you muse to yourself, looking down at your sleeping superior who’d fallen asleep at his desk when you’d arrived for your nightly conversation, you yearn to find out.

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Petra’s been tossing and turning.

It’s been this way since after the first expedition. Being the only two women in the squad, you two share a room and other facilities together. She’s a very good roommate; not only is she an innately organised person, her desire to keep the Captain appeased has improved her housekeeping skills by tenfold. You can’t deny the same thing hasn’t happened to yourself. But lately, she hasn’t been sleeping very well. Exhaustion from Levi’s intense training regimen has you knocked out the moment your head hits the pillow, and that sleep is only ever really interrupted by the occasional nightmare. But more recently, it’s been harder to fall asleep at all, because Petra hasn’t been able to sleep herself. And it isn’t just during nightfall. She’s been growing distant from you, little by little, and you’re ashamed that you hadn’t noticed it earlier, not until:

“Wow,” you pant, collapsing on your bed, “the Captain is really putting us through our paces, isn’t he?”

Petra perches on the edge of her bed, taking her boots off. Her face is still flushed pink from training, ginger hair plastered to her face with sweat. “Yeah,” she pants. “You seem to be doing just fine, though.”

Exhaustion slurs her syllables but you detect something else, an undercurrent of insecurity. “So are you,” you say. “The last twenty minutes of ODM drills? Walls, I could hardly keep up with you.” It’s not even a lie - Petra’s outstanding agility with the gear - rivalling yours and even the Captain’s - is what landed her a spot on the squad in the first place.

“Thanks,” she mumbles, but the smile doesn’t reach her tired eyes. The silence is painfully awkward, and you grimace.

“So… are we still on for our trip to town tomorrow?” It’s your day off.

Petra freezes, shoulders locking up. “Sorry, um, I forgot to tell you, but I’ve actually been double-booked… my father wants me to have dinner with him. I’m sorry, but I haven’t been able to see him for months, so…”

Oh. You sit up on the bed, wincing at the aches and pains in your body. “That’s okay,” you assure her, though alarm bells ring shrilly in the back of your mind. Petra is extremely organised - she would’ve made sure to avoid double-bookings and tell you if something else was going on the moment she’d find out about it.

Something is wrong, but before you can think on it any further, Petra retrieves a fresh set of clothes and mumbles something about heading to the showers.

You’re not entirely sure why she’s been acting a little distant lately, or why she’s suddenly having trouble sleeping, but enough is enough.

“Petra,” you say out loud into the dark, “is everything okay?”

The rustling on the other side of the room pauses. “Just can’t sleep,” Petra responds.

“You haven’t been sleeping too well. And… I can’t help but wonder if it has something to do with me…” Your mouth feels dry. Outside of Titan territory, confrontation is not your strong suit. “You’ve been, um, kind of distant around me lately. And you’re not sleeping well either. Have I done anything to upset you?”

Petra’s breath hitches. “No,” she says quickly. “You haven’t, I promise. I’ve just… been all up in my head lately, that’s all. Sorry if I’ve been keeping you up with my tossing and turning.”

“No, no… Petra, please. Talk to me?” Where has your friend gone? When you’d first joined and began training with her, she was the first person to befriend you. Even though Levi is now the closest person in the Corps, it used to be her, not too long ago, and you feel a little lost. Where has the time gone? How have you grown so distant so fast?

Petra responds with silence, and you wait with baited breath.

“Petra?”

More silence. You feel your heart fall; have you truly lost a friend?

You resign yourself to never knowing what is on her mind, before a voice, wet and wavering, cuts through the darkness, blurting out a question you’d never thought you’d hear.

“What do you think of Captain Levi?”

Levi? You’re stunned, what does this have to do with anything? Despite your confusion, something flutters in your chest at the very mention of his name. You sigh, burying your cheek into your pillow. “He’s a good man,” you begin. “A little rough around the edges, but I never doubted for a moment the kind of person he truly is. I can’t think of anybody else I’d rather fight alongside. And I…” you find yourself floundering for a moment. How could you even possibly begin to delve into what has occurred between you and Levi these past few months? How could you–

The realisation hits you like lightning.

Shaken by the discovery, you bring your knees to your chest underneath the sheets, the breath stolen from your lungs.

Of course. How had you not seen it later?

“So you do have feelings for him.” Petra interprets the silence correctly, dejected. She’s always been perceptive.

Her words are the final nail in the coffin, the final piece in the puzzle. “And you do, too,” you whisper, feeling your eyes burn. “Petra, I… I didn’t know, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I didn’t want you to know.” She sniffles. “How could I even begin to explain something like this to you when you two just looked so… happy together?”

“We’re not together,” you say quickly. “Not like that.”

“No. Not yet, but it’s bound to happen in one way or the other. Don’t you see the way he looks at you? Like… like you’re the first rays of sun that seep over the horizon in the morning? Like you’re the first snowdrop that blooms after a harsh snowstorm? Like…” Petra gasps for breath, but manages to steady herself to finish her words. “Like you’re the hearth that keeps his home warm?”

You’re horribly conflicted - the very idea of Levi holding you in the same regard makes you so unbelievably happy, but at the cost of the woman you’d once considered your best friend? You shake your head furiously. “Petra…”

“Because I do. I see, I see how he looks at you. And I know that look, how c-could I not? H-he looks at you, like I look at him. Like I’ve always looked at him.” She descends into sobs.

You can’t take it anymore. Flinging the blankets off your body, you shoot out of bed and cross the room, perching carefully at the edge of the bed. Tears carve hot and wet trails on your cheeks, but you reach forward, fumbling in the dark. “I’m sorry,” you whisper in between Petra’s muffled sobs, “I’m sorry that I’ve been causing you so much heartbreak this whole time.” You stroke her heaving back through the sheets.

Petra shudders underneath your touch, riding out the sobs for a few minutes. When her breathing begins to steady, she gently pushes your hand aside. “It’s okay,” she whimpers, as she pulls herself up into a seated position. “It’s not like… it’s not like either of us could’ve controlled our feelings, you know? It’s not like we could’ve done anything about who he’d fall for, too.”

Guilt tugs at your heartstrings, and you sigh. “I’m sorry,” you say again, and you hate it, hate how hopeless and useless you’re being.

“Don’t be,” Petra repeats a little more firmly. “I… look, I’ll need some time to fully process this. But Captain Levi deserves to know happiness. And if it’s with you… who am I to stop that?” Her thin slender arms come to wrap around your frame, and you feel her head rest on your shoulder. She squeezes you tight, and you choke back a sob - it had been so, so long since you and Petra had talked for more than ten seconds, let alone hugged.

“Thank you. You’ll find happiness one day,” you try to assure her. “You deserve it.”

She nods. “I never meant for us to drift so far, but… I couldn’t bear the heartbreak, at the time. I wanted it to be me so desperately, but that doesn’t… that doesn’t justify how distant I’ve been… Walls, I really missed you.”

You hold her tighter, fingers curling in the fabric of her shirt. Closing your eyes, you sigh, and smile. “I missed you, too.”

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The alcohol simmers in your stomach, warming you up from the core, loosening your lips. Eld had invited all of you to his house to celebrate his engagement, and his fiancée, the daughter of a sommelier, had offered you all a glass or two of red wine. Not the cheap stuff that a Scout salary can just about afford, but the drinks served to the Walls’ noblemen and councillors. Suffice to say that you all had more than just the one or two glasses originally planned, and Eld and his fiancée had ushered you out of their house several hours later than expected.

“Sir?”

“What?” Levi responds. The two of you walk side by side, pressed up against one another. Fuck - it had been far too long since you’d had something to drink, your prior tolerance is all but gone. You can’t convince yourself that you’re not leaning on him a little to keep upright.

“Are you drunk?” He asks when you don’t respond.

“I’m fine,” you insist pointedly, “I’m only a bit tipsy.” To emphasise your point, you lift one hand and demonstrate just how tiny that ‘bit’ is, your thumb and pointer finger literally touching.

Levi raises his brow. “Sure you are.”

“I’m not drunk,” you insist.

“You’re such a lightweight.”

“Everyone’s a lightweight compared to you.”

Levi chuckles–actually chuckles, the sound sending butterflies flapping wildly inside of you–and slips an arm around your shoulders. You sigh. Perhaps he’s not as sober as he’s pretending to be either.

You pout. “You’re one to talk. You’re pretty tipsy, too.”

He shakes his head. “That’s a bold assumption. I’m just making sure you don’t trip over yourself and eat shit.”

“That’s very…” you smack your lips, wracking your brain for the right word, “chivalrous of you, Cap’n, thank you.”

“Is it?”

You nod. “Mm hm.”

The two of you trail behind the rest of the squad (bar Eld, who’s staying behind with his fiancée tonight) as you all walk back to the barracks - Gunther and Oluo have both slipped their arms around Petra, who walks in the middle, and though you and Levi are too far away to make out their conversation, the boisterous tone of their voices and their tipsy giggles are carried to your ears by the wind. You smile. Ever since the conversation with Petra, she’s been returning gradually to her old self. You sometimes catch sad, longing glances towards Levi whenever she thinks nobody is looking, but they are growing rarer and rarer. All you’ve ever wanted is for your friend to be happy, and for one day to find love.

Love - what a concept. You’ve hardly come to terms with it - love is something so sprawling and all-encompassing and just… it’s something you do not understand, and it terrifies you.

And yet.

What is it that they call alcohol, liquid courage?

You’re done being scared and insecure and uncertain. You’re courageous on the battlefield. Why not off it, too?

Here goes.

“Captain, have I ever told you that I might be falling in love with you, just a teensy tiny little bit?”

Levi freezes on the spot, which halts you mid-step as well. You stumble with the abrupt stop, but Levi’s arms tighten around you, quickly rightening your balance. “What?” He croaks, eyes blown wide.

Your face is burning - and not just because of the alcohol. The courage fades as quickly as it came. “Um, actually, maybe… maybe more than a little bit,” you mumble. Now, you feel the chilly evening breeze nip at your cheeks, as you begin to sober up.

The warm orange glow of the lamp makes Levi’s cheeks look all the more round and rosy. He’s utterly breathtaking. “You’re falling in love with me?”

Your next words are hardly more than a whisper. “How could I not?” How could you not, when he made it so easy to fall?

Your Captain draws closer. Heart thrashing wildly against your ribcage, you reach forward. He’s ethereal up close - you can see the flecks of pale blue in his silver eyes, the way the golden lamplight glints off his delicate lashes, you can smell his faint cologne…

His hand gingerly rests on the small of your back, tugging you closer until you are flush against his chest. A small gasp escapes you; he is so close, your blood is roaring in your ears and you want nothing more than to close your eyes and lean in and lose yourself in him–

Warm, soft lips meet yours.

Oh. Oh.

Levi kisses you softly, gently. As if it is his first and his last. You melt in his embrace, worshipping his lips with your own, all thoughts fading away into pure blissful ecstasy. Running your fingers through his soft hair, you hum contentedly. The world fades away, the cold replaced with warmth, and oh, how you wish you could slow down time, stop it, and build yourself a home in this wonderful, beautiful moment.

“By the Walls!” Someone yells in the background, almost cutting through the haze you and Levi have lost yourselves in. It sounds vaguely like Petra. “They’re kissing! They’re kissing–Oluo, Oluo, damn it, turn around, you’re missing this, they’re finally doing it and you’re missing it, and Gunther, you better pay up, I knew something was going to happen between them tonight, I knew it–”

You laugh into another kiss, and Levi’s thumb brushes your cheek as his hands cup your face. When you part, you chase his warm, soft lips with a sigh, but he pulls back.

“I might be falling in love with you, too. More than just a little bit.”

“How much more?”

He chuckles and pecks your lips. “If you stay by my side, and we fight together… we’ll have all the time in the world to find out just how much.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Smiling, you cup the back of his neck and pull him in for more.

And so it begins.

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