#captain levi fanfiction

[whattheheckmidoriya]

A Million Tomorrows

Description: Change was inevitable. Levi couldn't deny he felt it coming, nor could he deny the dread pooling his stomach at the thought of tomorrow. You seem to have a way of easing those fears off his shoulders.

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing: Post-war Levi x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: AOT s4 spoilers, survivor's guilt. Let me know if I've missed something!♡

Author's Note: Hi, my loves!! It's been so long since I've had something to share with y'all, and I'd been working on this piece for a while, so I hope you all enjoy it!

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Something in the air told him change was coming.

It unsettled him, the idea of not knowing what was to come in this new chapter of his life. How could the tides shift and the seasons change so effortlessly while his tortured mind remained in the past? How could he be expected to turn the page when there was still so much he didn't understand?

Levi Ackerman didn't fear many things in life, but change terrified him. He wasn't ready for it, at least he didn't think so. The world's orbit seemed to speed up just enough to leave him behind, alone and abandoned. He couldn't keep up, couldn't keep a steady enough pace to remain one with the times.

He was falling behind and didn't know how to cope with the fact. Humanity's Strongest had withered away the second war was no more and Levi Ackerman didn't know how to pick up the pieces, didn't know how to move on now that he no longer bore a soldier's purpose over his shoulders.

He was nothing but a hopeless man, aimlessly stumbling through this life, yet something bloomed within him now that his nights were spent by your side. Indeed, he was hopeless— hopelessly in love and devastated by the fact. How terrifying, to get lost in the warmth of your touch and seek refuge under your sweet embrace— to slink away from the world to satisfy his greedy desires of basking in your love.

You'd created something in him, something so beautiful it chilled his blood in fear. How exciting; how terrifying.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, the warm painting of an afternoon sky slowly being consumed by the rolling of darkened clouds. Levi sighed, nursing a cup of tea in one hand while the other absent-mindedly traced patterns over the arm of his chair. His healing leg bounced over the wooden porch floors, almost impatiently.

Sitting idly always made him anxious. Though he always appreciated being able to savor his alone time, he often found himself seeking comfort in your presence. He'd picked up little habits that reassured him everything was okay— that you were okay. Holding your hand would subtly turn into his fingers sliding over your wrist, searching for your steady pulse. Caressing your cheeks allowed him to be close enough to feel your breath fanning over his skin, easing his nerves. He shyly started offering to bathe together, taking the opportunity to look over you, easing his mind with the knowledge that the scars on your skin were slowly fading with the passage of time.

The war hadn't taken you from him, yet he feared you'd vanish if he dared look away.

Music streamed from within the house, a melody you had claimed to be your favorite the moment you heard it on the radio. He had to admit, he liked it too, the familiarity of it enough to distract his racing mind. If he listened closely enough, he could make out the sound of your voice softly following the words to the song. The corners of his lips quirked into a tiny smile.

Love had made him soft.

Levi waited for you to join him on the porch, the tea in his hand now lukewarm. He cringed. He never liked the taste of cold tea.

A puff of air rushed past his lips as the sky opened up its gates, allowing for the land to be cleansed with a fresh wave of rain. He hummed nonchalantly. He never cared much for the rain, always despising how his shoes would sink into thick puddles of mud in the aftermath.

What a bother, he thought as a chilling breeze nipped at his skin and tousled his hair.

The former captain perked up at the sound of footsteps, relief pooling his chest. You'd finally decided to join him. As the door swung open, he turned in his chair to greet you but wouldn't get the chance to as you sped past him, leaping off the steps of the porch and into the rain.

A breathy laugh spilled out of your mouth, something beautiful and free."This is so nice!" You beamed, spreading your arms wide as the rain soaked your clothes. Wonder twinkled brilliantly in your eyes, your grin a wild thing that made your lover's chest ache.

He wondered, had your smile always been this big? No, he doesn't think so. Something was different— it felt new. A quick tug to his heartstrings had his mismatched eyes following you attentively. He could feel it in his bones, dripping down his stomach, pooling around his toes. Today's different.

Levi gaped at you, shaking his head. "Get out of the rain," he urged, wheeling his chair close to the porch railing. "You'll get sick."

He remembered having this conversation with you years before, both of you clad in torn uniforms, brandishing green cloaks, and worn-out boots. The scene was all too familiar, but your laughter was now wild, void of shame. Too many were the times he had to usher you back into the barracks, scolding you for being so careless. He could no longer count how many times he'd had to rush out of his office to drag you away from the ruthless downpour of a storm, nearly having to toss you over his shoulder to get you somewhere dry. You always said there was something about the rain that made you feel brand new. He always said you were crazy. But he couldn't say no to you now, not when something devilish and daring lingered in your gaze.

You merely turned to him, sticking out your tongue in retaliation. He scoffed.

Thunder roared a little closer now, and your smile only widened. You hollered in response, and your arms stretched up to the heavens. Oh, how sweet the taste of freedom, so fierce and lively.

"C'mon," Levi called after you, setting down his cup of tea. "It'll only get colder." He could already feel a chill crawling up his spine. Perhaps he should be seeking some towels to wrap you in— some warm blankets, too.

Instead of heeding his wishes, you ran further into the growing storm, your boots splashing into every puddle your feet stumbled upon. Mud splattered onto your ankles, tainting the dress that fell just past your knees. You jumped and twirled, laughter spilling past your lips with a joy so raw it seeped into your lover's ears like a sacred melody.

"Wait," He shouted as lightning struck, his heart pounding in his chest. Flashes of white and blue cut through the sky, their impact booming through the air. "Don't go too far!"

But you couldn't hear him anymore. You danced with the wildflowers, bending to the wind, each stomp and clap in rhythm with the crack of thunder. The drumming of rain kept the pace of your beating heart, so full of life and renewal. The heavens were the musicians and you, their valiant performer.

And Levi couldn't just sit by. No, because as lightning sparked through the heavens and the wind bit his nose with a chill, his heart only ached for you. Mismatched hues followed your every move, a pang of longing knocking on his chest.

Wherever you were, he was never too far behind.

"Damn it," he cursed. There was no time to go searching for his cane, the forsaken thing collecting dust in the back of his closet. With whatever strength he had within him, he latched onto the wooden railing before him and began pulling himself off his chair, his limbs protesting at the effort.

The former captain stumbled down the steps, his footing unsure, uneven. The aches in his leg scurried away as he stood a bit taller. Renewed confidence filled each stride once his feet landed on soppy mud. A new chill settled in his bones, something foreign and exciting.

"Come back!" He shouted, yet found himself going after you before he could think twice, his limp carrying him as best as it could. He felt like a madman chasing after falling stars. "Damn it, wait up!"

As if the wind had carried his voice to you like a sweet melody, you turned, a new giddy feeling tickling your heart as he slowly stumbled towards you. Something electric coursed through your veins, sweet and addicting. You laughed and cheered, kicking up more mud with every hop of excitement. Pride swelled in your chest at the sight of him, your heart threatening to chase after your lover.

A clap of thunder broke through the steady drumming of rain, almost as if urging Levi to keep going— he needed to reach you. His legs moved clumsily, the gap between you growing smaller. His hair stuck to his face in a sloppy mess, his clothes clinging to his healing body. Tints of pink dusted his scarred cheeks, nearly stinging his skin as the wind whispered sweet nothings into his ear. And though his bones whined and protested, the wages of war clear on his skin, he felt stronger than he had in a while.

"I'm coming!" Your voice rang through the air, almost as loudly as the chorus of booming thunder that followed.

And you ran to him.

A tug in his heart propelled him forward until he couldn't anymore. He tripped over his footing, his knee giving out and letting him meet the ground. And for once, he didn't care about the dirt under his nails or the horrendous state his clothing was in. Levi let himself get pulled to the dirt by the wind, his back to the ground. Facing up at the sky, he reveled in how the rain kissed his skin.

He's never felt more free.

How unusual, the feeling bubbling in his chest, a crazed little thing that pulled his lips into a smile. As a kid, he always dreamed of the sun, of feeling its warmth sink into his bones and fill his belly. He nearly laughed. How strange to find comfort in a raging storm.

You came like a dream. The dress hugging your body spread around your legs like a flower in bloom as you plopped down in the mud. Cold hands cupped the sides of his face tenderly, and he instinctively leaned into your touch. Cradling his head, setting it over your lap, you brushed his hair out of the way. Was he aware of how beautiful he was? A smile graced your lips, amusement clear in your eyes as he gaped at you, like a man drunk on stardust and hope.

The storm felt so far away now, though Levi was sure it had grown exponentially. But he couldn't focus on that. No, he was too enraptured by the sight of you to worry about such a thing. You, who kissed his scars each night, mapping them out like uncharted constellations. You, who thought his eyes were the most lovely combination of jewels. You, who now laughed so freely it made his heart stutter. He couldn't be any more in love.

"I love you," he breathed, unsure if you'd heard him. A trembling hand, gentle and cautious, reached up to you, wiping away the mud sprinkled on your cheek. His words came in a choked breath, scarred lips quivering under the weight of such sweet emotion, "I love you so damn much."

Something sweet bloomed in his chest, foreign yet familiar in a way he couldn't quite understand.

Even under the rain, Levi could see the tears swelling in the corners of your eyes, your smile so bright and warm. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach. How had he managed to find such love? By no means did the odds ever feel to be in his favor, but perhaps the moon and the stars had conspired on his behalf, shifting the tides so that, at the end of it all, it would be you and him.

It didn't make any sense; there was no way for him to understand it. The mystery of this love was too big, but he stopped questioning things long ago. He stopped believing in coincidences. Some things, no matter how impossible they seemed, were meant to be. Like the way your hand perfectly fits in his or how his name resembles the songs of angels when spoken by your lips.

He never thought this life would ever be kind to him. Levi had only known hardship for so long; he'd learned to wear his grief and anger like a second skin. But the way you smiled at him, the way you held him as if he would shatter under your touch— it all made him think that maybe life had some hidden jewels waiting for him to uncover.

"You make this life a whole lot less shitty," His voice came in a hush, raw and flooding with emotion. Stormy eyes fluttered as you caressed his cheeks so tenderly, so gently he felt his chest tighten in an achingly beautiful way. "Thank you."

You smiled, choking on a tearful laugh. Levi seemed lighter. The sharpness of his eyes had softened with time, his infamous scowl slowly replaced by a small smile. His shoulders sagged, no longer tight under a soldier's promise of bloodshed. His knuckles no longer strained around the hilt of a sword but caressed the apples of your cheeks with sweet reverence.

He wore freedom beautifully.

"My sweet love," you mused, your voice like honey to his wounds, balming over the ghosts of battles past. "Thank you for staying."

A breath, sharp and unsteady, rushed past his lips, his chest caving in under the weight of raw emotion. His eyes widened, something new glossing over them. The man cradled in your touch crumbled, his lips quivering as he surrendered himself to the vastness of your love. A broken cry tore through his chest, his breaths uneven as he hiccuped.

He didn't think himself worthy— never believed it should’ve been him who rose with the sun each morning, basking in the warmth of a life others never had a chance to experience. A man forged by the wages of war had no right to savor the sweetness of this life, to have his wounds cleansed by the downpour of the heavens. Sometimes, his mind would drift off, and he'd wonder what this newfound freedom would've been for you had you not been held back by the prospect of nurturing him back to health. Would you have left? If things were different, would you have parted ways? His stomach overflowed with dread at such thoughts. He sometimes wished he'd been pulled into the cold clutches of eternal slumber, to have been whisked away into an abyss he could never escape from. Maybe then you wouldn't be burdened with the cards he'd been dealt with. Yet through his doubt, through his fears, your voice echoed in his heart, offering tender reassurance.

Thank you for staying. His heart ached, overwhelming him with tears he couldn’t seem to restrain. His scarred hand clung to yours tightly, almost as if your touch alone tethered him to this life. What had you done to him? How could you devastate his heart with such sweet love?

Your eyes softened as he cried. Softly, your free hand worked to brush strands of ink away from his face. The man before you was no longer the deadly soldier many feared; he'd retired his blades long ago. The man before you had been in hiding for far too long, holding himself together for longer than should've been asked of him.

Your lover was gentle and kind, and he feared what the future held. He hated not knowing what the sun would bring with its rising and falling— hated feeling uncertain of what his days would look like. But it all seemed a bit clearer now, a bit less fearsome. Something new glimmered in his eyes as his cries boomed louder than the crack of thunder.

Hope.

Change was in the air. He could feel it in his lungs, feel it in the soft breath that carried your words straight to his heart. It crackled all around him, loud, wild, and full of anticipation. It sent shivers down his spine.

Indeed, change was in the air, and, for once, Levi would beg the heavens for a million tomorrows if it meant he could live them all with you.

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[m-jelly]

Don't get caught -18+

One concept multiple AUs

Canon Levi: You went to visit the love of your life at the scout base, but ended up doing the dirty against his door. He couldn't hold back. He had been horny all day for you. He was always sought out though at the base. So, you had to be quiet. He didn't get a chance to get you to the bedroom. You were pressed against his office door with his cravat in your mouth to hold back your moans. The skirt of your dress is hoisted up and against your back as he ravages you. He leaned over and muttered his adoration and love for you against your ear. Your arousal dripped down your leg and tapped on the floor. His chest rose and fell with passion. If someone knocked for him, he stopped moving and told them he'd go see them later and was in the middle of something very important. Once they left, he was back to loving you.

Modern Levi: You're home for Christmas at his childhood home to visit his mother and father. You're in his childhood bedroom. Both of you needed each other desperately. You decided to wear an old shirt of his from school days, maybe a sport top or uni named top. He couldn't stop himself. The shirt is shoved up and you have to bite down on it. You need to be quiet so his parents don't hear you. He has your legs pressed against your chest in a mating press. Your toes are clenched as your nails dig into his skin. He is looking at you with passionate love.

Mafia Levi: You went to his club together to have a bit of fun and he could do some work, but you were both starving for each other. He gets you to his office with a sense of urgency. He has you pressed on your back against his desk. To keep you quiet his gloved fingers are in your mouth. He goes hard causing the table to scrape across the floor. He has a meeting due soon and someone could come look for him any moment. You both crave each other. He replaces his fingers with his lips in the last passionate moments.

King Levi: In the library against the shelves. You're chest to chest with lips almost touching. Both panting and moaning desperately. A member of staff could find the two of you any moment, their King and Queen loving each other. When your moans become a bit loud, he covers your mouth with his hand as you get close to your release. You both struggle to catch books as they fall, but you can't stop them all. The polished wooden floor below becomes soaked with your arousal.

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[ackermanbloodline]

Author's Note: Not gonna lie, I had to look this up when I first received this request ahaha. It's a cute concept. But a huge thank you to the anon who sent this in, and I apologize it took so long to write! I've been working on other request and fics. I hope you like it!

Word Count: 1.5k (trying to write shorter drabbles than whole ass fics)

Warnings: Slight spoilers for season three. Slightly NSFW.

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The Best-Kept Secrets - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

You two struggle to rein in your breath as you hide side by side behind a wall of a brick and mortar building in an alleyway. 

“Captain, quick! Kiss me!” 

“What? Are you out of your goddamn mind?” 

“No, just trust me,” you urge in between clenched teeth as you take off both yours and his Scouts cloaks. You throw them into a nearby barrel. Captain Levi looks at you like you have snakes slithering out of your ears. 

When he doesn’t respond, you take the initiative and switch positions with him so it’s you who is closest to the alley. After all, they’re after the Captain, not you. Your spine presses against the cold structure further as you hear a crowd of footsteps fastly approaching. 

“Kenny’s men, they’re coming,” you whisper. “Trust me.” 

Briskly, he turns towards you. His hand reaches out to grab your waist and pushes your lips to his. Your eyes immediately close as the warmth of his mouth overtakes everything in that moment. Your arms wrap around his neck and fall off his back to try and cover his identifying factors as much as possible. 

Your tongue brushes along his bottom lip. You want this to be as passionate and uncomfortable for others as possible so people don’t look your way. His mouth immediately opens to let you in. The kiss deepens further when your tongues slip against one another’s. It feels so euphoric. And he tastes warm, if that was even a sufficient way of describing it. 

His hand reaches up to stroke your cheek with his thumb. His other fingers caress the hair located at the base of your skull. In between kisses, he lets out the quietest gasps, as if he’s struggling for air and forgetting to breathe. His other hand retracts into a fist of your clothing at your waist. He pushes you up gently against the wall and pulls you in closer to him, if that was even possible. Your hips connect. 

The stampede of footsteps approach and pass as quickly as they come. 

“Goddammit, where did they go?” 

“I don’t know, just keep looking!” 

Eventually, the voices disappear into the distance. It’s evident that you two are in the clear, but neither of you stop what you’re doing. The kiss continues. When his lips make a lazy trail down to your collarbones, you run a hand through his hair. 

Then it hits you that you two are in a very public place and anyone can come across you at any time. Like Section Commander Hange or another soldier. They’ll misread the situation and Captain Levi will most likely get into a massive amount of trouble, even though this was your idea and yours alone.

“Captain,” you breathe out, lightly tapping his shoulder. “Captain. I… I think they’re gone.” 

He immediately pulls away and peers his head into the alleyway. He looks both ways and you utilize this moment to compose yourself. You brush off your uniform and neaten it where needed. You run your hands through your hair to straighten it. He turns to you again. He looks completely unfazed, aside from the redness and puffiness of his lips. 

“Looks like it worked,” he murmurs. “Nobody knows about this. Understand?” 

“Understood.”

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That night, you have a hard time keeping your thoughts reined in. You struggle to go to sleep. You toss back and forth for hours as you recollect the kiss between you and your superior. Butterflies erupt in your stomach when you picture his hands on your waist, how smooth his tongue was, how calm and calculated his actions were. 

You’ve known the man for years, but… it feels like the energy has shifted between you two. At least on your end. The rest of the mission felt awkward. He was strangely protective over you and you didn’t leave his sight. He killed any of Kenny’s men who posed the slightest threat to you. And, worst part is, he did it without thinking. You prayed that none of your fellow soldiers picked up on these things. 

As you relive the scene over and over again in your mind, you remember a detail that you missed in that moment: when he pushed you up against the wall… you felt something hard on your leg. Could it… have been him? No. No, the Captain doesn’t see you that way. You two are just soldiers fighting for humanity together. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Still… you cannot deny how the thought of it all excites you. 

Your bunk suddenly becomes stifling. You rip the covers off you and swing your legs over the edge of the bed. You dress warmly and sneak out of your sleeping quarters. You tiptoe past everyone and make your way up on the roof of HQ.

When you open the door, you’re immediately greeted with the moon shining brilliantly above you and cold winter air. It’s all so cleansing. You take a deep breath and let out a sigh. Here, it feels like time stops, like the world doesn’t even exist. Just you. 

Your heart drops when you see a familiar figure with an undercut sitting at the edge. A battle ensues in your mind. Captain Levi finding you up here could result in disciplinary action being taken upon you. On the other hand… it looks like he can’t sleep either and might need someone to talk to. 

After careful consideration of the risks, you decide to approach him slowly. Your footsteps are so hushed, you’re sure he can’t hear you. When you’re only a few feet away, you speak. 

“Captain?” 

He doesn’t bother turning around. He doesn’t say anything at all. You bite the inside of your lip. 

You speak again, “Can I sit, sir?” 

“Yes.” 

You kneel down and sit, swinging your legs off the edge of the HQ roof with him. You two are quiet. The silence is deafening. 

“What’re you doing out here?” he asks, turning to you. 

“If I tell you, will I get in trouble?” 

“Hm. I suppose I can keep another thing just between us.” 

You let out a chuckle. 

“When I can’t sleep, this is my favorite spot to be,” you explain. “It doesn’t happen often, but… it happens sometimes. What about you? Can’t sleep, either?” 

“I come here when I have lots to contemplate.” 

“I imagine that’s often.” 

“Uh-huh.” 

You and Captain Levi both look up at the full moon hanging high in the sky. Your mind races, playing through various scenarios of things you want to say to him. It’s not long before he breaks the silence.

“I want to talk about that kiss today. To make sure we’re on the same page about things.” 

“Oh, sure,” your stomach churns with nervousness. “I’m listening.” 

“I…” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, a gesture you’ve never seen him do before. “I want to apologize. I got too wrapped up in it and… I sincerely hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.” 

“No. No, I wasn’t uncomfortable at all! If anything, I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable. I mean, it was my idea.” 

“It was an unconventional one, to say the least, but it worked.” 

“Glad it did.” 

“And you didn’t make me uncomfortable. In fact, I…” 

He lets out another heavy sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He says your name. 

“If I tell you something, do you promise not to repeat it?” 

“Well…” you begin to mock him. “I suppose I can keep another thing just between us…” 

A slight smile pulls at the edges of his lips. You smile at him. 

“I…” he starts. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Because that was my first kiss.” 

“Wait, what?” 

“And, fuck… I… I think I feel something more for you. More than just soldiers fighting alongside one another. I have for… a while, now.” 

You feel frozen in place. Your breathing even stops as you stare ahead at the expanse of the sleeping city with wide eyes. You feel his eyes bore into yours, trying to get a clue as to what you’re thinking. Most times, Captain Levi is stoic, even in the most tense and challenging situations. Seeing him like this is… jarring. 

But deep down, you know the feeling is mutual. 

He nearly pleads, “Say something.” 

“I’m sorry, I’m… okay. I have been thinking about it quite a bit, too… and I would be lying if I said that I didn’t feel something during that kiss.” 

Captain Levi pushes, “Okay…?” 

“It awoken something in me, that kiss. And… I think I want to do it again.” 

“Really?” 

“Really.” 

“What’re you waiting for then, brat?” 

Your head turns towards him and you lean over onto him. Your lips brush up against his and you hear Captain Levi’s breath hitch in his throat. He closes the space and kisses you with eagerness. Once again, his hands cup your face gently and his thumbs make back-and-forth motions on the apples of your cheeks. 

You get high off this kiss. Everything feels euphoric, now that you know you both desire one another in a way that’s more than professional. The cold air on your skin feels tingly and all you can think about is how perfectly his mouth moves on yours. 

He pulls away and looks at you with slightly widened eyes. 

“What happens now?” you question. 

“We’ll figure it out.”

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[levmada]

Levi-isms translated from his heart<3

//taller!Reader, Levi can pick reader up, hcs, canonverse, so fucking sweet

1: "Are you blind? I’m busy.”

You moan in sheer agony from the doorway, and put on your best puppy dog eyes.

He scowls at you, or he might be just that tired. His eyes are so heavy it’s hard to tell the difference.

"But it's so cold and lonely without you. I’m even colder right now, as you can see.”

You’re not wearing pants.

Make the issue about him, and how important it is that he rests, and you get a scowl. Make it about you, and he stands up with frankly a bratty sigh, and runs his hand through his hair.

You smile sweetly as he nears. On the way, he undoes the top button of his pressed white shirt, giving you a glimpse of his adam’s apple.

you lean forward and kiss his cheek. "Missed you…”

He looks up at you, eyes softening, and ruffles your hair a little. "Ugh... So annoying…"

You care enough about me to lose sleep... I could never ask for something that you freely give up, and it drives me crazy. How can one person have this power over me, anyway?

2: He's too angry to even pace around the hospital tent. This fire rampages in his veins with his blood as lit gasoline.

He can't remain calm with your fingers clutched in your lap, broken, reduced to a mound of bandages that seem to captivate you; you refuse to look at him.

He tells himself that it's not necessarily you he's angry at, that yelling won’t mend broken bones—but he can’t contain himself.

"What the hell were you thinking!?” he blurts out. “Throwing yourself into harm's way isn’t fighting—it’s suicide for self-righteous fools. What will we do now that you’re useless?"

Why?? Why is it easy even for you to be taken away from me whether you devote your whole heart or not?—and you do. So I need you to be more careful. I can't be there all the time. What will I do to keep you alive from here? You'll cooperate with me, won't you?

I can’t believe this… but I don’t want you to be devoted; I want you to be safe.

3: You finish explaining your plan with an uncertain smile sent his way.

To be fair, it's quite the tall order to sneak into Hange's lab, but he can't see any holes in it. As long as you get in quick, Levi can have it cleaned before supper.

"Not bad. It just might work. But don't let it get to your head."

You're smart. Thanks for the help. But it’s not like I like you or anything…

4: "No worries." You beam. "I'll have them swept up in no time—with Mike's help too, of course."

Even if he tried, he couldn't smile at your confidence. There's never telling what will happen when it's a fight against the Titans.

He looks ahead, squinting through the wind whipping at his bangs. You're both coming up on the south end of the forest again. It's packed with trees that'd be perfect for setting up camp, if only it wasn't infested with Titans. Four separate squads are pushing in from each direction, with Levi's squad at the north where Mike smelled the most action.

It's risky... no surprise there. He doesn't have overwhelming positivity, but what he does have—en masse—is faith in you.

"Alright... Use your best judgment in there. Don't die. If there's a sign of anything you can't handle, don't be stupid to take it all on your own. Just shoot up a flare and someone will be on their way."

I'm sending you on your own, so I know that you're strong. You can take care of yourself. But still. Be careful, I love you.

5: “Quit resisting.”

“What’re you doing, arresting me??” you cackle as Levi lifts you off your feet. He even pins you over his shoulder while you cry out in laughter. “Baby, it was just a little more work…”

"Nope.” With hardly a grunt, he swings the door open that feeds into the hallway and begins the march to your quarters. “If you keep this up, no amount of caffeine is going to save you. And I won't be there to baby you when you pass out and fall on your face. You're going. I'll pick up the slack."

I don't want you to work yourself down to the bone so much that you're forced to rely on me... So take care of yourself, I'll manage the rest.

Levi masterlist | main masterlist

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[lucysarah-c]

Okay but also consider: After the rumbling Levi eventually gets a little softer around the edges. Like not overweight by any means but also just...softer because he isn't fighting everyday and gets to be safe (relatively at least).

Oh yes! I personally think Levi never truly loses the athletic side because he strikes me as someone who never stops training or maintaining good shape. Maybe it's my idea because both of my parents were very athletic in their youth, and with time passing, they didn't have as much free time to train, but they never lost the habit. So, I think that post-war Levi, especially since in the "bad boy cover" he seems to be in a way better shape than at the end of the manga, probably trains, not as much as he used to, but definitely keeps himself in movement. I like to imagine that perhaps he lost the extremely defined six-pack, and now he has more of a softer four-pack, and as you say, it's a bit softer at the edges. I don't know, hehehe, the idea of him picking up maybe his kids with just one arm, all together while he has a bit less defined abs, seems homely and sexy to me.

Kisses!

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[aki-mochi]

Levi x Chubby!Insecure!Reader

“Y/n…Y/n? … Earth to Y/n.” Levi snapped his fingers in front of your face to snap you out of your daze.

“Huh? What? Oh, hi.” You blinked a few times to get your head back into reality.

“Is everything alright?” His face was blank, as usual, but his eyes glistened with concern. “You’ve been staring at that character's idle animation for 10 minutes.”

“Really? Guess I zoned out…” you rubbed your face, pressing pause on your game.

“I noticed… go get some rest. You look exhausted.”

“Says the one who practically never sleeps.” You smile at the huff of a chuckle your husband gives you in response. 

“I’ll make some tea and bring it to you. Go to bed.”

With an amused hum from the man’s carting orders, you get up from your seat and go to your shared bedroom. You pick out a pair of pajamas you like and start to do your nightly routine. But as you slipped your shirt off over your head, you froze. In the mirror that hangs on the wall, you caught a glimpse of yourself. 

Your gut. Your rolls. Your double chin, stretch marks, sore spots… You see your flaws and you frown; switching pajama shirts to one that’s baggier and hides you before crawling into bed. Soon, Levi comes back with two teacups and sets one on your night stand. 

“Careful not to spill it.”

“Thank you, hun.” You sit up, drinking the tea he always makes to help both of you insomniacs to get some sleep. You looked down at your reflection in the tea cup you held so carefully as the negative emotions from earlier flooded back into your head. Biting your lip, you were conflicted of asking your beloved his reasons for picking you as his wife, but you wanted answers to the questions that stabbed at your self-worth and confidence.

“… Levi…?”

Levi hardly heard you say his name so quietly. “Yes dear?”

“Why did you pick me…?”

“What do you mean?” He raised a thin brow.

You frown and look at him seriously.

“Why did you; a perfect man that women used to throw themselves at, chose to marry me; a fat, ugly, spoiled brat who can’t do anything right?” Tears welled in your eyes as you spoke, turning your head away to hide your face whilst trying to wipe away the tears that escaped down your cheeks with a free hand before he would see, but to no avail. 

“Girls everywhere are skinny with perfect skin and hair… While I… I-I'm…”

Levi frowned and set his cup down, taking yours and moving it as well before holding your hand.  “Hey. Look at me.” He demanded, but you shook your head.

“Y/n… look at me.”

With a bit of upset sniffling, you lifted your head to look at him, a cheek being cupped by his strong hand and you immediately lean into it.

“You are not fat. You are not ugly. You are a brat because I spoil you because I love you.” He said firmly.

“A woman isn’t just a body. They’re a person. I love you as a person. I love your smile and your personality. I dont care that you have rolls and a belly, there's more of you to hold. They are called ‘love handles’ for a reason.”

You scoff but can’t hide a bit of a chuckle. “It always goes to sex with you…”

“Because you please me and I want to always please you.” He continued. 

“Whatever shape you are, I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t want to see all of you.” stroking his thumb over the golden band that sat perfectly on your fourth finger.

You sigh softly and lean forward onto his chest as he wraps his arms around you as if to protect you.  “…you don’t normally talk this much.”

“I guess my actions toward you haven’t spoken loud enough.” He hummed.

“Maybe… but thank you.” You hug his waist, giving a soft hum from feeling him placing a kiss on your head. “I love you.”

“Mhm… I’m serious about the love handles.” Levi gently squeezes one of the rolls on your side, a smirk gracing his lips at the sound of your giggle.

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[xxdragonwriterxx]

hello, can i please, please, PLEASE ask for a sequel to „stupid prick”?? i’m obsessed with medic!reader and grumpy and vulnerable levi 😭 can they meet in the survey corps headquaters, where he has to be patched up after a dangerios mission and she is the new best medic around? and they recognize each other and hanji sees that and tries to lowkey get them get together and release the pent up sexual frustration from years back? bc wveryone around sees what is happening 🔥🔥and bc they obviously have the hots for each other his recovery process is getting more and more steamy ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 i love your writing so much, thank you for all you do 💕💖💕

A/N: Hey guys!!! I’m finally back!! WHOO! 😂😅 It feels so good to be posting a fic again, I just hope tumblr doesn’t eat this one like it usually does 😑 I actually wanted to post this one last night instead, but I ended up extending it and writing like four extra pages in the middle and at the end so I wanted to take today to edit it and make sure it actually sounded okay lol. But I really hope this is what you guys were looking for!! This one has been a popular demand so I really hope I did it justice! I don’t feel like it is my best piece, but it was really fun to write anyway! Also, since you didn’t necessarily specify in the ask, I just went ahead and made this a full NSFW, so warnings for that will apply, but it’s not til the very end. Okay, now enough bullshit from me, here is the sequel to “Stupid Prick”! Thank you so so much for your sweet compliments, they seriously make my day 🥺❤️ I hope you guys enjoy!!

(Warning: NSFW!! Minors DNI plz! It’s not super nuts but I would like to point out that this fic features unprofessional conduct and misuse of a hospital room and certain medical supplies. Plz never try this at home, it is fiction and even though I tried to make it as realistically applicable as possible, it’s still not something you should try lol)

🐉 Song Recommendation: “Lost With You” By: Patrick Watson  🐉

Word Count: ~10.8k

Part 1 is here!

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🔥 Damn Idiot 🔥

What time is it?

The sky was dark, swallowing the moon whole and leaving nothing but the weak, distant light of the stars to combat the shadows of the night. A soft breeze was rustling the leaves outside, flowing in through the cracked open window of the lead medical office, filling the space with a gentle coolness, one that sent pleasant tingles down the spine but failed to coax goosebumps to the surface of skin. The flame of the lone candle sitting on the largest desk in the room fluttered in that breeze but did not die out, casting dancing shadows along the walls as its warm, golden hue was toyed with.

It must be late, I should go to sleep soon.

As if the room itself could hear her thoughts, a tall grandfather clock in the corner of her office, a gift from her old master, started to chime. (Y/N) groaned as the somewhat dull sound, one she was usually fond of, clanged through her head. It sounded louder all of a sudden, making her skull pound with even sharper pulses than it had before. She laid her head down, resting her throbbing forehead on her crossed arms, silently counting the number of chimes.

1… 2… 3…

She counted until the clock slowed to a stop, the final clang ringing in her ears long after the pendulum had ceased moving.

Damn it.

It was four in the morning. (Y/N) knew she needed to sleep, needed to be sharp so she could do her best to heal the soldiers of the Survey Corps when they came back from their week long expedition, but she felt too restless. She had tried everything from teas to calming creams to soaking in a bath. Nothing had worked to settle her frazzled nerves, to quiet her overactive brain.

The worst part was, she didn’t even know why she was feeling so bothered. It had been years since she’d escaped from the Underground and made it back to her healing center with her old master. She had long since completed her training and had been with the Survey Corps ever since. She was used to seeing the worst injuries imaginable. At least, as used to it as one could be when faced with tragedy and misery. She had seen everything from bodies ripped in half to faces that were no longer recognizable. On several occasions, she had beared witness to the death of a comrade shortly after their arrival to the infirmary, their wounds too severe for even her to fix, despite her reputation.

But something was bothering her. She couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, but something felt different about this expedition, and it was making her nervous. She had thought that maybe catching up on some of the paperwork waiting for her on her desk would help distract her, but all it had ended up doing was give her a headache and a sour attitude.

Get a grip, (Y/N), you’re a medic for the Survey Corps for fuck sake. You can do this. Just go the fuck to sleep.

Forcing her head up from her desk, (Y/N) stood and blew out the candle beside her before turning on her heel to head to her bedroom. It was attached to her office, a door connected just to her left, but the walk felt as if it were miles long, her feet dragging across the wooden floor with every step. By the time she collapsed face first into her bed, her very bones were aching with exhaustion but her mind still refused to settle, making her feel jittery despite herself. She gritted her teeth, clenching the sheets in her fists as she tossed and turned, trying to beat her bed into submission, as if that would somehow cure this never-ending insomnia.

“God damn it!” (Y/N) growled when sleep still refused to come, pushing herself up onto her elbows so she could hang her head over the pillow, trying her hardest not to scream out in frustration.

“Calm down, brat. You’re already an annoying pain in my ass, no need to make it worse.”

(Y/N)’s head jolted up in surprise, the voice so clear, so close in her ear that she could’ve sworn he was right next to her.

Levi.

It had been years since she had last seen him. Since she had escaped from the human trafficking operation with him and brought him back from the edge of death. It had been years since she had made the promise to see him again.

The thought made a pang of guilt rip through her chest. She had never forgotten him, not even for a second, but that didn’t mean she didn’t still feel as if she had betrayed him. She had tried her best to make it back down to the Underground, against her better judgment, but by the time she had finally made it back to that filthy, dilapidated house on the corner, they were already gone. She had searched for any sign of them, of the grumpy raven, the bright redhead, and the charming blonde, but it was almost as if they had never existed. She had left the Underground that day distraught and wondering if it all really had been just a dream, something her brain had conjured up as a way to cope with the trauma of the human trafficking ring.

But then why did his voice sound so real? So familiar? She could picture all of them so clearly, and a part of her could almost still smell the fresh linen scent that always radiated from Levi, even when he was laying in a pool of his own blood in the dingy basement of a madman. They were real, she knew that. They were also most likely dead. She knew that too.

Rolling onto her back, (Y/N) rested her laced hands on her stomach and stared at the ceiling, considering what she would say back if he were sitting beside her in that moment. A tiny quirk to her lips appeared as she remembered the way she used banter with the three of them, but what really made her smile was when she imagined Levi’s annoyed scowl, aimed right at her whenever she sassed back at him. She would’ve never told him to his face but she had loved riling him up with snarky comments and teasing remarks. His scowl was just so adorable sometimes, especially when he was wrapped in bandages and lying helplessly in his bed. It made him look like a pouting child who didn’t get his way, rather than the dangerous criminal she knew he was.

But that was what made it all the more thrilling, all the more enjoyable when standing by his side. He was the most feared thug in the Underground and yet he lowered his walls for her. It made her giddy, remembering the way he had briefly embraced her before she left, giving her a light squeeze, as if afraid to let her walk out the door.

Until the thoughts of their empty, abandoned house flashed back into her mind, reminding her that maybe he had been right to be afraid. It was almost as if he had known he was never going to see her again, but had let her walk out the door anyway, not wanting to drag her down with him.

Gods, she missed them. She thought it was pretty ridiculous to miss them as much as she did when she was only with them for a couple of weeks, most of which was spent in silence and dark tension as Levi’s life hung in a delicate balance, but she couldn’t help it. She just wanted to know that they were okay, and maybe, selfishly, get to see them one last time.

Closing her eyes, (Y/N) let the wave of grief wash over her before rolling onto her side and pulling the blankets up to her chin, burying her face in the warm sheets in a desperate attempt to seek comfort.

“Goodnight Levi, goodnight Farlan, goodnight Isabel,” (Y/N) whispered into the empty room. “Wish me luck tomorrow.”

“Doctor!”

(Y/N) was already standing and in the process of slinging her medical bag over her shoulder by the time Squad Leader Hanji kicked open her door to slam against the back wall. Hanji had always been known for their hyper, messy qualities, their energy always giving them an air of optimistic insanity, but one look at the scientist made adrenaline pump through (Y/N)’s veins, her heart pounding against her chest. 

Hanji was breathing so hard their voice came out brittle, their eyes wide and their hair yanked messily from their bun, the blood and dirt caked strands falling to leave dark streaks on their cheeks. They were leaning heavily against the door frame, their knuckles bleached white from the force with which they grasped the wood, forcing themself to stay standing despite their obvious pain and exhaustion.

“I’m here, where am I needed?” (Y/N) asked, whisking past Hanji only to pause and offer the squad leader a shoulder to lean on. They tried to wave (Y/N) off but the medic refused, allowing her comrade to lean heavily against her as they made their way to the infirmary.

“Emergency ward,” Hanji coughed. “Humanity’s Strongest is down; needs immediate care.”

Alarm flashed through (Y/N)’s system followed by a wave of dread. Humanity’s Strongest Soldier? She had never met the man, never even seen him in action or otherwise. All she had ever known of him were the rumors that had made their way to the infirmary or her office from her fellow medical staff and the patients who stayed for longer than a day in the infirmary wing. And now she was expected to heal him, the most powerful soldier in the Corps, the one man who holds the hope of all of humanity in his palms. If she were to fail in any way…

(Y/N) shook her head, forcing the negative thoughts from her mind. She had to focus, if she went into this unsure of herself, she’d never be able to succeed. “Thank you Hanji, don’t worry, I’ll take it from here. All I need you to do is get some rest and focus on healing, okay?”

Finally reaching the emergency wing, (Y/N) settled Hanji into the first empty bed she found, making sure the Squad Leader was properly tucked in with their leg supported and elevated before reluctantly leaving the rest to another doctor so she could find the one who needed her help the most. Turning around, (Y/N) spotted the bed in the next cubicle over, the white curtains drawn in front to cover the patient lying inside. She didn’t need another doctor to tell her who was behind those curtains.

Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) made her way over to the bed, shoving her nerves to the bottom of her stomach so she could focus solely on healing her newest patient. No matter his  status, his role in the war, his importance, he was still a human like any other, a human who needed her help. 

I can do this.

Giving herself one last moment to feel grounded, (Y/N) finally pulled the curtains aside, allowing her eyes to scan over her newest patient to assess the extent of the damage done to his body. Only, she didn’t get very far in her analysis before her jaw dropped, her eyes widening in shock.

It was Levi, her Levi, right in front of her.

After so many years apart, she couldn’t believe he was sitting right here, in the flesh. It was almost as if history was repeating itself. The sight of him laying in a bed, unconscious, already wrapped in bandages, made her think back to when they were in the Underground again, bundled into his old bedroom as she fought to keep him breathing.

It sparked her to jump back into action, fear flooding her system as she realized the  extent of his injuries. He looked so battered, his face bruised and bloodied. Pulling back the sheets revealed a hastily bandaged torso, blood already soaking through the creamy white fabric in several places. The skin of his legs was less damaged than the rest of him, but she could tell his femur in his left leg was fractured, several violent purple bruises blooming on the surface of his otherwise clear skin.

Swallowing thickly, (Y/N) forced her concern down as far she could to rest with her nervousness and snapped into clinical mode, her shaky breathing the only indication of her stressed state.

“Hang in there, Levi, I’m here. I’m gonna make you feel all better, just like I did last time, I promise.”

Nobody bothered her as she got to work, only interfering to hand her the tools she needed as she requested them. She didn’t speak unless she had to, focusing on carefully removing his bandages so she could get to work on stitching him back up. She paused for a second once the cloth had been stripped away, her fingers drifting softly over the puckered skin of the scars from the wounds she had healed in the past, before quickly shifting her attention back to the problem at hand.

She worked meticulously for hours, reminding herself to remain calm as she slowly threaded the stitches through his skin, taking special care to do it just as well, if not better than the first time she had ever stitched him up. She was grateful for her access to proper medical supplies, a tiny smile teasing at the corners of her lips as she thought about when she’d had to use ripped up old sheets for bandages that she’d then had to wash in a well several streets over.

Her back started to throb, sweat beading on her forehead as she finished closing the last of his open wounds and moved to work on setting his broken leg properly, but she barely even noticed the pain and exhaustion, her focus lasered on the man laying in the bed in front of her. A few doctors even tried to take over once his condition was no longer in the critical range, but (Y/N) refused without a second thought, unwilling to be moved from the person she had ached to see for so long, the person she thought might’ve been nothing more than a ghost.

Finally, as the sun was starting to sink behind the walls, casting the room in vibrant splashes of pink and gold, (Y/N) finished with the last bandage, gently placing the cloth underneath the silver bar of Levi’s new leg brace, tugging it gently to make sure it was securely fastened. Once she was sure nothing would come loose in his sleep, she leaned away, her hands on her hips as she arched her back in a stretch. Her eyes never left him. They constantly roamed over him, as if still disbelieving that he was here and alive and healing.

“Hey Doctor (L/N)!”

(Y/N) jumped out of her skin at the loud voice sounding behind her, whirling on the spot with wide eyes, as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t have.

“God, Micah, you can’t fucking scare me like that! What if I had still been working on the Captain?”

Micah, a spritely young nurse-in-training assigned under (Y/N)’s command, smiled widely at her in response, his arms coming up to fold in front of his chest. “Oh don’t worry, Teach, I knew you were done with him already. If I had thought you were still working, I never  would’ve considered sneaking up on you, but since you were just staring at him, I figured you might need someone to snap you out of it.”

(Y/N) blushed, both embarrassed and slightly annoyed. She loved Micah, she really did, he had always made sure to keep things interesting in the clinic. He never let things get too dull despite their already hectic careers, but sometimes he could be a little too perceptive. He was a smart kid, in spite of what his chaotic energy seemed to suggest, and he knew how to use it when least expected.

“I wasn’t staring at him, I was just making sure I did all of the stitching and bandaging right. You know how high profile he is, what if I messed something up just because I was being careless right at the end?” (Y/N) said, busying herself with cleaning the leftover supplies to avoid having to meet her pupil’s gaze.

His cheeky grin suggested she didn’t need to make eye contact for him to see right through her lie. “Sure you were. I bet you were also making sure none of his abs were damaged on the mission, right?”

(Y/N) sent a dark glare his way but couldn’t stop the slight twitch of her lips. She couldn’t help it when she was around the kid. He could definitely be annoying at times when he wouldn’t mind his own business, but he always knew how to make her laugh.

“Ah hah! I knew I was right!”

“Shut up, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” (Y/N) snapped, her blush now extending to the tips of her ears.

“Hey, I think it’s cute that you have the hots for the Captain!” Micah said with his hands held up in defense. “I don’t know how you plan on getting his attention though, he’s never been one for relationships as far as I’ve heard. But no matter what, I’m here to support you every step of the way, Teach!”

(Y/N) bent over Levi to tuck the covers underneath him and hide the genuine smile that  graced her lips at Micah’s comment, making sure to wipe most of it from her features before turning to face him. His eyes were still glittering warmly when she walked by him, so she made sure to give him an affectionate slap on the arm as she passed, smiling wider at the snicker he let loose in response. They were just about to leave for dinner, to take a break before getting in the shower and heading to bed when (Y/N) paused, casting one last glance over her shoulder at the comatose Captain still sleeping soundly.

“You know, I think I might have a few ideas for this one.”

“Four Eyes, get out of my way, I’m fine.”

Hanji scoffed, placing their hands on their hips as they met Levi’s glare with a menacing look of their own, refusing to back down from their spot in front of the emergency ward door.

“Absolutely not, Levi. You have to stay in bed and rest, doctor’s orders.”

“You’re not in bed resting,” Levi bit back in annoyance, his brows furrowed.

“That’s because I had a badly sprained ankle and was suffering through a burnout from the lack of food and hydration. I was released after a couple days of rest and nutrients. You, on the other hand, have a broken leg, several sizable gashes, and a concussion, there’s a difference.”

“I said I feel fine.”

“I don’t care how you feel, the doctor said you have to stay in bed so you are going to stay right here until they deem it appropriate for you to leave. Until then, if I have to tie you down to the headboard, I will.”

Levi raised a brow, “Sorry, Shitty Glasses, I’m not into that kinky shit.”

Hanji snorted, “Since when?”

Levi sent a dark scowl her way and once again attempted to stand up, only to get forcefully shoved back onto the mattress by a gleeful Hanji.

“It won’t matter if I get hurt walking around if all you’re going to do is break more of my bones shoving me back into bed,” Levi grumped when the impact of his short fall made him wince with the jolt of pain to his leg.

“If that’s what I have to do to get you to stay put, then I will.”

Levi gave Hanji a choice hand gesture in response to that one, only to have them stick their tongue out in return, making his nose wrinkle at their childish antics.

“Who the fuck confined me to this bed anyway but isn’t brave enough to tell it to my face? Which doctor is supposed to be assigned to me?”

Hanji opened their mouth to answer but was promptly interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind them, prompting the scientist to move aside. Levi’s frown suddenly relaxed, his expression giving way to one of pure astonishment as he took in the sight of his doctor leaning against the door frame, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes sparkling with unfiltered joy.

She looked good, he realized, healthy, so different from how she had looked after spending so much time in that filthy house the human trafficking ring was held in. Her hair was full of volume and color, and looked so silky his fingers were tempted to run themselves through it. Her skin appeared soft and damn near glowing, completely devoid of the dirt and blood that had covered it for days in the Underground. The only thing that hadn’t changed was her eyes. They were still so full of hope and a brightness that not even the darkest corners of the Underground were able to smother. The same brightness she had turned to him with whenever he grew too pessimistic, eager to show him the glass half full. It was never a naive hope, she was never clueless to the dire nature of their situation, but she had always had that spark in her gaze, the one that still haunted Levi’s dreams to this day.

He realized after a moment that he was staring and quickly averted his eyes, trying to hide the fact that he had not heard a single thing that was spoken since she had entered the room. Her smile only got wider at his bashful expression, her arms unfolding as she pushed away from the doorframe to shuffle further into the room.

“I don’t think you heard me, I said that I am the doctor who confined you to this bed and will be looking after you for the next few weeks of your recovery.”

Levi nodded slowly, his words lodged in his throat, feeling as if his mouth was stuffed with cotton. He knew Hanji was staring at him, confused at his strange behavior, but he couldn’t find it in himself to slip his mask back into place, even to hide from the infinite teasing he was sure would come later from the titan freak.

He couldn’t help it, the woman he had been dreaming about since the day she had walked out of his house was right in front of him, in the flesh, alive and healthy. He didn’t think he would ever see her again, despite his promise to Farlan. He felt as if he were looking at a ghost. A very physical, happy, living ghost.

(Y/N)’s smile turned softer, almost a little melancholy, as if she could also see the memories that were flashing across his mind rapid fire, rendering him speechless. “Hello, Levi.”

Swallowing thickly, Levi raised his head and met her gaze, his hair raising uncomfortably at the way she made his heart pound against his ribcage.

“Hey, (Y/N).”

Hanji’s loud squawk of surprise and indignation broke the spell in the room, making Levi’s scowl return full force.

“Wait a fucking second, you know each other!? And you didn’t tell me?”

“It wasn’t as if we had the chance, Four Eyes, stop shouting.”

“B-But you guys know each other!”

“Yeah, and?” Levi grumbled, crossing his arms stubbornly over his chest.

(Y/N) chuckled at the raven’s pouty expression, the bright, lovely sound he hadn’t heard in so long making his frown relax slightly.

“Well, how did you two meet? How long have you known each other? What drove you two apart? How do you feel now that you two are back together again? Holy shit, were you two lovers!? Does that mean you-”

“Shut. Up. Hanji!” Levi snapped, a foreign panic rising in his chest as the scientist continued to ask him questions rapidfire.

Thankfully, (Y/N) merely laughed again at Hanji’s overexcitement and intervened before Levi could blow a gasket. Sending a reassuring glance his way, she moved from behind the scientist to stand by Levi’s bedside, fiddling with the supplies on a nearby tray table to make sure they were all organized for when she would need to use them next.

“No, no, Hanji, it was nothing like that. I met Levi when I was brought Underground by my master to learn how to treat leg injuries. He was there for me when a group of thugs thought it would be a fun idea to jump me when my master and I got separated. Ever since then, we’ve interacted a few more times, but my training as a medic and Levi’s new ranking as Captain kept us from seeing each other too often.”

Levi frowned as Hanji tittered happily at the story, a beaming smile on their face as they stopped teasing him and left with a departing wave, finally giving the pair some privacy.

When the door to the private room was closed, (Y/N) turned back to Levi, finally allowing the tears she had been holding back to flow down her cheeks.

Before he could react, she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him as gently as possible despite her obvious excitement to stay mindful of his healing injuries. His eyes widened, his hands hovering in the air over her waist, twitching nervously as his brain  short-circuited and he fought to regain control of himself. He was still trying to process the fact that he was being hugged for the first time since his friends had died when (Y/N) pulled away, not minding his frozen state of shock. Wiping away her tears, she sent him a sympathetic smile.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, now concerned she had overstepped some boundaries, “I’m just… really glad you’re alive.”

Levi finally managed to reboot his brain and shook himself out of his stupor, mentally slapping himself for letting himself be so affected by this woman. “Why did you lie?”

“Huh?” (Y/N) asked, confused by the sudden change in topic.

“To Four Eyes just a minute ago. Why did you lie to them about how we met?”

“Oh, that.” (Y/N) said, turning away from him to check his chart, “I knew if I told them the truth that not only would they tease both of us, mainly you, but that it would also spread like wildfire. I enjoy Hanji’s company and I think they are a very sweet person but they aren't the best at keeping secrets. I figured getting credit for something I was happy to do anyway wasn’t worth possibly tarnishing your reputation.”

Levi shook his head, “But you saved me, not the other way around.”

“You saved me more than you think, Levi,” (Y/N) mumbled quietly as she faced him again, reaching out to gently rotate his non-broken leg to check on a gash he had sliced along his calf.

“What?”

“I said that maybe I’ll tell her the truth someday, when you’re all healed and have a chance to escape from her jokes and teasing remarks,” (Y/N) said in a louder voice for him to hear.

He still looked skeptical but dropped the subject, grateful for her consideration of his feelings even if they didn’t sit right with him. Leaning back on his palms, Levi reclined against the feeling of her soft hands on him and sighed. Gods, he had missed the way she touched him.

That sudden thought made him jolt slightly. What the fuck?

“Oh, did that hurt?” (Y/N) asked, pulling her hands back in alarm, afraid she had pressed too hard on one of his wounds.

Levi quickly waved her off and forced himself to relax again, trying his best to ignore how good it felt to have her touching him. It was quiet for a long moment, the air thick with unresolved tension as (Y/N) worked on cleaning his injuries and replacing his old bandages with fresh ones. He felt as if he had so much to say to her and yet had no way of forcing them off the edge of his tongue. A muscle twitched in his jaw as he ground his teeth together, trying to pin at least one thought down, something, anything he could use to fill the tense atmosphere.

“I’m glad too,” Levi eventually said, “that you’re alive.”

He immediately wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole the minute the words left his mouth, his breath catching in his throat when (Y/N) paused in her efforts to patch him up.

When she finally looked back up at him, she had more tears in her eyes, but a large, watery smile tugged at her lips.

“Thank you, Levi.”

After that first day, (Y/N) spent every moment she could with Levi. While part of that was due to the injuries he sustained and her duty to heal him to the best of her ability, it was clear that wasn’t all there was to their time spent together to anyone who was paying attention. Especially when she spent even her free moments and breaks by his side. He had tried to convince her that she didn’t need to spend every waking moment with him, afraid she was wasting time she could be spending doing something relaxing or productive, but (Y/N) held firm, refusing to leave him unless she really had to. Thankfully, due to Levi’s importance, her duties were almost completely relegated to his care for the time being, so she didn’t have to worry too much about the other patients in the infirmary, trusting her fellow colleagues to take care of them for her while she worked on Humanity’s Strongest.

She felt especially compelled to stay by his side when she learned of the deaths of Isabel and Farlan, the pair dying to an abnormal titan during a severe thunderstorm just three months prior. It killed her to learn that the sweet redhead and charming blonde were gone, but she couldn’t even begin to imagine the kind of pain Levi was in. He had tried to put on a brave face, a mask to hide his pain, but (Y/N) saw through it as if she were looking through glass, possibly the only person who really could.

Grieving together had been a testament to the strength of their friendship, the pair only growing closer as the days passed and they learned to cope through each other and the time they spent together. 

The thought brought a smile to (Y/N)’s face as she made her way through the near empty halls, her arms full with the tray of food she was on her way to bring to Levi from the dining hall. She normally would’ve asked someone else to do this for her so she could continue to stay by Levi’s side, but she needed to stretch her legs a little and she trusted Levi enough at this point to stay put when she asked him to.

He had fought her on that the first few days of his healing process, just as he had in the Underground when she was healing him so many years ago, but she found he couldn’t really say no to her when she asked him nicely. She knew he was getting restless, eager to rejoin the ranks and start up on his training routine again, but she also knew he would only injure himself further if he rushed into things. Shaking her head at the thought of the grumpy, energetic man, she shifted the tray to one hand so she could use the other to dig through her pockets for her keys.

Levi had been moved to her room just the other day. It had been Hanji’s idea, the brunette suggesting the arrangement with unbridled glee, much to Levi’s chagrin. It was a sound idea and made sense given the situation, but (Y/N) couldn’t help but wonder if the scientist had an ulterior motive based on the near feral smile they had flashed at Levi when (Y/N) had agreed. In the end, the arrangement had worked out. Having him in her room proved to be better functionally, giving her plenty of time and room to focus on nothing but his improving health.

Fitting the keys into the lock, (Y/N) pushed the door open with her hip and fought to keep a disappointed expression when she found Levi standing in front of her bookshelf, his piercing eyes flitting over the many various titles. It was endearing, almost a little charming to see the fierce captain of the Survey Corps idly standing in her office, waiting for her to return. It was almost as if he was supposed to be there, as if he belonged there. It was oddly domestic.

Shoving that thought to the side, (Y/N) placed her tray of food on her desk and made her way to his side, placing her hands on her hips in as stern of a manner as she could. “You sir, are supposed to be in bed resting. What are you doing up?”

Levi at least had the decency to look a little cowed despite the scowl he threw in her direction. “I just wanted something to read. I’ve got to have something to do when your annoying voice isn’t here to keep me constantly distracted.”

“First of all, my voice is not annoying,” (Y/N) said with a huff, ignoring the way he playfully scoffed in mock disbelief. “Secondly, if you really wanted something to read, you know you could’ve asked me. You just wanted an excuse to ignore my orders.”

He shrugged but didn’t deny it. For a fraction of a second, (Y/N) almost thought she saw the corner of his mouth twitch up into a smile, but it was gone just as quickly as it had come. Maybe it had just been a trick of the light.

“Either way, you still need to get back to bed. Your body won’t heal any faster if you spend all your time undoing my hard work with your incessant need to be entertained.”

Levi’s nose wrinkled as he finally turned to face her, begrudgingly following her back to her bedroom. “I don’t need to be coddled.”

“Hm, are you sure about that?” (Y/N) asked with a soft cackle when she glanced back to see the aghast look on his face. “Come on, doctor’s orders, which means you have no choice but to listen to me if you wanna get back out in the field.”

Levi didn’t respond but eventually crawled back under the sheets of her bed, batting her hands away when she tried to help him. She giggled at his reluctance to accept her help, even after all this time, and busied herself instead with grabbing the tray of food from her office. Once he had settled himself back against the pillows, (Y/N) placed the tray on his lap and perched on the edge of the bed so she could ensure that he ate properly. He rolled his eyes at her mother henning tendencies but didn’t push her away as he dug into the vegetable stew and bread she had brought for him.

“Just out of curiosity,” (Y/N) asked after a few moments of silence, “what book were you interested in reading when you were looking at my shelf?”

Levi glanced at her over his bowl of soup, taking his time to swallow the bite in his mouth before responding. “There’s the sequel to a horror novel I was reading before the mission. I was thinking of maybe finishing the series now that I’m being forced to relax against my will.”

(Y/N) beamed at him with the most smug expression she could manage, her smile only widening when he gave her an unimpressed look. “Well, you said earlier that my annoying voice is a good distraction. Would you let me read to you? It’ll help pass the time.”

She could tell he was thinking about it, debating on whether or not it was safe to admit that he liked when she read to him. She could almost see the gears turning in his head as he considered her proposition, before he eventually nodded. She was out of her seat before he had even finished giving her an answer, rushing back into her office to grab the novel of his choice.

(Y/N) knew she was probably being a little unprofessional, she hardly ever read to her patients unless she knew they weren’t going to make it. But she found she didn’t care as she plopped herself down beside Levi once more and peeled the book open to flip to the first page. She knew she was probably being a bit selfish as she scooted closer to him after the first few chapters, leaning into him just the slightest amount to absorb the heat that seemed to radiate from his body. But she found she didn’t care about that either as Levi leaned back into her touch just an inch, almost to the point where she couldn’t feel it. But she knew, she knew in the way the blush rose back into his cheeks, in the way his muscles relaxed just a tad, in the way his heart sped up against her shoulder.

Levi didn’t talk to her much, but (Y/N) felt closer to him than she ever had before. Although the pair slept in different rooms, him on her bed in her bedroom and her on the couch in her office, there was something inexplicably intimate about sharing living quarters. She was constantly around him, slowly but surely getting to know Levi all over again. His recovery time seemed to rapidly decrease with every passing day, the strong young man healing way faster than anybody other than (Y/N) was prepared for. She knew any day now he would be cleared for duty once more, and the two of them would go right back to their own lives, their separate daily routines.

The thought sent a spear of something sour to (Y/N)’s stomach but she refused to acknowledge it. She was unwilling to let her own feelings for him get in the way of his recovery. She was happy for him, he would finally be free from her constant nagging and be able to live his own life for the first time in weeks. Swallowing the bitter taste in her mouth and pushing away all selfish thoughts of wanting to keep him by her side, (Y/N) prepared to enter the infirmary where she would be getting the results for Levi’s final physical examination, proof that he was finally fully healed of all injuries.

“Doctor (L/N)!”

(Y/N) turned at the sound of Micah calling her name, surprised to see the young nurse standing beside Squad Leader Hanji, both of whom were wearing what looked to be shit-eating grins, even from their current distance. (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed but she made her way over to the pair.

“Micah! What can I do for you?”

“I was just coming by to give you the good news! There was a slight mix-up in the scheduling, so now you will be conducting Captain Levi’s final examination!”

(Y/N)’s brow raised as she turned to Hanji, looking for further explanation. The scientist’s expression was immediately sheepish, a hand coming up to rub at the back of their neck. “Heh, sorry, (Y/N). It was my fault, I didn’t realize I had a meeting scheduled for this time today, I thought it was going to be tomorrow. Would you mind performing the exam? Shorty will probably prefer to have you touching him anyway.”

“What?” (Y/N) balked.

“Nothing, nothing,” Hanji said with a dismissive wave of their hand, “I just mean he doesn’t like people getting close to him, especially me. He’ll prefer it if it's someone he trusts.”

“Oh,” (Y/N) said, beratting herself for thinking Hanji’s words could mean anything other than something innocent. “Of course I’ll perform the exam, thank you for the heads up!”

“Sure thing, boss!” Micah said, clapping a hand on her shoulder before striding away with Hanji, the two darting around the corner as if they had stolen something. (Y/N) watched after them for a moment but figured their odd behavior could be addressed later. For now, she had a very important patient to take care of.

Levi was sitting at the edge of the infirmary bed in nothing but his boxers when the door clicked open. It made sense, he was supposed to be having a full body physical examination to make sure he was properly healed for duty, he just wasn’t expecting to come face to face with the very woman he was in love with. He fought the urge to blush as (Y/N) stopped short in her tracks for a fraction of a second, her eyes giving his exposed form a quick once over before she seemed to remember herself and averted her gaze with an embarrassed cough.

“I-I’m sorry, I thought… Shitty Glasses said they’d be back in a moment and to get undressed for the exam,” Levi mumbled, cursing himself when he stumbled over his words.

(Y/N) waved her hands in front of her face, “Not a problem at all, Levi! You’ve done everything right, there was just a change of plan, that’s all! Squad Leader Hanji had an impromptu meeting to go to so I’m going to be giving your exam instead.”

“Of course they did,” Levi muttered. “Figures.”

“What was that?”

“I said let’s just get this over with.”

(Y/N) nodded once, dragging over a tray of tools to get started. His eyes never left her, watching her every move. Even so, the first touch of her hands against his cheeks made him flinch in his seat. Thankfully, she ignored the impulsive movement and instead focused on checking his eyes, a small flashlight held up to examine them.

“Your pupils are quite dilated, are you feeling okay?”

Levi hummed an affirmative and even though she didn’t look entirely convinced, it wasn’t long before she moved on, running her fingers as gently as possible down his jaw and throat, massaging along his collarbone to test for soreness or unaccounted for aching. He grunted at the feeling of her magical fingers ghosting over his skin, but was otherwise unreactive, sitting as still as possible to avoid getting in the way of her work. No matter his feelings for her, this was her area of expertise, her passion, the last thing he wanted to do was inhibit that with his stupid emotions.

A light pinch to his nipple snapped him back to reality, a choked noise wrestling from his throat without his permission at the unexpected touch. “Sorry! Sorry! I thought I saw a scratch and I wanted to make sure it wasn’t bleeding. It’s just an old blood blister scar.”

Levi nodded woodenly, suddenly a lot more aware of her touch as she continued to descend down his chest. Her fingers brushed over his pecs and down his abs like water, making his whole body shiver. But it wasn’t until she kneeled to the ground, her hands gripping his thighs and massaging along his calves that he felt himself start to lose control, his pants tightening under her delicious attention. His eyes widened in horror, but he had no way of fixing the situation without drawing attention to himself.

“Levi? Are you alright? Your face is a little flushed, I’m not hurting you, am I?”

Levi shook his head fervently, not trusting himself to speak. (Y/N) scrutinized him, once again not sure if she should believe him or not. He looked unnecessarily flustered, and she couldn’t figure out why. Was she making him uncomfortable? She was trying to be as professional with her touches as possible but maybe that didn’t matter. Hanji had said he hated when other people touched him.

“Okay then, I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable, we’re almost done.”

Levi nodded stiffly again, too focused on how to get out of this situation with his dignity still intact to correct her. His legs shook, his breathing labored as she finished off with his feet and moved back up his legs, since they had received more damage than some of the other parts of him in the fight. She was reaching his inner thighs again, opening her mouth to ask him to turn around, hoping to finish up as quickly as possible for his sake when she saw it. She couldn’t help the squeak that fled from her mouth when she finally realized what was bothering him so much.

What had once been a tense but calm atmosphere suddenly turned to chaos as Levi reacted instinctively, pushing (Y/N) away from him with one hand while his other flew in front of his crotch, his face flushed such a deep red, (Y/N) would’ve been worried about him having a fever had they not been in their current situation. She fell back against the floor, her palms flying out behind her to catch herself as she stared with wide eyes at the normally stoic man and the way he refused to meet her gaze, his free hand moving up to cover his mouth in pure mortification. It took her a moment for her brain to work properly, but once it did, she reverted once more back into a more professional mode, knowing that if she didn’t do something to comfort him, the situation could end in disaster.

“Hey, Levi, i-it’s okay! It’s not your fault!”

“What do you mean it’s not my fault!?” Levi spat. “You didn’t ask for this, I just couldn’t- it happened but-”

Levi cut himself off, moving the hand that had been in front of his mouth to cover his eyes instead, unable to even think of facing the woman in front of him. He had never felt so embarrassed in his life. Not only did he manage to ruin the one special connection he had in his life with the single person he always wanted to be around, but he reacted by shoving her to the floor the minute he fucked up. He felt like bolting, his legs tensing and ready to spring. Or throwing up, his stomach squeezing painfully tight as the thought of what just happened replayed in his head over and over. 

The feeling of a light touch on his knee made him shudder, but he refused to knock her hand away, not after his earlier reaction had sent her sprawling to the ground.

“It was my fault, Levi, I shouldn’t have been touching you so lightly or so much. I was just trying to give you this physical exam but obviously I wasn’t being careful or aware enough. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

Levi shook his head but didn’t respond, keeping his eyes hidden behind the comfort of his palm. He knew it was childish, hiding from her, he was going to have to look at her at some point, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He had never been in a situation like this before and he was scrambling. He was tempted to search for the nearest knife and slit his throat, hoping that in doing so, he’d finally be able to escape the horror of the situation.

But he couldn’t move, frozen by the hand burning his skin where (Y/N) touched him. She wasn’t letting him go and he was too mortified to speak and ask her to move. He didn’t want her to anyway, a small, selfish part of him chided, making him press his face even further into the comfort of his own hand.

“If it’s any consolation, Levi, I didn’t exactly hate it. I find it flattering, even, that you enjoy my touch.”

“It’s only yours,” Levi mumbled, still unable to look at her. “You’re the only one who makes me feel this way.”

(Y/N)’s smile could’ve rivaled the sun even though he couldn’t see it. Her heart was pounding, both from the nature of their situation and the weight of his confession. His words filled her chest with so much warmth, she felt as if she had already melted into liquid gold. “You’re the only one who makes me feel that way too, Levi.”

That got his attention, his hands dropping from his face so fast, it was clear he even forgot about his embarrassment. It made (Y/N) giggle at him, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek. He hesitated a moment before leaning into the touch, his eyes glittering with something akin to hope.

“Really? Are you sure?”

(Y/N) leaned forward, making sure to look him in the eye and give him time to pull away before gently connecting their lips. He shivered under her touch, just as he had always done, and only took a moment to swallow the shock in his system before meeting the coupling of their mouths with more enthusiasm. She nearly purred in response, tilting her head to slot them closer together.

Levi figured he must be dreaming, there was absolutely no way that the woman he had been pining for ever since she had left the Underground loved him as much as he loved her. It just wasn’t possible for someone so amazing, so compassionate and beautiful to love him like that. But here she was, kissing him senseless, and dream or not, he was going to take full advantage. Pressing closer, Levi snaked his tongue out to lap at her bottom lip, his body damn near vibrating at the lustful groan she let out in response, not hesitating to let him into her mouth. Her tongue tangled with his, fighting him for dominance as she pushed herself up onto his lap while he scooted back on the bed to give them more room. The hand that wasn’t cupping her jaw rested against her waist, pulling her into him as they continued their lip lock until he was lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.

They were both panting for air, but they refused to move too far from each other, resting their heads against one another as they soaked in the intimacy of the moment. Forgotten was the physical exam, the infirmary they were in, the people probably waiting for them outside, the world had narrowed into nothing but the two of them, basking in their feelings for one another.

“Do you really mean it?” Levi whispered, unable to hold himself back from expressing his biggest concern.

(Y/N) scoffed good-naturedly and leaned back to look him in the eye. “What about that kiss told you I wasn’t serious?”

As if to solidify her statement, she leaned in for another quick kiss, swiping her tongue across his lips but pulling back before he could pull it into his mouth to suck. He pouted at her but was quickly satiated when he felt an unbearably warm palm cradle his clothed cock, giving a gentle squeeze for good measure. (Y/N)’s smile only widened at the groan of pleasure he let out in response, his hips canting once into her palm before he could stop himself.

“You know, I still technically have to finish giving you a physical exam. Just to make sure you aren’t still injured. I think it would be best to thoroughly check as many places as I possibly can.”

His blood heated at her words, and although he longed to lunge forward and capture her lips in another intoxicating kiss, he decided to indulge in her charade instead. “I agree, in fact, there is one particular area I’m especially worried about.”

Rocking his hips up, Levi rubbed himself against the hand still resting over his length, turning his voice whiny with a desperation that was only half exaggerated for her benefit. “Please, it hurts…”

(Y/N) felt as if she could fry eggs on her cheeks, but refused to let her embarrassment get the better of her, focusing more on the immense excitement flowing through her veins at the whimper in Levi’s usually stoic tone of voice. “Well, what kind of doctor would I be if I just let my favorite patient suffer? I think I know just the thing to cure this ailment of yours.”

Levi couldn’t hold back the wave of pure electricity he felt spider down his spine as (Y/N) slithered off his lap to kneel on the floor, her hands moving from the tent in his boxers to his thighs. She ghosted her fingers over his skin, reveling in the gooseflesh that littered the trail of her hands, and moved to pull the fabric from his hips. She kept her movements slow to give him time to change his mind, but Levi eagerly lifted his hips to assist her. She looked up at him, only to bite her lip at the hungry desire in his gaze, his bangs falling over his eyes to give him an even more dangerous look. She pulled his boxers all the way down his legs before tossing them somewhere uncaringly behind her, drawing her attention instead to the scarlet, leaking cock right in front of her.

“My, my,” (Y/N) hummed, “This is worse than I thought.”

Levi flushed darker but didn’t comment, merely reaching down to stroke himself twice in front of her, impatiently waiting for her to do something, anything. He choked back a growl of impatience when she just continued to watch him, her hands tickling his inner thighs as she considered something to herself. He wished he had a bit more self control, the last thing he wanted to do was come off as pushy, but he was quickly losing the ability to keep himself in check, not with her looking at him like that.

Just as he was about to say something, (Y/N) raised her hand and motioned for him to turn around, a sly look of something positively mischievous in her eyes. Holding back the whine that threatened to pry from his lips, Levi did as he was told, turning around so that he was facing away from her with his legs tucked beneath him.

(Y/N) was quick to bring her hands up to his back, raking her fingers down his muscles as she pretended to look for more injuries on him. He had to bite his tongue as her fingers gently skittered over his shoulder blades and down his spine, her nails coming to curl against his lower back, just above his hips. By the time she had made her way back up to the nape of his neck, he was squirming in his seat, his skin tingling with sensitivity despite his every effort to come off as unaffected. 

He’d had no idea he was even sensitive on his back, but every light scrape of her nails, every ghost of her fingertips along his ribs or down his spine made whimpers squeak out of his throat. His dick weeped at the attention, throbbing with every light scratch she inflicted on him until her hands suddenly wrapped themselves around his waist to rest on his stomach. She was teasing him, testing the limits of his barely-held-together patience, and he didn’t know whether he loved her or hated her for it. She pressed her chest to his back, resting her chin on his shoulder so she could bite and lick at his throat while her hands creeped their way down to his groin.

“You’re all clear on your back, baby,” (Y/N) purred in his ear, stopping just shy of his weeping sex. “You can turn around whenever you’re ready.”

Levi snapped, all of his usually impenetrable patience lost as he whirled around and latched onto her hips with a bruising grip, yanking her back onto his lap before she could get a word in edgewise. She squealed in delight, her hands reaching out to smooth over his chest and shoulders affectionately. He paused only for a moment to grab the lotion originally meant for soothing his muscles off the tray table, pouring a healthy amount into his hand to stuff into her needy cunt with two long fingers. She responded with a fiery kiss to his lips, using her free hand to drag her skirt and panties down her legs until they were far enough down for her to kick them away. The sloppy sounds of her pussy were audible as he pumped his fingers in and out, but she still appreciated his thought to use lube considering how little time they had for actual foreplay.

He was a little clumsy, his fingers exploring a bit aimlessly to find the spot he knew would make her taste the stars, but she found that he was a quick learner, immediately responding to any sign of pleasure from her until he was curling his fingertips perfectly against her spongy g-spot.

“Fuck! Levi… Levi, I’m ready. I need you inside me, now.”

His cock twitched at her breathy command but he didn’t let up for a few strokes yet, making sure she was soaked to his liking before sliding his fingers from her. She watched in lustful disbelief as he brought his hand to his lips, licking her slick clean from his skin. He held her gaze with a look full of dark promises, refusing to break it until he had sucked the last of her from his fingers, closing his eyes as he slurped with a final satisfied flourish.

“Delicious,” his voice was the crunch of gravel in the middle of the night. Rich lust gulped down his irises until there was nothing but a slim ring of silver left, completely enraptured by the stunning woman on his lap. (Y/N) was speechless, her mind a soupy mess of desire, but she wasn’t helpless. Levi let out a hiss when her supple palm wrapped once more around his length, angling him toward her entrance as she rose to her knees, straddling him more suitably now. He brushed his hand against her hip, stopping her just long enough to bore his final ask of consent into her. When he found nothing but a mirror to his own eagerness, he replaced her hand with his own and guided himself up, slipping easily into her velvety heat.

The two moaned out in unison as they were joined for the first time, attacking each other’s lips and devouring each other’s sounds until they were drowning in their need for air. Levi couldn’t wait, but it seemed as if (Y/N) was a bit more impatient than she was letting on, because she provided no resistance when he started to move inside her, swirling his hips up into her so that his cock nudged against that pleasure spot deep inside her. (Y/N) gasped and trembled, leaning her head back to give him room to explore. While he licked up the side of her neck, sucking dark bruises into her otherwise unblemished skin, (Y/N) dragged more trails of fire up his back, clawing him up like a cat as each thrust into her pliant body picked up in speed and intensity.

“God fuck, you’re so tight,” Levi murmured into her skin, nipping at her earlobe before soothing the sting with his tongue.

(Y/N) keened and removed her hands from his back, instead scrambling to rip at the buttons on the front of her shirt. Levi leaned back when the sound of tearing fabric sounded throughout the room, his eyes widening at the sight of her bare breasts teasing him through the ruins of her uniform.

“Damn, no bra? You were just waiting for this to happen, weren’t you, kitten? So eager for my cock, and I’ve barely even started.”

(Y/N) moaned, her jaw dropping as each thrust forced the air from her lungs until she was gasping. “B-Been waiting for this for a long time, Levi. Ever since t-the Underg-ground. Besides, don’t act like y-you’re above this, you love b-being inside me too, don’t you?”

Levi’s breath hitched, his eyes widening at her confession before he began to ravage the woman on top of him. He couldn’t believe it, hadn’t even dared to fathom that she could’ve had any feelings for him when she left. She was a goddess who had healed him out of the goodness of her heart, that was all. There was no way such a fantastic person could’ve ever loved the criminal rat from the filthy Underground sticks. But here she was, confessing to the very thing he had always hoped for but never allowed himself to entertain.

“Oh fuck, is that even a question? I love your pussy, my new f-favorite place to be.”

Thrusting somehow faster, his nails digging into her ass and the bottoms of her thighs hard enough to make crescent shapes dot her skin, Levi breathed back his own secret. “I’ve been waiting for this too, made a promise to Farlan that I would be with you one day.”

(Y/N) immediately latched onto Levi’s skin, kissing and biting sloppy marks up and down his neck to smother the sound of her obscene moans as she came all over him. Her body shook on top of him, her pussy clenching him hard enough to have colors exploding behind his eyelids. He busied himself with ducking down to roll his tongue across her pert nipples, sucking and nipping at the soft mounds as he rode her through her climax and started to chase his own.

“~Hah, hah, hah…” Levi panted as he broke away from her skin, a string of saliva connecting him to her now mottled flesh as he pistoned harder, flesh slapping loudly with every scoop of his hips. He was so fucking close, he could almost taste it. (Y/N) was still shaking in his hold, her fingers refusing to loosen from the muscles in his back as his continued motions started to bleed into overstimulation. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, landing like raindrops on Levi's neck as he was thrown over the edge, his back arching as a wet gasping noise tore itself from his throat. His hips jerked as he spilled inside of her, painting her already dripping walls white with his release.

It was only after he had spurted the last few ropes of cum into her pussy that Levi finally stopped, collapsing against her with his arms lazily looped around her waist. (Y/N) grunted at the sudden weight pressing against her but didn’t push him away, merely scratching the coarse hair of his undercut before moving up into his silkier raven strands. They fought to catch their breath, ghosting their lips over one another every once in a while as they allowed the silence to permeate the space.

“Did we just-?”

“Yeah,” Levi grunted.

(Y/N) chuckled, warming his heart and chasing away any possible doubts that could’ve surfaced in his mind. “Looks like you’re all better now, no notable injuries. At least, none that will hinder your physical activity.”

Levi snorted, giving her waist a spiteful squeeze, “Yeah, except for the new ones you left on my back and neck, brat.”

(Y/N) swooped in to press her lips to his kiss-swollen ones. “Well, I happen to know a pretty good doctor who might be willing to help you with those.”

Levi grinned at her, “Send her to my office later tonight, I might have a few ideas on how she can make it up to me.”

“I will, but only if you promise to take her out to dinner sometime afterwards.”

Levi nodded and held her close. Who was he to deny such a request? Afterall, he had a promise from Farlan to keep, and he’d be a damn idiot to let the chance pass him by.

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[unloved-cadillac]

Hey Caddy! How about a cute day with Levi his wife and son? just a cute morning to night and just how they spent time together :D tysm I greatly admire your works :D

C/n: ooooooo new character check. Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍

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A Lovely Day. (Levi x Reader)

It almost a custom to wake up to yours and Levi’s five year old son hands all over your faces early in the morning. Abel would just pull himself on the bed and force his way in between you and Levi, cuddling into you, stealing Levi’s position. “Hey.” Levi says groggily and looks at his son holding you. You chuckle, eyes still closed, and hold Abel close to you. “Morning, baby.” You greet Abel. “Morning, Mama.” Levi looks at you as you open your eyes. “Morning, other baby.” You say and kiss his cheek. “Wow, I’ve been deranked.” He says and kisses you back.

“Let’s go brush our teeth and have some breakfast.” You say and Abel sits up. “Can we have waffles today?” Abel asks politely and you nod. “Of course. Let’s go.” You help him down and Abel runs off. Levi gets up and wraps his arms around your waist, laying his chin on your shoulder. “Why do they get so big so quickly?” He asks and you sigh. “I have no idea.” You say and he kisses your shoulder.

After washing up, you and Levi make your way downstairs to see Abel sitting by the island. “Can I help?” Abel asks you and you kiss the top of his head. “Sure. You’ll be my little sous chef today.” You say and Abel nods. Levi pinches his chubby cheeks then kisses both. “Had a good sleep, Abe?” He asks and Abel nods. Levi smiles and pars his head.

Abel jumps out the chair and begins to help you make the waffles. Levi sits down after making his tea and watches the both of you. “Now mix, mix, mix!” You say and hold Abel’s hand which held the spoon and mix the waffle mixture. Abel’s giggles filled the air and Levi chuckled. “Good boy. Now let’s check the pan.” You turn around and spray some oil on the waffle pan and Abel watches how you carefully fill the pan and press it down.

After it was made, your family sat down and ate. Abel had fruit and whipped cream with his, Levi had just syrup and you had it with strawberries. Breakfast was finished and you were busy cleaning up the kitchen while Abel went to watch his morning cartoons. Levi comes from behind you and hugs you. “Hi.” You greet and he lays his chin on your shoulder. “Hi. I miss you.”

“Honey, I’m just washing the dishes!” You chuckle and Levi buried his nose in your neck. Suddenly you and Levi feel a little body move in between you, making Levi pull away. “I want a hug too.” Abel says and makes grabby hands to Levi. You laugh as you look at your clingy son. But it was bound to happen. Every day and night ever since you found out you were pregnant, Levi spoke to him. Talking to him about his day and how much he loved you. There was even a period of time when Levi only slept on your tummy until you got too big. But Levi’s voice was the first voice Abel recognized.

“Sure.” Levi says and picks up his son. Abel lays his head on his dad shoulder and his breathing eases. Levi looks at you as you finished up. “Is he asleep?” He asks and you look at your babe to see him knocked out. “Yeah.” Abel always fell asleep after having breakfast, a habit he needed to break, but he was still small so it wasn’t such a big deal.

The day passed and Abel woke up after an hour and wanted to play outside. You took him to the front lawn while you checked on your rose garden. Levi sat on his chair while he read. “Mama, can I help you?” Abel asks as he runs to you. “Sure, honey. But the roses have thorns so let’s get you some gloves.” After you put on Abel’s gloves, he helped you trim the hedge and the roses.

You gave Abel a rose which he happily took. “Go give it to Daddy, baby.” You whisper to him and he runs to where his father sat. “Daddy, this is for you.” He says and Levi looks up from his book. “Thanks, buddy.” He says and kisses his forehead. Abel stays by Levi and you chuckle to yourself. The day went by and soon it was dinner time. You prepared some pasta for your boys.

“Honey, this is delicious.” Levi says and kisses your cheek. “I’m glad. It’s a new recipe. I wanted to try it out.” You look at Abel was had sauce on the corner of his mouth. You nudge Levi who looked at you then Abel. He scoffed and gently wiped Abel’s mouth clean.

After dinner, you gave Abel cut apple pieces while the three of you watched TV. Abel fell asleep an hour later, in between you and Levi. Gently carrying him, Levi took him to his room and you tucked him in. “Love you baby.” You whisper and kiss his forehead. Levi did the same and then both left to your room.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” You say as you take off your shirt. Levi watches you, eyes never leaving your form. “Care to join?” You ask as you throw your shirt at him. He smiles. “Don’t mind if I do.”

After an eventful shower, you and Levi hop into bed. You laid on his chest while you both read a book. A soft knock on the door pulled you away from your reading. “Mama? Daddy? May I come in?” A soft voice asks and you look at Levi. “How cute is he?” You whisper. Levi smiles. “Yeah, buddy.” Levi says and the door opens and Abel walks to your side of the bed. “I had a bad dream. Can I sleep you?” He asks and you hold your arms out for him.

He makes himself at home in between you and Levi. “Want to talk about it?” Levi asks and Abel shakes his head and cuddles into you. Levi looks at you a bit concerned. You shake your head and kiss the top of Abel’s head. “It’s okay, baby. Sleep. We’re right here.” You say and Levi puts his book away, turns off the lights and lays down next to Abel. You watch your two boys slowly drift off to sleep and you kiss Levi goodnight.

Who knows how Levi will act when his son needs to go to school? He’d probably cry more than you.

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“I have been so busy lately. Life got so busy so quickly and I apologize for being very, v e r y slow with requests. Hopefully I can get back on this grind. Love you guys.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

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[angelanimedesaray]

I can't decide if I want to do this scene Levi POV or Reader POV....

I have written out both POVs for the scene and still can't choose.

***Agitated finger drumming against the table.***

(Further context, it's a steamier scene...)

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[aasterisck]

levi ackerman x reader (levi pov)

[an: this was a request from an anon user ! i hope you enjoy !]

I bounce our son on my knee, watching her get ready from our bedroom. Our son babbles and I smile at him, shaking his toy in front of him until he reaches out and grabs it. I repeat his babbling and I hear (y/n) laugh from the bathroom. She walks over to us running her hands over her yellow flower dress.

"Here, I'll take him so you can get ready,"

"I want to stay with daddy," I lift him up bouncing him on my leg as I say in a high pitched voice.

She laughs taking him from my hands, "Come on before he drives us both crazy," she kisses his cheek walking out of the bedroom. Humming his favorite song as she closes the door.

"Get ready?" I mutter to myself as I look in the mirror, "Oh," I comb my hair and fix the buttons on my shirt, "I see," Retucking it into my pants before walking out.

"Ahhh," her back is to me as she flies the spoon to his mouth, "There we go," she wipes any remaining food off his lips, "Yummy, right?" I walk up behind her placing a hand on her shoulder before kissing the top of her head.

"What are you having today buddy?" he looks up at me with a smile, babbling, "Oh really? Sounds delicious,"

"Here," (y/n) hands me the bowl as she stands, "I'll prepare the bag," I watch her speak, waiting for her to finish so I can kiss her, "Where did you put the diaper bag?" she looks around and I sit, looking at our son before spooning some of his food on and putting it in his mouth.

"It should be with his stroller,"

"Which is..." she trails off walking into another room.

"She's not very organized is she?" he babbles, "No she isn't," I smile putting some more food in his mouth, "And you are very messy," he laughs, "Yes you are," I nod.

"Okay," (y/n) is in the kitchen again, "I'm going to pack the picnic basket and then we can go,"

"Don't worry take your time," I look back as she tucks her hair behind her ears before bending down to grab something from the cabinet.

"I'll do cheese, crackers, grapes..." her heels sound off the wooden floorboards as she walks around the kitchen and I smile at our son as I continue to feed him.

I finish feeding him his last bit before wiping off his face and removing his bib. Going into the kitchen to wash the dishes, once finished I change our sons diaper before putting him back in his highchair. She puts silverware into the basket before closing the lid and sighing. Her smile is warm and comforting as she looks at me.

"Ready?" she nods and I kiss her cheek, "Let's go then,"

"Come on baby," she walks over to our son, lifting him off his highchair, and kissing his cheeks, "Oh you're so cute," she continues kissing his cheek and he giggles with each kiss as she grabs the picnic basket.

Placing the diaper bag on his stroller I follow behind them. She buckles him into his seat and we stroll down the crosswalk. Her arm around mine as I push the stroller.

"It's so nice out," she says squeezing my arm. "I think he's going to enjoy the park," she looks down at the stroller with a smile, shaking a toy in front of him before placing it in his hands.

"What's he going to do?"

She furrows her eyebrows, "What do you mean? He's going to crawl and probably try to eat the grass,"

"Then you're right. He is going to enjoy the park," I smile at her, "Maybe a little too much huh?" I tickle him as we near the park.

"Right here," we've walked to a large tree and she quickly pulls out the blanket as I lift our son out of his bassinet.

Sitting on one side of the blanket she pulls out the food placing them gently on the blanket. I sit down as she finishes up, lastly pulling out a small hat, a smile as bright as the sun on her face.

"For him," she passes it to me and I secure it on his head, she raises the inner corner of her eyebrows reaching over to hold him, "Oh baby," she cradles him in her arms, "You look amazing," she kisses his forehead holding him close before sitting him down in front of her, a toy in his hand.

"This looks great," I watch her, "Everything looks delicious,"

"I brought some hot water if you'd like some tea," her finger is in the small fingers of our son as she reaches over to grab a few teabags with her freehand.

"You know me so well," she smiles as she hands me the tea.

It's breezy under the shade, the rest of the afternoon filled with her chuckles and the giggles and laughs of our son. Her smile warming the shade, my eyes on her as she talks. Noticing little details and admiring her gentleness with everything around her. When i'm with her she makes me truly happy, I'm so glad I found you (y/n).

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[whattheheckmidoriya]

Steeped in Love pt. 1

Description: Levi Ackerman never expected to fall in love— he didn't consider himself capable of such a thing. But what's to become of his heart when you pull him out of the flames and offer a place for him to recover? What will he do when you barely make it back to him— when he hasn't yet mustered the courage to bear the secrets of his heart?

Pairing: Postwar!Levi x Firefighter!Reader

Warnings: building catching on fire

Word Count: 1,627

Author's note: After so much anticipation, it's finally here! I'm so excited to share more of this with you all, so please enjoy!♡

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"One coffee, black," Levi perked up, glancing away from the delicate cups he'd been so focused on scrubbing clean only to meet a gaze he's become warmly familiar with. "And make it a big one."

He couldn't help but click his tongue, turning back to the task at hand before replying with a plain, "This is a tea shop, not a cafe, you idiot." Scarred lips quirked up subtly at the exasperated sigh that seeped into his ears.

A tired hand massaged your temples as you leaned over the counter, waiting for him to turn to you. "I can see the damn coffee bags, Levi." You sighed, "You know that coffee place down the street is ass— help me out here."

The former Captain hummed, now satisfied with the sparkling reflection on the cup in his hands. Snatching a cloth to dry his hands with, he finally turned to you. The tired pull of your brow wasn't lost on him. "I heard about last night," Looking around, he made sure no customers had been left unattended. He crossed his arms. "How are you?"

A subtle smile tugged at your lips at the note of concern in his words. Your shoulders sagged as you released a weighted breath. "Been worse," What that implied made the man before you frown. You shrugged. "But everyone's safe, and that's all that matters."

Levi would've scoffed, hadn't he bit his tongue. Did you believe he didn't notice the darkening shadows under your eyes? You seemed to waver under the weight of it all just a bit more every day. He wished you'd let him ease that pressure off your shoulders, even just a fraction of it. He'd do it in a heartbeat.

There wasn't a single person in town who hadn't heard about last night's raging fire. It'd been a while since he'd seen destruction like that. He hated that you had been risking it all, staring down at the heart of those ravaging flames while he could only idly wait and read about the more gruesome details in the morning paper. A bitter taste settled on his tongue just thinking about it.

A scarred hand placed a travel cup over the counter, nudging it over in your direction. He quirked a brow at you, prompting you to take it.

You obliged without much of a fight, curiously eyeing the drink before taking a whiff of its scent. Warm. Roasted. Bitter, but sweetened to your liking. A weak smile threatened to curl your lips. "When did you make this?"

Levi shrugged nonchalantly, carefully watching your reaction as the rim of the cup met your lips. Satisfaction bubbled in his chest as he watched you relax into the drink's warmth. "Figured you'd need it," He commented, knowing well how last night's incident had snatched any chance of rest away from your begging hands. He didn't have the heart to point out the residue ash that still stained your cheeks and lingered under your nails. "Brewed it as soon as I opened the shop."

A small breath of amusement escaped you. For someone so obsessed with his tea, he surely knew how to brew your coffee just right. "My hero," you teased, taking another sip from the cup. "What would I do without you?"

This time, Levi allowed himself to scoff. He leaned over the counter, eyeing you under dark lashes. "You'd be choking on that shitty coffee from down the street."

You sputtered as a laugh soared past your lips. He still hadn't gotten used to such a wild melody. How exciting. A new glow flashed behind your eyes, a dazzling little thing that tugged at his heartstrings.

"Hey," you smiled, adjusting the collar of your jacket before sliding some money across the counter. "Thanks for the coffee, seriously."

Levi shook his head as he shoved the bills back in your direction. "It's on me," He cleared his throat, his gaze advising not to challenge him. "This town doesn't need the Captain of its fire department passing out in broad daylight."

You grumbled under your breath, stuffing the money back into your pockets. "Then how about I pay you with some dinner?"

At that, the former Captain froze. You chuckled at the sight.

"Nothing serious, I promise," You raised your hands in feigned surrender, gaze softening ever so slightly. "Just something to show my appreciation for the best tea shop owner in town!"

Levi rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, "You mean the only tea shop owner in town."

Shrugging, you leveled him with a teasing look. "My point still stands," Courage bubbled in your veins as you leaned on the counter, agonizingly close to him. "Let me pick you up tonight. We'll grab something to eat, and I'll have you back before you know it, okay?"

"Aren't you busy?" He knew how unpredictable your job could be— he also knew how exhausting it could be.

You groaned in feigned annoyance. "I'm off of work early today, and tomorrow's my day off!" A pout settled on your lips. "Please, just let me do something nice for you."

Levi sighed, glancing over to the clock on the wall. It's starting to feel like a rather slow day, he had to admit. Mismatched hues glared at you with little bite. "Be here by seven," He stepped back, returning to the task of scrubbing the dishes clean. "I won't be up all night waiting for you." A blatant lie, he knew.

A sense of victory warmed your chest, and you couldn't help but subtly fistbump the air in celebration. Levi snickered. "I'll pick you up at six-thirty," you clarified with a grin. Getting ready for your leave, you once again grabbed the travel cup. "Oh, and dress warmly tonight! I hear it'll be cold." You shouted over your shoulder before stepping through the door and out of the shop.

Levi could only shake his head and bite back a smile as he watched you walk away.

•

Anticipation pooled in your chest and spilled down to your stomach as you drove down to Levi's teashop. Lucky bastard. Of course, he would have his apartment just above his shop. What you'd give to live so close to your job and avoid the treacherous drives into the heart of town.

All day, you'd been planning the evening, fine-tuning each detail to perfection. You'd take him out to dinner, have him try out some desserts, and if his leg permitted it, you'd offer to go for a walk around the city market. It'd been made clear that Levi preferred simplicity, and you didn't mind savoring a bit of it either.

A gentle tune crackled and poured out of your radio, the sound sweet as it seeped into your ears. You smiled, glancing at the scarf you'd gotten for him. It's been cold out lately. Supposedly, it would be even colder in the evening. A small gift such as this wouldn't be too much, right? You shook your head. It'd be best not to overthink it in case your courage trickled away.

A frantic clamor disrupted the melody, flooding your car. You frowned as you watched people rush out of their houses, jumping the last few steps off their porches before going off in a sprint. How strange. Their shouts drowned out the tune of your radio, something vile and fearful twisting in your stomach as their voices echoed in the air.

"What's going o—" Your eyes widened, chest constricting at the sight of smoke. A puff of gray rose to the sky, dark and angry, showering the town in ash. Silent prayers tugged and yanked at your heartstrings as a new weight of urgency settled over the gas pedal.

When did screams of panic replace the angelic tune of your car radio? When had your anxiety gotten the better of you, pushing your foot just a little further down, the rush not enough to propel you forward as quickly as you wished? When had the home of so many smiles and fleeting glances turned into a flaming coffin?

Hastily abandoning your vehicle, you rushed through the crowds, fear clawing viciously at your back as you stood before the beloved teashop. The once comforting aroma of tea and sweets you became so familiar with now withered away under the attack of raging flames. Your lungs stung bitterly.

"Is he still in there?!" You asked the first person you could get a hold of. "Is Levi still inside?" You pressed, hating the sour taste of desperation.

Your answer came in the form of wide eyes and a choked cry.

The crackle and pop of the wooden structure snapped you out of your panic. A quick look at the upper level of the building suggested the fire hadn't fully reached his apartment as of yet. A new sense of determination overshadowed your fear as you sprinted back to your car, grabbing the scarf you'd gotten for the former Captain.

With no time to rush back to headquarters for your equipment, you came to the dreadful realization that your team might not have gotten notice of the situation as of yet. Odds dictated that the situation could worsen before they arrived.

Frightful screams rang in your ears as you rushed past the crowds. Perhaps you were thinking ahead of yourself. Perhaps you weren't thinking at all. Maybe something other than fear was pulsing through your veins, chilling and addicting in the most dangerous ways. Whatever it was, you savored it fiercely.

You promised Levi a nice evening. Making sure he was okay was vital for you to fulfill such a daring promise.

Covering your nose and mouth with the scarf, you greeted the flames like an old friend as you plunged into them.

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[m-jelly]

LATE NIGHT THOUGHTS HERE

Levi getting hiccups for the first time and absolutely freaking out

@kenkopanda-art <3

Hiccups

Levi x fem!reader

Canon AU, fluff, romance, cute Levi, being a couple.

Levi gets so excited to eat a big meal by you that he eats it a little fast, resulting in hiccups.

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A growl emitted from Levi's stomach as the divine scent of your cooking. Whenever he could, he made sure he rode his horse over to you and stayed over. Every time he was over, you would cook for him and give him all the kisses and the cuddles.

Your home was in the middle of nowhere and the safest place. Right next to the home was a vast forest and a lake with a flowing river, so you could hunt and fish. The garden next to your home was large and you had your own farm animals. So, you had a full supply and rarely went to town.

Levi bounced in his seat when you walked over in a tight apron, he was close to having a nosebleed at how stunning you were to him. The cute smile on your face was something he couldn't help but admire. All the food you placed down was always impressive.

He mewled in delight when you leaned over and placed a kiss on his temple. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close. "I love you."

You kissed him and smiled. "I love you too. Enjoy dinner."

"I will."

You sat by him and smiled when he grabbed your hand, he always loved holding your hand at the dinner table. You ate slowly but you noticed Levi was eating his dinner a little fast. You were about to tell him to slow down a bit before he got hiccups, but it was too late.

Levi's body jolted when he hiccuped. "What...what was that?"

You frowned. "What was what?"

He hiccuped again and looked a bit scared. "That!"

You giggled and caressed his cheek to soothe him. "You have the hiccups, it's perfectly normal."

He jolted again. "What happens?"

You kissed his cheek. "Just means your diaphragm is not in sync with your lungs. Just down a lot of water or tea."

He grabbed his cup and chugged as much as he could. He gasped and stared at you. "I think...I think they're." He hiccuped. "Shit!"

You laughed. "Your hiccups are so cute." You rubbed his chest. "Hold your breath and pinch your nose, then push air a bit."

He did as you said and whined a bit. He let go and gasped. "Mm."

You kissed him. "Looks like they're gone."

He nodded shyly before wrapping his arms around you and hugging you. "I don't like them."

You rubbed his back. "Bless you, Levi. They are a bit scary. You can avoid them by eating slower."

He huffed. "Okay." He leaned up and kissed you. "But your food is so good."

"I can make more food for you. I'm always happy to cook and bake more."

He whined a little. "You're the best."

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[ackermanbloodline]

A/N: Hey, Anons! I have decided to combine these two requests into one fic. Sorry this took me so long to get to. Thanks for sending these in, I really hope you both like it! This takes place in the canon universe, a few years following the Battle of Heaven and Earth. 

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Pretty fluffy. No warnings that I can really think of aside from AOT spoilers.

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Through the Threads of Time - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

It has been years, years since you saw him. Your best friend in elementary and middle school, now all grown up. As he enters the tea shop with some sort of limp through the front door, your eyes cling to him. His once soft jawline is now sharp and defined, his cheekbones high on his face, and his eyes have a silver razor’s edge to them. He’s dressed in a black and white suit, the first two buttons of his undershirt unbuttoned, with a long black trench coat over it all. His hair is parted to the side and his undercut looks freshly buzzed. 

He looks… breathtaking?

You nearly drop the piping hot green tea you’re serving to a nearby table of customers. 

“Ma’am? Ma’am?” the customer calls out to you in an impatient tone. You’re snapped out of your trance and you muster up the best smile you can conjure as a wave of panic washes over your body. 

“Sorry about that!” you apologize in a peppy customer service voice as you set the teapot down gently. “Here you go. Enjoy!”

As you make your way back behind the counter, your frazzled hands make flattening paths down your apron. Before you can run to the bathroom to do a quick once-over of your appearance, a low voice calls your name questioningly. It reverberates in your ears and causes you to freeze in your tracks. 

“Is that you?” the voice calls out again. 

Your breath hitches in your throat after swallowing a thick wad of saliva. Quickly, you turn around and face your once beloved childhood best friend. A pang of concern hits you in the gut when you see two scars running across his face, one merging into his left eye. The iris and pupil are completely gone, leaving nothing but a white eye behind. You had seen the pictures in the papers but… it was a different story to see it in person. 

His gaze travels up and down your body and a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. 

“Levi,” you smile at him. “What a wonderful surprise.” 

“I concur. How have you been doing?” 

“Never better! How are you?” 

“Never better,” he echoes and looks around the shop. “This is where you work? I’ve never seen you here before.” 

“I just started a week or so ago. I only work on weekends. I’m a full-time student.” 

“Is that so? What are you studying?” 

“Literature.” 

“That’s… very fitting. After all, I couldn’t have passed many of my classes without your help.” 

You’re not sure how to respond, so all you do is give him a chuckle. You look around the room and pray to the heavens above that nobody can see the heat creeping up on your cheeks. 

However, he sees you looking around the room and mistakes the gesture for boredom. He takes a deep breath. 

“Anyway, I don’t want to hold you up. I’ll take a 12-ounce hot black tea. To go, please.”

“Sure thing,” you say, trying to fight the deflated feeling in your chest as you write the order on the side of the cup with his name. “Anything else?”

“No, that’ll be all. Thank you.” 

Once you make his order and hand it to him, he lifts the cup in your direction and nods once at you. 

“Thanks. I’ll see you around. Enjoy the rest of your day.” 

“Thank you, you too.” 

Your eyes stick to his figure as he limps out of the shop. All the way until he’s gone from sight when he rounds the corner of the street outside.

And just like clockwork, Levi comes into the shop at 3 PM, on the dot, every Saturday. Placing the same order, asking more questions about what you’ve been up to the past couple decades, all the while looking dashing every single visit. Once you recognize this pattern, you start to put more effort into your appearance. Not too much that it’s going overboard, but just enough. Your hair is always styled neatly and you go out of your way to slow down the way you apply your makeup. 

You certainly didn’t have feelings for your childhood best friend, that’s for certain. You didn’t even know the guy. You both have changed, in every single way. But was he pretty to look at? Absolutely. 

And you want him to have something to look at, too. 

“I’ve enjoyed chatting with you,” Levi says your name and flicks a few dollars into the tip jar on the counter. “Reminds me of simpler times. Would you be available sometime this week for tea?” 

“I appreciate that. And yeah, that sounds great! I actually get off in a few hours and don’t have anything planned after.” 

“Perfect. Shall I meet you here?” 

“N-no, let’s go somewhere else,” you blurt and his eyebrow raises. “Sorry. It’s my coworkers. They all talk, you know. And I value my privacy.” 

“As do I. Would it be too forward to invite you over to my place? I live just right down the road. I could give you a full tea tasting.” 

“How can I pass up such an enticing offer?” you smile at him. “It’s a deal.” 

“Great. Here’s my address,” he grabs a pen and napkin, both sitting nearby, and uses it to scribble the numbers and words of his residence. “Does 7 work for you?” 

“Yes, that sounds good.” 

“Fantastic,” he says monotonously as he leans up and holds the napkin toward you. You take it gingerly and shove it into your back pocket. “I’ll see you tonight.” 

“It’s a plan.” 

* * * 

7 PM comes faster than you ever thought it would. It seems to come in a blink of an eye. You’re standing at his front door. His house is a one-story home that features a white exterior with dark green window shutters. The landscaping is kept up on: campanulas and other types of flowers neatly groomed into sections, wood chips in the dead space, and hedges trimmed perfectly. All the visible windows are open with curtains pulled back to let in the warm, clean summer air. 

You knock and wait a few moments before the door opens. Levi looks at you, his eyes boring into yours. He’s wearing black slacks and a white tee. 

“Hey,” you give him a smile. 

“Hi, come in.” 

He steps to the side and you step through the door frame. You take off your outerwear at the door. He takes your coat and hangs it on a nearby standing coat rack. You thank him. You place your shoes neatly on the entrance rug, keeping in mind Levi’s clean-freakiness that you came to know throughout the years. 

You immediately spot the mahogany kitchen table, which is adorned with a white table runner down the middle. On the table are dainty white tea cups. A number of them. There are also a few tea kettles and French presses with dark liquid in them. On a tiered serving platter are snacks such as cut sandwiches, donuts, cupcakes, macarons, and fruit. 

“Holy shit,” you approach the table slowly and gesture to it. “You did all this?” 

“Yes, I haven’t had the chance to do this quite yet. And this is a special occasion. So I went all out.” 

“I’m honored. This looks amazing, Levi. Truly.” 

“Thank you. Let’s wash up and get started, yeah?” 

“Okay.” 

* * * 

You can tell that Levi is fighting back his excitement as he is explaining the ins and outs of making tea to you. You admire the way that he gently pours the hot water into teacups, seeping the leaves just right before serving them to you. It’s so graceful and calculated. All the while, he’s concentrated with his brows knitted together. 

You listen intently, through every step. You never thought tea making could get so technical with perfecting the water temp, preheating the teaware, using exclusively loose whole-leaf tea, using filtered water, and so on. After all, you are a novice barista. 

Particularly, he is a strong advocate of not adding milk nor any type of sweetener to tea, which isn’t a shock to you as he always declined both with each and every order of his. His justification was so the drinker can truly taste the tea on its own. Makes sense. However, you prefer some sort of additive to your tea, so this was an adjustment. 

“This is a bit bitter,” you say, coughing a little after you carefully take a drink of a golden tinted tea. “Is it supposed to be like that?”

“Yes. Young sheng is generally a more bitter tea.” 

That is the last of the tea sampling. The tiered platter is almost cleared off as you and Levi both tried some finger foods with the wide selection of tea. 

“So, what’s your verdict? Which is your favorite?” he asks inquisitively. 

“Out of all these, I liked the hibiscus tea the best. I liked how it was a bit sour and the color of it was super pretty.” 

“I understand. Again, that’s very fitting.” 

“You’ve said that quite a few times now and I’m not sure if I should take it as a compliment or an insult,” you chuckle dryly. 

“It’s not meant to be an insult by any means. Just… not surprising. Despite all these years, you really haven’t changed much.” 

“I see,” you say, leaning back in your chair. “We’ve talked an awful lot about me. But what about you, Levi? What have you been up to?” 

“Well, to be candid, things have been…” he trails off and looks troubled. His brow is furrowed. “Quiet, since everything ended. My leg has healed tremendously since injuring it. I was condemned to a wheelchair for a long time and… that was also a difficult change for me, to say the least.” 

“Of course. That would be a difficult change for anyone.” 

“But it only pushed me to put in my all during physical therapy. Being in that wheelchair I felt… incapable. A ghost of a person I once was. Humanity’s Strongest Soldier… reduced into a cripple. Yes, I survived. But I can’t help but wonder… would’ve it been better if I had perished, just like so many of my comrades?”

“Levi…” you say in a cautionary tone, “you know that’s not true, right? You may see a wheelchair as an obstacle or a reduction of your character, but that’s far from the truth. You still have so much to offer the world. That’s never changing. Like, you coming into the shop every weekend was always something I looked forward to.” 

The ends of his lips curl ever so slightly upward into a soft smile. You both exchange prolonged eye contact before he looks away into the platter of leftover food and tea. 

“I appreciate that, thank you. Everything became difficult, even going to the toilet. Gabi and Falco forced me to hire an at-home nurse. And not only was I dealing with this new debilitating physical ailment… but I was facing a mental one, too. I often asked myself if life was really worth living in my disabled state. I was never truly suicidal, but I did question my existence, my purpose in life. After all, I had fulfilled my mission as a soldier.” 

He pauses to look at you. You’re still listening with such intent that it makes him continue. 

“But to die by my own hand would mean letting my comrades down. Their lives were taken unwillingly. By force. What a privilege it is to live. To wake up each day. To draw breath.” 

“I never really looked at it that way but, yes… you’re right. It is a privilege.” 

He clears his throat and sits up in his seat. 

“Long-winded answer… Sorry. But right now I’m working on a book. Hoping the guys at Berg will give me some free publicity when I actually publish it. Who knows.” 

“Really? A book? What about?” 

“The last seven years of my time in the Survey Corps: a first-hand, unbiased account of what happened as Eren Jaeger, once known as the hope of humanity, became the most despised person in history. I don’t want humanity to forget those important events. Otherwise, we’ll be doomed to repeat them.”

“That’s fantastic! And a great point. If you ever want someone to take a look over it, I’d be more than willing to do so. Historical nonfiction isn’t really my strong suit, but I’m sure we could work something out.” 

“I will keep that in mind. I’m not even halfway done yet.” 

“Well, I’m sure there’s a lot to account for and remember.” 

“Certainly.” 

* * * 

You and Levi end up talking through the afternoon into the late evening. You two sit by the fireplace on his couch and enjoy a glass or two of red wine. The house is completely dark otherwise. There’s a slight pink tinge dancing across the apples of his cheeks. You’ve never seen the man smile as much as he has this evening. 

“Thank you for coming over,” he says casually as he tilts his wine in a circular motion, making the dark liquid dance across the waist of the glass. “I really appreciate it. I tend to overstock on tea. So it’s nice to finally share that with someone. Get rid of some of it.” 

“Of course. It was quite impressive. Have I told you that already?”

“Just only a million times.” 

“And I’ll say it a million more.” 

Both of you chuckle. The warmth of the fire spreads across the pad of your foot when you stick it out towards the flames. 

“You know, have I ever told you how pretty you are?” 

Your head snaps towards him. Did you hear him correctly? “I beg your pardon?” 

“Please. Don’t act like you don’t already know.” 

“Alright, pal. I’m cutting you off. Gimme.” 

Once you put your wine glass down on the side table, you lunge at him and he pulls away teasingly. A smirk spreads across his face. Utilizing the armrest of the couch, you reach again and contort your body over his to try and reach it. As quickly as a lightning strike hits, your hand suddenly slips off, causing your whole body to collide with his. Your face collapses into his torso. 

And you notice how close you two are. His body heat radiates onto yours. It somehow seems hotter than the fire. How he’s still effortlessly holding his wine glass despite the clashing of your bodies. He sets it down carefully on the other end table and his hands slowly lower onto your waist. 

“Easy,” he breathes lowly as he moves your body so your face is close to his. “Don’t want to spill.” 

Your breath hitches in your throat. His breath fans across your lips. He seems frozen in place, waiting for you to do something. You lick your lips and look up into his eyes. His gaze bores into yours. And just like that, you’re too frozen to do anything, either. Hesitantly, he reaches a hand up and slowly guides a tuft of your hair behind the shell of your ear. After, his hand settles on the side of your neck, which allows his thumb to make soft strokes against the round of your cheek. You lean into his touch and your eyes fluttered closed. You hear his breath get caught up in his throat, too. 

He leans into you, and when his lips brush yours ever so slightly, goosebumps run along the length of your spine. Your heartbeat rages in your chest. He calls out your name cautiously. 

“Hm?” you open your eyes. 

He looks almost pleadingly as he whispers a question. 

“Is this okay?” 

You nod your head, “Yes.” 

And with that one word, his lips push onto yours. He’s warm. So warm and soft. He cups your face in his large hands. He’s so gentle in his movements, acting as if you are made of glass, bound to break at any moment. He pulls away from the kiss, separating you two with a quiet smack of your lips. He looks to you to find any idea what you’re thinking. 

But even through childhood into now, he cannot deny you’ve always been hard for him to read. 

You bite your lip as you reach up to his cheek and gently stroke it with the backs of your fingers. Much like you, his eyes flutter closed. 

“That was nice,” you mutter.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “It was.” 

“Do you… maybe want to do it again?” 

He smiles. A full smile. 

“Of course.” 

* * * 

About an hour later, he’s helping you put on your coat. You tie up your shoes in the same place you untied them. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” he says, hinting at a tone of nervousness. “I mean… it’s late.”

“I’m okay. Thank you though, Levi.” 

“And you don’t want me to walk you home?” 

“No, thank you. I like my solitary walks.” 

“So stubborn,” he trails off, scratching the back of his neck. “Elated to see that hasn’t changed, either.” 

You roll your eyes at him as you open up the front door. The warm night summer air fills your lungs. People are still out and about canvassing the streets. Once you step onto his porch, you turn on your heel and look into his eyes. 

In a compulsory move, you step towards him and kiss him again. He immediately reciprocates as his palms instinctively go to the curve of your waist. He pushes you into him further. His tongue gently pries at your lips and asks for access. You open your jaw to allow it. It’s not long before both of you are panting with need. 

You pull away, though, and bury your face in the soft fabric of his shirt. You inhale his clean scent, a smell of detergent and cologne filling your senses. His strong arms wrap around your frame. You stay there for a few moments and relish in the simplicity of the moment. 

“Will you go to breakfast tomorrow? With me?” he questions.

“Sure. Where at?” 

“The coffee shop.” 

“Levi, I told you… my coworkers.”

“That’s fine. Let’s give them something to talk about.” 

You fight back the stupidest grin. You can’t deny the idea of it. It’s exciting. You take a step back from him and shake your head. 

“Ever the assertive one… that sure hasn’t changed about you.” 

“8 AM. I’ll meet you there.” 

“Make it 9 and we got a deal.” 

“Fine. 9 AM.” 

“Okay.” 

“Okay.” 

Levi, in a rush, closes the space between you to kiss you again right there on the sidewalk. He doesn’t want to let you go. He wants you to stay with him. Though he knows the thought is greedy, he can’t help it. He wants to make up for all the lost time. 

He watches as your figure disappears down the street. He shakes his head. Who would’ve thought you two would be here after all these years. After all the strife. The struggle. He certainly didn’t. And neither did you. 

But never mind that. You both have a breakfast date tomorrow.

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[levmada]

Hey how are you feeling?

Im glad your requests are still open. Loved the answer to my last request so I hope you don’t mind me sending in another one?

Some cute hurt/comfort with taller gn reader and postwar Levi. After the ackermanbond is gone I imagine Levi getting really sick for the very first time. Fever and everything also adding the flashbacks to when his mom got sick. And reader ofc nursing him back to health and also comforting him 🧡

im so so so so so so SO sorry😭i took literal months with this sari... i wish i had a good excuse, but i hope you like this :(

i took a lot of inspo from this eruri fic from ao3. stress cannn cause flu-like symptoms, and i wanted this to be the outcome of all those years of suffering for levi finally catching up to him.

probably not medically accurate: it's not very clear what the nature of levi's knee injury. it's seen partially crushed, but it's not clear what medical technology marley has (especially w/ the last volume cover in mind). i'm functioning on my idea that levi can't get around without a wheelchair, but he does have range of motion, partly based on the health of the cartilage/joints/bone, but mostly based how painful it is. it's more complicated than that, but i wanted to add a disclaimer anyway.

(tldr this is the levi torture hour)

➥ pairing: postwar!Levi x taller!gn!reader

➥ about: Not even Levi is invulnerable, both after the war and back then, so it's stupid to be scared when he gets sick.

Until it isn't.

➥ c/w: sick fic, post-war Levi, delirium/nightmares, reverse hurt comfort, implied past csa, happy ending (promise), medical inaccuracies, nightmares, established relationship (married)

➥ wc: 5.3k

In the comfortable, quiet rays of mid-morning, you hum to yourself, and sip your mug of tea. You watch a white cardinal with red tips toddle on the windowsill on the other side of the glass. That’s rare.

It takes off.

You trace the rim of your mug, sighing slowly but heavily through your nose. It’s getting harder not to think about it.

You want to think that—now that you and Levi are retired (what an odd word…)—it’s reached that natural time to start sleeping better. Sleeping in, not out of an absurdly rare indulgence, but to relax.

It’s been nine months, not counting the few Levi was cooped-up in the hospital.

Even for him, relaxation shouldn’t be impossible after some point. In fact, he hasn’t shot awake just before dawn for a while, anticipating a reveille that won’t ring out.

But you fought beside him; your bad habits and your happiness wrestle over the reality of your new life too.

But…

You reach across the small wood table and hover your hand over the cup of tea you poured for him; decent, but not piping hot and steaming like earlier.

This will be a once in a lifetime opportunity: you get to coax Levi out of bed late in the morning.

You stand, bringing your arms behind your head to stretch just a little as you walk to the hall, down to the bedroom. The door is cracked like you left it.

Like a tired waterfall, the vast majority of the thick covers lay spilled haphazardly to the floor, so you’re surprised even before you take a look at Levi, who’s still curled up asleep, facing your way. That leaves his back to the light glowing through the curtains.

He kicked them off?

Like the sheets, his sweater is white; his trousers are dark, loose and cut (with his knee brace on underneath). With his arms tightly crossed like that, and the harsh crease sitting on his brow, he almost looks awake and stressed out.

“G’morning, ‘Vi…”

Importantly, his pallor, normally as pale as snow, glows pink. A few strands of black cling to his forehead.

You stride over with a bit of a frown that wasn’t as deep when you were feeling just plain impatient, and take a sit on the edge of the bed.

“Are you feeling sick, baby…?”

That crease deepens. He twitches awake. "M-Mm?"

Now that you’re close, you notice his breathing is a little labored. You touch your knuckles to his temple. Eyes barely crack open.

"Sweetheart, ‘Vi… You definitely have a fever..."

You comb his bangs off his damp forehead, and they close.

The heat radiating off his skin—you grimace a little.

Actually... have you ever seen Levi so much as under the weather? You can’t even remember.

He shifts slightly, as your strokes rouse him.

"Do you feel sick?" you ask for the second time.

"Huh? I'm fine..."

His eyes finally blink open, fluttering once or twice. But then, a shadow passes over his face that seems to disprove that assertion of his.

He shoves his elbow underneath himself and starts to lift himself up. "Stop—fretting. 'm fine."

He gets most of the way; he’s resting heavily on one arm when he grunts, then leans.

"Stop, sweetheart," you huff, and take him by the shoulder. "What hurts? Your head?"

Looking dazed, like he’s not all there, he lifts his bad hand to his temple and, with his ring and little finger, feels his temple.

“Don’t know…”

"Lay back down, you clearly need some rest—even if this is rare for you, okay?"

“What?” He looks perturbed with you. “Don’t be stupid. There’s too much t’do. N’ I’m fine,” he grumbles, blatantly lying.

"Levi..." you warn.

"I'm just... tired," he mumbles. He rubs his eye with his thumb. "Fuck. Fucking tired."

His strength starts to evaporate as his eyes slip closed.

In an instant—before he collapses—you thrust your arms around him, and lay him back down on his side slowly.

It doesn’t quite hit you until you maneuver his arm out from under him, and listen to his even but labored breathing for a bit of time.

You stare down, eyes wide. Are you scared?—Or anxious?

Well either way—it’s not until you stopped being at risk for a violent death day-in and day-out for years that you even realized you were constantly anxious.

It’s not a nice feeling.

It’s okay. Though. You rationalize. Not even Levi is impervious to everything, and certainly not now. It’s stupid to be surprised.

You feel his forehead with the back of your hand one more time, and kiss your teeth. Definitely a fever, but an exact number wouldn’t hurt.

The thermometer and other simple medicines are shoved in one of the high kitchen cabinets, a second thought when you both moved into this quaint little cabin in the woods (aside from his prescriptions). You didn’t even say it out loud, even. 

Now pinched between your fingers, you stand back and stutter on your feet, unsure of what else you need. You want to need something more helpful, but the need to go and check back on him is most powerful. 

A short ways down the hall, you pick up on the unbelievable yet unmistakable sound of… crying. Unrestrained, and yet, the kind of crying that steals breath. 

You expect to wake up as soon as you reach the bedroom—some disturbing but absurd dream.

But you don’t. He’s curled up where you left him, eyes closed but now gasping sharply through his teeth with tears glistening on his cheeks. One drips off his trembling chin.

You drop onto the edge of the bed immediately, and try to speak, but find yourself helplessly stuck at a complete loss as to where to even start.

“Why…” You card your fingers through his hair, to no reaction. He must be asleep, right?—But how, why?

“Hey, hey, c’mere,” you coo gently, sitting so as to swaddle his back and caress his head.

You make it all not sound like a question. “Everything’s okay. It’s okay, sweetheart… Wake up.”

His eyes tightly shut, and tears squeeze through. He croaks. “Can wake up.”

It takes a moment for you to register that he really meant to pronounce it as “can’t”.

“…You sound sorta freaked out, and you want to talk to Falco?—Is Levi alright??”

You silently curse Gabi for being so observant.

“Which place? I have the books, um, right here…!”

“No…” You swallow a little, and coil the bright red cord to the phone around and around your finger. You wish it was as simple as some tinnitus, or nerve pain. 

“No?” Gabi asks on a high lilt; a question within a question.

“I know. He never gets sick, which is why I want to talk to Falco. I appreciate you trying to help, but please hurry?”

“Oh yeah, okay!”

You peer over your shoulder from your place stood in the hall and rock on your heels nervously. The only space of time you could find where you could bear to leave him was when he was quiet.

Falco has matured so much, even over the past year, and you trust him with this. He’s training to be a doctor; being a soldier never suited him much anyway. Levi was the first to say so, as usual the perfect judge of character. 

You speak slowly and calmly to him, encouraged by his own composure.

“It sounds like a flu, just with that added symptom,” he’s thinking out loud. Thin pages turn. “Severe stress can cause flu-like symptoms sometimes… Especially when it’s prolonged. Does that sound like anything?” 

 “No. No way.” You shake your head, your brow pinched tightly. In fact you laugh. “Haven’t fought any Titans lately, at least.”

His voice lowers, thinking as he talks. “True, yeah. Especially for you guys, nothing could ever really compare, right?”

“You have no idea. Not with Levi.”

“We can talk about it another time, maybe,” you amend quickly. You know almost for certain that’s not going to happen.

Falco hums. “Anyway, if that’s the case, that would explain why it’s been so severe, with the sudden onset. But think of it like a fever he needs to sweat out,” he explains.

“Y-Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You hear the light smile in his voice. “Don’t be too far away, though. It’s easy to tell, you know.”

You smile to yourself.

Even if the Rumbling somehow started back up above your head, you’d rather die. 

You write on a little notepad—some scrawl verbatim—Falco’s directions and words of advice, the phone trapped between your ear and shoulder. Most of it is generic, for influenza of course, but you write. 

A blunt but dense thump sounds not so far away. You even flinch, but just as quickly let Falco know you’ll be right back.

In the bedroom, the pale blue duvet and sheets spilled onto the floor looks like a stiff waterfall being wrenched this way and that by Levi’s attempts to sit back up, like a puppet trying to pull its own strings. He grunts in what sounds like frustration, but you can’t know for sure as his bangs obscure his eyes. His hair all over is a downright wreck.

Gaping, you fall down beside him and hurry working off all the offending fabrics he’s twisted in. 

“Lee—…”

Your help lets his shaky hand hover over his knee, like he can’t be sure if it’s his. He’s breathing hard; it’s ten times shakier than his hand.

“Come here.”

He doesn’t so much as twitch, but he doesn’t resist either. Then, when something in him registers that you’re there, he leans into you like you’ve just brought the weight of the world off his shoulders. 

You tug the soft pantleg up, and sigh at what you see. The scarring, like a row of pink and purple mountains stabbed into his flesh, is more inflamed than usual, leg minutely trembling when you raise it.

He must’ve tried to stand up.

“Does it hurt very bad?”

Not even such an obvious question gets you a retort of any kind. He whines softly when you have to brace that area to lift him back up, but no more.

From the dull darkened blue cotton in the shape of a V in the center of his chest, and coming down from his underarms, he’s burning up; you need to get started just as soon as you’re finished with Falco. For now, you wipe his clammy temples and brush his bangs back. He’s looking at you, but he doesn’t seem to see.

“Levi…” You press on his round cheeks under your palms, grimacing at the heat pelting off his skin.

He moans softly, some relief softening his features. “Huh. Take m’jack-et. Yer cold.”

You shake your head even though he can’t see, as, sharply and without warning, tears appear and stab at your eyes. He’s not even wearing a jacket. 

“Be right back,” you manage. “Okay?”

You don’t really expect a response, and you don’t get one.

First thing’s first, he needs water. You feel stupid not thinking of that first. That was at the top of Falco’s directions. 

You catch Levi in a moment of relative quiet—not peace, but quiet—and cradle the back of his neck, unhinging his jaw with your other. Easy enough. You tip the glass and feed him water with the utmost care and precision. This is some act terribly intimate, a type of intimacy removed from hand-holding or sex entirely while managing to rank above them both. Over all these years, his life has been in your hands a few times, but feeding him pills—something for the fever and something for the pain—and working his shirt off for something fresh and loose-fitting feels more reverent even still. You put him in shorts and practically fortify his knee with a brace and pillows wrapped up with the belt of a housecoat so even if he rolls over, he won’t.

He chokes on a sob while you’re tucking a cold press behind his neck, forcing you to stop. His eyes squeeze shut.

“Levi?” you ask softly.

Either he’s having a nightmare, or he’s in pain, or, both. He tightens his crossed arms. His first movement in hours.

“What hurts? Falco said it might be your head.”

Another sob bursts from him. “S’head’s all over the wall, looked, it… sorry….”

He continues mumbling, but none of it sounds like words. 

"Levi, it's okay, it's okay. Okay, baby? S'okay," you murmur; on and on. The washcloth has gotten smushed between his shoulder and the pillow—you set that somewhere aside. Then you lean over, rubbing with your thumbs the tears off his glistening cheeks, and messy black strands off his forehead.

Sometimes you will catch a word, sometimes you won’t. You will almost wish you didn’t the times you do. Yet you feel sworn to make sense of every mumble, a pervasive, unbreakable, urge. You’re sworn to it.

That’s how the rest of the day goes. He’s never lucid enough to eat; only enough to mumble when he’s freezing, or when he’s burning.

After dusk has bled into the sunset, and night has set in, you sit and watch over Levi religiously. To be fair, you don’t have anything “better to do”, but you hardly ate. If he knew, he’d be in your ear grumbling or otherwise dragging you by it to the kitchen, but does it matter, when he can’t know?

No, you decided, with some fucked-up determination. You want him to bitch at you when he wakes up. Not shivering trapped in an uneasy sleep.

When it gets late, you, arduously but carefully, do what you can for his knee.. He moves too much.

You wipe his face and neck of sweat, and lay a fresh, ice-cold and wet folded washcloth on his forehead. The fever is slowly getting worse.

You dote on him, carding back his bangs, and murmuring and repeating all manners of comfort you can think of. It’s becoming obvious when he’s having a nightmare.

…Finally, as Falco suggested, you’ve kept him hydrated; fever reducers every few hours. 

All that's left to do then, is sleep. This realization makes you nauseous with worry.

Nonetheless, you squirm under the covers on your side, close beside him with your face tucked in his shoulder. You take a slow, deep breath. 

It’s so discomforting; Levi can’t fall asleep flat on his back, ever, and yet…

Your head shoots off his chest before you’ve registered you even woke up—gasping, and a guttural cry from below. It’s pitch black, too dark to see.

That explodes him into motion. He repels you backwards as you grapple for his shoulders, and like fists closed around your throat, as he resists your every attempt to stop him hurting himself, as he whimpers tiredly, as his bawling stabs the most tender place inside you—you feel sick.

“Levi—! Stop. Levi listen to me!”

You’re louder than him, but nothing—his eyes won't open—and your stomach swoops just then as he almost succeeds in jabbing his knee in your stomach, an extra hard punch combined with the brace. That cry is a sob of nothing but pain.

Enough. Finally you bite the bullet, you drop your full weight down on top of him, if it means he’ll finally stop. 

At first, you’re as steady as a boat on rough waters. A huff of relief slips out when his writhing grows sluggish, quickly.

He squirms mildly under you, breathing still stubbornly labored. “Get… off me.”

He tries to raise his arms from his sides, but can’t. 

“I’ll, fuckin’ kill you.”

You viciously shake your head. “It’s just a dream.”

Are you telling only him that?

“S’ get off, you can’t, s’nough hurts ‘er.”

“L-Lee…”

You strain to make him out, as he sobs weakly. “Leave me alone already...”

His name escapes you over again like a prayer in the heat of a battle. Your determination crumbles right into dust; you fall beside him and sit up, unsure of what to do besides take his hand. You can’t bring yourself to switch on the lamp.

“It’s going to be okay.” You squeeze.

He whimpers. “…Please.”

You can’t open your foolish mouth and tell him or yourself that it’s just a dream anymore.

Falco was more correct than you gave him credit for.

Falco also warned you that it would get worse before it got better.

With the hours that keep passing—which have stretched out into two days so far—he more and more mutters in his sleep, other times under his breath, but most times he’s incoherent.

But, it’s all come to fall under one topic. 

And just like that first night, it doesn’t quite make sense, but it doesn’t have to. 

You don’t want to think about it; you just want to take care of him. Your anxiety is constant, and sharp. If only he’d wake up; you talk to him as if he’s awake—but to no response whatsoever, like you don’t even exist.

Moments you’re forced to leave him are the worst—for you and for him. Most times when you come back, the washcloth meant to rest on his forehead has drooped and sagged beside his temple.

At any rate, the difference between fever and tears has gotten hard to tell.

You just can’t stop from shaking, and your throat is tight, but Falco remains adamant that the flu is what he said it is. 

A lamp is still glowing on your side in the late night. The air is cool, and it’s quiet, but a rare moment of “peace” makes the sounds of your shared breaths obnoxious.

Your heavy eyes sting; despite that, when they creep closed you feel yourself fading in seconds, with Levi’s head tucked under your chin, upon your chest. Seemingly, any covers are too stifling for him at the moment; pressed against your collarbones, you feel his forehead is hot again. 

You cradle gently the nape of his neck, idly rubbing the knot of bone at the base of his jaw. As if you’re doing anything to protect him from anything…

He mumbles, slurring, “Y’have t’come back…”

You’re not dizzy with the shock or the horror, but it’s worse almost, to be confronted with the full magnitude of a rueless, unceasing pain that is just as lonely in its magnitude as it is devastating.

You rub his back as he buries his face in your neck, sobbing like it takes all his energy to do so. “I’ll be faster.”

“I don’ know where t’go, what do I do now?” he babbles over your soft hushes. “Wait, next time I’ll get it right...”

“It’s okay, love, it’s okay.”

“I don’ know why I even…” 

Trailing off, he starts to whimper, and can’t go on. 

He doesn’t stop, it doesn’t, not for a second while—all you can do—is hold and console him even though he may not know it.

Until he exhausts himself. Drifts. into a light sleep.

For it to happen all over again. Seeping into his sleep like crude oil, the next stress-induced terror to force his breathing shaky, labored.

"...Need," he whimpers, the first word you’ve made out in a while.

Your stomach swoops, the thought that you can do anything to help directly. "What do you need, sweetheart?"

"Don't sell it. Don't sell it, I need it."

You deflate, jaw wobbling. "Sh, sh, it's okay,” you soothe. You reach for the tray on the bedside behind you, and, using the cold cloth, you dab the sweat from his blushing temple and neck.

"S'gonna take away from m...me." He starts to pant, continuing to mumble, crying, a complete melting away. Lamenting, abject.

"Shh... Shh..."

His arm loosely draped around your waist—which you’d put there—tightens its hold, but in drifting bursts, like he keeps slipping.

“Please.”

You inhale sharply. "Please?"

"Don'. Leave me."

"I won't leave," you swiftly promise. "I won't leave, I won’t.”

He cries in his sleep for so many names that aren’t alive anymore.

Don’t go. Don’t go.

Wake up, Momma.

Wait... Just wait.

That wasn’t the worst point. Not even hunched, taken-over by so much stress and pain until he gagged was the worst point. None of what he had already said combined could amount to the last night.

You snap awake on your stomach at some blurry unknown instance, acutely aware you’ve slept like shit.

Did you even, only blink?—No. The most faintest shade of grey weakly gives your bedroom the suggestion of texture and shadow, but—your arms are empty. You reach over blindly, but the side where Levi should lay is empty and cold.

A pit bursts open in your stomach, filled with bright panic. 

You lurch up and shove off the covers, breathing hard. 

Where could he be??

If he was feeling better, then you would've woken up a while ago, because he would've told you. Not just... 

He can’t be far.

You shiver. 

On your feet, you cross the room in a few strides, and frown as you pull open the bedroom door. It's never left closed at night this time of year; it gets about ten degrees colder without the insulation. (But the chill pressing to the bottoms of your feet, you barely even noticed.)

"Levi!?"

The switch on the wall is right within reach, which lights up the hall. You look right and almost jump back; you might’ve tripped over him if you hadn’t looked first.

He sits hugging his legs—tightly folded against his chest, Levi, why?—there right outside the white doorframe. Shivering, glossy face red with fever, and most certainly in agony by now with all the abuse done to his knee, you’re not sure if he even notices you. Not from this angle.

You fall down on your knees. “Levi? Look, I’m here. Talk to me, please, okay?”

His bloodshot eyes are cracked open, staring ahead, but seemingly seeing nothing. Between the tears, you can’t tell if this is good or bad. 

"Levi..." You take his shoulder in an attempt to nudge his attention towards you. “Look at me. Please.”

He was already tense. His head turns, mostly looking at you sideways—emphasis on his pale eye—but looking at you nonetheless. Good.

"What's wrong?"

His brow knits together.

“C’mere.” You lean forward and card his damp bangs back to feel his forehead. The whole time, he just looks at you passively.

“Better... But this cold won’t help in the end. Medicine is in the bedroom, so...”

You huff very softly to yourself. “…You need more bedrest. I don’t know why you even came out here. Why didn’t you wake me up?”

He blinks.

“Let’s go back to bed,” you insist then, under your breath. 

Some clarity crosses his dark eyes, his voice then a cracked brittle rasp.  “…Not the bed.” 

His gaze sort of drifts away from you. 

You thought he was through with that habit. Confused, you ask, “Why not?”

“It’s ruined. It was always disgusting, but… this is worse.”

“I’ll change the sheets then. I know, it’s not—”

“You can’t do anything,” he says, tucking his chin to his chest, intent eyes focused somewhere down. “Corpse smell doesn’t come outta anything, it just smells worse the longer you leave it. It gets colder n’ heavier, then the smell, it attracts bugs. There’s a fluid,” he says quietly. Casually. “And then it shrinks. Getting eaten’s all the same. But I think that way’s worse.”

What can you even say to that?

“I won’t do th-at to you…” His brow furrows sharply, gripping his sleeves—you see now—with bright white knuckles. Even sitting up, he’s almost curled up into a ball.

You talk quickly, before the full gravity of all this can reach you. 

“You won’t do anything,” you insist. “How about the sofa? Would the sofa be okay?”

“I can’ go to sleep,” he hisses. “I won’t wake up.”

“That’s not true. Why do you even say that??"

"I'm sick."

"Yeah, but it’s not bad-sick!”

You regret the moment you raise your voice. That almost innocent passivity he exuded is crushed by complete and utter detachment. 

“…Denial doesn't help. Don’t be stupid. Don't even—shouldn’ touch me. It’ll end worse fer you.”

You tremble minutely, stewing in silence while in panicked, rapid-fire fashion, you rifle through explanations. He sounds so serious. And he's nothing but.

You know that Levi’s mother died from sickness. He’s called out for her, a lot.

In nightmares… A nightmare?

You guess that’s where it all started for him, as he always slips into a warm voice and delicate eyes those rare moments he does tell you about her. Being sick then, being sick with you here… It all clicks into place.

Okay. Fuck…

The real monster of it all is the fever—making him unglued like this.

You rub the bridge of your nose, swallowing thickly. Okay. 

A firm calm settles over you; for once, Levi is scared. That means you won’t be.

“Levi…” you console.

You reach out to his shoulder, only to flinch when he flinches before a push knocks into your chest. It sends you falling into your backside with an injured grunt.

Instantly, intrinsically, you know it’s going to bruise; all his strength, one hand.

Your eyes pop open to his own—uncannily—wide with his lips twisting into a grimace. 

Putting his eyes ahead again, he sucks in a choked breath and slumps. “Sorry, I thought you were… Sorry.” He gasps. “I’m sorry.”

You get back up on your knees, slowly, and settle down beside him without hesitation. You’re more frantic than ever to close this icy chasm-like space.

“It’s okay.”

He shakes his head as sharp and as fast as his rattling breaths. “I thought you were him. I don’t get it… it just kept hap-happening… Fucking…”

You see him still searching for the words to explain.

“It’s okay. It’s all okay.” 

The warmth in your voice is genuine. When it shakes, you just hate that he’s suffering with nothing you can do to lift it all away, like blood by steam. 

He grips his hair, having made himself as small as possible again. “I’m—s-sorry.”

“Shh…”

Slowly until now, you’ve been leaning in, and now you firmly rest your hand on his back, rubbing in long, consoling motions. This seems to help.

You stay like this while his breathing shudders through tears. It’ll only hurt you both to bring force into it again; either way, any way, it’s not his fault. You don’t know what he meant… but why would it be the man who came and chose to look after him?

“Sorry…”

Everything you see if one ruddy cheek and his temple glistens with either tears or sweat, and his eyes look painful.

“Look at me. Baby.”

An order seems familiar. He does.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

He understands slowly, but you know the answer. After a time, he blinks, and nods.

“Stay still, please.” You kiss his temple. 

“…Sure.”

One arm around his back, the other scooped under his knees, you lift him up into your arms with not too much difficulty. He goes tense, but leans into your chest nonetheless.

“It’s going to be okay,” you murmur as you walk. You want desperately to ask about his leg, but this feels too fragile, like if you bring up physical pain then the whims of the fever will take him back over. 

He’s trembling all over, it seems, before you lay him back down in bed, and once you do he clutches a bit of your blouse at the collar with a grip that confirms for you that he’s not letting go. You sit beside him with his waist pushed against the side of your thigh.

“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault,” he croaks out softly, staring at your sleeve which he now grips. “I wasn’t fast ‘nuff. I hesitated n’ it got ‘em killed for nothing after made the same mistake… Sorry i-was my damn pride…”

You let him talk, rather mumble. When there’s a lull, you rest your palms on his hot cheeks. Better than the last time you felt them. His eyes instantly flutter in relief.

It’s surprisingly easy to give him water, then the fever reducer. Meanwhile, he’s clearly fighting the weight of exhaustion pressing down on his eyelids.

“Don’t make me sleep…”

“I’m not. I’ll just stay by your side. Then”—you cup his cheek—“I’ll do it again.”

He hardly grunts, eyes closing.

You won’t sleep, and you can’t sleep (if there’s even a difference). In fact, you’ll bring in one of the kitchen chairs and sit by him with a novel; you’ll read by candlelight, with a handkerchief hanging like a tarp from the lampshade so maybe he can rest easy.

Being that the flu is a release of stress… He’s getting better. He’s getting better.

Hour-by-hour, more or less (but mostly less), you snap awake at the tiniest stirring from your husband beside you. Maybe mumbling a ghostly snatch of a word; mostly sniffling. It takes you half an hour to drift off again.

This unforgiving cycle obnoxiously persists until morning sunlight poking your sleeping mind wakes you. Suddenly, again. You see him.

It’s a mystery, how long, but Levi is gazing at you softly with bloodshot, but, maybe aware eye. You feel better when he glances away, like every time—if, not when—you catch him staring. Your legs are tangled slightly, his slow breaths brush your cheek.

"Baby," you murmur. "You’re awake?”

He looks annoyed. “No, I’m sleeping with my eyes open.”

“How do you feel? Be honest," you quickly add. You drape your arm around his waist.

He frowns at your tone. "...Like my head got hit with a sledgehammer.”

You say nothing.

His voice gets softer and gentler. “I don’t remember… And you look like shit. What happened?”

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“…So I’m going to be wrong,” he surmises, looking away. “I slept in too late.” 

He goes to rub his eye, and sniffs. The distress marring his expression grows. 

“It’s been a couple days, but it’s alright,” you say. You’re quick to explain as the realization seems to come over Levi that he hasn’t had a proper bath in that length of time.

Though, it’s hard to explain. It’s even harder to wrap your mind around the fact that he doesn’t remember how he’d cried, and—insinuated, what he did. What horrors he spoke of. 

You finish. Behind a thinly-veiled straight face, he stares into your eyes with the quiet accusation that you haven’t told the whole story. 

“It… was… bad,” you bear to admit. “That’s why I look like shit.”

The self-loathing that falls over his expression like a deathly shroud is instant. He looks away, glaring at nothing, but before he can think anything, you squirm much closer, tighten your hold, and kiss his chin.

“It’s not your fault. And if I had to, I’d do it all over again. So don’t start.”

He watches you for a beat, as if searching for some exaggeration, but soon looks resigned to the truth in your vow. At this long-awaited point in your lives, with some legwork to say the least, you’re relieved to know you’ve finally got it beaten into his head that you love him, whether he agrees or not.

You watch him swallow, and many emotions cross his eyes as he mulls your words over. 

“I don’t like that it’s just a flash for me,” he resolves.

“I know. But we can… talk about it?”

Honestly you’re shocked the words left your mouth. Levi also stares at you like you just spoke a foreign language. It’s pathetic, as he would say, sure, but—people like you and him don’t just talk about things like that which fueled those nightmares of his.

He looks away, considering. Finally, he brings hand up to yours, nestled deep under the covers. Your fingers clasp gently, foreheads brushing. His silvery blue eyes calmly watch yours. That’s his answer.

It’s so different, and not so comfortable right now, but you believe, now, that’s okay.

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[aki-mochi]

Heyy 👋 can i request Chubby!Levi Ackerman x F!reader if it’s possible ? And thank youu ❤️!!

(It took me SO LONG to find a plot for this! Anyway, Hope you enjoy!)

Chubby!Levi x F!Reader: Pudgy is Okay

~Normal POV~

Three years after the Rumbling had ended, the Eldian heroes’ had gone their separate ways. Armin and his group were currently on a ship heading to Paradis Island to visit Mikasa at Eren’s grave, as Levi stayed behind with Gabi and Falco to help the volunteers feed and shelter the remaining survivors. Although wheelchair-bound with two missing fingers and a blind eye, Levi was currently passing out candy and sweets to the children at the refugee camp. Once the box was empty, he wheeled himself back to his tent, indicating that he was done for the day since the sun was starting to set over the horizon. His mind wandered back to the events of the war as he rolled down the smooth dirt path, not watching where he was going until he bumped into someone’s leg with the chair’s footrest.

“Ow!”

Levi blinked back to reality and rolled backward as the woman in front of him knelt to rub at the spot he had hit. “Are you ok? I wasn’t paying attention…”

“Yeah, I’m fine…,” she spoke until she turned to face him.

His functioning eye widened a bit at the sight of her, utterly surprised to see her again from his first time in Marley with Hange and the others. It was when Eren and the brats decided to drink with the Romans after one of the kids had taken Levi’s money. He had spotted her sneaking blankets to several tents as if she was helping the people living in them. Even though she is a Marlyan. He didn’t catch her name that night, nor did he want to, at risk of getting her into serious trouble. So, he kept his distance and just watched as she did her thing.

The woman’s eyes scanned him down before tilting her head a bit to the side. “Have we met? You look familiar somehow…”

“Not officially. But, I think I saw you a few years ago. Sneaking blankets to the refugee camp?” he raised a brow, hoping his intuition was correct.

She blinked. “You saw that..?”

“I did. You did well in doing that. Risking your life for others makes you brave.” A minuscule smile tugged at his lips when he saw her cheeks go aflame. “The name’s Levi.”

“I’m Y/n,” she smiled a bit. “Shall I help push you to your destination?”

Levi pondered the offer for a moment before giving a nod in response. She walked around to get behind him and grabbed a hold of the handles of the chair before proceeding to push him down the path. The walk was silent other than the distant chatter of people and children running about. She often glanced at his bandaged hand, noticing the missing digits as a frown made its presence on her face. She couldn’t imagine the hardship and sacrifice he endured for there to be a future for the world’s remaining population.

“Hey. My place is right here,” Levi pointed, snapping her out of her thoughts as she turned him to push him inside.

There weren't many possessions in the small space, other than a bed, chair, blankets, clothes, and a pillow. Although he probably had all of his stuff back on Paradis, he surely wasn’t planning on going back anytime soon. She noticed a small box in the corner with a fragile tea set sitting on top of it. Levi grunted as he slowly rose from the wheelchair to move onto the chair by his bed. Y/n helped by being his support, having him hold onto her arm so he wouldn’t fall over and injure himself any more than he was. He sighed as he got comfortable and looked at her.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. If I may ask, how did you get injured?”

“It’s a long story…,” he trailed off.

“I have time. Even though we’ve all heard the story of how the war ended, I’d like to hear your version of it.”

Levi looked at her in slight shock. No one had asked to hear his side of the story, though he wouldn’t blame them since they probably avoided him due to his scars. But her? She didn’t even hesitate to ask, nor did she show any reaction to his appearance. Gesturing towards his bed, he watched as she sat herself down next to him as he began to tell his story. From the day Paradis had discovered life outside the walls they hid behind, to the day the war had ended as she listened intently.

~Timeskip~

Months have passed and the refugee camp is slowly starting to become a village. Houses were being built, trees had been planted, the grass started to come back, and people were getting more resources like food, clothes, and spare blankets. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits and began to plan a small party for their massive milestone. However, Levi seemed to be in a sour mood the last couple of weeks while avoiding Y/n like the plague.

Y/n doesn’t know what had gotten into him and it hurt her deeply. One night, they were both in his new place having tea as they talked, and then the next morning, he completely brushed her off. It confused her to no end as to why he suddenly started giving her the cold shoulder. As the days went by, the more heartbroken she was becoming, for she fell in love with him. But he won’t even look in her direction anymore whenever she attempts to get answers as to why.

Y/n was making her way down the familiar path going back to her tent after helping the volunteers with food portions again, when she had stopped in front of Levi’s place. Her heart ached at the thought of him as she held back every urge to knock on his door, even though she wouldn’t get an answer from him. Swallowing a lump, she continued her walk until she spotted someone in the distance. And that someone being Levi due to the obvious object of his wheelchair being in sight. However, he wasn’t in his chair, instead, he was attempting to do pull-ups on a bar that wasn’t there before. She watched as he struggled to get his chin past the bar since it was probably straining the hand with fewer fingers.

He cursed as he lowered himself into his chair, sitting there in silence while his head hung low on his shoulders. Y/n frowned and made her way over to him until she was able to hear him scold himself for his failure.

“Fuck. At this rate, I’ll get even weaker and I can’t let that happen.”

“Levi…?”

Levi snapped his head up and blinked in surprise when he saw her. His eyes furrowed into his usual glare at her, making her flinch a bit as her frown deepened.

“What do you want?” His words were cold like ice.

“I… was walking until I saw you here. What were you doing?” She hesitated.

“It’s none of your damn business.”

His words stung, and here she was concerned for his well-being despite how he’d treated her these last few weeks. It wasn’t like he wanted to in the first place. He fell in love with the woman in front of him and had planned to tell her his feelings. However, that one morning he had gotten his usual check-up to monitor his still-healing injuries. And he had found out that he’d been gaining a bit of weight. He couldn’t do his usual exercises like he used to back in the Scouts due to his knee. So, the lack of movement and the foods he consumed in the three years had taken effect on his body physically. His muscles were nearly gone. He didn’t have that toned body he worked so hard to get anymore, he was practically pudgy now. Even his cheeks were rounder. He figured Y/n wouldn’t want that in her life. No one else he knew wanted that, saying it’d be too much for them.

So, he pushed her away and started acting cold towards her. It hurt him to do such things when she didn’t deserve it. But he had to do something about his weight, and he would just make her worry to death for pushing himself too much. Looking up at her, his breath nearly hitched when he saw her upset expression. She was on the verge of tears, and it was all his fault. Y/n turned her heels to walk away but Levi grabbed her hand to prevent her from doing so, forcing her to stay put but keeping her back to him so he wouldn’t see her cry.

“Y/n, I… I didn’t mean what I said…”

“If you needed space, you could’ve told me… instead you pretend I don’t exist or become mean for no reason…”

He could hear her voice crack as she spoke, tugging at his heartstrings more than they were. He gently tugged her back to him but she refused to budge. Levi sighed as he glanced over at the bar he was previously using.

“I’ve gained a bit of weight as of late… so, I’ve been trying to get rid of it so you wouldn’t have to deal with it since you’ve helped me so much..” he admitted.

“Why would I care…?”

Levi frowned at her response and tried to answer, but was cut off as she continued.

“Why would I care about your weight…? Have you ever stopped to wonder if I ever cared about how you look?”

“I…” he trailed off.

Y/n finally turned towards him as tears bubbled her vision. “I don’t care if you're muscular or if you're bigger than what you were before. I fell in love with you as a person, not your body. But that’s all you cared about and didn’t consider my feelings when you brushed me off.”

“Y/n…”

“I-I love you…. but you don’t return the feelings…” she sobbed.

Levi pulled her closer so he could bring her into his arms on his lap. The sudden move made her gasp in surprise as she looked at him through her tears. He reached up to cup her face with his hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb while wiping away the tears in the process.

“I do return the feelings.”

“But-”

He shushed her with a finger on her lips. “I love you.”

With that, he removed his finger and pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was surprisingly soft and sweet as her eyes fluttered shut, returning the gesture as she cupped his face in her hands. Levi sighed into the kiss while he held her closer to his body, his arms wrapped around her waist as he ran his hands up and down her back soothingly. When he pulled back ever so slightly,  he looked at her through half-lidded eyes as their breaths brushed against each other’s, which sent shivers up their spines.

“I do love you… would you mind spending the evening with me?” he questioned.

“Of course, Levi,” she smiled with rosy cheeks.

With that, Y/n carefully got up off his lap, aware of his weak knee, and walked around to grab at his chair's handles to push him to their destination. Levi watched as he rolled towards his home, glancing back at her now and then to make sure she was alright. Catching his gaze on her, Y/n looked down at him and smiled before getting to his front door. Levi watched as she opened his door and pulled him through the doorway backward. Once the front door closed, Levi rolled himself through the house, making her follow him until they got to his bedroom.

It was getting late, so Levi decided to get ready for bed a bit earlier than usual. Y/n watched as he got into his dresser and pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of pants then set them on the bed. Her cheeks flushed when he started to unbutton his shirt. She went to leave the room but his voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Don’t leave… I… want you to see what you’ll be dealing with…,” he hesitated.

At that, she turned around just in time for him to slip his shirt off his body. No abs in sight, his arms more softer, and his face looked squishy at the cheeks. He had, indeed, gained some weight within the last three years, but that didn’t mean anything to her. He was still the Levi she grew to love. She stepped closer and cupped his face in her hands, watching them squish together as she did while he gave a pout. A blush crept up her cheeks at the reaction she got from him as he half-heartedly swatted her hands away.

“Stop that.”

“But it was cute~” she giggled.

“I am not cute,” he huffed.

Y/n just smiled and helped him out of his chair and onto his bed before helping him with his pants. Levi’s ears flushed as she did so, not used to anyone helping him, nor had anyone seen him with no clothes. When she saw the scar on his knee where a titan had bit him, a frown made its way onto her features as she gently traced the edges of the scar. A shiver ran through his spine from the feeling, hence that the injury was still sensitive to the smallest touch. When Y/n had finished helping him, she cupped his cheek once more, stroking under the eye he could not see out of.

“You’re still handsome to me, Levi, and your weight is not ‘something to deal with’. But if you still want to lose it, I will help and support you.”

He hummed at her words until he took hold of her hands and pulled her down onto the bed with him. He wrapped his arms around her waist while burying himself in her chest, letting out a sigh of contentment when he felt her fingers run through his hair until he started to drift to sleep. Y/n noticed his body had relaxed as his breathing slowed as she carefully shifted to pull a blanket over them both. Kissing the crown of his head, she too, began to fall asleep with Levi in her arms as she hoped for a bright and long-lasting relationship in their future.

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