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aslantes · 11 months

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The butterfly effect

Levi x reader (fluff, hurt/comfort)

Summary : A scene from the past is repeated and he understands who he has to protect Word Count : 1.2k

TW : Spoilers for ACWNR, characters death (tell me if I missed anything)

Author notes: It’s been more than a year since I wrote something, but I got a random burst of motivation. Hope you’ll like it! Since I don't write a lot, don't hesitate to tell me if you have any suggestions

When Levi was still a teenager and lived in the underground, he needed to be constantly on his guard, on the lookout for the slightest danger. He could only think about his own survival. He couldn’t indulge in a moment of peace, to take time to discover rare little corners of unexplored greenery that didn’t belong to anyone’s territory.

After the arrival of his two faithful companions, he felt responsible for their safety and was more vigilant in the face of this merciless city. Isabel and Furlan also had to be constantly on their guard to avoid being caught or killed. As the months went by, the morale of the three of them began to grow increasingly low. The lack of sunshine, the constant vigilance required to survive, and the dangers lurking around every corner was demoralizing them more and more. Especially Isabel, with her festive and explosive nature, lamented having to hide constantly in old, abandoned houses, where the only animals present were aggressive rats greedy for any piece of food that has fallen on the floor.

Levi, seeing the morale of his two friends at its lowest, decided to show them a corner little known to the other residents of the underground district. He told his friends that he had a place to show them and to follow him. The whole way, Isabel could barely contain her excitement at the surprise of his “big brother”. Once they had arrived at the long-awaited and hoper-for spot, Isabel and Furlan couldn’t hold back a gasp of amazement. The spot had a large round opening in the ceiling, which let in rays of light to illuminate the area. A few adventurous birds pecked at the ground from time to time before flying back to the sky when they wanted, a freedom that the three companions hoped for from the bottom of their hearts.

Occasionally, Levi, Furlan, and Isabel, would come here for a well-deserved break. Isabel enjoyed taming the birds and lightly stroking their fur. One of the three was always on the lookout, keeping an eye on the surrounding area to avoid any surprise attack from the enemy.

That day, it was Levi’s turn to keep an eye out for potential intruders in their makeshift haven. Looking behind some rocks, he saw a small bed of flowers, with an orange butterfly resting on them. He discreetly swept his gaze around to see if anyone was around and knelt, holding out his hand towards the butterfly. He had never seen one in his life, and its orange color reminded him the color of the sky he sometimes saw through the hole before nightfall. Luckily, the butterfly landed on his finger, and he watched it with curiosity and wonder. He gently brought it towards his two friends to show them the fruit of his discovery. When they saw the butterfly, they approached with curiosity and a little mistrust of this foreign insect. Furlan seemed rather indifferent, saying that they shouldn't be distracted by the slightest new thing, but Levi could see in his eyes that he was intrigued and amused by the butterfly. Meanwhile, Isabel was completely absorbed and amazed by the sight of the butterfly, not the slightest bit concerned by Furlan's comments.

As he looked at his two friends, Levi felt a pang of pride in his heart; he had managed to distract his comrades, even for a few moments, from the reality they were enduring in this dirty, unsanitary hole. He told himself that he would do anything to protect them and get them out of that place so that they could have a life filled with little moments of happiness like this one. The butterfly flew away and they watched it fly up into the sky.

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Several years passed, and he was now a member of the Survey Cops, without his two beloved companions, who had perished on their first trip outside the walls. He had hardened himself, both mentally and physically, to guarantee its own survival and the survival of others. He was known for being cold and direct in the way he spoke. He didn't let people penetrate beyond the mental shell he had created for himself. He had this deep-seated fear that he wouldn't be able to protect the people he cared about and that the same tragedy that had happened years ago would happen again if he got too close to someone.

But there was one person he had a soft spot for. He felt as if all his emotions and feelings were mixed into one indistinguishable ball when he thought of you. Wanting to ignore his feelings for you, in fear of realizing how much his affection for you had grown, he tried to maintain a certain professional distance. But despite his best efforts not to get too close, his heart made him do the opposite, and he often found himself offering you a horse ride when you both had free time. It had become the long awaited rendezvous of the week for both of you, although neither of you would admit it.

On a summer's evening, you headed for the same spot as always. A small hill dotted with wild flowers and a tree that provided some much-needed shade from the heat. Once off your horses, you settled down under the tree and a comfortable silence settled in. Only the sound of leaves moving and birds singing in the distance could be heard. The slightly warm wind caressed your cheeks, and you took a deep breath to inhale the summer breeze as you closed your eyes.

After a while, you began to pluck small daisies from around you to make a little bouquet. You stretched to reach more daisies before pausing. A butterfly had just landed on the flowers. Levi looked at you, puzzled to see you frozen, then his gaze moved to where you were looking. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of an orange butterfly. He couldn't help thinking that it was some kind of twist of destiny, even though he knew it wasn't the same butterfly he'd seen before. He looked at you again, his eyes softening at the sight of your sparkling eyes. The faces of his two comrades came back into his mind. A mixture of melancholy and determination filled him. He would protect you, whatever the risks. It would be too painful to lose you. Even if he swore he wouldn't get attached to anyone else, you're too precious for him to let anything happen to you. Even if he must keep his distance, never admitting his new feelings for you, that's okay. He's prepared to endure that if it means you can be happy and safe.

The butterfly flew away. You turned around, approached him, and slipped the small bunch of daisies into the front pocket of his coat and grinned at him. "The butterfly was beautiful, wasn't it? No answer, he froze because of the proximity of your face. "Well, I think it's time to go back, don't you?" you say, getting up and heading towards your horse. "huh huh" he replied, a slight blush on his cheeks and ears. Maybe he won't need to protect you by staying as far away from you as he thought.

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youre-ackermine · 20 days

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Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin // Attack on Titan

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ladythornofrivia · 8 months

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my heavenly salvation

Pair: Levi x Reader

Warnings: This series is going to be contain with fluff. Too much fluff. And smut. With mentions of discomfort, but with hope and comfort. Inspired by the Titanic movie. MDNI, NSFW

A/N: Hello. I hope you’re doing okay today. Don’t worry, I’m still writing this series—representing Levi Ackerman. And I hope you don’t mind a long chapter. The chapter title of David and Goliath is somewhat a parallel to Levi = David, and Zeke = Goliath. The thing is, Levi defeated Zeke so many times, and he’s popular among ladies ;). And somehow the chapter title came to me when I was having a hard time on what to name the new chapter, so I apologize for taking so long.

(Please report if anyone decides to steal/plagiarize my work and notify me. Thank you.)

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Chapter IV

David and Goliath

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The rage thunder and swashing sea goes on.

Inside the Goliath ship was still hell on earth—boiling heat like a golden desert.

Levi Ackerman felt like he was going to catch a cold, so he quickly exited without giving you so much of a goodbye, but an assurance of seeing you again. Levi never, not once, nor indirectly, breaks promises. Promises are meant to be kept.

Ironically, Levi felt safe inside. His cold hasn’t materialized; the humidity in the rocking ship has made him well. Shaking it off, Levi strolled down the gold and beige marble walls. The agility in his footsteps were very light. Composed and sophisticated, and somehow intimidating. His footsteps are light that are goes unnoticed by rich folks.

Someone whistled behind him. “And here I thought you’re just a stone-cold man,” a voice said behind Levi.

He turned and saw his friend, Furlan Church, with his blondish hair color and sprightly looking face Levi never forgets. After their first mission together in Paradis, Furlan decided to work inside the Walls, preferably paperwork. Isabel, on the other hand, she insisted on being the healer to the Scout Regiment. They survived from the abnormal Titan.

Levi gave a usual deadpan look in his eyes. He’d be sure he’d lost Furlan, but luckily, Furlan decided to back out and work elsewhere in the unit at Scout Regiment. Farlan’s abilities are too novice apart from Levi’s masterful skill, despite being thieves. With a small grin plastered on Levi’s sickly face, he approached Farlan with ease.

“Getting bored in the Goliath?” he replied.

“No,” Furlan said, smirking. “I’m just making sure I’m here at the right place at a right time.”

Levi leaned against the pillar. “For what? Did you steal someone’s money again?”

“No, but I caught an interesting view of you and a lovely lady over by the ship railing,” Furlan said with brows wiggling.

Levi scoffed as he shoved Farlan lightly back. “Fuck off.”

“So who’s the lucky lady?”

Levi looked behind at the empty halls, recalling back to your first meet. “She’s…she’s…”

Furlan anticipated in a way Levi couldn’t stand. “She’s…?”

Levi sighed, shutting his eyes. “She’s…in the verge of needing assistance.”

Furlan’s brows raised. “No…”

Levi said nothing.

“Right in the middle of thunder and rainfall?”

Levi said nothing again.

“I see…Well, you certainly help the girl with your persuasive skills,” Furlan said, wiggling his brows.

Levi shrugged.

“Perhaps you’ll do other ways of persuasion,” Furlan continued.

Levi separated himself from the pillar and this time, he gazed at Furlan with a far and forlorn look in his greyish-blue eyes. “No one was helping her.”

Furlan shrugged. “I can see that. Still, we’ve trespass the first-class territory.”

“Blending in like one is already a pain,” Levi added. “Then again, this is how we usually do in order to get food and shelter underground.”

Furlan cackled, smacking at the back of Levi’s shoulder. “Damn, right! But then…”

Levi’s brow flicked. “Then, what?”

Furlan swallowed. “You’re going to see her again, aren’t you? A lovely lady like her can’t stay around forever. I aimed that rich man’s leg for you to slip and hit Zeke’s leg.”

Grimaced, Levi shrugged it off, as if the news didn’t affect him. During the moment of thunder and sea, he knew his world would soon divulge with yours, divulge in secrets you both never tell, or collided into two paths altogether that never meant to be as a good one. Regardless, Levi will continue on seeing you. But dealing with the Yeager brothers was too much for him to bear. Though it doesn’t mean he’ll stop from gaining interactions with you.

He will see you again, as he promised. He doesn’t like breaking promises, especially those around him.

“Better save your lady again before His Majesty sweeps her up,” Furlan advised with a grim look in his eyes.

Only Levi acknowledged it. “Fine, but find out regarding the Yeager brothers, especially that older woman who was with Miss O’Connell—her mother. I was with that brat during the invasion in Marley—we resided at the O’Connell estate. The last time I saw Mr. O’Connell, he was healthy.”

“Have you met the young lady you rescued with your knight in shining armor attire?”

Levi shook his head. “Never. Her father did mention a few times, but the mother insisted on not to bring up (y/n)’s name,” he answered.

“Why? She’s their prestigious daughter.”

“To her mother, (y/n)’s nothing but a porcelain doll and a seed maker into her belly.”

“If only the Titans exist again,” Furlan commented.

“Find out for me.”

“Will do, boss,” Furlan complied.

Then they parted in separate ways.

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Raindrops dripped at the marbled floor when you stride into the staircase. Carefully, your shoes clicked upon the steps as your hand held onto the railing. It was quite easy once you got the hang of things. Normally, anyone without someone supervising you, you’d end up getting scolded. Thus, hating yourself. Hence why you made consequential choices that don’t matter anymore. You’re not immortal, so why waste on perfecting your life story?

As soon as you took the last step above the staircase, you immediately fled into the hall without so much of a packed crowd. You prayed your mother won’t catch you and drag you by the arm clutching around the grip like a permanent pinch.

Exhaling a sigh of relief, you managed to sneak past. That is until a certain hand caught you and trapped you against the wall.

Your eyes soon met Eren’s.

“What the hell is this,” you uttered, though gentle and benign.

Eren studied you closely. “You may fool my brother, but you cannot fool me. I know the eyes of a traitor when I see one.”

You choked to a nervous laughter. “We’re about to become sibling-in-laws soon,” you remarked without your eyes faltering. “I thought you’d give me a proper welcome by extending an invitation for a hug or a peck on a cheek or give an encouraging advice.”

“I’m no protector. I’m just a machine, designed to kill and coerced others to do the bidding of my masterful work.”

Tears prickled at the inner corners of your eyes. “Then kill me.”

His gaze hardened. “No, you’re about to become the next queen of the Fritz line,” Eren replied coldly. “Do as what Zeke asked of you to do. Otherwise, you’ll lose your privileges and privacy permanently. Do I make myself clear, Marleyan?”

Your eyes went foggy with hot tears. Though, through sheer luck, you managed to pull a sweet smile. “Whatever you say…Eren.”

Within two minutes, Eren stared before retrieving himself away for inches of space. “Obey him, and be silent. No harm will come to you if you smile a lot more everyday, even through pain and suffering, you must laugh. Whatever Zeke’s feeling, stay silent and be a good useful woman to his desires.” Then disappeared from her sight, leaving her breathless and speechless with tears shedding against the drenched rain on your face.

~~~

The music box chimed her quiet room after her servant and friend, Prudence, cleaned up your suite room. Another cage you’re trapped in. If only your father gave you an advice on how to deal with your mother and Zeke.

Music soothed you aside from drinking tea with milk or any beverage that suits to your necessity. Outside looking in, everything is perfect. But inside looking in, everything was a horrid as a rotten corpse hanging in between closet. There was never a dull moment for the rich, except it is dull, for those who aren’t in the same category as you. How typical it must be when your mother decided to praise Zeke through. But constantly clenches her teeth every time she speaks to you. Clench teeth and wide threatening eyes and a harsh tone underneath an old widow’s smile.

You just want to be at the railing again. But seeing upon the result of Levi rescuing you, your life gave you a second chance to reclaim what’s right for you. Almost as if a living spirit guided you back to the light once more.

A booming knock came.

Poking out from the doorway, Zeke greeted you with a bright smile. “There’s my little starlight.”

Your stomach nearly lurched at the chosen nickname.

“I thought I heard a lullaby,” Zeke said.

“Good evening, Your Majesty,” you said, bowing while sitting in place with a mirror in front of you, viewing him at the reflection in a span of seconds instead of turning around.

“Now, now, there’s no need to be so formal,” he said, closing the door. “We’re soon-to-be wedded couple, and as couple, I’d like to state my apologies for not attending to you. As a king, I need to tend to my people first. Even the Goliath itself. We can’t make mistakes on moving past the glaciers at this night.”

Though he’s speaking, your mind wandered off to an important event that made you feel alive again, as Zeke continued his discussion regarding to the issues they relay against you, you wanted nothing more but to jump off the ship. But with Levi’s immaculate timing and persuasion. It took a while, but Levi managed to pull you back up when everyone kept pushing you down like a beaten animal. Whenever you refused to do their bidding or work, your mother and others would try their ways to sabotage the life you’re trying to built—even your self-esteem, telling you with their statements by calling you an Eldian restorationist, or a Paradis Devil, each time you convey and projected your individuality and feelings and ideals, none took it seriously, and if they do, they would say it in a sincere way, but added a statement simply following by: “I’m just joking; I never took you seriously. I was only being sarcastic so that you could shut your mouth.”

Even if you chose not to speak—out of sight, out of mind—they demanded answer from you with fury and pettiness.

“Are you listening, (y/n)?” Zeke’s voice deafeaned.

Snapping out of trance, your cold began to itch in your throat and nose, letting out a guttural cough.

Zeke made no reaction when you got caught with a hefty flu. He stood and watch as you grabbed the steaming tea cup beside you. Hastily, you swallowed the black tea and consumed the pastries left by Prudence. Prudence saw you at a tragic state, so she provided you with heat by the fireplace and warmth clothing—a better robe and slippers. You hair all drenched but pampered up in a towel. It nearly took ages for your soaked hair to dry up, so you stayed at the vanity set filled with mahogany and gold embroidery. Your silver hairbrush was casted aside when Zeke came to you and sat, hopped over at the corner of your vanity mirror.

“Whatever I said today, I do apologize,” Zeke resumed. “I was hoping you’d come to your senses, and maybe even more. Since I’m here, there’s no point on turning back now. Originally, you and I are supposed to be at a private dinner at the balcony, viewing the ocean after our meeting at the grand lobby. But I decided to give you this instead, if you allow me.”

You didn’t bother to glance. You’re sleepy at the moment; with your eyes withering away to sleep, you hoped to see peace, you hoped to see Levi in your dreams.

“(y/n),” Zeke demanded, slamming his flat hand against the vanity table.

Before you could snap out of trance, his hand snapped and strangled your throat in one swoop and lifted you off a couple of inches in the air.

“Zeke,” you gasped, clutching your hands onto his, gripping your neck too tightly. Veins protruded on your temple, coughing. The tea cup beside you fell on a carpet floor.

Before getting up to bed, his hand snapped onto your throat, lifting you inches off the ground. Choking, your hands instinctively clasped to Zeke’s hand from strangling you. “Zeke,” you said, chucking a little spit out from his strangle. “Zeke,” you uttered again.

“Pay attention to the words next time, so I won’t leave a scratch on you,” he warned.

“Scratch?” you uttered in disbelief. “Seems you haven’t lost your touch to war. Honestly, I should’ve expect this from a stupid monkey.”

His nails dug in deeper against your voice box. “Don’t worry, I still have the status as a Warchief. I’d do more than just strangling you. I was planning to give you a gift, but you’re so disinterested in it. And right now, you’re being insincere.”

The spit on your cough splattered his nose bridge. The Zeke you used to familiar with has glasses and a beard. Right now the Zeke presented before you is beardless and lens-free, appearing the same age as you, although the exception, he’s more beastly than his Titan form, filled with grueling and malice.

“The next time you disregard my words or disrespect your beloved mother—I’ll make sure to throw you off from Goliath and let the sea creatures feast on your lively corpse.”

The lungs in your chest blocked you, suffocating you to a point of no air, and your head feels as if it’s about to pop.

“Is that clear?” Zeke uttered in a friendly tone, making sure the people beside them through the walls won’t able to eavesdrop the conversation.

Hesitantly, you nodded, leaving Zeke loosened his grasp from your neck and dropped you on the floor without care. Without looking back, Zeke slammed the door. Your heart uneases when his footsteps went from quiet to loud, stomping.

Did Eren do something for Zeke to lash out on me?

Unknowing what the answer is, you kept yourself quiet until you fell asleep with your teary eyes.

I never wanted this.

I never wanted this, at all.

~~~

Under a golden daylight, Levi met his friend Furlan after a long breakfast. By long breakfast, it meant that the people in the third class took forever to gather their meals and beverage at the line. But he can’t complain since the days after the Rumbling, people are excited to see what’s left—mundane—in the land and sea. Everyone is convinced with Zeke’s prosperity and proposal, but what pack substance is that Levi is unconcerned and unconvinced by Zeke’s “moral” compass to humanity. Building the largest and grandest ship was nothing new but it gave new elements for the people to be distracted from. Still the raising conspiracy of suspicions lurked Levi at every corner.

Today’s breakfast, one that Levi and Furlan chose, are vastly different. While Furlan have honey-stacked pancakes with sprinkled sugar powder, thick syrup and silky sweet butter, three round patty sausages, and a cup of cold, fresh milk, Levi have the usual black tea and an apple, a small bowl of light soup of mushroom cream, and small piece of baguette for breakfast. He didn’t want anything heavy in the morning, considering how he didn’t want to have seasickness like the other passengers on board.

“Ah, that was a good breakfast,” Furlan said with a stretch, arms high above his head. “You could get anything in the ship, and you chose to have the ordinary breakfast—ones that you’ve already tried.”

“I was too damn tired from that night,” Levi said. “Goliath wasn’t tempting enough to rouse my curiosity.”

“But a certain someone did,” Furlan replied, wiggling his brows, nudging Levi by the elbow. “Say, when are you going to see her again?”

Levi shrugged. “I haven’t got a clue, but, I’ll do my damndest to find her around this stupid boat, even if it means being tossed into the ocean.”

“Ah, you can be dreamy at times,” Furlan said.

Levi smoothed the paper from eraser crumbs. “What about Isabel?”

“She’d get jealous if she finds out we’re on a grandest ship. But I think it’s a good thing she didn’t go. She’d get seasick; she wouldn’t able to eat or drink well right next to people who are seasick.”

“Believe me, with a crowd like this, there’s no way she’d survive under the constant pressure of being in a compacted room. She likes the fresh air and a wide range of space. I could say the same thing for her, as well.”

“Her?”

Levi’s back slumped and traced the line over again after messing it up for the second time. With a shaded location, he couldn’t see his mistakes in his drawing well, using a pencil stump to blend the dark etches, forming it like shadow casted on a person’s face.

“Seems like you’ve been drawing lately,” Furlan complimented.

“I have to, thanks to my personal therapist.”

“You don’t sound grateful.”

“Quite the opposite, actually.”

“Would you mind give my darling a best portrait of her? I promise I’ll pay you.”

“Since when do you have a darling?”

“Last night.”

“I don’t do negotiations,” Levi answered.

“Come on, for your long time pal.” Furlan clasped his arm around Levi’s shoulders.

“I don’t think so,” Levi declined. Before he could register a profound laughter, a shimmering violet dress had caught his eye. While everyone on the third class were in dark warm clothing, the woman who came by had a vibrancy glowing around her. In a violet dress with white bishop sleeves. On her violet dress, it’s covered with embroidered butterflies and flowers protruded from the neckline to the waist of her dress. Her hair is long and neat, unlike that night where it was disheveled and unruly. Her eyes were somewhat gloomy but hides with a twinkle each time she greets the third class passengers.

“Who’s that, darling?” the woman beside Furlan asked.

“Well, what do you know, it’s Levi’s girlfriend!” Furlan said, but got elbowed by Levi.

Your eyes darted to him. A once sullen tone shifted to a relief. You strode by over him, which he propped himself up with a cane stick and greeted you with a faint smile.

“Hello, Levi,” you said.

“H-Hi,” Levi uttered in gentle manner, which Furlan stifled a laughter.

“How was your morning?”

“Good—very good.”

“I was hoping you’d like to take a leisure stroll with me…in private.”

In a moment, Levi’s tranquil face flushed with redness, though Levi’s usual deadpan expression was still there, it’s only his eyes are in a different set of mood.

His hand extended to you. “Shall we go, Miss?”

You looked back and forth between his face then his open palm. With a smirk etched onto your sorrowful visage, you reached his palm back, entangled it, leading him upstairs at the outside air at the too deck of the Goliath ship.

~~~

Under the course of tasting the sea’s air and sunlight, needless to say, both of you are at your well-behaved manners. The etiquette of prolific society required a well-sophisticated performance—a mask beneath the real identity. None suspected of you, to which you’re glad, but you kept your head down for the most part, but with a handsome man beside you didn’t help the heat at the back underneath your fitting dress and flowing skirts and sleeves. With your long hair, you’re glad you never listen to the advice of the elderly women of what suits and doesn’t suit you. Whoever they are, they should play tea parties instead.

“It looked different compare to where I used to live,” Levi said aloud. “Whenever there’s sunlight, it’s always peaking out from the lush trees. Sometimes it never appear behind anywhere tall and humongous. Here, out on the heart of sea, it feels like the sun goes with us when sailing.”

“What do you mean, Mister Levi,” you answered, tucking your hair.

“Where I come from was different…our lives may have serve during the war, but most of us are indoor sort of way,” he clarified. “Even if we go outside, riding on our horses, taking back our lives and peace, it felt like we’re in a cage to begin with no matter how much we fought against those greedy sons of bitches.”

A giggle escaped your mouth. “I never thought of it that way since my family were always talking about how great Marley is, but all I gained was tea parties and dresses and wasteful consumptions in a duration of talk, wasteful on conversations like parties and dinner sets and dresses and secret affairs, and talking about low lives, the people who aren’t high social status. All is nothing but a bore. I just wanted something different topic to talk about. My father had the same idea, but my mom and her frivolous relatives shut us down as if we’re complete low machines to them.”

“They could talk about how great people are, but still considered as pretentious without realizing it,” he concluded.

“Exactly!” you said. “Funny they always said to me how I should serve them for the maintaining image. I’d say they’re serving themselves to serve their fragile ego, when they had nothing meaningful to say except for how much money they have. In the end, without the Titans, they still all serve for constricted peace and money. How do we live with these atrocious…things, I swear I could’ve faint at any moment, but I’m not like those oblivious, self-centered buffoons.”

Levi smirked. “You’re quite passionate since this morning.”

“The more people suffocate me, the more I became fervent of a subject, of any kind. I don’t know, everything in my life felt so small even when I gained every access. It felt like maybe I’m being an ungrateful, insincere brat.”

He shook his head. “I don’t think so. Whatever they’re thinking or what their ideas are, they only talk out of their fragile asses. Seems like all adults are—their maturity stage are still at the infant level, no matter how much knowledge they’ve gained from the social and work protocol.”

“My family, even my mother and my relatives, they never liked work. They all love to use my father’s name as a way to enter the lavish society in order to regain their reputation back,” you said with a saddened tone. “Thanks to them, I feel tied up at the moment. My…someone threatened me that if I don’t cooperate to a certain someone’s needs, they’d throw me off the ship.”

“It’s not going to happen while I’m around. Whoever you’re referring to, that blazing flame inside you in your heart, it won’t fade.”

“Will you be here with me more often?”

“I’ll set your heart with warmth, whatever it takes for you to be free as your true self around me.”

“I can fire up my own heart, even if it means burning someone’s selfish ideology on me.”

“Then I’ll give you my matchstick, even if it’s the last one. Who is it you’re engaged to, if I may ask.”

You leaned your lips against him in between his neck and ear, taking a scent of strong, velvet cologne on him. “Zeke Yeager—the last heir to the Fritz family. I hear that Fritz family are well-protected from the likes of Ackerman family, but I don’t think the Fritz family did well, since some of them are—from what I heard—are sadistic, especially the king, King Fritz, before we’re born—I’ve always hated the stupid bastard, no matter how many times they’ve told the story.”

Each time you spoke, Levi’s skin tickled at your breath. Regardless of a thought, your words inspired him to come out of his shell little by little. It is true that Ackermans’s sole purpose is to serve the Fritz family. Knowing this, knowing you hated King Fritz and Zeke Yeager, it tells Levi what he needs to know, and containing a new limelight—the judge of character, especially towards you, he immediately saw a side of you that has been pushed down for so long. One that everyone loathes on, Levi considered you to be a fine soldier in your own ways. He could imagine of your fates are like if you’re born in Paradis instead of Marley, of meeting you during the time of Survey Corps and the missions.

As you pulled back, you searched for a nearby bench to perch on. Patting on a empty side, you beckoned Levi to sit beside you.

“If I may ask, Mister Levi, why do you have a cane with you?”

Levi glanced down at his cane. “The device that used to strap onto my leg was no good. It nearly damaged the skin and my bones, so I decided to use an alternate option. Honestly, my leg wasn’t good as before, but I’d rather have this than a device that could potentially infect my bones and skin. Does it displease you, seeing me like this?”

In quiet panic, your head motioned frantically. “Not at all, Mister Levi. It’s just that, I feel rather sorry; you’re too handsome and too good for you to use a walking stick.”

His back slouched. “Not to mention short.”

“I don’t care if you’re short; even when you’re broken on the outside, you’re too good for everybody, even for me,” you said as your hands reached its way to touch his. “Whatever happened to you, you deserve to live a good life. I can only imagine a scenario, of ways on how you got your leg at disadvantage. Shall I call a doctor to inspect you? I could try to help to maintain a good physician and a physical therapist for your leg and foot to be better.”

Levi waved it off. “No need.” Watching the brightened expression off of your face, Levi felt down. “A beautiful lady before me shouldn’t give pity to someone like me.”

“I wasn’t giving pity, I was only trying to help by suggesting on how to make your health easier.”

His eyes closed, smiling ear-to-ear, chuckling, hands grasping the cane, leaning forward.

“Is there something amusing?”

As he strained his chuckle, facing you, he said, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re adorable, as well as endearing,” he spoke. “I wonder why people are avoiding you when you’re just as exquisite and interesting.”

Staggered, you were too stunned to respond at his unfiltered words. “Mister—”

“Levi,” he advised. “Please refer to me as Levi. Mister is making me feel old.”

“You don’t look old,” you said, flustered. “You’re too handsome. I almost mistaken you for a new heir to the throne.”

Levi chuckled once more. “I’m no prince; I’m just a wandering soul who’ll live the life to the fullest.”

Hearing the rumpling paper beside him, the drawings nearly flew away. You caught them by jumping high in the air. Luckily, no one was paying attention to you.

“What are these?” you asked, flipping the pages over, you saw the pages of detailed drawings he carved and crafted with just a shade stump and a finely thin pencil he carved from a honed knife. Each page you flipped, you stared with awe. You have seen fine art throughout your whole life, from a young girl to a lady, art has been your escape, a way of coping from your mother and your relatives’s doltish and dull skills and interactions. You have seen paintings that are as winsome as a crowning sky, but seeing Levi’s artworks has been nothing but otherworldly, something you want to dive in and stay there for eternity. All the colors and shapes are immaculate, and the proportions and detailed designs on people is exquisite.

“It’s beautiful,” you said, handing it back to him. “You have keen eye when it comes to drawings and color schemes.”

Levi tucked his head. “Thank you, Miss O’Connell. It’s never meant to be for sale.”

“What is it for?”

Shamefully, Levi’s dull eyes darted to yours. “That’s something to be discussed in another time. But I’m touched on how you complimented my drawings.”

“How long have you been doing this?”

“For a while, given five years or so, right after the Rumbling,” he stated. “I could draw on my left hand as well.”

You were taken aback. “Oh?”

“I can do so many things with my hands,” he whispered onto your ear.

“Like,” you coaxed, blushing again.

“Like, I can do a knife tricks, and aside from making tea, I’m also good at cleaning.”

“Cleaning,” you repeated, the back of your neck was scorching.

“Yes, I’m an expert when it comes to cleaning, especially with certain materials on one’s body. I can make it pristine and shiny again.”

Your lips quivered for a moment. “Y-Yes.”

And with that, Levi rose onto his feet, indicating for you to go alongside him. “Come, Miss O’Connell. I’d like to show you something you might be particularly interested in. Perhaps inspired along the journey, if you let me.”

“I’d be happy to,” your hand clasped around his arm, letting him lead onto a new destination. “Levi, I want you to call me (y/n). Can you call me that from now on?”

His lips pressed against your cheek. “As you wish, (y/n).”

~~~

Later that day, on the afternoon, the weather has been given time that the air has cooled off from the steaming sunrise. The rigid air pressed against your shielded skin. As of now, you hated wearing thick and full on your limbs. You wished to have an alternative look from the rigid society. You liked dresses and jewelry, in fact, you loved them, but somehow ever since Zeke came to give you a present or how Gertrude was giving you orders to be desirable, you want nothing more but to burn and sell them.

Let alone to see your mother and your useless close-minded relatives be terrorized with agony from watching you burning the prized possessions and sell them—whichever in between. Or have the Titans feast on their flesh. Either way, you wanted a new sights and experiences to see and feel, like Levi said, as a wandering soul.

Tonight was when Zeke announced of the formal dinner at the first class at the centered room. At this point you wanted to choke yourself from eating grotesque meal. Gertrude, on the other hand, kept pestering you, but you successfully ignored her. At this point on, no matter what you say or do, they’ll be offended or having a phobia of speaking or looking at you. Considering the options, if you do become as Queen, you have a power to terrorize your mother and your unintelligent relatives. But if you’re a Queen, Zeke will do nothing but to terrorize you, too, if making a wrong note.

Each time you’re dressed—primmed and proper—you wanted nothing more but to walk on the deck with Levi for eternity. Be touched and praised by him, for him to tear your thick and full dress out and underneath him is merely a pure arousing fantasy you want to escape from the society’s dark ulterior motives.

“Let’s go, (y/n),” Gertrude ordered. “Your presence must be under Zeke’s perfect plan for tonight. Everything must go well-accordingly. Make no mistake again, or I’ll have you thrown into a cage and never to be outside again until you learn what it means to be compliant and subservient.”

“You never considered anyone’s personal feelings and opinions, Mother,” you nonchalantly responded.

“I never considered you, at all,” Gertrude snapped. “Stop making these stupid statements. Stop clinging onto the idea of being independent and learn what it takes to be a suitable lady for a suitable man.”

“To hell with these people and this society,” you said under your breath. Thankfully, no one caught that. Not even Eren, who was walking beside Gertrude, who gave her a sincere grin. But when he turns to look at you, you could only remember but his warning.

I could only wish someone save me from this hellhole.

~~~

In the dining hall, the violinists strung with their bow as the pianist rapidly played the keys on the piano. Everyone was roaring with excitement as you entered into the hall alone while Gertrude was clinging onto Zeke’s arm.

You didn’t greet anyone with a full wide smile. You gave a small nod in return. Too much of yourself isn’t a good thing, in fact, be the best version that everyone wants you to be as, your mother said to you, aiming you with a smile as a warning.

Once you sat down beside Zeke, while Zeke sat at the end of the table as the main host, you, on the other hand sat on the assigned seat as a female guest of honor while Gertrude sat farther from you. Thankfully, you don’t have to deal with her shrill voice.

When Zeke stood, the violinists stopped playing, and the guests were watching him, abiding.

“Please enjoy your stay here at Goliath. We have the best meal and best drinks, so make yourselves comfortable. Eat and drink to your hearts’ content!”

The guests cheered.

It felt like you’re stuck in a loophole, constantly slamming at your face. You wanted to face the roaring thunder and raging seas again. You wanted to feel the coldest rainfall.

I wish he’s here.

After Zeke sat down, everyone feasted to their hearts’s content. Meanwhile, you’re stuck with worthless meal—filled with veggies and carrots and potato salad—no savory meat or wine glass for you to fill. Meanwhile, Eren sat beside your mother, chatting with a soft, yet firm benign tone that he could muster.

“Sweetheart,” Zeke said, clasping your shoulder. His touch raised a quiet anger in your chest. “As your future husband, I want to give this to you, only if you meet me at the balcony after our feast tonight.”

As your lips parted, another voice boomed in.

“I’m sorry for the intrusion. I hope I’m not too late at the grand feast,” a deep voice said behind you. Everyone in the grand table stopped talking and veered at the new coming guest. Beside you, your eyes veered—your sight didn’t deceive you. It was real as it gets.

Beside you, was none other than Levi Ackerman, lounging with his good leg crossed—ankle placed over to his knee at the grand table before you. Looking back to Zeke, Zeke’s twinkled eyes were now contained in an alienating state of fury. Looking back at Levi, his silver-blue eyes are composed, as if he was already friends with danger and despair.

Man to man.

No.

Man and the Titan.

“Yeager,” Levi said, glaring.

“Ackerman,” Zeke replied with venom.

Everyone whispered at Levi’s presence. And everyone exchanged their muttered words under the words: “Do they know each other? Have they met before? Are they friends?”

Everyone knew who Levi is except you. Your heart felt broken, knowing why everyone is aware of him.

But from harsh exchange looks between Levi and Zeke, it could only come to a conclusion.

Their raging war has begun.

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kxisuke · 2 years

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hi!! i love your writting. can i request a story about a love triangle between Levi, reader and Farlan? you could add whatever you want…. iykyk

need to know

pairings: levi ackerman + farlan church x fem!reader

summary: you couldn't choose between the two of them. they had to settle it one way or the other... sharing is caring, right?

warnings: NSFW/smut content ahead, 18+ only!, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms

word count: 2k

a/n: FARLAN IS SUCH AN UNDERRATED CHARACTER (he's fine asf too) THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS i enjoyed writing this a lot so bless you anon and enjoy this absolutely disaster of a story :D (maybe i'll continue this as a series??)

note: all the characters are aged up!

Farlan’s smile. Levi’s seriousness.

Levi’s kindness. Farlan’s generosity

There was always something to love about both. They were opposites, but you loved them both equally. And your heart couldn’t choose.

“Hey, y/n.” You turn from where you’re standing at the stove, making dinner for the night, surprised to see Farlan behind you.

“Oh, hey Farlan.” He inhales the smell of the soup you’re making, a smile breaking out on his face.

“Wow. That smells delicious.” A blush spreads on your cheeks and you turn back to the food in an attempt to hide it. “Do you need help with anything?” You look back, scanning the kitchen for anything he could do. You settle on handing him the spoon.

“Stir this. But no taste testing.” A sneaky grin creeps on his lips, but he nods.

“I can’t guarantee anything, y/n.” You chuckle to yourself, turning around before your heart leaps out of your chest. Busying yourself prepping the table, Farlan continues to make comments from where he’s standing, and you can’t help but laugh at his jokes.

Levi watches from the doorway, surprised that the two of you haven’t noticed his presence yet. He can’t help the scowl on his face, it’s not fair that Farlan beat him to the kitchen. He was supposed to help you, but Isabel held him back and apparently Farlan had the same idea. Entering the room, he hides the annoyance on his face and sits down at the table. Farlan’s the first to notice his friend, and he speaks up from the stove.

“Levi! Glad you could join us. Where’s Isabel?” He only shrugs, eyes staying locked on your body as you move through the kitchen, putting down plates and utensils. The red-haired girl comes bounding in soon after, going to take a seat next to Levi. He sticks his hand out, preventing her from sitting.

“This seat is for y/n.” Isabel narrows her eyes but complies, sitting across from him instead. With the help of Farlan, you bring over bowls of soup for everyone, making sure to grab the basket of freshly baked bread from the counter. You sit next to Levi, and he smiles appreciatively when you hand him his bowl. Everyone starts to dig in, but Levi’s the first to speak up.

“Thanks for dinner, y/n. It’s delicious, as always.” You blush and smile, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“Yeah, don’t mention it. I’m glad you like it.” Levi turns back to his bowl, but not before meeting eyes with Farlan. Something invisible passes between them, but suddenly the tension at the table increases to the point where every spoonful of your soup is awkward. Isabel eyes the two boys, who are both silently eating, before glancing at you. Understanding flashes in her eyes and she smirks down at her meal. You all eat in silence, except for the occasional passing of bread around.

“Here, y/n. I’ll take your plate.” Farlan reaches across the table, grabbing your empty bowl as well as his own. Thanking him silently, you don’t notice Levi shoot him a glare from where he’s sitting.

“Farlan. Can I talk to you outside for a second?” Levi stands from his spot at the table and dumps his bowl in the sink, walking silently to the door. Farlan glances at you and Isabel before following Levi out the door onto the balcony.

“What’s up, Levi?” He takes a seat on the ledge, and Levi stays standing behind, closer to the door.

“You know what’s up.” Farlan suppresses the urge to roll his eyes and turns back to face his friend.

“Okay, you know what? Let’s make a deal. Because I don’t want to fight with you over something like this. We’re friends. We shouldn’t let a girl drive us apart.” Levi raises an eyebrow at his suggestion, and folds his arms over his chest.

“I’m interested.” Farlan grins, turning back to face the city.

“How about this. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I can tell that y/n has feelings for at least one of us. You should see the way I catch her looking at me sometimes.” Levi rolls his eyes, letting a sigh escape his lips, but doesn’t say anything.

“Anyway, since Isabel’s gonna be out tonight, we can... y’know… how do they say it on the surface... ménage à trois.” Levi’s eyes widen and he can feel his body heat up, but he brushes all the dirty thoughts running through his mind aside when Farlan climbs down from the ledge, holding his hand out.

“What about it, friend? We can see which one of us she likes better.” Levi accepts Farlan’s outstretched hand and shakes it once, failing to suppress the smirk appearing on his face.

“Deal.”

“Alright, I'm heading out for the night. I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” Isabel slings her backpack over her shoulder, and you turn from your spot on the couch. Offering a smile and a wave, you bid her farewell before the door shuts and locks behind her. Levi’s sitting on the seat across from you, flipping through a book, and Farlan’s nowhere to be seen.

A moment passes and you sit in silence, your eyes focused on your book. You don’t pay any mind to Levi when he closes his book and puts it aside, standing and walking somewhere, eyes not leaving where you’re sitting.

“What is it, Levi?” He stops in front of you, wordlessly taking the book out of your hands and placing it aside. Without warning, he reaches down and caresses your cheek, bringing your lips to connect with his.

Your heart races and butterflies erupt in your stomach as you move your lips against his, a peculiar feeling growing in your stomach. Excitement? Nervousness? You can’t quite place it. Levi grabs your waist, bringing you to your feet and clumsily leading you towards his bedroom, lips still on yours. As he shuts the door to his room, you immediately register what’s about to happen. You can barely get words out of your mouth as Levi takes off your sweater, kissing down your neck and across your collarbone.

“Wait, Levi… what- what about Farlan? He’s-”

“Right here, love.” Levi pushes you gently down onto the bed, right into Farlan’s lap, smirking at the surprise in your eyes.

“Wha-”

“Shh, we’ll take care of you, darling.” You don’t have any objections, and within moments your clothes are gently removed from your body and tossed aside, Levi kissing down your body and Farlan’s hands exploring every inch of your body.

Gasps and tiny moans slip out of your lips as Farlan’s hands brush over your nipples, rolling the perky buds between his fingers until your body feels like it’s on fire, the feeling from earlier coming back at full force until you finally realize what it is.

I want them. I want them so badly.

“P-please...” Your small voice catches the two boys by surprise, and eyes turn to you, your face flushed crimson and eyes pleading with them. “D-do something.”

Like a switch flipped in both of their minds, they don’t hesitate for a second to give you what you want, Levi grabbing hold of your waist and flipping you over onto your stomach, your ass hanging off the end of the bed.

“Wanna go first, Farlan?” His head perks up at the offer, and he climbs of the bed and within seconds you can feel him pushing his length between your folds, your slick coating his cock. You hear the shaky groan leave his mouth before he slowly pushes into you, an almost strangled moan leaving your mouth at the feeling of him bottoming out in you.

“Good girl, taking him so well.” Levi lifts your head up with his fingers, gently caressing your cheek. You avert your eyes, embarrassed that he’s seeing you in such a vulnerable position, panting and moaning as Farlan’s hips move in a steady pace, slowly driving you mad.

“Hey, eyes on me, baby.” Your eyes turn back in obedience, and Levi takes in the sight before him, of his friend coming undone behind you and the one he loves practically sobbing because of the feeling that Farlan’s giving her. What he doesn’t expect is for you to take his throbbing cock in your delicate hands, stroking his shaft, fingers brushing over his tip. He bites down hard on his lip to hide the sounds threatening to come out of his mouth, but he can’t help his body’s response to your actions, cock twitching in your hands.

In moments, Farlan has you gripping the sheets, white clouding your vision for a moment and a cry of pleasure leaving your lips as you finally reach your high, Farlan following closely after, the feeling of your walls squeezing around him becoming too much for even him to handle.

“F-fuck, y/n...” Your body drops down in exhaustion on the bed, your actions on Levi forgotten as you take heavy breaths to calm your racing heart.

“We’re not done quite yet.” Levi’s voice makes goosebumps appear across your body, a yelp leaving your mouth as he grabs your hips, gently flipping you over so you’re now facing upwards on the bed. You cover your eyes with your arm, not able to look him in the eyes as you’re completely exposed in front of them both.

“Don’t be shy, y/n. You’re safe here.” Farlan kisses your forehead and your insecurities seem to melt away, and Levi takes your wrist and moves it away from your eyes. Sinking into you, he can’t hold back the sounds that come out of his mouth at the feeling of finally being inside you.

Curling your hands into fists, the soft fabric of the bedsheets clenching between your fingers, your body tries to keep up with the fast pace Levi sets. His hips snap into yours at an almost inhuman speed, one of his hands pressed gently on your abdomen and the other gripping your waist to the point you think it might bruise. But you can barely feel it over the flaming sensation covering your entire body, your mind blanking and everything else around you disappearing, your mind only focused on the two boys in the room with you.

“G-gonna...can’t- ah!” Your back arches off the mattress and another orgasm hits you, your legs trembling from where they’re wrapped around Levi’s waist, and your eyes rolling back into your head out of pleasure.

“Shit- I'm close too...” His breath is heavy and the pace he set earlier flies out the window, his thrusts becoming sloppy as his orgasm dangles just out of his reach. One look down at you and your pretty face, all fucked out because of his own actions, and he can’t help himself. With a muffled groan, he spills his load inside you, mind going blank for just a moment as he relishes in this feeling.

Farlan gives Levi a moment to recover as he stands and turns the lock on the door, grabbing the towel he got earlier and using it to gently clean you up. Him and Levi put their boxers back on, helping you back into your undergarments and sliding one of Levi’s shirts over your form. They pull you down on the bed, lying on either side of you, watching you slowly drift off into a peaceful sleep.

“I wonder who she’ll choose.” Farlan’s voice is quiet so as to not disturb you, and Levi can’t help but sigh.

“Yeah. Let's not think about that right now, though. I was just able to have sex with the one person I actually have feelings towards, and the last thing I want on my mind right now is the possibility that she could choose my best friend over me.” Both boys turn to face you, watching your chest rise and fall with your breath, each one of them admiring different parts of you that they love.

“You’re right, Levi. Let’s just get some rest.”

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imaginesnkdorks · 5 years

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Uuuh can I get a farlan x reader one shot?? Like he meets the reader at the survey corps after they joined and he falls for the reader? That would be awesome :o I love this blog btw keep up the good work!!!

Farlan’s Promise

Words: 1742

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Farlan x Reader

Warnings: Nothing, aside from Spoilers.

They were gangsters from the underground. What was Squad Leader Erwin thinking? Apparently, they were smart and was able to procure 3DM gears and use them masterfully. Even better than some Military Police, as some people say – which I honestly doubt. It took us three years of training to be able to use the gears effectively!

“Y/N! Ready the horses. The new recruits will be starting on that today.”

“Yes, sir!” It was Erwin Smith. Of course, it’s just my luck to get assigned to help those gangsters get used to riding horses. Obviously, there weren’t any horses down where they came from.

I stood waiting with four horses. Yes, just four. I can’t believe I’ll be handling this on my own! Is Commander Keith angry at me? Is this punishment for something?

“neighhhh!”

“What?!” The neigh of a horse pulled me from my thoughts so rudely. A redheaded girl was on a horse!

“Hey!” She just ignored me and went on laughing while the horse was trotting.

“Oh, don’t mind Isabell. She’s just excited to be on a horse.” A blond guy walked over to me, explaining things in a way as if he’d known me forever.

“Who are you?”

“Farlan Church.” He said, gesturing to shake my hand before continuing, “that one on the horse is Isabell, this guy here is Levi. We were introduced this morning? New recruits.”

Of course. Heat traveled my cheeks. What a first impression, I’ve made a total fool of myself. They were up front this morning. But I have an excuse! I was at the very back, you see… totally not paying attention. Oh god, is that why I’m here?

“Hello?” Farlan seemed to think I was a little too lost in my head and went on to wave his hand right in front of my face. Gulping, as if I could gulf down my embarrassment and restore some pride, I snapped out of it and stood a little straighter.

“I’m Y/N. I’ll be helping you with your horses today.” I turned around to look at that Isabell girl, and she was already prancing around the field. First time, huh? “She seems to be doing well enough.”

“Yes. Isabell has always been better handling animals, right Levi?” Farlan replied, suddenly wrapping an arm on Levi’s shoulder – which annoyed the shorter man.

“Tsk. This is a waste of time.” Levi’s tone is akin to a sharp knife.

“This is important, Levi. Out of these walls, having a horse could be the difference between life and death. We have nowhere to run to out there.” I’m surprised I was still able to keep my mood in check.

“Yes, Levi. Listen to Y/N.” Farlan took my side, eh? “So, where do we start?”

That was tiring. Isabell turned out to be a natural equestrian. It’s almost unbelievable it was her first time on a horse. Another surprising thing about her? She’s not what I expected of a gangster. I honestly enjoyed being around her. Pretty much the opposite with Levi. He would throw in an insult every now and then, which will be instantly shut down by Farlan. Then Levi decided to keep his mouth shut, but the way he looks at me was equally as hurtful as his words.

Farlan, on the other hand, was amazing – for lack of better word. He was kind, and such a gentleman. We ended up riding around at a slow pace, talking about our lives. It was like I’ve known him forever. That would have been a nice end to my day, however, I still have work to do. The Commander just asked me to deliver some files to Squad Leader Erwin.

It was quiet around the offices, as most of the people are either having dinner or are still running around the field or doing simulations in the training area. Erwin, being the dedicated and hardworking person that he is, is still in his office.

“Come in.” Came his voice at my knock.

“Sir, the commander asked me to give you this.” His office was huge! And neat, might I add.

“Thank you.” Erwin said, attention already back on what he was doing. I saluted before leaving but I doubt that he even saw it. Now that that’s done, my day is officially over – “Ah! Owww.”

“I’m sorry!”

Yeah, I’d bump into someone face first as I turn the corner. “Farlan?” As it happens, it was him again.

“Y/N, are you alright?” He helped to my feet, grabbing my hand in the process… oh. His warm hands.

“Yes,” I answered, sounding very breathless. “I wasn’t looking, I’m sorry.”

“No, no. It’s my fault. Are you sure you’re alright? Nothing hurts?” He asked, concern evident on both his face and voice. Huh, it feels nice to have someone care for you. Not that I think he cares! No, he’s just… guilty, right? That he bumped into me.

“Of course. I’m a big girl.” I said… oh my god. What kind of answer is that?

“Oh. Haha, of course, you are.” Farlan chuckled before letting go of my hand. He was smiling – maybe at the thought of my foolishness.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, desperate to change the subject. “These are the office wing.” At that, it suddenly occurred to me how strange it is to bump into him here. I don’t frequent this area and I’ve been in the Survey Corps for almost two years. The reason being that file and rank soldiers aren’t really allowed here, except when they have business with an officer as I did.

“Just taking a walk.”

“Huh, but we’re… I mean, you’re not really allowed here?” Now he’d think I’m rude. I’m sure of it!

“I know. I’m a bad boy.” He said, with a wink.

Do you know what a blushing mess is? It’s me at this very moment. Farlan laughed at the blushing mess.

“Are you just about to head to eat?”

“Ah, no. I’ll just be walking around some. Before going to bed.”

“Great! I’ll walk with you.”

That’s how I ended up walking with Farlan, right at the field where we rode horses this morning. I really do enjoy being with him. He has a lot of interesting things to say.

“And Levi just sliced up his hand in a flick!” He said, eyes glinting with energy, voice buzzing with excitement.

“All that just because he tried to touch Levi?”

“Yep. With a dirty hand.”

“Wow.” I was stunned. From now on, I won’t be rude to Levi.

“How about you Y/N, how did you end up here?” He asked, all curious now and looking at me as if what I was about to say is very important.

“Well… It’s really constricting inside the walls, don’t you think? Everything’s the same. I wanted to see if there could be something more.” I answered honestly.

“I think I understand.” He then smiled at me, and it was the most beautiful smile I’ve seen. We kept walking and talking under the moonlight, and somehow, our hands ended up clasp together. We reached the barracks and everything was silent – aside from the occasional chirping buds and the rustling of the leaves.

“That was fun.” He said, suddenly looking at our hands.

“Yes. I’m glad I got to know you better.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He said, as he closed the gap between us and kissed me on my forehead. A kiss! I was stunned and my heart felt like it jumped to my throat. Excitement rushed throughout my body and I am just very happy.

“Goodnight.” Was all I could say, though, before entering the building and making my way to my room. The smile on my face never left.

It was like that the following days. Sometimes we’ll lay on the grass, at the clearing in the woods near the barracks. Other times, we’ll be at the rooftop gazing at the moon and stars. There were also days where we’d sneak out to the lake near HQ and just sit and talk. And just like that, Farlan became the most important person in my life. Which is why I am dreading tomorrow.

“Hey, you haven’t been smiling. Don’t tell me you already tire of my company?” Farlan asked, poking my cheek in his playfully adorable manner.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just…” a heavy sigh escaped and I couldn’t get my next words out.

“What is it?” He whispered, warm hands resting on my cheeks.

“It’s tomorrow. The expedition.”

Knots formed on Farlan’s forehead. We haven’t talked about it. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before opening them again. The fire of resolve was very evident, eyes of someone very determined.

“Nothing bad is going to happen. We’ll live through it, get back here safely.” He said, hold on my face a little firmer, the resolve on his eyes ever stronger.

“I’m scared.” I confessed. I’ve seen the Titans. I know what we’ll be facing. Before meeting Farlan, my fear was just for myself. For my friends too, yes. But it wasn’t like this. The prospect of losing Farlan is just unthinkable.

“I’ll be right beside you the whole way. I promise.”

I believed him. I know he’d do as he says. If Farlan said we’ll be okay, we will be. I nodded, weakly. A second or two passed before Farlan took the leap and kissed me. It was everything I could ever want. Gentle but strong, it made me happy and ache. It lasted forever but was over in a second. That was the moment I was sure that I love him.

“Y/N, it will be okay. I love you, I won’t let anything happen to you… I would… I would die for you.”

My grip on him got tighter. “Don’t. Don’t you dare die for me. Live! Live with me, please.”

He nodded, sincerely. “I promise. We’ll survive this.” Then he kissed me. Again, then again, and again.

But… he broke his promise.

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aotimagines · 6 years

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what about some fluffy farlan :3 maybe he is taking care of a sick s/o or like cuddling

I’ll do my best!

Honestly, Farlan’s level of compassion and care depends on how sick his s/o truly is. While he is no clean-freak like Levi, there’s a certain level of apprehension about all the germs in the air.

If they were really ill and it wasn’t just a minor head cold, Farlan would do his best to make sure his s/o was well-taken care of, whether that means making sure they eat enough by scrapping together a meager meal or helping them clean off after a feverish sweat.

He’d be pretty doting, all things considered, and would stay by his s/o’s bedside until they fell asleep. Tenderly, he’s brush his fingers through their sweaty bangs and make sure that they were comfortable enough to sleep through the night. Isabel may tease him a little about how soft he becomes around his s/o, but Farlan would end the conversation with a quick bop to the head.

Since they live life in the Underground, resources are scarce and hard to come by. If his s/o’s condition takes a turn for the worst, Farlan would become melancholy and despondent. No matter how optimistic he wants to be, Farlan is a realistic guy. There’s a high chance his s/o won’t pull through this sickness and there’s no way that he can afford to pay for medicine.

That’s where Levi steps in. One night, he’d come in and place a small bottle of medicine down on the table and stare at Farlan with a piercing gaze. Farlan knows better not to ask how the hell Levi got a hold of something like this, considering it was probably violent and not even in the realm of legal.

With the medicine, his s/o would recover fairly fast and would be back to their typical happy selves. Farlan would be thrilled to see his s/o recovered and makes sure to keep a close eye on them whenever they might get sick. It goes without saying that his s/o would return the favor if he ever fell ill!

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suckerforhanon · 2 years

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⚠️!!! Spoiler for aot I guess!!! ⚠️

Like I just noticed but...

Levi always finds himself with a energetic brunette and smart blonde

(I was going put Miche too but I wasn't sure about their relationship after ova)

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mcjeanalds · 2 years

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this time, i come without the fear of perishing.

however.

omg.

i headcanon that isabel is overly protective of her older brother (levi), so she would naturally not be happy with the idea of him getting a s/o. like shes so standoffish. she thinks that the s/o will not last. she watches a lot of disney movies LMFAOOO. like she would believe that the s/o is actually a secret villain in disguise *audible gasp*

as for furlan, he is definitely awkward around levi's s/o. *audible fear*

pls add on omg <3 ill love u forever i promise *audible love*

like like basically (shouldve just started with this but): headcanons of levi s/o meeting isabel and furlan in modern au

yas slay

for isabel, i actually think the opposite, i personally think that she'd be so excited for levi-bro and would not leave his s/o alone. ever. however, i do kinda agree that she'd be a liiiittle suspicious just because of their environment n shit, but nonetheless i think she'd be very hopeful that levi and his s/o last because of how intrigued she is

furlan? yeah. awkward 1000%. would not know how to hold a conversation with them. furlan is very much a man of business, and i don't think levi's s/o would be very much business-oriented, so it'd be kinda awkward. that doesn't mean he wouldn't be nice, though! he'd truly try his best to befriend levi's s/o and would definitely act kindly towards them

ok headcanon time (in this specific case, levi's s/o, aka you, is feminine and identifies as female)

- you weren't sure how comfortable you were knowing one of levi's roommates was a girl tbh

- levi was pretty understanding of that, but he assured you that isabel is literally like a baby sister to him

- him using the term "baby sister" was honestly very reassuring

- as soon as you walked through the door, any and all of your leftover suspicious of isabel were gone. she literally was like levi's baby sister and you were able to see that immediately

- "oh shit, you gotta be y/n! LEVI BRO! WHERE DID YOU FIND HER? I WANT ONE LIKE HER!" and then she grabs your hand and drags you over to the couch

- isabel asked more or less 47 questions about you in the span of like an hour

- "you're so pretty, what's your skincare routine?" "what's your favorite kind of flower? has levi ever gotten you those flowers? if he hasn't, i will." "is it hard dealing with levi sometimes? 'cause i know it is." "soooo, have the two of you... ya know... ;D"

- that's when levi would intervene LMAO

- "isabel, shut the fuck up. leave y/n alone."

"hey, would you rather me show no interest?"

"in this case, yes."

- you were really fond of isabel. even though she caught you off-guard with some of her curiosity, you still found her amusing and fun to be around

- furlan was fine. like, there was no genuine interaction like there was with isabel. just casual small talk, asking how your day was, all that kinda stuff

- you began to understand why levi and furlan were so close. both of them were very reserved and serious about what they spent their lives doing, and you respected furlan for that

- he was just a lot less intimidating than levi tho LMAO

- "so uh, y/n... y/n, right?"

"yeah, that's my name."

"alright, got it... are you ever gonna move in with us?"

"O_o"

- yeah so furlan's first impression was kinda weird, but you still thought he was great guy with just an awkward personality

- you really enjoyed spending time with isabel and furlan and were so happy to see that these were the people that surrounded levi. they seemed to have pretty optimistic attitudes, which you know levi needed

- when levi sat down next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, isabel fucking screamed and scared both of you shitless

- "THAT'S SO CUTE!!!! NO, LEVI, PUT YOUR ARM BACK! KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!"

- you and levi looked at each other with these goofy ass smiles and decided you had nothing to lose. so, you kissed

- "WOOOO HOO! YEAH, LEVI!"

"isabel, i will smack the shit out of you."

- overall, you absolutely loved levi's roommates and couldn't wait to see them more often. and, to answer furlan's off-putting question, yes, you talked about it with levi and would want to move in soon <3

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hajimeiwaswife · 2 years

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JAILBIRD: Crystal cage

Warnings: violence, blood, torture, death, implied sexual abuse, angst, hurt/comfort. MDNI

Summary: After being arrested by the Military Police for four months, you meet a very peculiar trio in the basement they hold you captured in. Isabel is happy to rescue an injured animal, Farlan loves to see the young woman happy in the outside world and Levi finds another reason to stay.

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Trapped. You've been trapped for a very long time, that much that you can't seem to calculate the exact amount; but you're sure you've been there for at least three or four months.

The crystal cage you've been kept in has some holes so you can breathe, letting your lungs fill of oxygen for some peaceful moments before you are tortured again. Electric shock therapies and waterboarding being the experiences you've lived up to recently. The Military Police are the most corrupted and heartless security force in the confines of the Walls, not caring if their ways are justified or not, finding pleasure in the suffering of others. The Military Police: your captors.

It all began with a small outbreak of flu at your town in Wall Rose, one that was leaving a mortality rate similar to that of the Scouts that explored the outside of your little secured space. The seriousness of the situation forced the government to send special medical equipment to investigate and eradicate the disease.

They discovered some people had more resistance to it than others, so they decided to carry out blood tests. It all seemed fine, you all were in the hands of humanity's best doctors. However, a week later you had some officials from the Military Police at your door, arresting you at the moment and sending you away from your family, who you never contacted again.

Since that day, you've been subdued to interrogations and tortures to find the reason behind the difference in the component of your blood compared to the one that was always found in the blood of the rest of the Walls' residents.

Truth be told, you were clueless, you still are. First of all, you really don't know much about anatomy nor chemistry, and secondly, you don't understand the obsession with that component, not comprehending why it matters that much if your blood is different to the others'.

You sigh, sat in the cage and bored out of your mind. It is one of those few moments you can be alone, without soldiers surrounding you. You don't know the exact location, but you are sure you are being kept in a basement for the number of boxes and storage that is in there.

It is when you hear footsteps and whispers that the tension in your body increments, cold sweat running down your back and sticking your stinky shirt to your skin. Foolish you are for thinking they would lend you more than a few minutes to recover from the last waterboarding session, water still dripping down your chin and hair completely wet.

You take deep breaths, remembering the feeling of it just in case this session will be the one that ends your life for good. Shaky hands grabbing the sleeves of your shirt and waiting for the face of one of the soldiers to appear in front of you at any moment, probably with a new towel neatly folded in his arm.

Nonetheless, you are surprised to see three new soldiers gathered at the corner near your cage, whispering in what seems to be a very heated argument. A raven-haired man was giving his back to you, gesturing aggressively to the two people in front of him; a very youthful and ginger girl and an attractive and blonde man. You can't hear what they are discussing, but you are relieved to discover that they aren't too interested in you.

"... I'll go alone."

"Aniki!"

"No, Levi."

You could make some words out, not enough to form a coherent sentence and definitely lacking context, but now you know the shorter man is named 'Levi' and that he wants to do something by himself while the other two don't seem very happy with that decision. Hoping to not be the topic of their chat, you realize they do not bear the Military Police symbol, but the Scouts'.

Surprised, you observe them from the claustrophobic cage you live in, wondering what the scouts could be doing down there and why they would be sent to an area that has only seen yours and the Military Police's face in this last four months.

You stare at them for a long time, not really catching what they say, but observing and assuring they aren't a threat. Although, anxiety and panic surface in your chest when your eyes catch turquoise ones that return a curious gaze. The ginger girl blinks a couple times towards you before turning her attention to her companions. Her lips move, you think you read a 'someone's here', though you're not sure.

Footsteps again, though now you see the three new soldiers approaching you, two of them not looking exactly happy and, between those two, one of them is giving a murderous aura. The latter, 'Levi', positions himself in front of your cage, his face calm but eyes telling a whole other story.

"What did you hear." he demands in a monotonous voice sending chills down your spine.

You can't answer, your throat sour of the screaming and lack of oxygen from half an hour ago, and the panic you're feeling constraints your vocal cords. Swallowing, you look around as if trying to escape from your destiny, the one that his impatient foot movement is dictating.

"I'm not repeating myself. Answer, scum." he orders again, voice more tense and body language threatening.

"I didn't—," you start, coughing when you feel the tightness and dryness in your throat, your voice husked, "I didn't h-hear any—anything." you finish saying between coughs, probably looking as pathetic and weak as you feel.

He doesn't reply, looking you over his shoulder with a condescending gaze and a scowl on his face. It feels nauseating, being in the presence of a dying woman, your face brushed and thrashed, limbs lethargic and nearly putrefied smell. With just a glance of disgust, he turns around and leaves, the blond man following behind with an apologetic nod of his head.

However, the ginger girl stays right where she has been during the brief encounter, smiling down at you with wide and gentle eyes. You stare at her, waiting for her to leave before the Military Police comes in again, but she sits on the floor to be at par with you.

"Hello!" she greets, voice loud, youthful and joyful, the contrary of what you feel right now.

"Hi." you mumble with a pained throat.

"What's your name?" she asks and you widen your eyes, not expecting her to be interested in knowing the name of a prisoner.

You consider replying, a little voice at the back of your mind warning you of it being a trap or a trick of some kind. It was true she didn't belong to the Military Police, but she was still a soldier and probably aware of your blood condition. What if answering means receiving double torture? Or maybe it was the contrary, not answering a soldier's question being the cause of your imminent death.

She waits patiently, you remind her of a cornered and injured animal in need of help and company and she would grant it to you.

"Y/n." you finally answer, opting that both possible outcomes were inevitable.

"That's a very beautiful name! I'm Isabel Magnolia, but you can call me Isabel."

You are bewildered, during the time you have been arrested, no soul has granted you the pleasure of receiving kind words in a gentle tone. But here she was, a soldier trying to be friendly to you, though you are still sceptic.

You just nod, looking at the floor of you cage in case your intense stare provokes an outrage in her. But she just smiles at you, a caring and gentle smile.

"Why are you being kept in here?" she asks after a few moments of silence, voice filled with curiosity.

Wide eyed, you lift your head abruptly and wait for her to laugh at you, confessing for it to be a joke. But she doesn't, her expression showing the same her voice has conveyed. That's when you start thinking, maybe the Military Police has illegally imprisoned you and no other security corps knows about what they have been performing in this exact basement.

So you tell her, hope of being freed inevitably cursing through your body as much as you try to convince yourself of not letting the high expectations reach to you. The horror expression on her face while you narrate the multiple tortures you've suffered are prove enough to confirm your suspicions: no one knows you're here.

"Tha-that's... I can't believe they'd be so cruel!" she exclaims and wipes the tears that have run down her cheeks during your monologue.

But there's no time to say anything else, the sound of footsteps alerting you again of the presence of your kidnappers. Isabel and you look at each other in panic, hers reserved for your safety. You urge her to stand up "Go." you mumble, but she shakes her head. "Yes! Go! It's not safe."

The soldiers are approaching the cage, 'if Isabel doesn't leave in the next ten seconds, she will get caught' you think. "Please, Isabel, go and tell the Scouts about me!" you whisper shout, desperation clear in your voice as she finally starts running with a last glance of regret.

Finally, the Military Police soldiers present themselves in front of your cage, sinister and sociopathic grins decorating their mouths. No towel was in sight, thus electric shock therapy was your next activity for the day.

"Please, Aniki! Listen to me!" Isabel shouts, following Levi around the training camp while the latter places the blades on the equipment once again. "They are unfairly torturing her! We need to help her!"

"No." the raven-haired man interrupts her in a harsh tone of voice, eyes never leaving the equipment he's neatly installing.

"But she needs us!" Isabel looks at Farlan in search of some support, but the blond man tears his eyes away from her, suddenly interested in the grass below his feet and a nervous expression on his face. "Please!"

"I said no." Levi replies, starting to walk away to the forest in order to train. "We have enough in our plates already to be taking care of a filthy brat."

"But—,"

"Stop it, Isabel." Farlan sighs, left hand on his hip while the other unravels his messy hair, "Levi's right, we have a mission here."

"I know, but she—"

"Enough."

Levi's voice sends chills down both of his friend's spines, shutting them up and causing Isabel to stomp her foot aggressively on the floor before storming away, indignant at the lack of empathy from the two males.

Levi grunts in frustration, of course he knows that what the Military Police is doing is sickening, but they have their own problems to take care of and can't add another one to his shoulders.

"Don't worry, she'll come to her senses." Farlan assures him, taking his own equipment to train with his friend.

"Yeah, of course." Levi replies, activating the ODM gear and pushing himself in the air.

Days go on without any other news from or about Isabel. You have been kept alive for the time being, realizing that their intent is not that of extracting information out of you anymore, but that of sexual relief by torturing your mutilated body. It's disgusting, but there's nothing you can do but wait for help to come.

Have Isabel tell the Scouts about your situation? You are willing to believe she has, though as the hours go by your hope decreases. Your torturers are now talking next to you after a session of waterboarding; this time, they have left you completely naked, grabbing your tits and thighs while you were choking under the towel. You know for sure that some of them have been masturbating at the sound of your muffled screams, their cum visible on the floor beneath you.

"... Yes, only a few from Smith's squad have returned alive. Those imbeciles have what they deserve."

"They bust our funds in getting eaten by those motherfucker titans." another soldier laughs, taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

"Apparently a cadet has returned alive, one of those scums from the Underground."

You continue listening to their conversation, connecting the dots about a new Scout expedition having been carried out. You hope Isabel is alive, knowing all too well that many scouts don't come back alive from outside the Walls.

"Enough chatter, why don't we have fun with our little toy right here?" one of them murmurs, approaching your trembling form and grabbing your thigh, "Look at her, so needy for us."

Levi feels empty, it's been a few hours after they returned from the expedition. The image of Isabel's head and Farlan's torso laying on the blooded grass was stuck in his head. He has decided to follow Erwin Smith, coming to terms with the reality of what disobeying would imply.

He was sat on the floor of his quarters, reliving the moment of their deaths once and once again, his chest constricting at the though of having lost his family again. First his mother, then Kenny, and now Isabel and Farlan.

He wishes he could have had more time to express his feelings, to tell them everything he tried to convey with his actions. The argument with Isabel a few days ago coming back to him and trying to push the regret back to the cage filled with emotions he keeps in his chest.

She had tried to save that girl, the one at the basement, and he had shut her up. He wonders if things would have turned differently whether he had listened to her, the words echoing in the back of his mind. Maybe he can change things now, he can make it up to her by saving that little bird imprisoned in the confines of a dark room.

He supresses the urge to cry again and stands up, legs trembling from the effort he did on the expedition after killing the titan that murdered his friends, his family. Taking a deep breath, he grabs the doorknob and exits the room, directing himself to the office of his new boss.

He feels the stares of those scouts who are passing by the hallway, some looking at him in disgust, others in pity; he hates it. He doesn't need their compassion and he doesn't give a shit about their opinion about him, he just wants to reach Erwin Smith and tell him the information in his possession.

He knocks twice, hearing the deep voice of the soldier from behind the door murmuring a soft 'come in'. He does, entering the office and closing the door behind him. Erwin lifts his gaze and his eyes widen when he sees the Underground man in front of him.

"Levi. Do you need anythi—,"

"There's a girl being kept under the Military Police's custody in the basement near the stables of the Headquarters. They are torturing her with illegal proceedings." he interrupts the blond man, not losing any time in explaining what he knows.

Erwin furrows his brows at the information, swallowing and deciding not to ask how Levi knows. "Is she a civil?"

"Looks like, but does it matter? She's being tortured."

The harsh tone Levi is using leaves no room to discussion; Erwin stands up and approaches the shorter man, nodding in his direction. "Let's go."

"Huh?" Levi murmurs, perplex.

"We need to rescue a woman."

You feel tired, body limp on the floor of your crystal cage, breathing being a difficult task after the last few hours. You start thinking that dying would not be that bad of an outcome, it would finish with the torture these monsters are applying to you.

They have had the decency of returning your ripped clothes so you could cover yourself a little, though you still feel cold.

The sound of a commotion at the entrance of the basement, voices shouting and metal crashing attracts your attention The view of a tall, blond man entering the place has you curling up until you see the face of someone familiar, a raven-haired man with grey eyes. 'Levi' you think, hope making you tremble at the though of Isabel informing the scouts about you.

The Military Police soldiers playing cards at the table next to your cage stand up in alarm, taking out their blades and pointing to the Scouts. "What the hell are you doing here!?" one of them exclaims.

"You are accused of kidnapping and torture to a civil, you have the right to remain silent." the blond man says, impassable gaze softening when he looks at you, giving you a reassuring small smile.

The rest of the Scouts start arresting your torturers while you see Levi approaching your cage, opening it and waiting impatiently for you to come out. You want to believe he's here to help, but the immeasurable fear consuming your mind prevents you from going out.

He clicks his tongue, rolls his eyes and crouches to be at your level, a gaze slightly softer appearing in his face. "You're safe now." he says in a monotonous voice, the feeling of Isabel smiling at him for saving you lingering in his chest. He recognizes your gaze, one of fear and lack of trust at people, and he understands it. His stomach twists when he sees the marks on your body and wants to puke when he realizes what those scums have been doing to you apart from torturing.

Little by little, you crawl out of the cage, face to face with Levi who nods at you before standing. You try to do so, but the limited use of your legs has you tripping and nearly falling if it wasn't for Levi, who holds you much to his disdain at your filthy state.

"C'mon, brat, you're coming with me." he talks again, this time a little bit gentler and helps you walk away from your prison.

A bird has been freed from its cage, but there is a long way for your recovering after the traumatizing experience you've lived; and Levi plans to be there to help you, the same way he was there for Farlan and Isabel. You will be his new mission.

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biggest-stupidhead · 3 years

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Levi x Reader where Levi accidentally hurts the reader during a training exercise.

This was so fun to write! Thanks for sending it in, I loved this idea :)

Summary: Levi takes it a bit too far

Word Count: 2.9K

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It was a sunny afternoon when they arrived. The trio stood up on the small stage elevated above the rest of the regiment. You were transfixed by the way they carried themselves, so unlike the other people that you had met thus far. The youngest one, a boisterous redhead with sparkling green eyes stood proud, chin held high with a dazzling grin. The blonde stood just as tall, his shoulders squared and blue eyes shining with excitement as the squad leader introduced them. However, the third one seemed hardly interested in giving off a warm or inviting greeting. While he stood just as tall, his arms were crossed and his eyes were narrowed as he surveyed the crowd.

"Introduce yourselves." The man said, stepping aside to give them a chance to speak.

"The name's Isabel Magnolia!" The redhead exclaimed as she gave a sloppy salute. You felt the corner of your mouth tug upwards in amusement.

"Farlan Church." The blonde said simply, his hand fell to the right side of his chest and you heard a few soldiers murmur at his small mistake.

"Levi." The other man said, not even bothering to give the salute.

"Dismissed, carry on with your daily training." The squad leader dismissed the soldiers and you found yourself glancing over your shoulder to watch the trio begin their tour of the grounds.

"Say, that dark haired man was rather mysterious." Hange leaned down to comment as she fell into step beside you.

"I'll say, didn't even give his last name!" You agreed as the two of you set off towards the sparring grounds.

"They sure are an interesting bunch." Hange rubbed her hands together and a blush began to blossom on her cheeks. You swatted her bicep and shot her a sharp glare.

"Don't go getting weird ideas now." You scolded and she whimpered dejectedly.

"No need to worry." She patted you square on the back and you jutted your bottom lip out in a pout.

"That's impossible when it comes to you." You scoffed as the two of you rounded the corner and came into the dusty field the scouts used to spar in.

"You're just being dramatic, now let's get started. I sure hope that you've improved since the last time!" With that, the two of you found an empty space and began to spar. You had been partners since your training corps days, seeing that Hange was so much better at it than you, she had offered to give you some pointers.

Towards the end of the afternoon, a few hours before dinner. The trio arrived at the sparring grounds, standing off to the side taking in the sparring soldiers. The redhead rushed fearlessly up to a group of younger girls who were on a short break. She fell seamlessly in with them and even began to spar with them a bit. Farlan gave Levi a clap on the back before jogging over to a group of men and also slipping easily into a conversation.

"Looks like grumpy needs a hand." Hange nudged you and you shook your head.

"Are you insane?! There's no way-"

"Oi! Levi! Over here." Hange yelled over you and waved excitedly at the man who's brows furrowed at the stranger calling out to him like an old friend. When he made no move to join you, a sense of relief filled you, maybe there was hope that you wouldn't have to speak to the grouchy stranger.

That was until Hange snagged your arm and hauled you in his direction. You stumbled after her, a furious blush filling your cheeks and neck as some soldiers looked up at the commotion. She came to a stop a few feet away from him, holding her hand out to him with a bright smile.

"I'm Hange Zoe! And this here is (Y/n), want to spar with us?" Hange introduced the two of you and Levi kicked the toe of his boot into the dust, causing a small cloud to fill the space between you.

"I'd rather not." He said bluntly and you tugged on Hange's jacket.

"See, I told you to leave him be." You hissed and Hange shrugged you off.

"I'm eager to see what you're capable of, and (Y/n) here needs a fresh sparring partner! I'm afraid she's gotten much better than me and you look like the perfect partner!" Hange shoved you closer and you swallowed thickly as his eyes raked up and down your form.

"Not interested." He stayed firm in his previous standing, however Hange was persistent.

"One match, that's all I ask." She held up a finger, glasses glinting in the light.

"If I do this, will you leave me alone?" He growled and you tried to take another step back, not eager to spar with the stranger.

"Of course." Your eyes fell on Hange's back, where her fingers were crossed at the small of her back out of his view. You let out a pathetic whimper at this.

"Fine." He raised his hands up, fists curled tightly as he widened his stance.

"Go get 'em champ." Hange clapped you on the back and you inhaled sharply, mirroring his stance. You weren't one to back down from a challenge, even if you knew you were about to get your ass handed to you.

"Last chance to back out." He warned, and you shook your head, he nodded in response. In the blink of an eye, he rushed you. Despite his short stature, he was rather fast, closing the distance between you in shocking speed. You narrowly dodged his experimental first blow aimed at your face.

You sidestepped him and swung at his exposed stomach, he blocked you effortlessly with his forearm and swiped at your own open abdomen. You weren't nearly fast enough to dodge this one, taking the blow, you used the force of the hit to take a healthy step back. He was relentless, pursuing you and taking another swing at you. This time you were ready, catching his wrist and steering him away from you. Now that you were back in his space, you tugged him closer, bringing your knee up and landing a solid hit to his lower stomach. You felt the rush of air tickle your face as you knocked some wind from his chest.

He grunted and swung again, this time landing a punch right on your chin, you felt the skin split as your ears rang from the impact. Your head fell to the side and you stumbled back, embarrassment flooding through you as the blood ran down your chin.

"Cheap shot." You growled as he stood back, allowing a moment to see if you fell to the ground, thus rendering him the winner.

"No such thing." He countered before stalking towards you. Your vision was still swimming as he began to rapidly attempt to punch you once more. You narrowly dodged them before spotting an opening in his own stance. You didn't even think before putting all your strength into an uppercut, you felt his sternum through his thin shirt and a small surge of pride filled you when he let out a pained grunt.

It was his turn to take a step back, but you remembered the ruthless way he had come at you moments before and you returned the favor, landing two more hits to his stomach before retreating. On your way to a hasty exit, he snagged your bicep in a vice grip, pulling you against him and turning you around, twisting your arm behind your back painfully.

You felt the joints crack as you were forced into the position. His leg swiped your own feet out from underneath you and you tumbled to the ground with him resting the majority of his weight on you. Your mouth was filled with the taste of iron as the gravel bit into the side of your face.

Even though it was clear that he had won, he remained on top of you, twisting your arm further and further. You finally let out an agonized yelp when you felt your arm slip out of its socket. He grunted, seemingly pleased with his work before standing up once more. A crowd had gathered around to look on in horror as he stood over your pitiful form.

"Anyone else?" He growled, chest rising and falling from the exertion of the fight. When nobody said anything, he turned on his heel and stalked back the way that the trio had come from.

"Didn't think so." He mumbled as he pushed past the few soldiers that had crowded around the two of you.

"Levi! Wait up!" Isabel called after him, the pair followed their friend, shooting an almost apologetic glance back at you as you propped yourself up on your good arm. Once they were gone, Hange rushed to your side, pulling you to your feet with concerned eyes. You hissed and pulled free from her grasp and she winced as you cradled your injured arm.

"I told you I didn't want to fight him." You snarled before storming off of the grounds, blood dripping down your face and arm aching. Now you wouldn't be able to participate in the upcoming mission all because some calloused man had taken a fight too far to boost his ego. Not to mention, the only reason you had been put in that position was because your friend had set you up, knowing full well how prideful you were.

You skipped dinner, too ashamed to show your face in front of the others. Instead you camped out in the infirmary, arm tied into a sling and chin covered in a massive bandaid. Not to mention the scratches on the right side of your face from being pressed into the coarse dirt.

As you had presumed, the injury that Levi had given you would take more than three weeks to fully heal, meaning you would be exempt from the upcoming expedition in less than two weeks. You were beyond pissed, you had worked so hard, finally improving in your ODM skills. It felt as if all of your hard work had been lost, and now you would have to work even harder to regain that skill after being prescribed rest with little to no training.

Two weeks later you watched the scouts pack up and head out for the expedition, you stood by the stables, glaring holes into the back of Levi's head as he guided his horse from the stall. He didn't even spare you a glance as he mounted the black mare and spurred her to fall into step with the other soldiers who were filing out of the castle gates.

If he lived, you vowed to approach him and give him a stern talking to. Hange snuck up on you, gripping the reins to her horse in one hand and using the other to ruffle your hair.

"See you soon." She promised and you nodded as she walked the mare out of the stables and mounted it, glancing over her shoulder to give you one last small wave. You nodded and cradled your arm in the sling as you watched your squad leave the grounds, the last group to depart.

The grounds felt empty and you felt even emptier as you wondered the halls of the castle on your own. You kept yourself busy with some chores that the doctor had given you the okay of completing. About halfway through the day, rain clouds moved in and began to weep over the dry earth. You stood near the window and gnawed on your cuticles, thinking of all the issues the storm brought that could interfere with the expedition. You could only hope that the rain had missed them and they were making good time.

Of course, luck had not been on the scouts side that day. Not that it wasn't surprising. They crawled back to the castle with their tails between their legs, bloodied and mangled. Only the lucky ones made it back alive, others meeting a much worse fate on the other side of the wall. You stood by the door holding it open for the medics as they hauled in the injured. Hange was helping a young woman in, offering you a pained grin as she passed. Your mouth couldn't even begin to return the smile, instead you nodded and closed the door behind her.

Erwin came in last, Levi following him like a shadow, wet hair covering his eyes as he followed the commander obediently. Your eyes narrowed in confusion, last you had checked, Levi had barely been able to look at Erwin without showing a hint of malice.

"Get some rest." Erwin dismissed him and you watched him split off, marching back towards the dining hall. You debated following Erwin and asking how the mission had gone, but the way his blue eyes avoided yours told you that would be a conversation for another time.

So instead you retreated back to your room, going to dinner would be too depressing. Seeing all of the empty seats always broke your heart.

It was months later that you found yourself alone with Levi for the first time. It had been an accident of course, you had crept down to the kitchen in search of a glass of water. The raven haired man was seated at one of the long tables, a cup of steaming tea in front of him. You silently closed the door behind yourself and rushed into the kitchen, hoping to quickly get what you came for and retreat.

However as you stood chugging the water, you couldn't help but feel bad for the man. Of course you had heard of the brutal ends his friends had met, and the harsh words that Erwin had given to him afterwards. You felt bad for him, nobody wanted to befriend him except for Hange, especially after what he had done to you and what he had planned to do to your commander.

So carefully, you set the glass in the sink and rounded the counter that separated the kitchen from the dining hall. You felt like you were walking on eggshells as you crossed the room to stand across the table from him.

"I-I should've said this earlier...but I'm sorry about your friends." You stumbled awkwardly over your condolence and Levi glanced up at you. Smokey grey eyes apathetic as always as he met your eyes.

"Wasn't your fault." He responded as he lifted his cup by the rim to his lips.

"No...but I'm sure you miss them. May I?" You asked, gesturing towards the open seat across from him.

"Knock yourself out." He shrugged and you sank into the seat. The two of you sat in silence for a few moments as you grappled for something to talk about, something to lighten the mood.

"Your arm is healed." He commented, nodding towards the arm he had yanked from your socket. You scoffed and rolled your shoulder, still feeling a small pang of soreness in the motion. The doctor had told you that it was unlikely that you would regain full motion anytime soon.

"Somewhat, no thanks to you." You meant it both teasingly and seriously, just because his friends had died didn't mean that he had your full forgiveness yet. You had lost people too after all.

"What was I supposed to do? Kiss it better?" He asked gruffly, lifting his cup for another drink. You let out a bark of laughter, head falling back as you laughed at his crass words.

"Maybe next time." You chuckled and Levi clicked his tongue in response.

"Surprised you think there will be a next time." Levi's brow was raised in slight amusement as you leaned forward on the table and grinned brightly at him.

"I'd like to get a few pointers." You shrugged and he rolled his eyes.

"Based on our last bought, I doubt you can be taught." He grunted and you gasped in offense.

"Oh come on, I did hit you a few times." You giggled and Levi glared at you sharply.

"Who's to say that I didn't let you have those hits?" He set his cup down and you scoffed.

"As if." You rolled your eyes and shot him a playful grin, he shook his head and slowly stood from his seat, moving towards the kitchen.

"Don't get cocky chicken wing." He called over his shoulder and you felt the blood rush to your face and the backs of your ears.

"Chicken wing!?" You stood and chased after him into the kitchen.

"Who came up with that, tell me or so help me-"

"I did." He shrugged as he began rinsing out his cup.

"Oh so you break my arm and then you call me mean names? What an asshole." You leaned against the counter as you watched him wash the tea leaves out of his cup.

"I didn't break your arm." He clarified and you seethed.

"Not the point."

"Do you want my help or not?" He asked, turning to face you, his expression neutral and a tad annoyed.

"Yes....but don't call me that again." You scolded, jabbing a finger in his direction accusingly, he only shrugged and watched you stomp out of the kitchen.

He couldn't help but feel the small tug of affection that filled his chest, after speaking to you he realized just how alike you and Isabel were. This only made things harder for him of course, after losing those two he became determined to remain detached. But now you and Hange were making that hard for him. And if he was honest, he couldn't say he was all that mad about it.

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chloe-writes · 3 years

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Need angsty fic ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Request:

Driving home, y/n & levi argues. Y/n gets mad then gets off the car & asks him to leave her be. Angry levi respects her decision & drives off. He doesnt know thats the last time he sees her!!!

Stars Shine Brighter

[Levi x Fem!Reader]

[Angst - Modern AU]

Summary: His actions—the eternity of it—had thrown Levi into such a different world. Her absence reminded him: what he’d done could never be undone. She was gone.

Content Warning: death, marriage at first sight (?)

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Saddest ending I've written.

The light at the heart of his world has been extinguished. And from the scars it left him, it was devastating to think that he would have to wait another lifetime to see her again.

Levi took a moment to appreciate the scene before him. Church bells were ringing. Little girls in pink tutu dresses held baskets filled with rose petals. The piano produced a background music to this blessed morning. It wasn't everyday that you'd to witness two lovers tie the knot. Especially when it was your best friends who were getting married.

"How do I look?" Farlan was tense. This was supposed to be the best day of life, yet he couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Tch, cut the crap. You'll be fine." The raven-haired man had always been blunt, but Farlan had long been used to his straightforwardness.

Adjusting the boutonniere on his suit, the taller of the men huffed a little chuckle out. This was a huge milestone, of course he would get the jitters.

"If you're afraid of messing up the vows, just speak from the heart. That's what Isabel would have wanted," Levi sighed, he was fully self-aware of how bad he'd always been with words of comfort.

Glancing to the wooden clock, the wedding procession should be starting soon. The entourage were to walk down the aisle in pairs. Being the Best Man, Levi was paired with the Maid of Honor.

He didn't know who the woman was, not that he particularly cared to know the person he'd be walking across with for 30 seconds. But as far as he knew, Isabel had no remaining family left, so she entrusted the position to her high school friend.

As the hired wedding organizer held his clipboard, he called out, "Maid of Honor and Best Man, please proceed here, you're the next ones to walk."

The short man was about to grumpily scold the wedding organizer to lower his voice, however he halted for a moment. His steel-grey eyes were met with an approaching pair of (e/c) ones. Levi could feel his cheeks glow with warmth. Was this love at first sight?

He never believed in such an idea, let alone even think it would happen to him. But there he was, his heart thumping heavily on his chest upon the sight of a young woman.

His turn to walk down the aisle with the mystery girl came. He knew it was his bestfriends' special day, yet he couldn't help but be selfish. He felt like he was the one getting married—his arms were entangled with hers, taking slows steps on the red carpet, where a trail of fresh roses rested. Many people struggle to find their love at first sight, but for Levi? It was like marriage at first sight.

After the ceremony, the raven-haired man nervously approached her. "I'm sure I haven't properly introduced myself yet. Levi Ackerman."

"Oh, hello. What a pleasure to meet you. It's (Y/N) (L/N)."

(Y/N) (L/N)

A woman of grace & benevolence

You are forever loved.

A gravestone. The gravestone of the woman who touched the face of his soul.

"Levi, are you okay?" Kuchel Ackerman was worried, her son had been plainly staring into the gravestone for a little over an hour.

"Huh?"

"Honey, you've been standing in the rain for some time now. The lightning is striking, I think we should head back to the car."

He was too wallowed in the flashbacks of his deceased lover that he failed to notice the harshness of the weather above him. The frail woman offered her son shelter under her dark blue umbrella as she awaited Levi's response.

"You can go without me, I'll take a taxi home. I need more time to talk with (Y/N)… please?" The man's voice almost inaudible.

In as much as his mother wanted to argue, she complied, deciding to let her young boy find emotional catharsis in is time talking to the grave.

"Okay. Take all the time you need honey. Just don't stay out too late." With that, Kuchel takes her leave.

The ebony-haired man wasn't sure if it was rain or tears that were streaming down his face, or both.

Oh how he misses her. No matter how many times he apologized to her grave, it wouldn't bring her back. He knows because he's tried. Nor would a million tears make a difference, he knows because he's cried.

It was ironic, he met the love of his life at a wedding, but he never got the chance to marry her and make her his.

The man looked at his fiancé's name engraved on the stone cross. Eyes filled with sorrow. "I know I don't deserve you, but please (Y/N), please. Come back"

His actions—the eternity of it—had thrown Levi into such a different world. Her absence reminded him: what he'd done could never be undone. She was gone.

Levi sighed while he was driving, he knew she would try to bring it up again. "We have this conversation 11 times a week, I don't want to talk about it again."

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bore you out with a huge matter that will affect our lives." (Y/N)'s irritation was rising at a dangerous level.

"I fucking said I don't want to talk about it."

"God I cannot believe you sometimes."

"Tch, stop overreacting." The man's jaw was beginning to ache from how intensely he has been clenching it.

"You know what's the problem, Levi? You never listen to me."

"I don't listen? I always listen to you! You wanted to spend thanksgiving with your parents? That's what we did. You wanted this ugly car even if you don't drive? We bought it. You have shitty 3am cravings? I go to your place at a fucking unreasonable time."

"So now you want to single out everything about me that annoys you? That's it, stop the car."

"(Y/N) what are yo-"

"I said stop the fucking car." The man stepped on the brakes as he parked the vehicle by the side of the road.

Stepping out of her seat, the lady vehemently shouts, "If I'm such a bother to you, then maybe you should find someone who isn't." She slams the door, turns her back, and continues to walk on the sidewalk.

Driven by his hysteric emotions, Levi rolls the window down to reply, "You're right. Maybe I should. Sometimes I just wish we'd never met." With that, he drives off, leaving his fiancé alone on the streets.

3 days. No calls, no texts. Worry was the only thing that filled the raven-haired man's entire being at the moment. His fiancé was marked as missing after her workplace called in that she hadn't been showing up.

He was pacing back and forth through his apartment. Praying to whatever deity up above that the woman he loved would safely arrive home.

Five loud knocks ensued. Quickly dashing to the door hoping for a certain someone, however Levi was disappointed to meet two police officers by his doorstep.

"Are you Mr. Ackerman?"

"Yeah, I am. Now cut to the chase."

"Mr. Ackerman... your fiancé's body was found lifeless by the river. I'm sorry for your loss. The killer hasn't been found yet."

Dwelling on recent events, he felt nothing but guilt. He knew a lot of last words, but he will never know hers. Moreover, his last words to her were soul-crushing, "Sometimes I wish we'd never met."

The memories kept replaying on his mind, while he slowly fell on his knees and lied down on the soft grass by her gravestone. His steel-grey eyes grew heavy from relentless weeping as unconsciousness slowly took over.

Levi found himself in a field of parsley-green grass, somewhere he wasn't familiar with. It was like a far away land, something that of a dream. A strand of thin light from the pink salmon skies. Serrated mountains that loomed in the distance. A host of tulips and daisies scattered the meadow. And the love of his life, standing before him.

"(Y/N)… ?"

"Oh Levi, you're awake. Which flower do you think is the prettiest?"

"Huh? f-for what?" The man was clearly confused. Why was she standing in front of him? This was definitely a product of his imagination, it was too good to be true.

"Because I need flowers to take with me and plant in God's garden, silly."

God? It all registered in his head. This was it. This was her, telling her final goodbye. Imagination or reality, he just wanted to hold her in his arms. "N-no, stay with me... please. I need you- I'm so so so sorry. I love you and I- please come back."

"I wish I could Levi, but God is waiting for me in my new home.”

“But-”

"Don't worry, I'll welcome you with open arms in the afterlife, where we could love each other in everlasting peace."

"Then take me with you! I know you will disappear once I wake up!"

He didn't want to believe it, but he had to let her go. (Y/N) ran towards him, lovingly pressing her mouth over his. He pulled her in and claimed her lips so soft with nothing but pure love. The woman sneaked her hand on the back of his head, stroking his hair reassuringly. And suddenly, Levi wasn't so scared of death anymore.

"I'll wait for you. Live a good life for my sake."

The man awakens from his slumber, tears running down his cold cheeks, but his lips were warm. The kiss was real.

Levi had buried her by their favorite spot. Because stories claim that every time a wonderful person passes away, an angel of God comes down to Earth. The angel cradles the person in their arms, spreads their great white wings, and flies all over the places that the person loved on Earth, before proceeding to heaven.

The angel brought (Y/N) to her favorite spot, letting the woman bid her lover a last farewell through a dream.

Levi looked up to the silent night sky. (Y/N) had always loved the stars. It's funny how the stars seemed to shine brighter now that she had joined them.

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killerskillercaptain · 2 years

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Imagine reader having a thing for Farlan, and Levi being jealous because he has a for reader, imagine the triangle !!

#farlan church #levi ackerman #levi x you #levi x y/n #levi x reader

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dingdongitsbees · 3 years

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BLACK-EYED SUSAN | LEVI X READER HUNGER GAMES AU

Chapter 8: Ghosts

Previous - Next

Tw: medical syringe, vomiting, gore

Work Count: 4.8k Ao3 link Ask to be added to the taglist! It will be updated weekly on Saturdays

First person version can be found here

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"Try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this— swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood on the first four knuckles. We pull our boots on with both hands but we can’t punch ourselves awake and all I can do is stand on the curb and say Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine."

― Richard Siken; Little Beast

Music blared as you stroked Levi’s hair. You kept your hand there, playing as you pleased as he woke in your lap, squeezing his eyes and frowning at the noise. Neither of you bothered to move, Levi only shifted his head slightly so he could see out the window, preferring the softness of your lap.

The emblem painted itself in the night sky once more, the nine-point star, proudly letting you all know it was about to go down the list of murdered kids. Your fingers tensed for a moment as it showed Bertolt, looking somewhere ahead, his eyes full of his token nervousness but full of life, full of hope. Sorry. Next was Marcel, his hair gelled back, looking serious as ever, but still a kid. Sorry again. The rest you didn’t know, just faces you never put to a name. It ended at the girl from Nine, the music died down. Connie and Niccolo were still out there you mused; you wondered how much they wanted to kill you both. Connie would certainly want you dead.

Couldn’t blame him.

You would want the same.

“You should sleep too,” Levi muttered, though didn’t move from his spot on your thighs. He winced at nothing, his fingers twitching. A thin sheen of sweat had appeared on his forehead. He wasn’t looking good.

The poison hadn’t spread past his shoulder in colour, but whether it had gone through his whole body you had no way to know.

You shed your jacket and tore a piece of your black tank top off. He just watched you, deliriousness, as you poured some water on it and held it to his forehead. He exhaled slowly, getting a small sense of relief at the cool touch, but it wouldn’t take long until it was just boiling water on his head.

“I’ll be alright,” you said, “You need to rest.”

He wanted to argue but knew he had no leg to stand on, if he could even stand at this point. You hid your fear at the thought quickly. He would be fine.

“Wake me up when you need to sleep,” he said, letting his eyes shut again, knowing you were probably going to do nothing of the sort.

Your hand went back to his hair. You hummed under your breath, twiddling with strands, slowly letting him drift off once more to the subtleness of your care. The care he would hopefully never come to fully understand. Things are better that way.

You changed the water again and placed it back on his head. You looked up, into the dark room, searching for anything that may have had a hidden camera in it.

“Hanji,” you whispered, “We need you.”

It was a long while before anything remotely interesting happened aside from you changing that piece of fabric probably over 30 times, getting your bottle to the last stretch. You didn’t even feel tired surprisingly, maybe it was the constant moving to check on Levi or the thoughts that wouldn’t rest or the stress of the day before or the day to come. But not once did you feel sleepy. To pass the time you just talked to him, telling jokes you knew he would glare at you for, or fond memories he likely didn’t remember.

You had to catch yourself sometimes, nearly going on a tangent on how good he looked that day, or how you realised you had liked him then, or the times Farlan and Isabel had teased you for it. Stories just dropped off into nothing, not like he was awake to hear them. Maybe it was the fact millions of people may have gotten to hear them when it was only for you to know, or you were just paranoid of him waking up. Or perhaps scared he would watch back a recording of the games when he got out. It would devastate him. You hoped that Hanji would never tell him and long as she lived.

When the sun began to rise, its light just visible through the grid of buildings, a little repeating beep could be heard. A little silver container came gliding in through the window, held up by a small parachute. It landed with a clunk on the ground, going silent.

You extended one foot as far as it could go without shifting Levi, you pulled it back towards you, snagging on the parachute with your boot. After a few tries, you had gotten the tin in your hand, carefully loosening the four hooks of the parachute off, and unscrewing the lid. On top, laid a single strip of paper, in all caps:

DON’T GO DYING ON ME – HANJI

You let out a small chuckle and set it aside, peering into the container. Sat right in the middle, was a syringe filled with a clear liquid. Didn’t take much consideration to know it was the antidote for whatever was in Levi.

“Hey,” you wiggled his healthy shoulder, “Got a sponsor for you.”

He blinked harshly, his eyebrows twitching as he tried to get used to the light. He clumsily hit the cloth off of his forehead, letting it fall to the sandy floor. He raised himself onto one elbow, he shook, trying to hold himself up. You quickly held onto his shoulders, muttering out an apology when you touched his wound, and helped him sit up against the wall.

“I think I just need to inject you with this, alright?” you said, he nodded, only being able to get out a grunt.

He had never looked so powerless before. You gulped. You unzipped and pulled down his jacket, revealing his shoulder to you, had this been any other time, you would have taken the opportunity to admire his arms. You picked up the syringe, pulling down on the plunger just a little until a few drops came out.

“Ready?”

He grunted, turning his head away. Just get it over with.

You held onto him and aimed the needle as best you could to a vein which had been (un)fortunately pushed to the surface and emphasised through its now unnatural colour. Slowly you pushed it into his skin, holding back a gag at the pus that came out of the puncture wounds. Soon the entire formula was into his body, a little pinprick of blood came to the surface and you wiped it away with your thumb.

You sat back down, patting your hand on your lap. He shook his head, patting on his instead.

“I’ll wake you before noon,” he croaked, “Pretty sure I shouldn’t lay down after taking medicine anyway.”

You sighed and nodded, the night’s exhaustion hitting you all at once now that you knew Levi was going to be fine. For now, at least. You laid down, curling into a ball, your face in his shirt. He brushed the hair out of your face so he could get a better look at you staring up at him, both of you half lidded. Your breaths synced, slow and steady, his body inflating and deflating slightly each time, his warmth engulfing you.

“Sweet dreams.”

You felt a tap on your head and cracked open an eyelid, squinting up at his face. The sun was fully up now, no longer blinding you from the window.

“It’s almost midday,” Levi muttered, “We should go up, so we don’t have to worry.”

You nodded and groaned, lifting yourself up from his lap. You stretched out your back quickly, hands to the sky, as he shook out his numb leg. You gathered everything you had, throwing your knives in your bag, zipped up your jacket, threw on your hood, held your sword, and headed up to the roof. He opened the hatch as quietly as he could, trying to not make it bang against the concrete. You held your hand over your face, peering up at the sun almost directly above, trying to adjust to the light.

You both crawled out, trying to keep yourselves low as possible, not being higher than the ledge that bordered the roof. You were lucky that the roof was sandstone, letting you blend in with your sandy coloured clothes. You two went over to the side, the small wall half shielding you, shed your bags and laid on top of them along with your swords to hide them from view. You couldn’t have the sun catch on the metal and make a beacon for where you were.

If you were lucky, when the towers lowered, no one would be able to see you unless they were in a building right next to yours or decided to walk around. Everyone was likely hiding except for the careers; they’d just be met with a flat desert.

“It’s hot as balls,” you whined.

“No shit.”

“Rude coming from someone I nursed back to health.”

He rolled his eyes.

“How’s your arm by the way?”

He shuffled off his jacket a little so you could see his shoulder. The colour had mainly disappeared now, only surrounding the initial puncture wounds in scattered blotches of purple. You reached out and hesitantly brushed over it, going ahead when he didn’t attempt to stop you. Your fingers glanced over it, it felt almost calloused, not the greatest sign in the world, but he no longer bit his lip trying to muscle down the pain.

“Tell me if it gets worse or anything, yeah?”

He physically had to hold back a scoff. “I’m sure they know the proper stuff for the venom they literally created.”

“Yeah, yeah, Mr Logical.” You glanced away, trying to not let your, honestly understandable, worry show on your face.

He analysed you quickly, drawing your eyes back to him through his incessant staring. “I’ll be fine,” he said, his eyes softening, “I’m tough to kill.”

You nodded.

Finally, the ground shook, marking your 48 hours in the Games. You stayed flat to the roof as the towers lowered themselves. Sand flew in your eyes, threatening to blind you. Instinctively, your hands found each other on the trembling sandstone, lacing one’s fingers within the other’s, wanting at least something to ground you both. And if that so happened to be Levi’s hand, you certainly wouldn’t complain. You would probably nag him for it afterwards though, as if that would be enough to let him forget your hitched breath.

Eventually the earth stilled, letting the sand settle down out of your eyes and into your clothes. You looked to the right, the side that wasn’t blocked by the miniature wall, hoping you wouldn’t find yourself making eye contact with anyone on far off tower rooves. It seemed the universe decided to be kind to you, letting you two be seemingly alone in your area.

It was beyond tempting to just poke your head up and see if there was anyone beyond the ledge. Play peekaboo with death. The fear that someone could quite literally be in the building right next to yours and you would never know raised the hair on your neck. You couldn’t differentiate whether the eyes you felt watching you were the cameras, Levi’s, or someone watching you like prey.

It was silent aside from your breathing, no sounds of metal clanging or yelling could be heard. This would have been prime time for a joke had this been literally any other time. The amount of instances Levi and Farlan had to force Isabel and you to shut up cause you had had thought of the perfect joke while hiding from peacekeepers is honestly astounding. How your four lasted as a group was really a miracle.

Maybe that’s why the universe decided to balance it out.

After an excruciatingly long and hot minute, the ground shook again and pushed the towers back up. You unceremoniously crawled to the hatch and lowered yourselves in, hiding once more.

You immediately unzipped your jacket, flapping the sides to cool down your cooked your body. You both meandered down the stairs, fanning yourselves and set up in a lower floor, pushing excess sand into a corner roughly.

Levi chugged down some of his water, lazily wiping the water off his mouth with the back of his hand. You gulped. He tilted his head to you in rhetorical before handing over his bottle to you. You took it hastily, glad to have something to do with your hand after that show. He took off his jacket, throwing it to the floor, running his hand through his hair, squeezing out any sweat. You tried to avert your eyes, but it was getting very hard to remain composed. You drank some water, nearly choking on it.

In a final act of torture, he grabbed the hem of his black tank top and lifted it to his forehead, wiping off the sweat. You tried to look away, you really did. But his physique had always been something to admire, despite his low level of nutrition growing up, it certainly didn’t impact him too much. Those abs were far too defined for your health, the little white scars didn’t help either.

Your ears were already burning when he glanced up to you. He smirked. The bastard.

You tried to get out at least something that would probably be a mix of embarrassment and faux anger, though only got approximately two words out. “Shut up.”

He tried to hold back a smile. “I didn’t say anything.”

He took far too much liberty on stalling bringing his shirt back down, fanning it and getting air through to his torso. He was straight up enjoying tormenting you. Had this been any other time, you would have threatened to kill him.

You turned away from him, capping the bottle and placing it on the ground. You stripped your jacket off, sure to pop and roll your shoulders out slowly, stretching out your back. You threw it to where Levi’s was as you glanced to Levi. His smirk was gone. He was watching you like a hawk, his fingers tight around his lowered shirt.

You spared him a small smile, stretching out your arms above you, pushing out your chest casually for extra points, sighing at the release. You held the collar of your top, drawing it away from you and fanning yourself, dipping it just a little low.

He gulped. You grinned.

He glared. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

You were both lounging around and eating scavenged cans of food when the rain started. The last thing you had expected was the arena gods to be kind enough to bless you with un-worked-for water. With a simple look you two headed downstairs, a bottle and sword each in tow. Your fists clenched on Marcel’s sword as Levi pulled open the door, the hinges groaning against the movement, sounding rustier than before. It hopefully couldn’t be heard over the now pelting rain.

You watched for a moment, through the doorway, the roads ahead getting progressively hid by the rain and the accompanying clouds, fading into a blue darkness. It was such a simple sound, water hitting sand and concrete, pitter patter, but just for a moment, you could pretend you two weren’t here.

Dancing in the rain was something you used to do with Isabel. You’d be swaying in the cold rain, soaked to the bone, right outside of the shack-of-a-house, the two boys leant against the doorway and watching you two, one with amusement, one with faked disdain.

You’d both call out happily, telling them to join you. Farlan would begrudgingly head over, complaining immediately as soon as the rain hit him, but the grin plastered on his face let other interpretations run a bit truer. Then the three of you would be yelling at the fourth.

“It’s a free bath!” Isabel would bargain.

“Scared Levi?” Farlan would joke.

You’d head over, a glint in your eye, grab onto his wrist, and pull him out. He’d curse at you, knowing full well he could actually stop you if he wanted to, and knew that the three of you knew that. You’d indulge his fake reactions, pretending you three didn’t know him as well as you did.

You’d twirl each other, push each other around, dip another into a face full of rain, ignoring the fact you’d probably be lying in bed tomorrow regretting all of it, sneezing your brains out.

But that wouldn’t matter. It just mattered you were together, together in the shithole of Twelve with all the love in the world. You wouldn’t have traded it for the world.

You would kill to have that again, to just go back for a day. But all you have is two dead bodies buried at home, and one soon to join them. Killing here wouldn’t bless you with a gift like that.

You both stared at the rain, just for a moment. Pitter, patter.

You extended your hand out, wanting to feel the familiar numbing cold, but Levi quickly gripped your wrist and yanked it back inside. You turned to him with a question on your lips.

“Everything is shitty here,” he explained.

He reached out his pointer finger, letting it go just outside the doorframe. A second passed and then a raindrop finally found its mark. Levi hissed; your eyes widened. He brought his finger back in swiftly and let you cradle it in your hands. You turned it over delicately, looking to where the “rain” had hit him. Where his fingerprint should be, held a droplet sized burn mark.

It was fucking acid. Of course. It was bold to assume anything came here easy or without an intent to kill.

You pecked the mark. “All better.”

He rolled his eyes, but his ears reddened just a little.

You both turned back to the outside, leaning against the doorway to just watch. You imagined you were Farlan, watching two girls dance and laugh. Neither of you just spoke, just letting the “rain” lull you with its sound.

After a few minutes you heard screaming.

Your eyes widened, hands quickly on your weapons, eyes flittering everywhere, looking for the source. Your eyes found the form of a single person through the window, wandering through the streets, banging and shoving on doors, crying out for someone to let them in. The doors had rusted due to the rain, stranding them outside. The windows were too high to pull themselves through, or they were too weak to even try.

They… no. Connie, screamed again.

You choked back something, not sure if it was a yell, a sob, or vomit. He was fucking melting. The acid poured down at him, searing his skin and morphing the clothes to him. He was protecting his face as best as he could, holding one arm above as the other reached around to stuck doors. You both watched dumbstruck, as he made his way around to each building.

He screamed to anything and anyone to just let him in.

You looked to your open doorway. It would only be a moment before he spotted his escape. With a heavy heart you headed over and gripped onto the door, ready to push it closed. If he wasn’t a friend, or at this point just someone you knew, maybe you would have let him in, to let him die peacefully and comfortable as possible. But it didn’t matter if he were two seconds from death, Connie would use those two seconds to try to kill you and Levi. You couldn’t let that happen. Sorry.

Levi watched you, reading all the thoughts that flew through your head, and nodded. You starting pushing. The hinges grinded and scraped as loudly as possible. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, but it still made your blood run cold. There was no conceivable way he didn’t hear it, even over the pounding rain.

Panicked, you shoved the door closed the rest of the way, ignoring the door’s protests. You slid down the door, holding your knees to your chest, preparing yourself for what was to come.

It didn’t take long for the banging to start on your door. You felt the vibrations along your spine, you could hear his harsh breathing, the sniffles he was trying to keep down.

“Let me in, please,” he begged.

Levi squeezed his eyes shut, looking away from the door.

“Please!”

Somehow, you managed out a “I’m sorry.” You didn’t think he could even hear you.

He went quiet for a moment, his voice becoming more controlled. “… is that you two?”

You didn’t respond. That was enough of an answer for him.

“Just let me in alright?” he started, “Levi’s there too, right?” There was another reason he wanted to come in now. You heard the layered malice in his voice now. “Remember all our good times? You wouldn’t cast me aside like this. Nor would Levi. You’re both good people, aren’t you?”

Levi walked to the stairs and sat down, his face in his hands, sword discarded on a step. You were both trying to not let Connie get to you, but it was getting harder by the second.

“Just let me in.”

“I can’t,” you said, you were trying to push down a sob.

“Yes, you can. All you’ve got to do is open that fucking door. Now let me in.”

You didn’t budge. He went silent again.

“You just couldn’t wait to kill Sasha, huh?” he whispered, it was quiet but you heard it clear as day. “Were you just waiting to kill her, huh? Couldn’t wait ten fucking seconds to kill Sasha? Was she just a game to you? Hugging her right before? Bet you wanted to choke her out, you piece of shit.”

You clasped a hand to mouth, biting down the rising sob.

“I didn’t want to-” you started.

“And Levi!” he shouted, full of terrifying glee, “Was Kaya fun to kill? Just a little easy thing to do? She was a kid. She trusted you and you killed her. She was a fucking kid.” Levi tangled his hand further into his hair, burrowing deeper within himself.

“We’re all kids, Connie,” you said, though it was hard to push any belief behind those words anymore.

“Always quick to defend Levi, huh? How many people have you killed so far? More than just sending a knife into Sasha’s skull?”

You couldn’t hold it back anymore, you let out a sob.

He laughed. “A lot huh?” Your shaking hands pushed on your ears, trying to block him out. “You ruined my life. Sasha is dead. I hope you die too.”

He punched the door with the final word. He didn’t cry out, but you swear it was with enough force to break his hand. When you’re on death’s door, you don’t really care anymore do you?

“Actually, you know what?” he spoke in his jokey voice that you heard over and over in that training room, but it was hollow, devoid of any of the joy that was integral to who he was, “I hope you win. I hope you win so the fact that you killed Sasha haunts you until the day you fucking die, because even then it won’t be enough.”

He was silent for a moment. All you could hear was the rain.

“Good luck.”

A minute or so later, a canon fired.

A minute or so later, you made the worst mistake of your life.

You opened the door.

You looked down to where you assumed him to be, and there he was, in his melted and melting glory, offering himself to the rain. His face was caved in, his skin pierced with holes and painted the red of muscles. Though perhaps it was because it was his muscles. His skin was entirely gone. Coming out of what you could only assume used to be his nose was a steady flow of a pink matter, it promptly sizzling as the acid hit it. The worst of all was his eyes.

They had burst, trickling down his face. The whitey goo sliding around with every push of a droplet. It left just two giant holes in his head, staring up at you, letting you see into his skull.

I did this.

You ran over to a rusted sink, gripping onto the sides as you vomited. You choked up all you had, everything refused to stay down. You stared at it there, in a puddle, looking awfully too much like Connie.

You vomited up some more.

You didn’t even bother wiping your mouth, just let yourself be overtaken by sobs. You fell down on your backside, not being able to stop yourself from looking back over to the door. But instead of your eyes meeting Connie’s form, it met Levi.

He was crouched down in front of you, blocking the doorway from view. You could have snuck a glance if you looked over his shoulder or between his legs, but his gaze didn’t let you move. He looked worse for wear, his face pale, his eyes harrowed.

He cupped the back of your head and pulled you to his chest. You shook, hands gripped to him haphazardly. He kissed the top of your head, stroking your hair. There’s no words of solace for something like this.

Add a fourth to the list. You were a certified spree killer at this point.

He didn’t mention the tears on his shirt, and you didn’t mention the ones on your hair.

Sat on the bottom floor of the building is where you stayed. The rain continued; you couldn’t even leave. You had to stay at the scene of the crime.

“Keep your eyes closed,” Levi whispered.

“What-”

“Keep them closed.” He departed from you, and as you were told, you kept your eyes screwed shut. You heard the door groaning before clanging shut. “You can open them now.”

The door was closed, the sight of Connie to be pushed away, hopefully to be picked up to bring him away so you two would never have to see him again. You weren’t sure how they could even pick him up in those claw hovercrafts while he was in that state. You wondered if they hadn’t brought the rest of the bodies back to their homes yet. If that was so, you hoped he was able to rest next to Sasha.

You moved up the floors again, back to where your stuff was. Neither of you slept or spoke when the sun went down, just stared at the wall or ceiling or out the window. You rested your head on his shoulder, his hand found yours, and you two stayed like that, not budging, and letting your brains run haywire.

Midnight drew near eventually and painted the sky with the dead. You didn’t pay attention to those you didn’t know; you didn’t have the strength left to care for people. You’d leave or die ruined if you did. But up last went the shaven-head boy, his eyes full of mirth, probably stopping himself from laughing at something Sasha was doing behind the camera. District Ten. They didn’t even give him his name, something that hadn’t been done for anyone else anyway, but god they didn’t even show his name. The capitol didn’t think he deserved it.

“Eight,” Levi said, breaking you out.

A beat. “Huh?”

“Only eight left, including us.”

Your eyes widened. Only eight. You don’t know whether your shock was at the “only” or the “eight”. Probably both. You had to kill six other people, a task you seemed to be nailing spectacularly, to get Levi out. Six. Six and he could live.

Niccolo was one of them, so was two careers, and two twelve-year-olds. How fun.

He looked down at you. “Sleep.” That wasn’t a suggestion.

You laid down, nestling yourself in his lap, balling up your body. He took his discarded jacket and threw it on top of you, giving you a makeshift blanket. Your eyelids fluttered as he brushed across your face, letting his thumb skate across your cheek, he kept his other hand tight around his sword.

“Wake me up when you need to sleep,” you said, knowing he was probably going to do nothing of the sort.

Hesitantly you reach your hand out and gripped onto his tank top, curling yourself somehow even closer to him. He didn’t make a comment, his hand continuing to caress your cheek. Touching you so delicately like your skin was a petal. You sneaked a lazy glance up at him and saw him looking down at you so gently, his eyes bursting with emotions that you couldn’t place.

You wanted to cry.

Whether it was because you two were here, just knowing he cared for you, or the worst possibility of all.

That Hanji was right.

“What if it’s reciprocated?”

Were things really better this way? You squeezed your eyes shut and pressed your forehead into his stomach, hoping you would wake up somewhere else.

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Summary: Levi takes a job without you, and well, if that’s how it’s gonna be, you’ll show him you can do just fine on your own.

You’ve been alone for a year.

Kenny never really bothered to come back to say goodbye, and Levi tells you the last time he saw your surly guardian was for a moment. He was a face in the crowd, surveying the gutted body of Vic, the beaten and stabbed corpse of the tall boy whos name you never caught.

You and Levi did what you could do. You returned to your home built through ill gotten gains, your sanctuary constructed from trust and growing up side by side. You improved it, at the will of Levi the Dictator, who constantly bullied you to fix this, and clean that, and for the love of god dust that shelf.

Days turned into months, turned into years, and eventually you stopped waiting for Kenny and started scrambling for higher ground, for better weapons and thicker clothes. You bullied your way through marketplaces by day, and raided them by night. Things never got the chance to get harried; not since Levi's first kill. Now he led you, sneaking through shadows and striking through smog, always knowing just what to do.

You had laughed, frantic and aching and triumphant when you realized that the Ackerman Instinct Kenny had so fondly spoke of wasn't another lie. You watched as Levi danced around opponents, slipped behind enemy lines. He massacred men twice his age and skill level. He was invaluable even if you had only ever wanted him to be safe happy warm.

Naturally, this behavior would begin to attract attention.

Attention finds you in the form of a tall blonde man, looking as young and fierce as you and Levi tend to. His teeth are bared in a semblance of a grin as his eyes track you through the marketplace. You catch him watching you and Levi as you wander, wrist in hand, through the crowded market.

You twitch, once, and sidle in closer to Levi. He doesn’t stiffen, but you can feel his muscles bunch beneath his coat as you lean into his arm. You swipe a nail across his palm. His eyes flick lazily in the direction of your signal, and he finds the blonde boy in record time. Levi hums, tugging you closer and draping a lazy arm around your shoulder. It's more territorial and threatening than romantic like you hope dream want believe some may view it. You know his eyes will be too cold and too dark to whisper of love, know all you'll find in that gaze is a cool possession you know the people in the underground get love mixed up with possession sometimes and you remind yourself again and again you wont make the same mistakes. The knowledge strikes you again, of your circumstance: he is yours, and you are his, even if its not quite the way you're starting to want. He tucks his head into your neck to whisper in your ear. A young guard blushes crimson and shyly and looks away from you both. You blush too, and sternly remind yourself he’s just pretending to be in love with you.

Still, not much is romantic about what your pseudo-lover is saying.

"You have that knife I got you, right?"

The hand you have resting on his hip taps once, and you feel his smirk against your neck, and god are those his teeth? You shiver, feeling goosebumps crawl up your back as your heart bursts to life behind your rib cage. Surely he knows the effect he has on you. He has to. Levi doesn’t bother asking if your knife is sharpened and ready. He knows. He takes it from you nightly, looking over the blade, sharpening it if you had recently used it. You protested at first, telling him you could do it yourself, and he needn't trouble himself, but the look of annoyance and fond exasperation he had sent you left you winded and compliant, even as he called you stupid for suggesting he would ever go to any trouble for you.

Never mind that he always did go to trouble for you. Never mind that he always pushed himself between you and an aggressor, always took the larger opponents and left you to mop up the stragglers; that he would corner you after every fight, steady hands checking you over carefully. You hadn't known that the Ackerman instinct could leave him so gentle, so human, even as it changed him into something other; Not until you had felt his hands softly brushing over your cheeks, your arms, your stomach, searching for any sign you might have been close to being taken from him.

You were forced back to the present as he curled closer to you.

"Is he still looking?"

You giggled, leaning into Levi more. You shyly ducked your head, eyes searching until-

You tapped twice, and he nodded, separating himself from you just as easily as he had latched on. You tried not to feel bereft at the absence, but losing his warmth left you inexplicably chilled. Your arm fell to your side, feeling heavier than before. Your fingers tapped out against nothing. You felt wrong, jittery, like when your knife wasn't in its sheath against your hip.

You didn't know when you began this game of faking intimacy with Levi. The people in the underground who cared enough to form an opinion figured you were an item, practically sewn together at the hip for how little you were apart. Those who didn't put too much thought into it figured you were a hired lady who was very good at her job. Either way, you reasoned sensibly, it made them think you were a bystander, prey, a victim ready to be made. They didn't see you as the loaded gun you were, the livewire life had made you into. It worked to your advantage plenty of times, and so you supposed that's why Levi kept doing it. Why else would he keep you so close?

But rationality didn't reason away the skip and jump in your pulse when he pulled you close, the longing in your chest when he hugged you tightly to get a view on what was behind you. It didn't remove the way your mind ran in circles, caught between wishing it was all real and knowing it was just-

Just Levi. Levi the Survivor. Levi the Strategist. The boy who knew just what he had to do to survive. He reminded you so much of Miss Kuchel. Your heart ached at the thought of her. Of how proud she would be of her son.

You chased away the cold of his absence with the thought. He'll never be alone, you had promised her solemnly. The vow had become a prayer, had become a touchstone, a whisper to Miss Kuchels ghost and your weary soul. Never alone, never again.

Levi led you cautiously out of the market, constantly looking over his shoulder for that mop of blonde in case he was tailing you. You trailed along behind him, happy to linger in the silence of the walk home beside him. For once, Levi seemed the one eager to talk.

He called your name, slowing his pace so you could walk side by side. "I've gotten a job offer, from a local boss. Wants me to help him defend a merchant on their way through the underground... It pays."

You considered his words, slowly. "And?" You asked, feeling unbalanced and unsure of how to continue. Something felt wrong, felt off.

"I'd be gone, probably for a week."

You were confused, now. "Well... I would be coming with you, of course."

He pursed his lips, narrowed eyes checking behind you once more. "No, not on this one. His group... They don't work well with women."

You scoffed, feeling tense and confused by his rejection. "Neither does any other bastard here. Why should that stop us?"

He opened his mouth, closed it, reopened it once more. He was unsure, for the first time, of what to tell you.

"I don't think you should come along." He finally decided on, and you puffed up like a kicked cat.

"The hell do you mean? Levi, we're supposed to stick together," you hissed, "protect each other."

He shook his head sharply, becoming aggravated, and you became jittery. "I need to start taking real jobs, then we can stop stealing shit like we're still kids."

You were angry. He was leaving you behind. He was ignoring your history of saving each other and leaving you in the dust because some crime ring out there had decided he was the one they wanted, and you were a woman so you were only good for lying on your back. You shook your head in disbelief. "So what? We split up because some asshole cant see past my tits? You wanna work for someone like that? You know I'm more than capable!"

He gripped your shoulders, looking you dead in your eyes. "This group is little better than rabid dogs. I don't want you near that filth. Not until I have them trained."

You looked at him, pained and wary and more guarded against him than you'd been since you were six years old. But still, you knew this was a losing battle. He would leave you, regardless of your reaction, and take this job. Levi never gave an inch, but he always took a mile. And this was the part of him you would hate, if you had it in you to hate anything about him. The fragment of him that treated you like his ward, like he couldn’t trust you to tie your own shoe, let alone keep him from being stabbed in the back by some gutter rat.

Fine, you decided. If he was gone.. You'd show him you could care for yourself, without him. You shouldered past him, pushing away your mounting anxiety at being separated from him for a week.

You sighed, sharp and frustrated with the hand the day had dealt you, and finally bit out a "fine, but you had better come back to me".

He looked relieved at your surrender and ruffled your hair. "I will, brat."

You growled, smacking his hand away. "I might as well not turn it into a fight. God knows how either of us would feel if... If something happened while we weren't together."

Levi grimaced, "Stop worrying." He ordered, words clipped as he began to herd you back to your house. He reached for you again, oddly enough, but you skittered away. You couldn’t let him think this was something that didn’t bother you, didn’t hurt you.

You remained tense as you laid in bed that night. You would force your muscles to relax, shoulders to unhunch, teeth to cease their grinding, and then moments later find yourself doing it all again.

You felt like you were being left behind. Outgrown. And what stung the most is that even before Levi became a one man firing squad, you would've never dreamt of telling him you didn't want him on a job. He belonged by your side, you thought.

You gazed at his sleeping features, long since racked out and peaceful in sleep. You felt a flutter in your chest.

He clearly didn't feel the same.

Levi left in the middle of the night half a week later. You vaguely remembered his form hovering over you in your sleep, pulling you close and tight against his chest and pressing his lips to your forehead. You had figured it was just another wistful dream and went back to sleep.

When you awoke and he was gone, you fought the urge to either break something or blush ten shades of red. That little fucker hadn't told you when he was leaving. You weren't ready. He knew you weren’t ready. Probably thought you would try to follow him.

You languished in your bed the first day, huddled in blankets and feeling pitiful. The second day, hunger and frustration forced you out, and you neatly robbed a vendor of bread and some thick broth. You stole another a few minutes later to drop to the dirty street urchin you noticed huddled in an alley way.

You toyed with the idea of asking around about Kenny, for old times sake, but decided against it. Either he was dead, or he wanted to leave. Either way, there wasn't anything for you to do about it. So, with a full stomach and more melancholy, you headed home.

You toyed with your knife, you tested the weight of it as if you hadn't learned it's center the night Levi had given it to you. You threw it cleanly and precisely into the wall. You withdrew it, and repeated the action, again and again.

Kenny would be proud, really. You hadn't practiced one of those pretty tricks you used to be so proud of since you and Levi had killed those boys.

The knife struck the wall again with a satisfying thud. Then the voice came.

"Impressive."

For half a moment, you thought it was Kenny, peering at you from the rickety second floor overhand, watching you train. But Kenny had taught you not to believe in any miracle that wasn't Ackerman blood, and you lunged for the hilt of the knife sticking from the wall.

A gun racked behind you.

"Please don't."

Your fingers froze, clutching the blade so tight the skin on your finger tips broke on the edge. You took a deep, rattling breath. Okay.

You really hoped he didn't want to shoot you.

You released the knife, turning. Your hands were held out in submission. You blinked, looking at the tall blonde before you in surprise.

"You're that motherfucker from the other day!" You snarled, "how long have you been waiting? What do you want from us?"

He grinned at your descriptor of him. "I don't see an us here."

You bore your teeth now, furious, "so you waited until he left? For what? You gonna try to sell me?"

He laughed, then, shaking his head, gun wobbling.

“Nah. I don’t trade in little girls. But I do have an offer for you. If you’re interested?”

You considered your position, and figured that you would be damn lucky if he didn’t kill you and leave your body there to decompose until Levi finally made it back. Fuck, Levi.

“I don’t negotiate well under pressure.” you finally said, nodding at the gun he had loosely grasped in his hands. He chuckled, and lowered the weapon.

“I think I can work with that.”

Half an hour and two cups of weak tea later, you felt like you could trust Furlan. He was chatty, and friendly in his own point-a-gun-at-you way. You hadn’t talked this much in a while with anyone besides Levi. It was odd, but not unwelcome you supposed.

“So, there’s a cargo transport through the underground, and you have no idea what’s in it, but you think its worth stealing? And you want to recruit Levi and I?” you recapped.

He grunted, shaking his head, and set his tea down with a clank. “No, not Levi. We’d have to leave tonight, or tomorrow morning at the latest to cut it off. We don’t have time to wait.”

“Levi and I are a team.” you told him sternly, and Furlan raised an eyebrow at you. You fought the urge to throw your cup at his stupid smug face.

He stayed silent for a moment (probably sensing your bloodlust), deliberating the cost of his next words, rolling them in his mouth, before deciding to speak. “If you’re a team, why are you here alone?”

The statement hit its mark, and you flinched. “I... he just didn’t think I was right for the job.”

“Well, I don’t think he’s right for this one. I can’t wait for him either. So, are you in or not? You can’t spend your life waiting for him to think you’re the right one.” these words, too, hit home.

You thought, for a moment, about how you never wanted to be without Levi. Thought of how he left you behind, how he clearly didn’t mind you being left alone. You considered what would have happened, had Furlan been a trafficker, or just wanted you dead.

Levi had left you, was outgrowing you. For once never alone didn’t calm you. It felt like an empty promise. Levi wouldn’t be alone. He would always have someone who wanted him now. You, however... you needed security. Before he decided carrying you wasn’t worth the weight. Furlan was tall and strong and he was offering you a chance, ignoring your gender and age.

You thrust your hand across the table.

“I want whatever cut it is that you give yourself,” you demanded, “I won’t be paid like a rookie. I know I’m worth more.”

Furlan grinned, slapping his hand into yours and shaking it. His teeth were sharper in the light, even if his smile was warmer, more pleased.

“y/n, you and I have a deal.”

“Christ, Furlan, you didn’t say we’d be travelling for three days,” Ponye, a tall brunet boy griped. Furlan shrugged, sipping from his mug of warm tea.

Amaretto, or Ma, a portly sharpshooter, shoved Ponye, nearly knocking him over. “Quit gripin, brat. We’re gonna be rich after all this craps over. Walking for a few days ain’t worth that to ya?” she scolded, and the boy hunkered down.

“It’s just, I woulda bought new shoes if I’da known.”

Furlan grinned, “You don’t have the money for that, Pon. But you will when we’re done here. C’mon, break time’s over. Time to scramble. Cartel should be through the bottleneck in a couple hours. We gotta set up.”

You heaved to your feet, still observing the small group. There was Ponye, who was younger than you expected him to be, but still strong and angry. There was Amaretto, who had a gimp leg but could shoot out someone’s kneecaps from blocks away. There was Jakobs, who had more knives strapped to him than some vendors had in stock, and who had a wit about as sharp as the blades on them. There was Kur, a small dark haired boy who you forgot was there half the time. Then there was Furlan, who was far more stoic in front of the team he had chosen for this robbery, who seemed to look to you before anyone else for your opinion. You found it odd, to be looked at without lecherous intent by someone other than Levi.

You began to trail behind the blonde, following him through alleyways even as the group began to disperse to their assigned locations. He had insisted on having you with him, for some reason, and you tried to not be too suspicious. You just couldn’t understand how he valued you as a right hand over Jakobs or Ma. You didn’t feel so far away from the skinny girl who stole bread for her dark haired friend, from the one who needed to be held and carried everywhere by your mother or Miss.

You didn’t ask questions, reminding yourself that this job was an in, a way to make more money than you’d seen since you sold all that medicine back when Miss Kuchel passed. Walls, maybe you could even get out of the underground. Then you and Levi could...

Well, you didn’t even know where to start.

You fingered the hilt of your knife on your hip. You hoped Levi was ok, that wherever he was he was safe. You hoped no one had a heist like this planned against him. Not that it would make a difference. Levi was a one man army, and you had faith he would come back to you.

You followed Furlan up a ladder onto a roof, settling beside him.

“You ever been out of your corner of the underground?” he asked, and you shrugged.

“Once. When I was younger. Stole some medicine.” you carefully chose your words, deciding what information to dole out to him.

He hummed, looking at you, through you. You got this unnerving feeling that he knew what had happened, without you even saying. “I had a sister. Had to steal medicine for her too.”

You looked at him. “I’m sorry.” you finally decided on, not missing his past tense. He had a sister, like you had a mother, and had Miss to take care of you.

Furlan shrugged your words off. “It’s all over now. All that’s left is to wait to get to see her again, I suppose.”

“Hopefully you make it a long one. I doubt she’d want to see you again too soon.”

He laughed, and nodded, “She’d probably kill me if we meet again before I’ve gone gray. She always had such high expectations for my life expectancy.”

You grinned, trying to picture a girl like Furlan. Tall and blonde and quick to smile, sternly telling her younger brother that he’d better live a long and good life. “What was her name?”

“Frannie. She was always chasing after me and mothering me. I guess that’s what I get for being the younger one,” he sighed, wistful, “I hope that she would be proud of me, you know?”

You thought of your mom, of Miss Kuchel.

“Yeah, Fur, I know.”

Furlan was an easy man to pass the time with, and soon enough you heard the hooves of horses clicking on the battered cobblestones lining the alleyway.

You knew the plan, had been repeating it for three days. You and Furlan and Jakobs go in, work on distracting the guards. Ma keeps an eye from her snipers perch, ready to shoot if things get too harried. Ponye runs interference on the otherside of the bottleneck. Kur has the quick job of stealing the cart while everyone’s distracted.

You didn’t realize how quickly things can go wrong.

Furlan takes down one guard relatively quick, knocking him to the ground and kicking him cleanly in the head so he goes limp and quiet, incapacitated. You deal with yours in a similar manner. You turn to look at Jakobs when you hear a gunshot.

At first, you think it’s Ma, saving your ass, but-

-fuck.

You hear her shout, and see Jakobs slumped against a wall. It takes you half a moment to figure out what you’re even looking at. Half his face has been blown away, bits of blood and viscera splattering the brick behind him. The wide brimmed hat he wore is in tatters, hanging limply on his slumped shoulder. You watch the blood trickle down from the cavity in his head cover one of the hilts of his knives.

The guard turns to you, and grins. She raises the gun again. You hear a shot.

Levi, you think, I’m so sorry.

Blood splatters your face covering. Ma, bless her, has shot her stomach wide open with a bullet the size of your finger. She gurgles, and it reminds you of the wet sloshing sound of Vic’s entrails before she hits the ground.

Fuck, Jakobs.

You hadn’t known him well. He rarely spoke to any of you. But... he had been kind. He had complimented the knife Levi got you. You showed him a few of your tricks and he had laughed and told you they were impressive. He had been kind.

That was so rare, down here.

You wished you had been the one to kill her, for him.

Furlan stooped down to look at Jakobs. He fixed his hat as much as he could, murmured an apology, and stood.

“Let’s go. His cut... it’ll go to his family.”

Here, too, Furlan was better than any boss you had known. Usually, if a man died, it was a bigger cut for everyone else. But Furlan...

You didn’t bother with being quiet anymore. After those gunshots, the guards had to know what the fuck was going on back here. Either they chose not to help, or they thought you were both dead, and either way their nerves would be frazzled.

You clutched your knife. It hadn’t been sharpened in days, not since Levi left. You couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

You look through the alley opening to the cart. Old hickory wood and green fabrics and crates make up your objective, and you take stock of the guards surrounding it. Two, but you know there should be at least one more. The driver is there, looking ready to shit herself, and you almost feel bad for her. One of the guards had a dirtied MP logo on his shoulder, and you wonder briefly why he defected to come down to the underground of all places.

You twirl your knife and lunge at him, vowing to make him regret it. Furlan follows you a beat too late, left to mop up the remaining guard. However, you are intercepted midway.

The third guard is there, battering you away from the MP, and two others behind him swiftly advance on Furlan. Ponye is tied up and gagged by the entrance of the bottleneck, bleeding from a slash across his eyebrow, and you snarl.

“Fuckers!”

You attack him, fueled by anger and the bitterness of a plan gone wrong. Furlan cries out behind you, but you refuse to turn to look, remembering how the first man you had killed almost got the upper hand on you due to your worry for Levi.

You duck a punch from your hooded attacker, skitter back from a swipe of a blade to your ribs. The knife catches your arm from where you stretched it to counterbalance yourself, and you hiss, bringing your knee up sharply to nail him in the gut. He lets out a wheeze, hunching over himself, and you lunge to kick him over.

He twists out of the way, looking furious, and plunges his blade towards you. You screech and wheel backwards. You lash out, knocking one of his legs out from him as his knife catches your face, your head covering, and rips skin and fabric alike. You yowl, half blind from the blood running into your eye, and the fluid drips into your mouth. You try not to gag. Fuck, Levi is gonna be so mad when he sees me, you think.

You’re right.

You hear him snarl your name, and you think you’re going insane. You lunge at the guard again, and he smacks your hit away, clutching you around the waist. You snarl and fight against him, until the voice from under his hood calling you a stupid brat, and a dumb bastard filters into your ears. Holy fuck, you think, no fucking way.

“...Levi?”

He hisses, furious, shoving you away from him, and turns. He lunges at the guard holding Furlan hostage and drives his knife into his throat, clearing the windpipe easily. The man gurgles and drops, and Furlan splutters and nearly drops with him.

You think you’re actually going insane, now. Confused and probably concussed and halfway to blind from steadily clotting blood, you watch as Levi turns into a bloody whirlwind, hacking and slashing and destroying every guard in sight. He watches the driver run away screaming and doesn’t pursue her.

Furlan finds you in the middle of this, grabbing you hastily around the waist and hauling you into the cart. You try to speak, to tell him that this was Levi. But you felt so tired, and your head hurt so much, and...

You don’t wanna say you blacked out. In fact, you refuse to. You just lost track of some time. You don’t know how you end up back at the safe house with Ma and Kur and Ponye exactly, but you were awake for it, by the walls. Kur ties a strap around the gash on your head, and part of you wants to pretend its Levi but...

“Did you know?” you ask Furlan, and you can feel the dried blood on your lips, can taste iron on your teeth. You feel like an old woman and an old god at once, staring down the tall blonde.

He blinks at you with his one unblackened eye. “I was unsure.”

You stand unsteadily, wobbling to your feet. You feel nausea roll up your throat like the tide. “And you didn’t tell me?” you asked, calm and covered in the blood of Jakob and the woman who killed him and you, all mixing together into a dried and tacky river of red.

“I didn’t think it wise to worry you,” he tries, but his eyes are panicked and flickering between Ma and Ponye.

You snarl, and punch him in his unbruised eye. Kur moves to pull you away, but you shove him off. “Bullshit! You knew this score inside and out. You knew he was here. You fucking knew!”

Furlan picks himself up from where he stumbled into a table. “I wasn’t sure. The possibility of him being there wasn’t enough of a deterrent. Not from this big of a score.”

“Ma could have killed him!” you rage, now completely unhinged in your anger, “He could have killed me! We could have been left alone!”

“Guys,” Ponye tries to interrupt.

Furlan bowls over him, unwilling to lose this argument. “Whatever is in those crates was worth the risk!”

“Guys!” Ponye tries again.

“Was it worth Jakob’s life, though?” Kur murmurs.

The room falls to a hush. You feel eyes on you, on your blood stained skin and still sticky clothes. You feel like you’ll be sick.

You hear footsteps.

“So, you got the gear? I was hoping you would get my messages. Didn’t think you would bring her along though.”

Furlan stammers, coughs, and you turn towards that familiar voice.

You want to scream and lunge at him, to hug him until everything goes away, until you’re both safe and warm but something in his eyes keeps you at bay. You’d never seen him look so... empty, before. He looks at you, and you feel like he can’t stand the sight.

“That was you? Giving me the intel?” Furlan finally manages, and Levi huffs, tearing his eyes from you to look at the badly beaten Furlan.

He hums an affirmative, finally, “I’m sorry about your friend. I didn’t know they had a gun.”

“His family will be taken care of,” Ma promises, looking stern and determined. “I’ll see to it.”

Levi nods, seemingly pleased by the news, and walks past you to stare into the crate Ponye had cracked while you were arguing.

He makes a startled sound you hadn’t heard from him since you’d gotten your revenge for that worm on your pillow, and Ponye is practically vibrating.

“Guys!” he finally breaks, slinging an arm around Kur and nearly shaking the boy, “We’re gonna be fucking rich! Look at this shit!”

You walk up and peer over Ma’s shoulder. You feel your heart skip a beat. Now that old MP made sense.

“Holy walls,” you murmur, “Is that...?”

Levi smiles then, a cruel and sharp little thing, but he still won’t look at you. It feels wrong.

“Yeah. We were transporting eight crates of Three Dimensional Maneuvering Gear.”

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What abiut some angsty Farlan headcanons?

Growing up underground, Farlan learned from a young age that the way to survive is to be tough - build walls. You can say that he’s a somehow friendlier version of Levi. If you could call him that when he distrusts everyone from the surface.

Once he, Isabel, and Levi join the SC, his social circle will be so small that it would just literally be them. Whoever he associates with is someone he’s just using to get information on Erwin - not someone he’d build a meaningful relationship with.

If he ever does catch himself getting attached, he’d distance himself. No communication whatsoever - he’s back to talking exclusively to his trusted friends.

He’d also be stubborn - fighting not only with his s/o when they try to tell him that they are being sincere. He’d also be fighting with himself because deep down, no matter how much he denies it, he trusts and believes them.

He’d feel shame because of that, something he’d beat himself for. It will take time, but eventually, he’d come around and realize he isn’t in the underground anymore. He isn’t somewhere where people are out to get him - and definitely not this person that he’d grown to know and care for.

So, he decided to repair the relationship - to lay himself bare (in every sense of the word) and change for hopefully the better. He promised himself he’d do that the moment they get back from their first expedition… and we all know how that went down.

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When The Heart Beats || [3]

WHEN THE HEART BEATS || Levi Ackerman x Reader CHAPTER III

"Captain!" Sairam shouted as the woman stood on her horse and flew towards the Titan's neck slashing it with ease.

A maximum of five 15 meter class titans had surrounded the whole squad making it no room for retreating without a fight.

Another Blue signal flared above the skies signalling immediate retreat.

"You all! Retreat!" the woman shouted as she slashed another titan now making an opening for a safe route for the squad.

"But Captain!" one of her Cadets shouted as a black flare near them shot to the sky signalling an abnormal ahead.

"Just listen to me! Retreat! That's an order!" shouting in the top of her lungs she spiraled to the Titan's neck now killing three in a row.

"Let's go!" shouted Jodji, second in command, yet Sairam stood in place, watching their captain battle in awe.

"Sairam what are you doing?! Let's go!" one of the cadets shouted.

Sairam was one of the least proficient in the whole squad yet their captain never complained about it, always saving his ass from danger and now was his chance to show her how capable he is.

"Let's fight along side her! Jodji!" he shouted making the male focus his eyes on him, he was about to speak but was then grabbed by a Titan crushing his bones in the process.

"JODJI!!" everyone shouted in unison making their leader's eyes widen amidst her battle with a titan.

Leaving it alone, (Y/N) flew to her squad only spotting yet another bloodbath as a Titan took ahold of her last member. Seeing who it was she knew, Sairam wouldn't be able to fight for himself.

She heard the gigantic steps of the titan she failed to kill behind her and all the horses except for hers had already ran in berserk, she also haf only one pair of blades left.

Making up her mind she shouted, "Sairam take my horse and run!" slashing the hands of the titan and making herself hook to it as if bait.

"RUN!" she shouted, he couldn't do anything but to look at his captain about to get eaten by two titans, stuck on his place he let his tears fall. He was so useless, if it wasn't for him--! He thought it was the end when he heard yet another shout.

"She told you to fucking take her horse and run! Then do it!" slicing the Titan's neck, Erwin's voice boomed. Making the soldier scramble to his feet to take the horse.

"She never blamed anything to me since then, she took all the blame to herself and would slap Captain Erwin if he dared to lecture me." giving out a melancholy laugh, Sairam remembered how shocked he was when the certain [c] haired female had slapped the hell out of the Captain.

"She did that?!" Isabel exclaimed.

Laughing, Sairam asked, "Which one? She sacrificing herself or her slapping Captain Erwin?"

"Both!" A wide eyed Isabel answered.

"Well you got your answer Levi, no need to worry." Farlan muttered, the blonde knew why Levi was acting like this, he knew Levi didn't trust them enough and wanted a leader who can protect them when he can't.

Levi just stared hard at Farlan, face with an unreadable expression, the latter only to stare back harder.

The sound of fists colliding with the wooden table ended the two men's quiet battle for dominance.

"So please don't ever show such disrespect, she never deserved any and she never will."

So the woman was close enough to slap Erwin? And to be able to even do that without getting punished was plenty enough proof of how capable this woman is. A prideful ambitious man such as him would never let any lowlife do such deed, he must've respected this (Y/N) so much.

And she seems to not even look down at them unlike the others, Levi remembered the disgusting looks everyone were giving them but he never saw those in her eyes, not even once.

Slowly, Levi had come to trust her judgement and capabilities, he just hopes that she wouldn't let him down any time soon.

"What's this talk about disrespect I'm hearing? Sairam! I didn't thought you'd get so deep! I was only gone for 5 minutes!" (Y/N)'s rants were able to pull Levi out of his train of thoughts, he never failed to notice the nice aroma of tea filling the room.

"I'm sorry Captain! I got carried away!" Sairam stood saluting. Laughing, (Y/N) shook her head disapprovingly as the male took his sit once again.

Placing the tray of tea and pastries, the woman whispered to the three as Sairam was in the other side cannot hear.

"Make sure you don't end up like him saluting all the time, though I even doubt you will." she whispered teasingly, however, their focus weren't directed to her.

"These food..." Farlan murmured staring at the pastries with almost stars in his eyes.

"It smells so nice!" Isabel exclaimed smelling the nice fragrance of cakes and cookies mixed with tea.

"It looks damn expensive. Where'd you stole it from huh Captain?" Levi snarkly commented aware of the shocked stares the four were giving him.

The 'Captain' didn't sound as insulting as before though it still had something else yet it was more bearable than the last.

Smiling, (Y/N) reminded herself to thank Sairam on whatever beating he did to the stoic man who was now eyeing everything on the tray.

Levi wasn't all that heartless as she thought, you just had to make him trust you for even just a little and he won't be skinning you alive in his mind anymore. The man had trust issues!

The young woman then begun distributing the fancy teacups to the gentlemen in front her.

For her to be letting them, the filthy underground thugs, drink in such fancy expensive kitchenware left the trio in utter awe.

Looking at one another, Isabel was smiling the biggest, Farlan having a small grin while Levi had a contented look on his face.

"It's not much, I was only able to buy Black Tea from the market today." the woman murmured as she placed three smaller cups in front of them.

"But I was able to buy some additives! You can try anything with it! Milk, Honey, sugar or maybe you'll want it plain just enjoy yourselves tonight!" the woman excitedly exclaimed.

"Aren't these really expensive in the market today?" Farlan questioned.

"Yeah! It might even cost much more than our lives!" Isabel exclaimed as (Y/N) flicked her forehead for this.

"Don't say that! Those nasty merchants might think so but they won't be able to do anything with honey and milk if the titans were to appear in front of them. " the woman lectured.

"Yeah! The Titans wouldn't pick eating sugar and honey than humans right?" Isabel exclaimed now understanding her words better which earned an approving smile from her captain.

Looking at Levi she asked "How's that Levi-bro?! I'm quite clever aren't I!" making Levi mentally roll his eyes.

"You're as dense as usaual." he plainly said making Isabel huff in disappointment.

"Levi... bro?" Sairam who had been silent asked in confusion.

"Yeah! Levi is the coolest big bro there is! You should see him fight!" Isabel bragged.

"He fights like common thug." sairam commented making Isabel stand from her seat and point a daring finger at the charcoal haired male.

"Let's see who'll win when you spar with Levi-bro!" she shouted making Sairam also stand from his seat to meet her level.

"Sairam that's enough." "Isabel that's enough." Levi and (Y/N) said in unison making both of them sit with a huff.

"We should be enjoying ourselves. And it was wrong of you to call someone's fighting skills like that, apologize Sairam." the black haired female lectured once again.

"I apologize." the male said looking them both in the eye to let them see his sincerity.

"Damn right you are!" Isabel exclaimed making Sairam clench his fists in self control.

"You both bicker like children... It's annoying me." Levi commented this time making Isabel face him.

She once again opened her mouth to yell something about her not being a child when (Y/N) shoved a piece of cookie inside her mouth.

"Good isn't it? Now now let's all calm down, shall we? Take Farlan here as an example." she said patting Farlan's blonde locks in the process making the latter slightly blush at the matter.

Once again (Y/N) started serving them with everything on the tray lastly placing a neatly folded napkin on the trio's front.

Levi noticed that Sairam didn't receive a napkin, confused he also looked over to the [c] haired woman's front only to find no napkin as such.

"Why don't you two have napkins?" Isabel voiced out Levi's confusion.

"I received mine a long time ago." Sairam said shortly while (Y/N) just smiled.

Not one to ask stupid questions, Levi decided to take a closer look on the napkin unfolding it only to see his name embroidered.

Levi

This left him once again in awe.

'Ah... So this was what that hard headed dog of her was barking about'

This was why allot had wished to be placed in her squad.

"Wow! That's my name! Isabel! It says Isabel! Look Levi-bro!" Isabel exclaimed as she wiggled it in front Levi's face.

Farlan run his thumb across his embroidered name, smiling faintly, this was the first time someone had given them anything and the that possibility that she herself made it--

"You did this yourself Captain?" he asked.

"Well, it's the least I could do for all of you. It's been a hobby of mine as well." she answered biting into one of the well baked cookies.

It made his heart warm towards her in an instant, much to the blonde's utter frustration he was never one to trust instantly.

"Well don't wait for the tea to get cold!" the young woman said urging them to get to enjoy the tea, yet the three were still hesitant, especially that onyx-haired one.

Picking up her spoon she dipped it in each of their cups and placed it in her lips.

Confused, the three of them watch as the woman removed it to speak.

"No poison! Don't worry!" she said laughing, making the three more at ease.

Levi was quite satisfied with how he held the arm of the elegant teacup, it was his first time and though he wouldn't say it, he had always dreamt of having a refined lifestyle but he knew the underground wasn't a place for dreams like that.

Sipping the tea, Levi couldn't help but show how pleased he was with the taste, instantly downing the whole cup.

(Y/N) saw this and was happy of how she was able to make these three experience these kinds of luxuries that one won't be able to imagine in their past home.

"I am aware of what horrible place you three had come from." (Y/N) started, gazing down on her cup of tea as it swirled following the direction of the spoon.

"...and I'm also aware of how the three of you are treated in such low manner because of it, it makes me sick." looking up at them, she had the most earnest look in her eyes.

"So as long you're in my squad... staring tomorrow, nobody would ever look at you in such insulting filthy manner." she promised.

This woman... she never failed to leave him in awe.

Maybe being placed under her command wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.

END OF CHAPTER III ANOMIFICS

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