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[nelapanela94]

Hi Nela 🙋‍♀️ hope you are doing fine sweetie!! If it’s ok can I request a headcannon of Levi with a civilian female reader. You see, civilian reader’s concept guilty pleasure of mine, even though I find squad captain reader as badass. Dump as many headcannons as you like or if you want to write an one shot I don’t mind 😉

Hi San!! OMG I can't skip this! Levi x civilian reader sounds like an awesome concept. I tend to lean towards cadet reader or squad leader reader, but imagine Levi having someone to welcome him home with a kiss and a cup of tea just the way he likes?

Song that inspired me (Lyrics translation below)

tw: pure fluff, a couple of smuttish headcanons, not too explicit though. +16 just in case, pregnancy. w.c:~3.9k

You are a seamstress who owned an atelier in downtown Shiganshina. Your daily tasks consist in mending garments and tailoring custom clothes for locals, though your forte is making dresses and jackets. Embroidery is one of your favorite hobbies too. The second floor served as your home. Your two-bedroom apartment is not spacious, yet it’s cozy enough. The full equipped bathroom is your favorite part since you spend your days off in the tub, reveling in a warmth bath and a glass (or two) of wine. The Atelier is your safe place where you can unleash all your creativity and do what you love the most, and it’s also the place where you met him for the first time. The most beautiful coincidence.

The tinkle of the bell beckoned you from the moment he entered your workshop. However, you were absorbed in the embroidery of the flowers for the ruff of a dress you were due to deliver that very afternoon and dropping the job before finishing it would’ve been a sin. Once you were done, you tore the thread with your teeth and hung the dress in a hanger before stepping out into the main room. You couldn't stop your ears from flaring up. He hadn't even turned around, or even noticed you, and you felt a sudden tug, something that stole your breath and made your heart beat at a dangerous speed. You tried to primp a little, cursing at yourself for having picked comfiness over style that morning.

And a similar reaction occurred inside him when he swiveled around. Dressed in those rags, which looked comfortable, but zero stylish, Levi thought you were the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. It must’ve been your smile eclipsing everything else. Anyway, the reason Levi was in that place was because he needed to adjust the length of his jacket sleeves and the pantlegs of his uniform since the men sizes were not inclusive enough. It was as if they had made the patterns based on Miche's or Erwin's measurements.

After an awkward first meeting, like two teenagers crushing on each other, your braincells didn’t stop scheming against you, forcing his image into your head 24/7.

Even though Levi knew how to fix and adjust his clothes to fit, he still frequented your shop just to see you. “Are you ok?” you queried with a tinge of concern enveloping your voice. There was something off in his eyes, and then reality struck you. It’d been a few days since the Survey Corps had returned from an expedition. His first expedition, and judging by the look on his face, it seemed as if part of his soul had been sloughed from him. He said nothing, and neither did you. You approached him, and you found no words of encouragement that could mend the wound in his heart, so you dusted off your last resort: a lifesaving embrace. And Levi collapsed in your arms and let out the tears that had been pent up in his chest for days. For some strange reason, crying in your arms didn't feel so terrible, it was rather comforting. When his eyes dried out and there were no more tears left to shed, you invited him to your place for hot chocolate, cheese and bread. And he learned one of your weird quirks: putting pieces of double cream cheese in your steamy hot chocolate, wait until it softened to pull it out with a fork and nab it in one gnaw. He didn't judge you, yet he didn't share your odd tastes either. That night he confided his past in you.

“What are these?” Amusement tugged the corners of his lips upwards when he spotted the two plushies sitting on the sofa in your living room. “What’s wha–” Your face burst into flames when you saw what he was holding in his hands. A few days ago, you had made two plushies, one looking like him, with his scouting uniform, whose cape could be removed; and the other undeniable you, with your smile, your messy hair in a bun, and a red dress. You had put Velcro on their hands so they could hold on to each other. “Why is mine frowning?” he snapped the hands apart and tucked Plushie Y/N under his arm. “I wanted them to be the most realistic as possible.” You taunted, snatching plushie Levi from him. From that night on, you were never separated again. ‘You’ slept in his bed, and ‘he’ on yours.  

Levi carried on with his visits, with the excuse he was in town to stash tea and cleaning supplies, and had extra time to spare. Truth is, he didn’t even have space in his office to store all the cans of leaves and herbs and the jars of detergents. He had three brand new brooms dozing in his closet and a fourth one would join them soon. Sometimes he would purposely remove buttons from his shirts so as not to be so obvious. At least he tried.

You were the one who gave a little boost to the relationship when you asked him to go on a date for the first time. Levi stared at you with wide eyes that threaten to fall off to the floor, agape, cheeks suffusing in a deep shade of red. Levi took you to the most famous teashop in town. Blushing and nervous, barely looking at each other, talking about everything and nothing, playing footsies under the table to relieve the tension. You had fashioned a loosen mint green dress with puffy sleeves that cinched around slightly above the shoulders; the skirt hem billowed around your knees. It was perfect for a summer date. Levi wore a white cotton muslin button up shirt, brown slacks and mahogany loafers. As you walked by the main square on your way back to your place, the music enfolded you, leavening the evening; you offered him a hand, asking him to dance. “Here?” he looked at you in bewilderment, and you nodded. He was a bit embarrassed, dancing in a public space. He counted the steps in his head, trying not to lose the thread and the rhythm of the music, but dancing was not a necessary skill to survive in the Underground city, it wasn’t within the scope of Kenny's lessons. But with your head resting on his shoulder, and barely a couple of stomps, the edges of reality blurred, narrowing your world until only the two of you remained. And then you kissed him, and he knew that his place in the world was next to you.

Levi spent his weekends with you in town, at your place, although at first, he slept on the couch. (He didn't really sleep, he just read and drank tea) Sometimes, he would sneak into your room and sit on the wing chair, and watch you sleep, tempted to fondle you, but he didn't want you to think he was a wacky pervert, it's just that he had never been so attracted to anyone in his whole life. Little by little he began to drop off clothes, books and teapots at your house.

And how can we forget Hange who, with a smug glance and waggling brows, kept on nagging him and bombarded him with questions that were none of their business.

“When will I meet her?”

“Meet who?”

“The cause of your smiles.” They smugly winked at Levi and strutted off giggling.

He had to avoid the craze of smiling after hours, although with you on his mind all the time it was a hopeless task.

When you first met Hange, they squeezed you in a tight hug you swore your head would pop up. And of course, they couldn’t keep their mouth shut. Few days later, the rumors crouched in every corner of the Survey Corps Headquarters: someone had stolen the ever-stoic captain Levi’s heart. So, he had no choice but to introduce you to his friends and comrades. He had kept you a secret, not because he was ashamed, but because he wanted to avoid people badgering and pestering. Questions and comments like How a sunshine like her could fixed her eyes in a grumbling man like him? or she must be nuts prowled the corridors.  But, what could be done? Who can contradict the heart? With your easygoing, charismatic and positive personality it was not difficult to earn everyone's affection.

The first time you made love was on his first birthday you spent together. When you asked Levi what he wanted to do for that special date, he bluntly answered: 'nothing'. Levi didn't celebrate his birthday, it brought back bittersweet memories. Nonetheless, you spent weeks setting ideas to organize something memorable with Hange’s and Erwin’s aid. You left him notes and clues that led him to you. You had reserved the entire tea shop he used to frequent, and together with his squad, you decorated the entire venue. You would have loved to fill everything with flowers, but winter has its charm too. Miche and his squad, as well as Hange’s came along for the surprise party you schemed. Later, when everyone left, tears peeked at the corners of his eyes. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and muttered a ‘thanks’. But the celebration went on; back home, you popped open a bottle of wine and amid smiles, hiccups and flustered faces you stripped off your clothes, one by one, drawing a path from the living room to your bed. You lost count of how many times he asked you if you were sure and ready because he wouldn't forgive himself in a thousand lifetimes if he hurt you. And yes, Levi asking for consent was fucking arousing and pantie-drenching. Hands and lips that searched and found, exploring valleys and edges and depths, insatiable, etching every inch of your skin, every scar. Without looking away from your dilated pupils and his hand cleaving to yours, he slowly slid into you, delightful torment stretching your walls, and you knew right away that you were made for each other. He wiped off your tears and remained still for a moment, turgid and shaking, and dousing your face in kisses as your body adapted to the intrusion. Languidly, his hips began to roll, and the room filled with pants and moans and cries of pain that soon were coated by bliss. Glistening bodies, smell of sex; in his arms and in the sheets, you redrew heaven. When your orgasm coiled in your core, you knew his was right behind, and before he had the chance to pull off, your legs draped tight around him, making sure he’d leave his indelible mark inside you. Primal, instinctive and risky, you didn’t mind.

And in New Year’s your place officially became his too; to be fair, he only owned the basics, though you didn’t expect him to siege your kitchen with his vast collection of tea sets, and wedged room in the attic to store the exaggerated number of gallons of bleach. If he wasn’t jammed with paperwork, he’d come back to you every night; but if eyebrows had different plans for him, he kept his Y/N plushie with him at the headquarters. He’d sit it in his lap as the quill nip scraped the paper.

His weekends were reserved exclusively for you and only you. On Saturdays you’d go to the market at the main square; Levi wouldn’t surprise you with flowers, but with fabrics and… cheese. Double-cream to be precise. You would spend the entire morning, wandering among the stalls, relishing in free samples and keeping an eye on the sales. Lunch was in Levi's stewardship while you sat at the countertop, pouring the wine and snatching any ingredient when he looked the other way; when he caught you red-handed, he'd snap your hand off, faking a sneer. Then, he’d cage you in his arms and kiss you and wedge between your legs, sneaking a hand under your dress to find out you’re not wearing anything underneath. You’d make the most of your time while the stew finished cooking. Thrusting into you, digging his fingers into your fleshy butt cheeks, his slushy groans and your cloying moans ensnared in a chaotic symphony. Your arms wrapped around him, your legs imprisoned him as you nudged his lips with yours. After the appetizer, you have the main course. Then a bath, and nap all the afternoon. For dinner, you’d go to a restaurant with terrace, eat a full course meal (never forget wine!) and saunter back home, pinkies entwined, followed by the whistle of the lamplighters. During summer nights, you’d take a detour by the park to rejoice in the music of street performers.

Sundays were sacred, booked fully for love making. Moans and pants and the pungent smell of sex wavered in your room before the firsts whips of morning light seeped through the windows. You didn't need words to communicate because the flesh spoke louder and clearer. From the bed you moved to your desk, to the chair, to the bathtub, and there you stayed until the skin looked and felt like a raisin.

Months later, the unimaginable happened, Wall Maria was breached. That morning when they bells clanked and the gate opened, cold shivers pricked over your spine. Another defeat for the Survey Corps. A hundred soldiers had departed for the mission and only about twenty of them returned. They were heading to the capital to drop their reports. But you had a hunch that some things were about to change, soon. A burning sensation in your chest drove you back home, and you packed canned food and filled the waterskin; the air was dense, too dense, but nobody else seemed to notice. Yelps and gasps slithered through the window and right then you saw it, a red monstruous face, and hands gripping the walls. For minutes, the clock stopped ticking; a clog in your throat snagged your breath, and dread welded your legs to the floor. Debris scampered in the air, and tears streamed down your face, fearing that you’d never see him again. Your survival instinct switched on and you fetched your improvised supply kit as well as Levi’s plushie. He tugged at the hem of your thoughts, you needed him, you wanted him by your side. Anguish stung you every time you said goodbye to him before he parted on an expedition, and you wished you could tie him to your bed to never let go. But humanity needed him too; people had tossed such boulder over his shoulders.

After the evacuation, Levi found you in the refugee center and the knot in his chest unraveled, allowing air to fill his lungs again. A few scratches and bruises etched in your skin. You moved to an apartment in Trost, and months later, with the savings you managed to bring with you, and Levi’s help too, you flipped open the sign of La retoucherie de Y/N.

You had to quickly adapt to the routine, to the new city. As in Shiganshina, Levi tried to spend the nights at home with you, making every second count. Every time he came home you greeted him with a kiss, a hug and a cup of tea. You had learned to steep it the way he liked it. And he never forgot your cheese and chocolate, although he still didn't understand that odd peculiarity. "It melts in your mouth," you always said. “It sweetens the cheese and adds a bit of saltiness to the chocolate.” Nope, there was no way to convince him.

In your spare time, you made shirts and pants, and knitted scarves for him. It was your duty to make sure Levi was always fashionable.

“What the–” Levi gaped as soon as he spotted the new plushie member of your plushie family lying in bed. It had your eyes and his hair and a yellow onesie. He gulped and his eyes drifted to you, you were simpering, the joy clouding your eyes glazed his. It all made sense, the sudden glow in your cheeks, the extra pounds in your hips and your oversensitive breasts. “When?” He wiped off his tears and rushed to you, swallowing in his arms and smothering your face in kisses. “Three months, the doctor said.” You giggled at the ticklish caresses. “Though, I don’t know how it didn’t happen before.” You shrugged. You spent the following months sewing onesies of different colors, bibs, baby hats and scarves, with matching dresses for you and shirts for Levi. Overprotective Levi took care of you for the rest of your pregnancy and the firsts months after the new ravenette was born. He cleaned and cooked and did groceries, even though you swore you were perfectly fine; he suggested to hire someone to help you in the atelier, and you agreed only if he loosen up a bit. He couldn’t hold back his tears when he held his little bundle of joy in his arms for the first time, utterly proud of you too. He couldn’t believe someone so fragile and pure and beautiful was half him. (More like three quarters him). He had another smile (a toothless smile) to protect.

How Levi and Y/N met <3

The ravenette looks up at the rectangular wooden sign hanging on two golden chains above the entrance of the Atelier that funky-smelly-shitty-glasses suggested. La retoucherie de Y/N. He reads in the burned cursive letters and takes a deep breath before entering. A tiny welcoming bell rings above his head and he can’t help but squint. The place is a bit disorganized for his liking. On the sides are racks of dresses and jackets that look like they're ready to be turned in, while on the other one, across the main salon, there’s a shelve stacked with bolts of cloth of different colors and textures as well as spools of thread and containers with buttons, pins and clips. In the middle stands proudly a huge square table with measurement tapes glued to the rims on each side and a pile of unfinished projects that seems to come to life. Scraps of fabric and threads and yarns graze the floor.

Levi steers around the working table, cranes his head and peers over the monster of cloths, looking for any sign of life, waiting for an elderly woman to show up at any moment.

“Hey, sorry, I was in the back–“

Levi turns around and his eyes meet yours, clogging your words in your throat. You look at him, slightly gaping, but he harrumphs, and the edges of the real word are redrawn.

“How…how can I help you?” you stutter, fidgeting with a tattered thread on your shirt.

“Yes…uh,” Levi tries to find the words, but they won’t leap of his mouth, he’s enthralled in you, with your loosen shirt, baggy pants and messy bun, with tiny rebellious hairs pointing in all directions. When you tuck a lock of hair behind you ear, he spots the sunflower shaped pincushion tied around your wrist.

“Are you ok?” you query, tilting your head to the side and lifting an eyebrow.

Levi wakes up from his daydream, his cheeks fizzing hot. “I need to fix this.” He holds out his arm before him, the bag swinging in his hand from side to side.

“Sure, let me take a look.”

You draw out the content and hold up in the air the khaki leather jacket. “Survey Corps,” you utter for yourself and fold it back onto the table. Levi stands next to you, arms folded on his chest, gazing down, scuffing one boot-clad foot against the other as you finish taking out the garments that are dozing in the bag.

“Let’s take the measurements.” You chime, rummaging through the mess for a notebook and a pencil. On a blank page, you sketch two human figures, the front and the back, and some other scrawl. The metric tape tickles your nape as it slips off. “Stand still, back straight, arms on your sides.”

Levi nods and complies, trying to pull out his best poker face, but truth is, he’s afraid his own body would betray him.

“I said stand still, not hold your breath until you turn blue.” Your giggles hover over him, and shit, that’s the prettiest sound he's heard in his life. “Relax, I don’t bite. Unless you want me too.” You coyly wink, disarming him.

“Y/N,” he blurts by inertia, earning a wide-eyed glance from you. Without knowing why or what for, he just wanted your name to coil in the tip of his tongue. Maybe, his purpose was to taste it. He couldn't help but feel like an idiot, though.

“How-”

“It’s written in the sign.” One end of his lips quirks up, and his blood circulates again at its regular pace, but when he feels your hands ghosting over his linen clad skin, his heart begins to hammer in his chest, pumping his blood up to his cheeks.

“Now you know my name, it’s not fair I don’t know yours.”

“Levi.”

“Levi.” Your mellifluous voice caresses the syllables of his name, coating it in honey, and you cast a smile at him. “Are you new in town, Levi? I’ve never seen you around. I don’t mean to brag, but I know every single soul in this city.”

One of your svelte hands stops on his shoulder, the other one skimming his wrist, and you scrawl on your notebook; then a hand on his shoulder, the other whisking his neck, and again you take note. From his chest to his waist; then you swirl a finger in the air and he turns around. You write down the distance between his shoulders, then from his shoulders to his waist. His back muscles clench instinctively at the flimsy prodding. But he can’t help it, it’s as his body shears from his brain and acts at its own will.

“I was transferred from Mitras,” he lies and feels a prick in his chest, but it’s either that or confessing he’s a former thug who did things he wasn't proud of in order to survive.

Levi scratches his crinkled nose with his pinkie, tipping his head to the side, and suddenly, one after the other, each cell of his body combusts, and a good quantity of blood rushes southward when he feels your fingers brushing his butt as you try to measure the distance from his waist to his ankles.

Focus, you jerk, focus. He inwardly whacks his head, cursing at himself; whatever thread you pulled off him, he’s coming apart and can’t recognize himself anymore. Levi concentrates in dissipating his blood to the rest of his body.

“We’re done, Levi.”

You incorporate and sling the tape back around your shoulders, and Levi stretches his neck, first to the right, then to the left, to relieve the tension strangling him.

“Levi, it’ll be ready in two days.” You announce, scribbling his name in three pieces of paper, and pin then to each item.

Levi nods, tugging at the collar of his shirt; a blush suffuses his cheeks. He doesn't mind you wearing out his name; hearing it fall from you is becoming a tortuous vice.

Your eyes hook on his back as he struts out of the shop and a tingling sensation creeps across your face.

Right then, it never crossed your mind that this newcomer to the city would become your favorite person in the world. The cause of smiles and laughs, the tickles in your stomach, the best orgasms, and one or another anguish.

I don't feel the hours when I'm with you I love it because you see everything positive I love your birthmarks and your scars Tell me in this time where did you go That I couldn't find you

I don't know if it was God or maybe it was destiny The only thing I know; we're on the right track That I'll be with you for lifetimes to come Remembering who you are in case one day you forget For you I would do that and more

And if you didn't exist I'd invent you Same heart and the same smile You're my reason, my peace, my sunshine, my wheat Just thank you for being with me

Here are my arms, feel safe That for your fears I've got the cure You're what I've been asking God for so much I won't let you down, trust in me alone

And if you look up at the sky and there are no stars Don't blame me You deserved them

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[nelapanela94]

just something for you to listen to:

Aghhhhhhhhh!!!!

Helping him to put the straps on that gray shirt and then strip him down!!!

Poor boy after a tiring day, he just want to lie down and rest. Ahhhhh and the soft snoring at the end.

*Not me sneaking between his legs for a well deserved reward 🫣🤭🫢

THANK YOUU!!!

You made my day. I’ve been in bed all day because of a flu :(

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[nelapanela94]

Do you just ever wonder what Levi's dad looks like or anything about him (like dead or alive)? We don't get any detail about him, but it's kinda fun to think about (well, to me at the very least). But, I only have one trait whenever I think about him. He has 💖baby cheeks💖.

YOU WILL HEAR ME OUT ON THIS!!! Comparing Levi to the Ackermans, he has softer cheeks than the rest of the Ackermans, who have strong cheek bones.

So... we gonna let this slide, or...

Who is Levi's dad? What does he look like? Oh, the questions that keep me awake at night.

Since Isayama-sensei never spewed this out (I haven't found any reliable source at least) and it seems he is taking this secret to the tomb, we can squeeze as many theories as we want out of our brains.

Yes, the Ackerman genes are dominant, and from the main branch of the family, grandpa Ackerman, Kenny, Kuchel and Levi they all look alike, the two latter being too notorious. (Well, Levi is the spitting image of Kuchel); therefore, it's a difficult task to create a picture of our father–in–law. And you're right, Levi's cheeks are softer than the other Ackermans 🤔 so here's what I think about it ;) (pretty much that detail means nothing, and Isayama drew them like that just because)

I like to think that Levi's dad is some merchant or noble man from Mitras living the good life in confort and luxury, trapped in a loveless marriage, seeking *scratches the side of her chin* warmth in someone else's arms; a récurrent customer perhaps. I mean, Kuchel was pretty. This guy is around 50-55 y.o, has two children already born in wedlock (YES I'D LIKE TO THINK THAT LEVI HAS HALF SIBLINGS) though he'll never know. and physically, I picture him short, chubby, with receding hairline and dapper, whose cheeks get flushed with the faintest peek of sunlight. That's why Levi has those cute, pinchable, squeezable cheeks.

Whether he's alive or dead at this point I don't really mind 😅

Also, he runs illegal businesses in the Underground city like smuggling coderoin (forbidden drug in AOT world) or money laundering.

This is my theory of course, and everyone is free to come up with whatever they want since this is a topic tucked in a locked chest.

And sorry this took me the whole week to reply, I've been out of town visiting my sister and I hadn't had the time to sit down and write. 😭

So, what do you think of Levi's father?

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[nelapanela94]

Hello,I have a very important question to ask, why wouldn't you date Levi Ackerman ?

Nooo!!!!

I DON'T HAVE ANY REASON TO WHY I'D NEVER DATE LEVI ACKERMAN!!!

He's perfection bottled up in one person. (Ok no. He has his flaws too and that's why he's so appealing)

I mulled this question over a week and couldn't think of a valid reason that convinced me of why I wouldn't date Levi Ackerman. I'm not joking when I say that I'd never fallen so hard for an anime character like him. Usually, I don't lean for OP characters because they are pictured as perfect and too confident; but Levi, even though he's the strongest and is very self-reliant in his abilities, he also has this insecure side regarding his height and that makes him more human, therefore, more likable.

He's caring, protective, and he's willing to carry others' burdens too. And this soft side, I believe, was passed down by his mother. I mean, Kuchel loved him unconditionally that she chose to have him despite the circumstances and despite the advises of others. (Kenny *Cough cough*)

And although life has been cruel to him, he chose to regard those harrowing events as lessons instead of excuses.

Strong, protective, handsome, doting, and selfless. I'd never let him go.

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[nelapanela94]

Levi is beautiful and no one can deny it!

YES! LEVI IS BEAUTIFUL AND NO ONE (NO ONE) CAN DENY IT!!!

Not only physically (He's gorgeous), but, despite all the pain and suffering he's endured during his life, he has the biggest, kindest heart, always placing a great value to preserve human lives, and protect his friends.

Remember the time when he learned that titans might have been humans? He looks distressed to think he might've been killing people all this time. Or when he supports Historia to provide a home for the orphans? Or when he saves Isabel from death among scum and garbage? Or that he keeps his comrades' badges in a desk drawer?

THE WORLD DOESN'T DESERVE A LEVI.

He's just too good.

Despite the hard blows life strikes at him, he keeps fighting.

PROTECT THIS BEAUTIFUL MAN!!!!

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[nelapanela94]

OMG Nela your story you made for my request for your follower milestone.. I CANT!!

Have you ever seen the teen movie 10 Things I Hate About You? (It's one of the better ones) Once you got into the paragraph with the prompt "I know you still love me" I thought if that were a high school AU we'd be here ⬇⬇⬇

You have such a way with words! Maybe I need to start reading some of those novels too!

And, and, was that possibly an open ended ending for happiness?! AHHH! <3

Ahhhhhh!! Eliza ❤️

I confess I’ve Never watched the movie 🙈

my heart was churning while I was writing it. Last Saturday I was feeling downhearted, and vexing intrusive thoughts were getting at me, so I needed a way to channel my low spirits, but a sad ending would’ve render me more melancholic 😞 that’s why I decided an open one.

And thank you 🥰🥹😊

YESSSSS IT’S OPEN FOR HAPPINESS!!!

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[nelapanela94]

Nela I hope you and Levi are living the cottagecore live comfortably!

Enjoying the sunny, breezy outside, reading some good books, having tea and your famously delicious baked bread (save me some! I'm coming for a visit!), gardening and picking apples, and line drying your sheets.

I bet you make the best spiced apple pie, which I think is Levis favorite thing! Yum yum!

What else is a regular daily to do? Anything exciting going on?

Sending XOXO

Hi Eliza!!!!

Everything sounds so exciting and fun! That's what we do on daily basis. While I bake the bread, Levi beats the cream to make butter, you know he's got stronger arms (thick, muscly, hugging arms)😉

However, this week since he found out I was sick, and potentially a biological, weapon he doesn't come close to me and desinfects every corner and anything I come in contact with. He even labeled my plates and glasses so he, accidentally, doesn't end up using them.

He's armed with Lysol and alcohol wipies, and keeps a distant of 6ft from me. Oh! And he pets me with the broom stick, because he can be lovey-dovey with the precautionary measures.

*distant sneeze*

I think he's gonna kill me now 😓😭

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[nelapanela94]

Hi! I'm a huge fan of your fics :) Sometimes I use them for inspiration before going to sleep. 1. Are you planing about writing something related to cheating? 2. Do you have experience with that? I've been tempted recently by a handsome guy. Big hugs for you!

Hi Anon!!!!

Thank you so much❤️ don’t know what kind of inspo you mean, but ty.

About writing about cheating, I’ve written a fic of unfaithful reader (because Levi would never cheat) and if I find it, I’ll reblog this with the link :). Also, in one of my series, reader will have to choose between to men (I’m still working on it).

Nope, I don’t have experience. I’ve never cheated or being cheated on or used for cheating. I’ve only dated one guy for almost ten years already, and even though I have felt tempted (I think that’s normal) at the end I choose not to. It’s disappointing to live in a society where cheating is so normalized, people make fun of it. In my opinion, if one is not willing to be faithful, it’s better not to commit and be clear since the beginning.

It’s normal to feel tempted. I think it happens to everyone at some point, we’re human beings. But we’re the ones who choose. I haven’t seen my bf in 14 months, he’s studying abroad, and I don’t think it’s worth ruining our plans for another guy.

Writing has helped me cope with loneliness, I think. He knows I write too and is encouraging me to write a book 😭. He believes in me more than I do.

Hugs for you too anón!!!!

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[nelapanela94]

wishing you a v happy weekend! ♡

Thank you Jordan!!!

Happy weekend for you too!❤️

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[nelapanela94]

just stopping by to say that i hope that you’re doing okay! how are you doing—any plans for the weekend? ♡

Hi Jordan! You are so sweet! Thank you❤️

I’m kinda coping… but working on getting all my tasks done ✅

Plans for the weekend? Besides writing, reading and studying French, I’m having physiotherapy tomorrow morning and a spa afternoon too!

I hope you’re doing ok too and have a nice weekend!!!

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[nelapanela94]

NELA HOW COULD YOU HURT ME W YOUR RECENT MISCARRIAGE FIC T.T

okay but on a serious note i ADORE your writings, you are so talented my love! <3

I’m sorry not sorry Cha.

That’s my weekly dose of angst I need to survive. I weep so bad while writing it, but I needed to let it out. It’s been an emotionally challenging week for me.

Thank you so much 🥹 for the love.

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[nelapanela94]

Hi! I love, love, LOVE your series with Violet and how you depict Levi as such a tender dad 🥺🥺 Can I please ask how does she interact with the other 104th kids? Does she have any best friends? Does anyone in the Corps have a crush on her? Would she move to Marley to stay with her parents after the war? There's just so much more I want to know about her!

Thank you so much for writing the mini fics about her and her family!! You deserve so much praise for your writing

Ahhh this is so sweet! 🥰

Thank you so much! I can’t believe something that began as a request has build a nestle in my heart too. It’s really fun and heartwarming to write those drabbles about them. I try to give Levi what he deserves: a loving family. This man, behind his grumpiness, is the most doting dad. 😊

Now, to answer some of your questions:

Violet gets along with the 104th cadets too. During her academy years, they became her family too (back then she believed she was an orphan and didn’t even remember her name). Who’d win between her and Mikasa?🤔 not sure yet. I feel that Violet is kinda lazy with training sometimes. Oh! And after joining the SC and finding out Levi is her father, the other cadets would shield behind her when Levi’s bubbling with irritation. If anyone has a crush on her? If that’s so, that person is keeping it a good secret that I don’t even know. Probably afraid that Levi would beat them up. But Violet likes the boy from across the street of their apartment in Trost. The baker boy. That’s why she often volunteers to buy bread. She also peers from the window of her bedroom. 👀

And yes, she’ll move to Marley with her family. She’d like to go to the engineering school after learning a lot from Onyankopon about the Marleyan technology.

🥹again, thank you so much. I also want to thank @notgoodforlife for feeding me so many ideas for the drabbles. I wish I could write more but I need to focus on other stuff going on in my life right now. 🥲

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[nelapanela94]

Nela! I just wanted to say I'm very excited for and proud of you! You are an amazing writer and a wonderful friend and I'm so happy to say we've been conversing together almost a year now! You were one of my first friends here :)

Congrats on your newest milestone, don't work yourself too hard, aaaaannnd I promise not to completely flood your inbox with prompts hehe <3

Eliza!

🥺🥺🥺🥺thank you! (*me on the floor crying happy tears*)

Me too, I’m so happy we’ve been in touch for over a year now and you too were one of my first moots and friends here❤️

I’ve come across so many ideas it’s hard not to overwork and strain myself (ooops) I’ll try to take breaks too, aaaaaand you’re welcome to cram my mailbox with prompts.

Love you!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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[nelapanela94]

Finally I was able to read this . And, I have been bawling my eyes out. I blame it on my period because it’s giving me mood swing.

So I am here wanting to discuss ideas.

TW ANGST and I’m being an angsty trash

Levi and the reader’s relationship reminded me of my cousin’s marriage. She had a miscarriage and her husband started to drink. They didn’t had any physical fights but they said something verbally to each other that it was beyond repairable. So in the end they separated and have never seen each other.

Levi and reader had different coping mechanisms. But she wanted him to be by her side. Yes he really said things that actually inflicted on her wounds and I believe her wounds are beyond repairable. She might leave the days behind where she mourned for her daughter, now she is here. But not Levi’s. And yes, Levi knows that he did things to her which he committed not to do her and he is broken. Reader may pretend in front of Violet that everything’s fine between her and her husband but seeing him will actually remind her those days. Eventually, distancing herself from him. The reader will be still weary around Levi. Levi will be really hurt. At this point where two of them are standing on the bridge, both of them are at the start and the end points. Levi wanting to cross the bridge to get her, she walks backwards. She will want to keep the marriage between them but not wanting to go back the way she and Levi were. And imagine, few years later where the family, along with the Survey Corps, rescued Eren. She got shot while saving Sasha in the airship. How distraught Levi and Violet will be. Violet punching Eren before Levi, blaming him for her mother’s death.

Levi watching the reader around the house and Violet, wanting to touch her and hug her. But the doors of her heart have been closed. He observes her from the distance. His two beautiful girls, one that he can cradle but not the other one because of the damage inflicted. The woman he fell in love with is just a shell of herself. He would be able to touch her only when she is sick. Otherwise, he doesn’t because the chance that he gets will be immediately snatched if he crosses her boundaries.

When Levi told her that he wondered that she even loved her daughter, that hurts. Because my mother tells me every time, a mother’s chest can’t be filled anymore when they loose their child. And, I felt that.

And even, when Violet sets a date for their parents, the reader may pretend that she overcame. But alone with Levi, she will drift apart from him. When he wants to lace his fingers with her, she will move away her hands. That will actually make Levi realize that it’s too late.

Okay I’m sorry if these ideas are something you don’t appreciate. I get it, it’s your fic. I don’t have any right.

I really liked the Drabble where Kenny meets Violet. I really liked their dynamic and I wish to see more of them. ( Levi tells Violet that Kenny is the one of who raised him and he is his uncle)

The way you write this one shot, you really made my cry and feel love. Because your writings are poetic and it exactly hits on point.

Keep writing Nela! Don’t give up!

Please forgive me if these ideas bother you

SAN!!!

I’m aware this has been dozing off in my mail box for a while. 🫠

I’m so sorry for what happened to your cousin; the miscarriage, his behavior, the sharp words and the separation. I hope she’s doing better now.

Not at all, your ideas doesn’t bother me. They are welcome indeed. I’m glad you like the Kenny Drabble, I had so much fun scaring the shit out of him, and I did had a hard time writing him, trying not to make him too ooc. Thank you for your kind words 🥹🥹🥹🥹 I try my best to convey my feelings through my writing. this is the only way I can heal and vent out since I’m not good at voicing them. Whenever I attempt to talk about my feelings I end up crying; at least by writing I cry on my own.

Your message motivates me to keep doing this. I had never stuck to a hobby like this. 🥺🥹

And…..

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE STORM OF IDEAS. They were a huge source of inspiration for the last fic I posted about them. ❤️

But, rn they need a bit of fluff in their life, don’t they? 😉

Levi wearing a wreath of flowers in his hair is coming next 🥰

(He’s scowling at me now)

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[nelapanela94]

ahhh nela!! your levi journal covers are so cute!!

Hi Cha!

Thank you!! ❤️

I love it so much I'm afraid to use it and ruin it 🥲😭

I also added this. The motivation I need every day!

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[nelapanela94]

Nela!

I wanna see a snippet of Wandering Star for the WIP ask game!

Hi Andrea!!!!

OKOKOKOKOK

Well, I haven't touched this document in months, but here's the most decent bites I have so far.

To get you in context, this story is told by 4 different narrators, each voice set in different times, in different places, but they all somehow, directly or not, impact in reader's life.

Alice Journal

At home I always felt inhibited. Good girls keep their opinions to themselves, Alice. My mother always reminds me. Smile, comply, don’t make them angry. I felt that women, just for being women, are not entitled to develop a personality. Without personality, making any decision is sheer torture. From choosing a dress, to figuring out what to do with the next forty years of your life.

Even though I give her fashion tips, Mom only wears what Dad endorses.

...

Last night at dinner, I tried to convince father that I am not meant for marriage and motherhood, and marriage and motherhood are not meant for me. My suitor’s male chauvinism is only a reason in the long list. I want to pursue my studies in fashion design and live a nomad life with Albert. Albert. I caught Albert smiling at me from the other side of the table. Yet, there was no possibility in changing father’s mind.

....

Today, I had been wandering in the leafless shrubbery before the five bells erupted. The nippy air lacerated my cheeks, the cold penetrated to my bones. I could see the condensation of my breaths painting clouds before me. My tears had frosted, and my eyelashes grew ponderous. But that did not matter. Such was my despair at that moment that I would have preferred the winter’s icy breath to freeze me to death. I needed to get away from that cursed household. From Mom. From Dad. From Victor. I desired to go far away and never to come back.

But then, my name in a shout stopped me. I closed my eyes and turned around, and when I opened them, there he was. His curls, that during the day are gilded by the sun, had turned silver under the glow of the full moon.

He approached me, proffered me his hand, and without hesitation, I accepted it.

Angel (tw: explicit depictions of violence)

Mariano jerked from his chair, grabbed Angel by the head and slammed his face to the table. In the boy’s eyes, the world went dark, and he floundered, trying to claw at the table to stand, but the bald man didn’t grant him time, and again, pushed his head down harder. Angel teeth sank through his bottom lip, and the iron taste exploded in his mouth. The murmur of the diners' conversations became thicker, mingling with a distant beeping sound. No one flinched. Mariano leaned closer to Angel and brushed his pricking beard against the boy’s mangled cheek. Angel closed his eyes, numbing to the scourging pain. Mariano brought his lips to Angel’s ear and kissed before taking his leave. The man behind the bar continued to dry the glasses.

Angel managed to pull himself up. The hot pain swelled in his face in throbbing echoes. He was breathing hard, trembling, trying to keep his lunch down in his stomach. He gazed down. In a long string, crimson drooled from his mouth to the floor. Dull red spread across his shirt. He cupped a hand under his chin to collect the mix of blood and slobber and look around, glad that everyone else was minding their own business. The tip of his tongue darted around his swollen mouth and winced at the sting when it flicked over the punctured flesh.

Men don’t cry.

The floor tilted under his boots as he lumbered to the door. Nobody stopped him. He followed his path through the dirt streets and strayed down a dead-end where the light didn't stretch. Resting against the wall, he cocked his head back and felt the thick, runny stuff sinking down his throat.

Current timeline

Y/N (tw: mentions of sexual assault)

The radiance of the flame enkindled your cheeks. Your skirts wicked up the dew; the ground, a nest of brambles lanced the soles of your feet, but you didn’t stop; you couldn’t. The crunching sound ceased, and the coolness of the stone placated the prickles of pain. The thorns of the bushes dug deeper into your skin with each step. Darkness and moist and musk welcomed you in their snaky, vinelike arms. The reckless thuds of your heartbeat echoed through the main aisle, banging your eardrums. The torch light flickered, casting dancing shadows on the musty walls. Rows of barrels flanked your way, the smell of oak dank in the air.  

Someone had left open the metal gate that sheltered the produce of the best harvests. The finest, most aged, most expensive wines.  

You careened to the right at the end of the hallway and descended the stairs two by two. The labyrinth unfurled. A labyrinth that you knew like the back of your hand.

The tears had drained away, and a smudge of black blotched your cheeks. Gasping, you leaned against the wall, squeezed shut your eyes, and those long-lost images flashed back in your mind: your mother, unbridled rage bursting in her eyes; your father forcing himself into her; a piece of lip hanging, blood smeared down a chin; Max’s solemn gaze, those two bastards ragging your clothes, and Jakob, Jakob or Levi.

Damn it!

Streams of blurry memories split, twist, and weave, sneaking through your head and scraping like a tiger’s tongue any smidge of sanity.  

Glinting orange flakes shed of the crackling tallow end as the stick plummeted to the floor. The glow dimmed; the fuzzy gleam skimmed over the reddish-brown splotch.

“Why did you come back? Why?!!!” You shrieked, smacking your head with the heels of your hands.

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For the last narrator I haven't put any idea together 🙃

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