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[levi-my-beloved]

The Ackerbond Chapter 6: The Ackerbond Divides

Pairing: Canon!Levi x F!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, honestly might just leave that as is but uh yeah SMUT, couples fighting™️, honestly I wrote so much of this so long ago I don't remember but like violence and stuff I'm pretty sure,

A/N: i have nothing but apologies to offer and maybe some updates like I graduated... yaaaaaaay....... that and I've been obsessed with a promiscuous pansexual vampire twink since august iykyk

oh also also, sorry for the millions of mistakes that this is likely riddled with <3

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Annie Leonhart. That was her name. One of the 104th cadets who chose the Military Police. That was the girl who ripped your family away from you. Just one girl. Fuck’s sake. You’d barely had time to recover after losing your family. But whilst the devil works hard, Erwin Smith works harder, already having an idea as to who the Titan was, and also a plan as to how to capture her.

And it had almost worked without consequence. Almost. But Annie was smarter than you all realised, and transformed before Armin could convince her underground. You’d been ordered to stay out of combat, by both Erwin and Levi. But so many were dying… so many were getting between the Scouts and their target that you didn’t have a choice. You didn’t do much, just scoop civilians out of the way, as many as you could. Though your body now screamed at you for it. 

Worth it. 

You stood before your enemy’s crystal. How could she look so peaceful after what she did? After the thousands she murdered. How could she look so damn content? You grit your teeth, molars grinding against molars. So much had happened as a result of the conflict.

Like a fucking Titan in the wall. You’d all seen it before Pastor Nick came running up. What the hell that sleazy holy man had been keeping from you, you were sure Hange could get it out of him. They were good at that sort of thing. 

Light footsteps echoed in the cellar. Not that you needed footsteps to tell when he was nearing you. You knew from the feeling alone. There was a tangible moment of silence before either of you spoke.

“I know.”

Levi quirked a brow, stepping up beside you. Unlike you, he wasn’t in uniform. The damage to his leg was worse than any of you realised, and he’d too been ordered to recover. “I didn’t even say anything.” 

A gentle scoff flew from your lips, your eyes sliding from Annie to Levi. “You didn’t need to. I could tell by your vibes.” 

It was Levi’s turn to laugh slightly, his arm wrapping around your side, keeping you near him. He knew what you were thinking. Could hear your thoughts from the other side of the damn city. You had yet to test the range of the bond, but it was nice to know it was further than just the barracks or however far away you were on the 57th. Staying silent, he waited for you to continue. 

“She took everything, and she just gets to sleep. How is that fair…?” You asked quietly, fighting tooth and nail to keep your brewing tears from sliding down your face. “And we’re left with more questions than answers even after capturing the bitch. We got nothing out of this. And Eld, he…” you trailed off, not quite able to voice the fact that his death was fruitless. All of theirs were. Petra, Gunther, Oluo… they all died for nothing. 

“No. He didn’t,” Levi tilted your head to face him with a finger beneath your chin, “we give their deaths meaning. You know that’s why we fight.” It was a conversation you’d had many times before, and even before you two were together. When caught up in the seemingly endless parade of grief, he would pull you out and give you something to fight for. 

“Yeah. I know…” was all you could say, looking back to the blonde. But Levi wasn’t having any of it, once again turning your head back to face him. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop a smile from pulling at your lips. Always so persistent. “I’ll try to stop thinking about it, okay?” You bargained, earning yourself a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“Good. I’ll know if you don’t.” 

“How much time do you spend in my head?”

“Pretty much all of it.”

You couldn’t even be mad. You knew his own was just as haunted as yours. Maybe you would find equal solace in his mind as he did in yours. It was worth a shot. Not now, not yet, but sometime. 

Having not even noticed he’d led you away and back up the stairs, you were snapped out of your dark reverie by Hange approaching and looking uncharacteristically grim. 

“No luck?” you asked before they’d even spoken. Shaking their head, Hange sighed heavily. They looked more exhausted than you’d ever seen them, even after all-nighter Titan experiments they didn’t look this rough. 

“Not a damn thing. We’ve sent various messengers to outposts within Wall Rose territory. ” You hoped that meant Nanaba would be prepared. You hadn’t even had the chance to say goodbye before she rode off with the 104th. You guessed it made sense to keep them all separated just in case but you couldn’t help but curse the circumstances.

Fuck this week. 

It had been mere hours since the messenger came through, screaming about how Titans had somehow breached another fucking wall, and you could all only assume the Colossal or Armoured would have been the ones to do it. This was too much of a coincidence. You capture the Female, and all of a sudden there’s another breach? They had to be related. 

“Did Annie have any close friends within the 104th? Like, people she would often hang out with…?” you asked slowly, only now making the connection. And it seemed Hange was on the same wavelength. 

“I’ve already asked for a background check on her, should be with me within the next few days.” 

“Oh yeah, Erwin’s theory. If the Colossal and Armoured Titans are shifters too, it makes sense they would also be in the 104th.” Levi murmured, watching the exchange between you and Hange with something you knew was slight awe. Your brain had always been fast, but watching it paired with Hange’s was a spectacle to witness. It had him wondering just how many people you could silently communicate with.

–Just you. Don’t get jealous again.–

–The fact you can have a conversation out loud and also have one in your head simultaneously is fucking terrifying.–

He heard your snort in his mind, still watching you talk with Hange.

–It’s a gift.–

“So what can we do?” You asked Hange, trying not to send a smirk Levi’s way. It didn’t matter, he could feel your amusement anyway.

“We’re heading to Ehrmich District, Pastor Nick’s coming too and we’re taking Eren, Armin, and Mikasa with us.” They explained. You hadn’t really interacted with Armin or Mikasa all that much, but you knew the girl was an Ackerman. It could be a good opportunity to see if she had any insight into your situation with Levi, or if she feels something similar toward Eren. It was obvious enough she’d completely fallen in love with the boy, and since she shared a last name with Levi, maybe there was something there too?

Honestly, you were speculating.

–Don’t expect much from her. She wants me dead.–

–You beat the shit out of the man she loves, you’d be the same if someone kicked my tooth out.–

–...Understandable.–

“And you want us to come with you? Why?” you asked, once again refraining from looking at the man to your left. Which, you’d recently discovered, was almost impossible.

“Babysitting duty!” they informed you, way too cheerily. “I’ll be taking a group to look for the breach and since you're both off active duty for now, I thought it could be a cute couple’s activity to keep an eye on our Pastor.” 

You have never wanted to die more in your life than in this very moment. Were they fucking serious? Babysitting?

“I hate you–”

“So fucking much.” Levi finished, and you both looked at each other, knowing you just made it one thousand times worse by finishing each other’s sentence.

“See? You’re like a married couple already! Plus it’s Erwin’s orders so you can’t back out.” They clapped their hands together excitedly, looking between you as if they were witnessing a proposal. You were surprised how they could be so ecstatic considering the last few days, but Hange was always good at masking grief with insanity. You were glad you knew them so well.

“When are we heading out?” you asked, your voice completely monotone. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you knew you weren’t capable of just sitting and waiting to hear news. You knew Hange had done this for you because though the two of you were completely different, you had your similarities.

Like being unable to stay out of battle, for example. 

As for Levi, he was more sensible than the two of you combined. You knew he wasn’t being dragged along for your benefit alone, but you still appreciated it. Not that he would have stayed somewhere without you. Not yet anyway. The idea of being alone so soon just… he couldn’t.

“Sundown,” they confirmed, running a hand through their hair. “I have a few things to get done before then, but that should give me just enough time.” 

You placed a hand on your hip, clearly about to be here talking for longer than you were expecting to. “Oh? Like what?”

“I have a few tests to run,” you narrowed your eyes at them. “No! No, not on Eren, he’s still exhausted. On something else actually. I have a theory about that Titan crystal that I want to confirm before we leave.”

You nodded thoughtfully. There had been way too many firsts recently. The discovery of a possible four shifters within the 104th cadet corps, Titans in the walls, and now another fucking breach. And you had a terrible feeling this was just the beginning.

–I know.–

As per usual, Levi’s voice brought you no small degree of comfort. This time, you didn’t refrain from looking at him, a soft, grateful smile pulling at your lips. How any single person could be so fucking perfect, you would never know.

–Stop.–

–Hmm. Make me.–

–You’re ridiculous.–

–You’re hot.–

The next look Levi sent you was nothing short of withering as if he’d already grown tired of your bullshit. Which seemed impossible. He loved your bullshit!

–No, I really don’t.–

–Wait… really?– You asked, with a hint of genuine concern. 

Levi paused for a moment. Were you actually worried, or were you just trying to get him to admit that he actually did enjoy your bullshit? 

–...maybe sometimes.–

–HA! Knew it!– you responded, far too smugly for his liking. He suppressed the urge to sweep your leg. If only his own wasn’t badly injured…

“So, how does all of this work?”

You both snapped back to look at Hange, who you’d completely forgotten was there. It wasn’t the first time you’d been so caught up in your little mental conversation that you forgot about the verbal ones, but this was on a whole other level. Hange was right there, and you’d both just ignored them in favour of having your own private little chat.

“What uh– like uh, how does uhm– like– what do you, like, mean?”

–That was possibly one of the greatest butt-fumbles of a question you’ve ever asked.–

–Did you just say butt-fumble?!–

–Concentrate. Hange’s answering.–

–Oh shi- – 

“Well, everyone and their mother, dead or alive, can tell that there’s something deeper here. Deeper than your average cute lil’ relationship, I mean.”

“I will cut you and it will hurt.” 

It took you a minute to figure out who’d said that between you and Levi, having had the exact same thought.

Or was that a thought of his? It was getting hard to tell now. 

“Come on now Levi, ever since we caught your two cuddling on the floor–”

“I was bleeding out!” You protested with indignance. Honestly, Nanaba and Nifa had not stopped talking about that. You almost fucking died!

“An insignificant detail. But a few things have been running through my mind, the first being how could you,” they pointed to Levi, who looked ready to commit arson, “have possibly known she had blown her stitches?”

“I’m right fucking here…” you muttered, causing Levi to snort in your head.

“There was no way she could have told you, and nobody had entered her room since you had to kick the door in. Not only this but there was that day in the field too! We were mid-conversation and you just suddenly took off! Next thing I hear you’d managed to save her life,”

“I’m still right fucking here.” 

“So, how does this all work? Because you can’t be human with the things you’re able to do–”

“What?”

“–and he always manages to save your ass even when he didn’t know it needed saving five seconds beforehand!”

The air around you fell completely silent. You didn’t even begin to question how Hange had managed to work this much out already, because of course they did. This shouldn’t have come as such a surprise if you were being honest, and yet here you were, stunned into silence. 

Levi too found himself mentally floundering for a logical explanation. Because how the fuck would he explain how the bond between you worked when he himself barely knew. He could feel your pain, your pleasure, your emotions. He could see glimpses into a future where, had he failed, you died. Not to mention the fact you could both access a shared space within your combined souls where you couldn’t feel each other and that space could be morphed and crafted into anything. It could be a little cabin for just the two of you, or a giant open field with a lake like it was the first time. But no matter where you were, that glowing tree of pure light was always there. Always.

“What’s your theory?”

Levi turned to you, wide-eyed. Was this it? Were you about to tell them everything? How the bond worked, how it started, and how it’s going now?

Hange’s eyes glinted with newfound enthusiasm. You’d made it into a little game, and they’d picked up on it. It was obvious enough that something was going on between you and Levi, and they had so far guessed right, that this something wasn’t just surface level, and ran so much deeper than anybody could see. 

–Are you out of your fucking mind?–

You almost laughed aloud at the panic in Levi’s voice.

–Just trust me, okay?–

–If Four-eyes ends up running experiments on me, I will never forgive you–

Mischief radiated from the part of his soul that was occupied by you, and he grit his teeth. Fuck’s sake.

“My theory? Well, I haven’t had the time to properly work anything out, but I think Shorty here can do more than he lets on, but of course, you already know that, don’t you?” 

You held up your hands in innocence. “I’m not saying anything until I hear what you think is going on,” you countered, rather enjoying this new game you’d started, even if you knew it stressed the fuck out of your little soulbond. He would be totally fine… no real harm could come from Hange knowing a little more about your relationship. 

You were almost certain.

“Okay so what if, we know Levi has more than human abilities when it comes to fighting, so what if he had more than human abilities when it comes to love? What if his fighting skill wasn’t the only thing he excelled at. What if communication was something he could do on an insane level too?”

“That's ridiculous–”

“I’m listening…”

These synchronised responses were a tad suspicious, you would admit. And yet it only seemed to further Hange’s excitement in the two of you.

“Okay so! What if, hear me out, he could communicate with you, on like, another level…?”

–How crazy would that be?– Well that made it borderline impossible not to snort in Hange’s face.

–Levi…?–

–Mm?–

–Not helpful.–

“Like, how do you mean?” You were more than happy to bite. More than happy to entertain this with the slightest hint of sarcasm, hoping that would throw them slightly. Conversational politics, something you’d learned from Erwin many years ago. And though you still stand by the fact you weren’t brave enough for politics, it was still nice to use all that he’d taught you when he was your captain.

“So, and bear with me here, what if he could somehow communicate with you without anyone else hearing. Like, in your head or something?”

Your eyes widened slightly. Oh fuck, they really did have a lot figured out, didn’t they? You stared at them for a moment, both hearing and feeling Levi freak the fuck out. This wasn’t exactly how you were expecting this conversation to go…

“Hange…?

They looked at you like a puppy faced with a bone. “Yeah?”

You paused.

“That’s fucking ridiculous.” You flatlined, before subtly kicking Levi’s foot and walking away without another word. It wasn’t that you enjoyed watching the misplaced hype fade from their eyes, but when it came to something so secret and special as the bond between you and your soulmate, you didn’t mind letting them down a few times. 

Levi followed you, and if he didn’t love you so damn much, he probably would have killed you for pulling a stunt like that. But there was something about the confident way you walked, the slight swing in your hips like you knew he was watching you. 

–Of course I know… and we have a few hours before Hange wants us on that cart…– he knew that tone in your voice. That slightly sultry cadence drove him batshit crazy and worst of all, you knew it drove him insane.

–...What did you have in mind?–

Levi’s back hit the door to his office with a solid thud, the sound of the sliding lock securing his arousal as you pinned his arms above his head with your threaded fingers. If his mouth was free, he would have whimpered along with the shot of heat running through his spine. But with your tongue thrust down his throat, he could only manage a choked squeak of approval. He fucking loved it when you were bold like this. When you took control. When you slammed him against the wall and made him forget his own damn name. 

Combined moans danced with each other when you forced your leg between his thighs, applying delicious pressure to the borderline painful strain against the front of his slacks. You were rabid, vicious, desperate with your other hand, ripping his jacket from his shoulders. Your mouth travelled from his tongue to his jaw, setting his voice free from the confines of his throat, breathy gasps flying from parted lips. You nipped and bit with tongue and teeth, sharply pinching down the side of his neck, a particularly sensitive weakness. 

“Sh-shit, someone’s ea-AH! Fuck! Eager,” you interrupted him with a bite to the spot just behind his ear. That paired with the bold grasp of his clothed cock after tearing his jacket off sent his brain short circuiting. 

You didn’t know where this sudden craving for his body came from. Sure, you always wanted to fuck him, you didn’t think there was a minute in a day where you couldn’t happily discard your clothes for him if he asked, but where this specific craving came from, you weren’t entirely sure. You just had the sudden urge to shove his dick in your mouth.

“Fuck, you can’t think shit like that… n-not when-ngh, not when I can-n still hear it.” You stifled your heated chuckle by sucking a bruise into the side of his neck, groaning along with him when your cunt throbbed. You hadn’t even thought about the idea of pleasuring yourself purely by pleasuring him, but now that seed had been planted in your head, you were definitely going to abuse the power the moment the chance arose. 

“Keep your hands up,” you instructed, threading your fingers out from his grasp. To your surprise, he actually obeyed for once, his palms now flat against the door behind him as you tore his shirt out from where he’d tucked it into his pants. You didn’t even bother to undo the buttons, just shoved it up his stomach until you had access to his peaked nipples, flicking and pinching until he cried out and your eyes rolled, once again latching onto his neck. 

Levi knew you’d left a mark he wouldn’t be able to cover up easily, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care right now. Now when all he could do was rake his nails down the wood behind him as you started to travel down his chest, skipping his covered collarbones. A small mercy, but a mercy nonetheless. 

Now you had the freedom to, you couldn’t count how many purple blossoms you’d suckled into pecs, crescent bite marks flushing pink against his pale skin, pebbled nipples now sensitive and raw. You popped one into your mouth, gripping his waist with one hand when you felt his crowing pleasure as your own. It was impossible to stem the constant thrumming of your clit when the tip of his cock kept rubbing against the front of his seam. Levi bucked his hips impatiently as you slowed down the pace of your actions, licking a hard line from his naval up to the centre of his chest. Having to hold his shirt up was getting frustrating, restricting the use of both your hands. You’d almost abandoned his chest completely, before a wicked idea sprouted in your mind.

Levi could feel it, the sudden spark of mischief in your heart, and before he could even truly decipher what it was you had planned, you stood back up and shoved the bottom of his shirt between his teeth, gagging his keening moans. You took a small step back, just to admire his appearance. Flushed all over, painted black and blue by your teeth, rosy pink dusting his cheeks and sweat dripping down the side of his pinched brows. A new painting, you thought to yourself.

–Come. On–

You grinned. Even in your head he sounded as desperate as he looked. Though you could feel it too, the tightening coil of arousal. But toying with him has become one of your favourite pastimes. “I’m just admiring the view, you look fucking delicious ‘Vi.”

Despite his current situation, he still managed to roll his eyes. –I’m not above getting myself off if you don’t hurry up–

Oh. Oh that was a mistake. He knew the moment your eyes lit up and his cock throbbed as an echo of your own pussy. 

You stepped back up to him, keeping searing eye contact as your fingers deftly unhooked his belt and slowly pulled down the front of his zipper. “Yeah? Show me then.” 

There was nothing he could do against the dare in your voice, and especially not as you reached into his briefs, pulling out his desperately soaking cock. He watched you bite your cheek at the first brush of your hand, your lips parting as you couldn’t help but pump him slightly, too lost in your own growing pleasure. 

Levi arched his back off the door behind him and into your loose fist, forgetting all about your little challenge when your thumb circled his head, your cheek falling against his shoulder. It was all he could do to remember to breathe through the now sodden shirt clamped between his teeth, ragged gasps fueling your movements. 

His voice cracked as you squeezed the base of his shaft, eyes screwed closed and hands balling tight. 

“Not yet…” you panted against his neck, before setting him free completely and walking backwards until your thighs hit the desk behind you. From here, you removed your own belt, pulling down your pants and underwear in one motion. Levi didn’t know what you had planned, but his eyes instantly honed in on your soaking cunt the moment you hopped up onto the desk and spread yourself for him. 

“I want you to watch my pussy throb around nothing as you fuck yourself with your fist. And before you ask, no I won’t be touching myself.”

Levi almost came there and then. That had to have been the single hottest thing you’d ever said to him. Though the idea was cruel, the tip of his cock leaked at the idea. 

–Fuck… you’re serious?–

“Completely.”

–Do I have to keep this fucking thing in my mouth?–

“You want me to find something else to gag you with?” The idea of stuffing your underwear in his mouth did spring to mind, but it was too much of a hassle to take your boots off. Plus, it was so much hotter this way, you got to see the extent of what your previous administrations did to his chest.

–Shit, okay… can I use both hands?–

“Nope. Just one.”

–Fuck you’re cruel today–

“You gonna keep me waiting?”

With a huff of indignance, Levi left one of his hands to claw at the wood behind him, the other coming down to clasp his aching cock. You both moaned in unison, every stroke down his shaft feeling like he was inside you, your walls fluttering against nothing. 

You’d instructed him to watch your cunt, something he thought he could do with ease, but when he grasped his dripping head and swirled his thumb around his tip, he fought tooth and nail against the instinct to throw his head back. 

You, on the other hand, did no such thing. “Fuck ‘Vi… like that. Oh shit, feels… fuck that feels good,” you breathed, feeling your clit pulse with a phantom touch. You still had every intention of sucking him off, but for now you just wanted to feel, content to keen and writhe as you relished every languid pump of his cock.

Every instinct was screaming at him to cross the room and bury himself deep inside your walls, seeing you so wet and ready for him. But he would be good today. This was something new that neither of you had thought of before, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying it more than he thought he would. He watched you gush, your hips lifting off the desk as his hand applied pressure, sparking another cracked moan from his barred lips. 

Before, the idea of getting himself off was never really appealing. It was only since this had started did he actively enjoy it, most likely because he knew you were feeling good too. So, with newfound courage, Levi ran his thumb down the vein on the underside of his shaft, crying out with the sharp spike of euphoria in his blood. 

You obviously weren’t unaffected. “Yes! Fuh–ahaah! Fuck…! Ag-again!” 

He was yours to command, and so complied with your wish, once again thumbing down the sensitive vein. A sob wracked from his chest, bringing your back to reality.

–Please! I… I can’t fucking- NGH! Please…!– 

“Y-you want my f-ah! Want my fingers?” you asked, throwing your previous promise of not touching yourself out the window. 

Levi’s hair bounced with a vigorous nod, only now craving that toe-curling sensation he felt when you hit that particularly sensitive spot inside you. 

You made a show of sucking on your fingers, eyes still rolling as he continued to pleasure you both, before slowly pushing them through your folds. Levi’s gasp blended into a high pitched sob as you teased your own cunt. He’d actually been the one to help you find your g-spot, instructing you through heavy lashes until he too was keening. You could find it without much effort now, and when you finally pushed against it, Levi let his shirt fall.

“NGHA-HAAH! Shit! Oh fuck fuck FUCK!” You didn’t say anything when the back of his head hit the door, eyes screwed shut again as he desperately bucked his hips into his fist, picturing your pussy sucking him in. Neither of you had had the time to explore where in him you could tease until he went cross eyed, finding the same result this way. But he knew you wanted to, and deep down, he knew he wanted to too. Nothing had ever felt this good. 

Goosebumps started to prickle your skin as you curled your fingers, his wanton cries an orchestra to your performance. Though this wasn’t exactly what you had in mind when you’d provoked him earlier, this was so much better. The room became a symphony of ecstasy, neither of you able to voice anything other than pure, unadulterated pleasure. 

You stilled your fingers at the same moment Levi stilled his hand, looking at each other with nothing but burning desire, both of you heaving for oxygen.

“You let the shirt fall…” you rasped, voice slightly raw. Levi opened his mouth to reply, but just at that moment you curled your fingers inside yourself again, sending him back into a stuttering, moaning mess.

“I– ah-haah! W-wasn’t my fault!” It wasn’t the attitudinal retort he wanted to have, but that seemed impossible when you were still inadvertently fucking him. 

Sliding your fingers from your cunt, you both sighed slightly at the loss, before you finally took the time to remove your boots, pulling your pants and underwear off completely. 

Levi stood still against the door, catching his breath for a moment. Neither of you had come yet, likely making this the longest you have lasted in each other’s presence. Hopping off the desk, Levi watched as your hips swing with each step towards him, and when you held out your hand, he willingly took your wrist, lapping up your tacky slick from your fingers. 

You removed them from his tongue’s reach, replacing them with your own mouth as you kissed him hard. You felt him shiver as you once again grasped his cock, your eyes fluttering as you finally sank to your knees before him. He could barely stand to look at you, all of a sudden so submissive before him, and the moment you wrapped your lips around his tip, vibrations caressing his head from your own moaning, his head once again hit the door. 

“Fuuuuuck… like that… just l-like that, shit…!” your tongue caressed his frenulum, hand twisting and pumping around what couldn’t fit in your mouth. Your eyes closed as your highs approached, having kept them from another for far too long. Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked against his tip hard, drawing a staggered whimper from his chest. “C-cum!! Gonna cum, fuck! G…gah-ah! Gonna fucking cum…!” 

Your nails dug crescents into the milky skin of his waist, knowing the maintenance of your movements will bring you both crashing over the edge. And the moment Levi’s hands threaded through your hair and his hips bucked bruisingly into your mouth, you cried out around his cock as your high hit you, his spilling cum hitting the back of your throat.

Having lost control of his body, Levi’s back bowed in a steep arch, barely able to intake a gasp of breath before pure euphoria injected into his veins, balls tightening before releasing down your throat in sharp spikes of ecstasy. He vaguely registered you too hitting your high, the slight pain from your nails only heightening his pleasure. A long, pitched wail flew past his lips, thighs shaking as he fought to stay on his feet, his muscles having turned to liquid honey.

Caught up in the throes of your orgasm, your nose brushed the coarse hairs on his shuddering naval, having fallen forward without much care for his cock shoving further down your throat. Levi hissed as you whined around his overly-sensitive member, still twitching in the confines of your mouth, before gently moving your head back, setting you both free. 

You chuckled softly, resting your forehead against his thigh as you both basked in the afterglow, taking a moment to catch your breaths, your thumb smoothing over the red marks you’d left around his waist, shivering slightly as you felt them burn into your own skin. 

“Where… the hell… did that come from?” Levi breathed, his fingers curling through your hair, gently massaging against your scalp. Sex between you two was good. He was never going to deny that. The whole feeling each other thing was fucking incredible, but there was something about you ordering him to watch you cunt and get off to it that almost made him harden again. 

“Not too sure to be honest… but I wanna experiment a bit with it…”

“Tch, you sound like Hange.” 

The breath of your laughter huffed against his thigh, and it was only now did he realise that there really wasn’t a lot of mess to clean up, since he’d finished down your throat. The only real mess there was currently dripped from between your thighs, and it took all the power in his blood not to drop to the floor and clean you with his tongue.

“Wish we had the time…” you responded to the thought, shakily rising to your feet, your legs feeling weak both from kneeling and cumming your brains out. Levi thread his hands through his hair, sighing in blissful relief, only opening his eyes when he felt your thumb against the tender spot on the side of his neck, testing the bruise he knew you were looking at.

“Is it bad?”

“Uhm…” your voice was too pitched for his liking, eyes narrowing at your sheepish expression. “It’s… you have any scarfs…?” 

Levi sighed heavily. He couldn’t be mad, not when every high you gave him was better than the previous one, but he did start to question your motives.

“I am not being possessive! I just get carried away sometimes, we both know that.” You pouted, pushing off him and crossing the room back towards your clothes. He wasn’t letting you get away with this though, not so easily. Stuffing himself back into his briefs and zipping up his slacks, Levi couldn’t be bothered to tuck his shirt back in before reaching you in two broad strides, wrapping his arms around your half naked waist and sucking a deep, biting bruise into the exact same spot on your own neck, making a twin to the now fading one on the other side. 

You instantly melted into his touch, gasping lightly as you felt his teeth sink into your skin. A drunk smile pulled at your lips, your brain hazing for a moment, before he stopped suckling and pressed another, lighter kiss against your jaw. 

“There. Now we’re even.”

“Not nearly, I still have this one.” you didn’t sound as put together as you would have liked, but the mere thought seemed impossible when you could feel him smiling against your neck. 

It hit you like a punch from a Titan there and then. A singular thought that could ruin hundreds of moments. They wouldn’t get this. None of them would. They would never be able to experience something like this again. Why was it so right that you did? Grief constricted your breathing to the point where you pulled away from him, wordlessly tugging your clothes back on.

And of course, Levi knew what had happened. Knew exactly what you were thinking. He could hear it loud and clear in his own head. With everything that had happened lately, you hadn’t had the time to process your sorrow. Over the last two or three days, Levi had found himself awoken by your presence trying to make a home in his mind, terrified of your own. You didn’t want to be there, still tormented by guilt and hollowed sorrow. 

“Sorry…” you mumbled, running an exhausted hand through your slightly sweaty hair. “Ruined it, right?” you couldn’t help offering him a melancholy and sheepish smile, now feeling guilty for ruining what was a really nice moment between the two of you. Though the mask dropped when you felt a phantom warmth descend around you. Levi knew you didn’t always like to be physically comforted, but he could still give you the feeling without touching you.

“Never.” he responded gently, reaching his hand out slightly apprehensively, waiting to see if you would shy away or accept the offer. And to his relief, you pressed your arm into his open hand, letting him guide you into his embrace. He knew this had been particularly tough on you. Though his squad was his family too, he still had Hange and Erwin. But you’d never bonded with them as much as you had with your departed friends. They were your family, he knew that. “You’re okay.”

You wanted to nod, but you couldn’t lie to him. You weren’t, but you had to be. You didn’t have a choice right now. These brief moments of weakness were all you were permitting yourself. Anything more and you would take it too far, losing control of your emotions and slipping back into that state Levi had to drag you out from. You wouldn’t put him through that again. It wasn’t fair. 

“I just, I miss them so fucking much.” The tears you shed now weren’t ones of pleasure, but of pain. Of mourning the loss of time to mourn your family properly. He knew. Of course he knew. He would always know. But there was something so heartbreaking about hearing you admit it out loud.  

“It’s bad today, isn’t it?” He asked, softly placing his head atop your own in a successful attempt to bring you comfort, if the way you buried your face into his bruised neck was anything to judge by. 

–Yeah–

You were too afraid your voice would crack if you said anything out loud anymore, wanting more than anything to sink into his skin and disappear from the world, to let his half of your soul consume you and keep you. It hurt to breathe, knowing that they would never breathe again. It hurt to smile and laugh. It hurt to love as deeply as you do now. 

–I know, I know– 

Levi’s voice filled your head, fighting back those thoughts of your undeserved survival. You didn’t think you’d need to hear the reasons to fight again so soon after he uttered them not so long ago, but he was right. It was bad today. Maybe that was why you had him against the door like that, but the idea of using him as a distraction was even worse.

–You know that doesn’t matter to me–

Yes, you knew, but it didn’t help. Letting yourself feel would help, but you didn’t have the time. Neither of you did. And with the news of the recent breach… you didn’t know when you would have the time. And with your injuries, you couldn’t keep yourself busy. You couldn’t ride out with your comrades in this state. You were fucking useless. She was right, this whole time. You’d let your family die, you’re too weak to fight. You hadn’t thought about her in a while, but your grandmother was right. 

“Enough.”

All thoughts in your head ceased. 

Levi used a tone that he knew would get you to shut up, a tone he knew would grind your spiral to a complete halt. Because though it was soft, it was stony. It was a command from your Captain and an order from your bond. 

“Shit… yeah, sorry.” you drew in a slow, deep breath, feeling Levi assist to calm your accelerating heartbeat. When the time would come, you weren’t sure, but you were sure that it wasn’t now. You would get to mourn them, just not yet. 

Drawing you from his chest, Levi cupped your face with both hands, smoothing away the remains of tears beneath your eyes and down your cheeks with his thumbs. “Alright?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay. Thanks,” you reassured, though your lover didn’t look convinced. 

“You have to let yourself be happy…” 

“Damn, and that’s coming from you.” 

Though it was a low blow, Levi was just relieved you were back to your old self somewhat. Under any other circumstance, he would have at least attempted to hide his soft smile, would have tried to feign irritation. But he couldn’t find it in himself. “Oi, I’m trying, okay?” 

Maybe he could feign a little irritation. Just a little.

You huffed a light chuckle, placing one of your palms atop his scarred knuckles. “Guess we both have to try a little harder.” Pressing your lips to his, you sealed the promise, nothing but love now radiating from your mind. It settled his heart, a kiss of a different passion. No heat, just purity. 

Fuck did he love you. And he would tell you one day, with his words, not just his thoughts.

“There’s no rush.” He felt you were unable to say that with complete honesty. There was always the constant pressure of time breathing down your necks. The unforeseeable future where one of you, or maybe even both of you, may be dead without ever getting to hear those words. 

Like pulling a thread, Levi chased a memory he’d all but forgotten until now. “Do. Not. Lose. Her.”

“Who told you that?” You asked, quirking an intrigued brow. 

“Honestly? Not sure. But it’s the second time I heard it when pulling you from your weird mind lake thing.”

“Hey!”

Levi smirked briefly at your offended façade, before resuming recounting what had happened from his perspective, now you could both talk about it without reopening any wounds. “The door between my head and the bond, it wouldn’t open. I couldn’t get to you. This voice told me to break it,” he turned to lean back against the desk just as you hopped atop it, crossing your ankles.

“What did they sound like?”

“Fucking patronising.”

You snorted. Only Levi would have said something like that about a disembodied voice he couldn’t identify. “Idiot, I meant like, how old? Where from? Did he have an accent like that Sasha girl?”

“Sasha has an accent?”

“Sometimes, though I haven’t really heard her speak much, there's a certain lilt to her voice.” It reminded you of the way Oluo used to speak, before he saw Levi as his new religion and changed his entire image. That first day was hilarious.

Fuck.

“No, she doesn’t have an accent.” He continued, knowing what you’d just thought about and wanting to squash another spiral before it even happened. 

“It’s a woman?”

“I think so… the first time it was indistinguishable but… thinking back now…” his heart clenched. “It sounded like my mother.”

Your eyes widened slightly. Was that possible? 

Levi swallowed thickly before continuing on. “Not in the way she spoke, but in the way her voice sounded. Pitch, cadence, tone… everything. I was too focused on you to really process but… it was her.” 

You covered his hand braced on the edge of the desk. Despite his calm exterior, Levi was a constant maelstrom of emotions, and you did find yourself struggling at times to decipher what exactly he was feeling. Now was a good example, where you couldn’t tell if he was comforted or haunted by the idea of his mother talking to him. 

“‘Vi…”

“At least, the voice was the same. Pretty sure my mother would never say ‘Now is not the time to doubt, blood of mine. Break the door. Do. Not. Lose her.’” He quoted exactly what he remembered being told that night. It was guidance, though brutal as it was. 

You bit your lip in thought, watching as Levi’s tongue darted out to smooth the small phantom hurt. You really must remember to stop doing that so much. “‘Blood of mine’ ? Are all Ackerman’s connected to each other?” you asked, kind of wishing you had told Hange about the bond now. Maybe they could have helped decipher.

“Hard to say. I’ve never heard or felt anything before. Not even around Mikasa, and she’s an Ackerman.”

“You could just share the same last name and nothing more?” It was a weak suggestion, but a possibility nonetheless.

“I would have agreed had I not seen the reports of her strength and then seen it with my own eyes. You saw how she fought the Female Titan. That’s no regular strength.”

“You sayin’ I couldn’t have done something like that?” you asked, eyes flashing with cheeky mischief. Levi clicked his tongue, his own eyes rolling.

“She’s what, fifteen? Yes, I’m saying you couldn’t have done something like that at fifteen years old.”

“You didn’t even know me at fifteen years old!” you protested indignantly. “In fact, I–”

You were rudely cut off by Levi slapping his hand over your mouth, giving you a warning look. Returning his glare, you stuck your tongue out to lick the palm of his hand in petty defiance. Something which earned you nothing but a raise of his brow. 

Point taken.

“It’s weird though,” you began after he removed his hand. “Why can’t you hear any of this when I’m like, not drowning in my mental health held together with a piece of fraying string?”

Levi sighed again, really wishing you wouldn’t talk about your own emotions like that, but now wasn’t the time to bring that up. “Not sure, I guess it only happens when I need it to?” he sounded as unsure as you did, which made sense considering neither of you knew what the fuck was really going on. 

“Think it has something to do with the weird tree thing?” 

He knew what you were talking about, and honestly, it was a sound theory. “I do find it weird that no matter where we’ve chosen, that tree will always be there somewhere,” He sighed, sliding a tired hand down the side of his face. “I’m sorry, I wish I knew more, but I’m as clueless as you are, despite this all coming from me.” 

Your cheek against his shoulder was a welcome presence, strands of your hair tickling the underside of his jaw. “It would feel off-balanced if you knew more than I did anyway,” you reassured him. “Still, I would like to talk to Mikasa. It’s not me she hates, so maybe she’d open up a bit more.”

“I have a feeling it would be a little like trying to get me to open up without knowing me for as long as you have.”

“So I have no hope? Unless I get her to fall in love with me and then she forms a bond with me,” you joked, before the genuine question arose in your head. “Wait yeah, what if something like that did happen? Like, if there were more people with your blood, what if two people managed to bond to the same person?” 

Levi shrugged, causing your head to tilt slightly. “It seems unlikely. If Ackermans are all connected, I don’t think whatever the bond is would let that happen. If it did…” he slid his eyes to where you were peering at him from his shoulder. “They’d probably duel or some shit.”

You barked a laugh, rising to stretch your arms above your head. “The sheer number of references you make to Frederik and Jules is absolutely appalling Levi Ackerman. Honestly, have you no shame?” Hopping off the desk, you crossed the room to unlock the door, thinking it would be a little suspicious if someone tried to enter whilst the bolt was across. 

“Clearly not, I bonded with you, didn’t I?” 

You swivelled, gaping at his audacity. It took you a moment to truly register what he had said, before taking a book from the shelf nearest you and throwing it in his general direction. “Rudeness! Rudeness of the highest insult!” 

Whatever poor piece of literature you’d thrown at him was easily dodged, landing harmlessly behind the desk. “You can’t throw books at me, I’m injured.”

“You can’t throw insults at me, so am I!” you folded your arms, managing to keep his little devious smirk from cracking the defences in your expression. No, you will absolutely not let him get away with this! 

“Yeah, you will.”

“Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?” you challenged, your expression still masked hard. Though as the moments lingered on and he kept looking at you like that, your resolve started to waver. “Fuck’s sake, I’m worse than Erwin and he let you get away with literal murder.” 

“Speaking of which, how didn’t I know you two were old friends?” he asked, finally tucking his shirt back in and retrieving the black jacket you’d all but thrown to the floor, dusting it off with a barely veiled look of disdain. 

“Likely because we barely talk as old friends anymore. He got caught up in being a Commander and I got caught up in wrangling you,” Levi raised a suggestive brow, pulling a laugh from your chest. “I didn’t mean it like that, but yes that as well. I meant in a ‘making sure you actually became a soldier and figuratively beating the shit out of anyone who called you a rat’ kind of way.”

Levi’s eyes widened slightly. He didn’t know you’d done that for him. You rolled your eyes, now trying to play it off. “Don’t let it get to your head. I almost fought my best friend the day we all met Isabel because she called her a criminal or some shit,” you couldn’t escape the slight blush in your cheeks. Yes, you’d done it in Isabel’s memory somewhat, but you’d also done it because you’d taken a liking to him from quite early on. 

“I remember that…” it was the first time he’d bore witness to your fight. To a fire he’d now sworn to never let dwindle, and to protect at all costs. “Still, in all the years I’ve known Erwin, he’s not once mentioned you.”

“Guess he’s just as rude as you are then.” You had seen the opportunity and seized it with both hands, smirking slightly at his resulting scoff. “I think I might know why, though.”

Levi perked up slightly. “Oh?”

“That same evening after I met you and fought with Nana, we had a conversation. Erwin and I. We both knew he would likely be made Commander soon, meaning his squad would be left captainless,” Levi listened silently. He’d never heard you speak about the day he first met you, having not even discussed the tea you shared that day. “He told me I should take the offer to be made captain. I told him that I couldn’t.”

He didn’t know for sure, but Levi could hazard a guess. You’d lost faith in your abilities after what happened to Ilse.

“I don’t think he took it very well. He seemed kinda disappointed. But after that he was made Commander pretty quickly and yeah, that was that.” You didn’t particularly want to go into any more detail than that. Dragging up old, suppressed memories now wasn’t exactly a good idea, considering your current unstable mental state. Levi could see for himself if he wanted to, you’d already given him permission to see any memories he may deem necessary to understand you more as a person.  

“I see,” was all he could say in response. Pressing with further questions didn’t seem like a good idea, and the last thing he wanted to do was make you feel any more uncomfortable with the conversation. 

“So yeah, that’s about it. He was Captain of my squad, asked me to take over, I refused, you took the position instead.”

…Well he didn’t know that.

“Sorta why I’ve been indebted to you from the beginning. If you hadn’t shown up with your crazy abilities and shitty attitude I probably wouldn’t be here now.” You smiled, though it didn’t take a detective to see the slight pain behind it. Whatever that meant, he didn’t want to know, but with the bond being what it was, it didn’t seem like him joining the Scouts was a decision he made at all. But rather something else blessed by fate. Not that he was much of a believer in that kind of thing. 

“You owe me nothing.”

“Well I know that now, yeah.”

“You owed me nothing back then, too.”

The room was silent for a moment, before you shattered it with a soft sigh. “I wish this had happened sooner. Between us, I mean.”

Levi crossed over to where you were leaning on the very same bookshelf you’d chucked a book from, once again taking you effortlessly into his embrace. He had the same thoughts so often. He wished he could have told you years ago. It wasn’t exactly love at first sight between you two, but he savoured his memories of the rocky start. The biting insults soon turned playful. The cleaning punishment morphing into shared time together. Though he wished he’d had you sooner, he wouldn’t trade watching you flounder around Eld for all the romance novels in the world. 

You drew back, clearly having heard what he was thinking. “Really?

“It was pretty damn funny watching the two of you.”

Your forehead fell against his shoulder as you let out a long groan of embarrassment. “Fuck’s sake, even Erwin saw that.”

“He spoke to you about it?”

“Yeah, on the expedition. He wanted to extend his congratulations to us, which I thought was kinda nice of him, though he had a few other things to say….”

Levi looked at you, his eyes hard. “I assume he warded you away from me?”

“Not exactly. It was nicer than that, actually. He just told me to be careful.” you recalled the conversation in your head, sending snippets of visuals down the bond. Levi nodded, entertaining the image of you and Erwin by the campfire, having a surprisingly deep conversation, considering the circumstances. Though you left out the part where he told you not to hurt him. You were already afraid of doing that, but Levi didn’t need to know.

It must have been fate listening in, that there was a knock on the door just at this moment. You both looked at each other, the rapping sound breaking you both out of the little domestic bubble you so often found yourselves in nowadays. In a moment, you’d lifted a spare chair from the corner up to the desk to avoid the noise of dragging it along the wooden floorboards, and Levi had sat himself down, hunching over so it looked as if you were both completely caught up in paperwork. 

“Come in.” he’d managed to morph his voice so it sounded mundane, as if he’d been doing this for hours. You couldn’t help but admire the adaptability. You guess you really weren’t the only chameleon in the room.

Moments after, a brown haired messenger announced themselves, opening the door with surprising flamboyance. “Captain Levi, Sir! Commander Erwin has asked for you, Sir! He wants to meet with you immediately, Sir!” 

If you had taken a shot for everytime this guy had said sir you’d be well on your way to a good night out. However, there wasn’t time for things like that right now.

“Alright, I hear you. Dismissed.”

You snorted at the overenthusiastic salute the cadet made, before marching off to the left. He couldn’t have been any older than seventeen, poor kid. 

Levi stood with a sigh, clearly not thrilled about the idea of a meeting, but you both knew what it was likely going to be about. You guessed neither of you had confirmed you’d go along with Hange. 

“Guess you’ve been summoned,” you raised a brow as he walked around the desk, watching his hard expression set. You stood, catching him before he walked off and pressing your thumb in the crease between his brows, smoothing the tension from his face. “You can’t get this grumpy every time you’re called away.”

Levi huffed, though appreciating the attempt you made to caress away his stress. “When we don’t have a lot of time together anyway, I think I'm perfectly entitled to get this grumpy when it’s cut short.”

You grinned, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Can’t argue with that. Make sure you let him know, hm?”

He rolled his eyes, though a smile still pulled at his lips. He masked it by moulding them into yours. “See you later.” He murmured, giving your arm a quick squeeze before he headed out the door. You hated how much you missed his presence when he was gone. 

The pendulum clock on the wall ticked by for all of five minutes before a lead balloon of dread sank into the depths of your stomach. His voice was instantly in your head.

–What? What’s wrong? You alright?–

–Levi…?–

–What?!–

–Your neck.–

Silence. You didn’t hear anything for what felt like an eternity, before his single word response had you cackling.

–Fuck.–

When the blanket of night settled over the world and a slight chill blew in the wind, you hugged your jacket closer around your shoulders, trying to stave the cold from getting to your bones. Though you’d healed fairly well, your leg still sang a melancholy song of pain with each step you took, earning yourself a slight limp. Your other wounds had healed nicely, slices closing up from your brow to your stomach. It was only really your leg that posed a problem now, though you’d been left with some pretty heft scars. Nothing new.

Walking through the courtyard, soldiers were busying themselves with packing supplies, crates of metal canisters, spare blades, boxes of field rations all being loaded onto various carts. You’d hidden it from Levi, but you intended to go with the group to search the wall. Orders be damned, you weren’t about to sit back and let everyone else do the work for you. You were physically incapable of doing that, and you also knew Levi would overestimate your ability to put sensibility above recklessness. Besides, you weren’t exactly lying…

You just hadn’t admitted the entire truth to him yet. Though it still weighed on you as a betrayal of his trust. Plus it actively drained you to hide things in your mind from him, which you guess made sense. It went against everything the bond was about.

Being caught up in thought, you didn’t see a blonde boy crossing paths with you from the right, almost crashing straight into him. It was only because you heard Eren’s voice and looked up because of it did you manage to stop the collision. 

“Shit, sorry kid, you alright?” you asked, looking back to see where he could have possibly come from. 

“Ah, yeah, I-I’m okay! Sorry, wasn’t looking where I was going,” he explained sheepishly, and you couldn't help but notice a weird resemblance to Erwin. Though this kid’s hair was longer, they had the same star-seeing eyes. 

“Nah, you’re good. Totally my fault, though you looked as deep in thought as I was. Something on your mind?” you don’t really know what prompted you to ask, but he just looked so troubled, you couldn’t help yourself.

“O-oh! No it’s nothing. Just… thinking about the Titan in the walls… and how he got there.” 

You let your mind run for a bit, before finally, realising who the kid was. Were you getting slow in your old age? 

Nah, that can’t be right. You weren’t that old for fuck’s sake.

“Ahh, you must be Armin, right? Eren’s friend?” you asked, earning yourself a look of surprise. “Vice Captain of the Levi Squad, looks like I’ll be riding with you guys.” In an instant, Armin’s fist thumped against his chest in a salute of respect.

“Ma’am! I wasn’t certain at first, but I thought it might have been you. It’s a pleasure to meet you,”

You waved off the salute, unable to help feeling as though you don’t deserve such a show of respect. Your squadmates were dead, afterall, you thought bitterly. “You’re fine, put that away, it’s not meant for me. You’re the one who had the theory about Annie, right?” You asked, now walking alongside the kid to where his friends were already in the cart. 

“Uh, sort of. It was really Commander Erwin and Section Commander Hange, I just suggested who it could be, it wasn’t–”

“Thank you, Armin. I los–” you stopped yourself. This poor kid didn’t need to hear about who you lost to that monster. “A lot of good soldiers died because of her. You helped us take a huge step in this fight for humanity,” Keeping your voice steady despite wanting to scream inside was something you’d become very good at, likely since losing Ilse. “We owe a lot to you and your friends.”

“Haha, Mikasa and Eren did most of the heavy lifting, I just helped with figuring it out.”

He clearly wasn’t used to giving himself credit. If Levi were here, he’d say something stupid like–

–Doesn’t give himself enough credit huh? Sound familiar?–

You huffed, setting your jaw. How did he always know?

–I have no idea what you’re talking about– you bit back defensively. –No it does not sound familiar, thank you very much. And shouldn’t you be concentrating?–

Warm laughter filled your head, and you couldn’t help but let it consume you, thawing your frozen bones. 

–Meeting’s finished. It was about what we thought. Coming up with Nick now. Just waiting on Hange.–

–You only talk in short sentences now? We’re not out in the field, we can talk in full sentences here–

You could hear him sigh almost in disappointment. A terrible dread obscured your thoughts. Did he know already? If he already knew, then this was about to be an awful conversation.

–You know, you’re not subtle. And I’m not stupid.–

–...Levi…–

–You know you can tell me these things, right?–

You muttered various curses, causing the poor young blond walking next to you to cast you a worried look. Shit. “Oh, no not you Armin. Just… remembering something. Don’t worry.”

“Oh… I see…” he responded awkwardly, clearly not knowing what else to say. It didn’t matter to you at the moment. Levi knew of your intentions to accompany the party to the walls, and also knew you’d kept it from him. 

–I… yeah, I know. I just, I knew you would try to stop me. I know it’s not the smartest thing to do in my condition, and I know my orders, but I just… I can’t just sit and let everyone do everything around me. I can’t just stay out of it… you know that.– you confessed. Though you were surprised he was so accepting about it. Honestly you were kind of expecting him to go all protective Levi mode and start trying to talk you out of it.

–The fuck are you talking about? And what do you mean by ‘protective Levi mode’???–

Oh. 

Shit.

–Wait. Was this not what you were talking about…?–

–...No.–

–Fuck.–

–Fuck indeed. We don’t have the time to talk about this now.–

–’Vi, I– –

–No. Later.–

Well fuck. That wasn’t exactly the best outcome. What the fuck could he possibly have been talking about if not that? Had he asked Erwin anything? Had he asked–

Then it hit you, a memory that didn’t belong to you.

“You spoke to her. Around the campfire that night. What did you say?” Levi asked, almost unable to look up from the floor. He was on his way out before Erwin called after him, just to wish him congratulations. It had been unexpected, but not unwelcome. But now he couldn’t even look at the man.

“Nothing of importance. Just congratulating her as well. And warning her from hurting you in any way,” he chuckled as if it were simply something trivial. “I know you’re strong, Levi, but I need you focused. Heartbreak doesn’t do much for a soldier’s motivation.” 

“You know you can just say you were looking out for me, no need for this whole charade,” He rolled his eyes, finally recovering after getting slapped in the face yet again by the realisation that people cared for him. “What did she say in return?”

Erwin sighed, lacing his fingers in front of his nose in thought. “That it was one of her greatest fears, hurting you. And knowing you, you likely have the same thought, no?”

Levi tensed his jaw. He knew hurting each other was a fear within your relationship, considering recent events, but he didn’t know it was your greatest fear. Why hadn’t you told him? You’d told him everything else… right? He was snapped out of his thoughts by Erwin, clearing his throat. 

“I see, I thought she would have told you. I apologise.”

That was all you saw, though it was enough. Not that you could register anything right now. You had so much going on. Too much going on, you couldn’t help but wonder how Eren coped with it all. The future of humanity used to lie on the shoulders of you, your squad and your Captain. Now you’d been unburdened with that demand, though it had been placed onto a child. How the fuck was that fair? And with the breach in Wall Rose, you were so sick of things going wrong it was starting to drive you up the fucking Walls. And now Levi knew you wanted to head out on the expedition later this evening. And from what you could tell, which was a lot, he didn’t seem too happy about it. Fuck this day.

You’d deal with it later. If Levi didn’t want to talk about it now, then you could certainly hold off. Nothing was about to change your mind, and you were content in your decision. You would go on the expedition and deal with the consequences when you came back. To hell with him.

“Great, what the hell does this mean?” 

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Eren already in the wagon, loading up ODM gear and gas canisters. You felt for the kid. He’d only just discovered what he was and already so much had happened since. Barely having time to recover from the fight against Annie and now all his friends had to be sent away in case any more of them were fucking Titans?  

“I don’t know… but they’re Titans, right? Would they seriously break through the Wall with Titans in it?” It was a good question, you had to admit. Armin’s mind was nearly as sharp as Hange’s, if only the kid had more self confidence, he could definitely gun for Commander in the next decade or so, providing he survived that long. 

“Wouldn’t be the first time, right? They did it before.”

It took you a moment to leap onto Armin’s trail of thought, but once you were there, you understood perfectly. “No, they didn’t. That was a gate. They busted through the gate, not the wall.” 

“Exactly, the Walls are different. They don’t have a single crack in them, no weak points other than the gates.” Walls this kid was smart. “There’s no signs of stress, and even stranger, there’s no way of knowing how they were built. They’re just solid walls of stone. No bricks, no nothing.”

“No nothing except Titans…” you knew where he was going with this.

“Armin, Lieutenant… what are you saying?” You couldn’t help but compare this situation to when you and Hange would be brainstorming and Levi would have no idea what you were talking about. Poor Mikasa.

“Suppose… suppose the Walls were made of the same stuff as Annie’s Titan crystal?” Armin posed.

You chewed on the suggestion for a moment. “She used that to cover her nape, right? And she trapped herself in it, so we know it’s versatile,”

“And it’s virtually indestructible, our blades breaking instantly upon impact…” 

Stepping up into the wagon, you held your hand out to help Armin up, taking a seat opposite Eren, who looked utterly horrified.

“So… the Walls are made of Titans? Is that what you’re saying?” He asked, looking down at his own hands as if they were about to catch aflame. 

“It’s just a theory at the moment, but–”

“It’s a solid one. We need to talk to Hange, and if there really is a breach in the Wall…”

The wagon jostled as you were moved into formation, but being so lost in thought you barely noticed. What the hell did this mean for humanity? Being protected by the very things that were trying to annihilate you all. And what would happen if the sun did hit them? What did Pastor Nick know that the rest of you were clueless about? And how was it that some preacher of the Walls knew? There were too many unknowns, it made you uneasy. 

You vaguely registered Mikasa wrapping her cloak around Eren, muttering something about him getting cold. It was sweet, you thought, though it brought you back to the various things you didn’t know about your own bond, wondering if Mikasa knew that’s what had happened between her and Eren, given that it had actually happened, of course. But you’d heard about her uncanny sense whenever Eren was in danger, and thought back to how Levi had the same sense about you. You hoped, for her sake, Eren would realise one day. 

“Sorry to keep you waiting! Didn’t think it would take so long to prepare.” 

You stole your nerves to look their way, though you barely registered Hange’s cheerful wave over Levi’s glare of thunder. At least his heartbeat wasn’t out of sync with yours. So this could be fixed… right? 

The wood creaked in protest as an additional three bodies crammed into the space, you shuffled up as much as you could, your body pressing against the side board as Levi took a seat next to you. You longed to press your face into his neck, but at the same time, you wanted to do anything but that. Joy, more conflicting feelings. 

“But… but he’s a priest from the Order of the Walls… Why is he–”

“I know! Nick and I are inseparable now! It’s alright, makes sense he’s here, just like the rest of us. We’re all rather random.”

It was strange for Hange to make assumptions this way. Ths group was anything but random. “No. The opposite. Erwin’s thrown us together for a reason.” Though what those reasons were, Levi couldn’t hazard a guess. The man’s motives were always mysterious until the final moments, when all would be revealed. It was an irritating habit. 

He needed to talk to you, finally realising what your intentions were, he couldn’t let you do this. You were still badly injured, and though you were recovering well, he knew your wounds were deeper than those surface level scratches. And if your stitches blew out in the field, you were dead. That was it. He couldn’t even believe you were considering this, let alone having made up your mind. It was stupid. Reckless. And downright selfish of you. 

“The condition of Wall Rose is currently unknown, but everything up to Erhmich district is safe. That’s the path we’ll be taking. Move out!” Erwin’s voice boomed from the front of the formation, loud enough that you were certain the entirety of Trost would have heard the announcement of departure. 

You stayed completely silent, debating more than ever what your next moves should be. How had things gone so damn badly? How had everything turned to shit so fucking quickly? It only felt like yesterday you were playing strip poker with your squad and now they were all fucking dead, two kids can turn into Titans and there was another fucking breach. You sighed, teeth gnawing at any loose bit of skin they could find on your lips. A habit you hadn’t indulged in a while. 

“You heard him. Get going.” It was a weak hope that speaking up so suddenly would get you to stop tearing apart your lower lip, his own stinging with each pull. You bit down a little too hard as the wagon jostled to life, and Levi almost winced with the sharp hurt. You, on the other hand, didn’t look too bothered by it, taking the opportunity to suck on the blood like some little fucked up vampire. If he wasn’t furious with you right now, he would have taken your hand into his own, current company be damned. 

He loosened a breath. Being angry with you was foreign and unknown and downright awful. He wanted to talk to you, to somehow ease the worries in your head, but he had no idea how to start a conversation with you at the moment. Not that he was ever very good with his words. Putting his opinions aside, Levi dropped his hand to brush against your arm.

Though when you flinched slightly, he wished lightning would strike him where he sat. You still refused to look at him, but he didn’t need to see your face to know you were radiating some kind of guilty resolve. You did nothing but continue to bite your lip, your fingers now tearing at your cuticles. He hadn’t seen you this stressed since you walked into his office and announced his squad would be helping Hange on their capture mission. Fuck that seemed like years ago now. 

“Well I should probably explain what we know from our friend Nick here,” Hange began, clasping a firm, almost threatening arm around the man’s shoulders. “You see, it was Nick who told us to cover the Titan in the Wall, assuming it would move should sunlight hit it. Just how he knew this, we have yet to find out.” With a quick glance to the opposite three in the wagon, you could tell they were just as baffled as you all were. 

“Wait wait wait, back up, this guy knew?! He knew and he said nothing!?” Eren exclaimed, leaning forward to almost throttle the man. 

“Uh huh, ‘friad so. And unfortunately, that’s about all he’s said. But, we all know now, of course. He doesn’t wanna talk quite yet, but that’s likely to change with a harsh dose of reality. It’s his faith keeping him quiet, but first hand experience though, we–”

“To hell with that!” 

You almost jumped at Eren’s shouting, standing and slamming his hands down on the table separating the two sides. Though if you were being honest, you missed the fighting talk from the kid.  “If this son-of-a-bitch knows something, he needs to come out with it! We’re on the brink of extinction and he’s deciding to keep quiet about what he knows? Caring only about keeping some stupid oath?!” Eren’s tone only rose with each point he made, stopping only due to what you assumed was his exhaustion spiking a sudden headache. A hand braced against the side of his head, Mikasa guided him to sit back down. 

“Take it easy Eren, you still haven’t fully recovered.” Oh she was so in love with him. It actually made you smile slightly, though it was short lived. Nothing lasts forever in the Scouts. 

Your chest constricted at the thought, and you glanced down to see Levi’s balled fist. 

And if you weren’t so busy wondering what the fuck you should do, you would have found him pulling a gun ridiculously attractive. What was wrong with you?

“There’s more than one way to get people to talk. Sure, I’m not exactly in top shape right now, but I know it doesn’t take much strength to pull a trigger. Having said that, I genuinely hope I won’t have to blow a hole in you to settle this. How ‘bout you?”

You once again cursed your current situation for not reacting after he’d just said maybe the single hottest thing you’d ever heard come from his mouth. If you weren’t in such emotional turmoil, you definitely would have started teasing him in front of everyone. 

But you were drained, and any will you had to do so had drained also.

A brief silence settled in the wagon as everyone remembered that, sure he wasn’t on active duty right now, but they were still sitting in the presence of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, and it was still intimidating. 

Well, everyone except for Hange.

“Threatening him doesn’t work, Levi. I went to throw him off the top of Wall Sina. So trust me on that. And whether you agree with him or not, Nick here is a man of principle. Which has gotta make you think, if he’s so unwilling to talk, what in heaven’s name is he putting above the fate of humanity?”

Now that placed a blanket of silence over the wagon. Because it was one hell of a good question. What was he holding above the fate of the human race? What did he deem more important than humanity’s future? 

With the conversation coming to a halt, you tilted your head back to the moonlit canopy overhead, rogue embers floating within the leaves without a care in the world. You wonder if they knew their life was short. If you knew they had these last few seconds of freedom before they faded to nothing, returning to whatever elements they were composed of. But isn’t that all anything was? A brief interval from the void of non-existence? You suddenly envied those embers. They’d never experienced grief, or heartbreak, or loss in any way. They burned, and they burned beautifully until their inevitable end. Which is all anyone could strive to do, you thought. Burn beautifully. 

Despite the morbid nature of your thought trail, you smiled. Because you knew everyone around you was doing just that. Burning beautifully. 

Levi had taken a whistlestop tour into your mind for a split second, just to see how you were holding up. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was for you to be having philosophical revelations over fire. At least you weren’t thinking about the mission he wasn’t about to let you go on. He’d take philosophy over that any day of the week. 

Though his own tired head thought otherwise. Too much had happened to be entertaining your thoughts, so he returned to his own, only now noticing Hange staring unblinkingly at a rock. It was unusual for them to be doing unusual things, but at least it was a distraction from whatever the fuck was going on with you.

“Hey Four Eyes,” –He leaned forward slightly, looking past Nick to Hange still staring at the rock– “since when did you take an interest in geology? Or is your life so boring even rocks have become fascinating, looks like you’re about to drool.” 

Hange looked up, as if they’d just been dragged from a good book. “Hm? Oh, this? It’s not a rock. At least, not an ordinary one. It’s a hardened piece of skin, left behind by the Female Titan.”

That caught your attention. Snapping out of your thoughts, you too turned to look at Hange, your expression mirroring Armin’s as he gasped slightly. “Wait, it didn’t vanish?” He asked, eyes wide with what you could only just discern as shocked intrigue. 

“No! It broke off when she reverted back to her human form. It didn’t evaporate… didn’t simply go poof,” Their enthusiasm for the conversation only increased tenfold, and you could tell as soon as they started to use onomatopoeias. “Which got me thinking… and when I compared it with a piece from the Wall, its texture and molecular structure were, for all intents and purposes, virtually identical. So basically speaking–”

“We’re being protected by the very things that are trying to devour us, only ten times bigger than average.” You finished, glancing between Armin and Hange. You’d already had a conversation like this with the blond, but now at least you knew Hange had the same theory. 

“Exactly, and if my hypothesis is correct, the Walls were constructed using consolidated Titan skin.” Hange confirmed, to the disgusted horror of the opposite three. 

“You’re kidding… that’s what Armin and the Lieutenant were just talking about.” Mikasa observed, wide eyed. But she wasn’t wrong. That was exactly what you and Armin were discussing. Honestly, not to be condescending to the girl, but you were impressed she was following.

Armin once again gasped, shooting forward in his seat. “So then–” he began, only to be rudely cut off by Hange’s hand to his face.

Unfortunately for them, you’d just had exactly the same revelation. You borderline launched across Levi, slamming your hand down on the table. “You want to–” 

However, you too received a Hange hand to the face.

“Easy there you two, it’s rude to steal somebody else’s thunder dontcha know. As it stands, we’d be hard pressed to find a rock large enough to seal Wall Rose again. It would have to be just the right shape and size, and we don’t have specifics yet,” 

You fought to free yourself from Hange’s grip, desperate to contribute to the solution and listening to Armin frantically try and talk through their other palm.

“On the other hand, where there’s a will, there’s a way. Just picture it, Eren using his own hardening ability whilst in Titan form!” They revealed, finally releasing both you and the blond from their hands. You shook your head slightly, instantly wiping your face because heaven knows where Hange’s hands had been. 

Frowning, you slouched back in your seat, folding your arms. You thought of that too. 

“Then I could… patch the hole.” Eren came to the realisation much slower than you and Armin, though you guessed, since this actually concerned him and it was all incredibly new for him, he had other things to think about. 

“The sealant should be composed of the same material, and, like with Annie’s crystal, it shouldn’t disappear once you revert to human. This might be less of a long shot than it sounds. Whaddya think?”

If Levi was given a coin for every time you and Hange got carried away in conversation to the point where he could no longer follow, he could retire within the next year. However with this boy genius now added to the mix, he realised where this was going only a few moments before Eren did. Though your pouting did almost make him laugh. He knew you would have wanted to jump in, because he knew you would have been right there with Hange’s theory. He knew you were smart enough. And he hoped that was good enough for you.

“The greater the risk, the greater the reward,” You leaned forward again, clearly having gotten over your petulance.

“And if we can patch up Wall Rose… then Wall Maria starts to look fairly promising. And vital though it is, the outposts infrastructure slows us down to a crawl,” Armin continued, and Levi couldn’t help but find it a little weird how he was now finishing your sentences.

“The time and resources needed to transport materials are immense,” and vice versa, he discovered as soon as you took off from where he left. This was getting ridiculous. 

“But… if we can nullify the necessity for supply wagons, we could get to Shiganshina much faster… And what if we decided to carry out the plan at the dead of night?!” Armin posed, stony determination written on his face. You couldn’t help but smile slightly, having found yourself on the exact same wavelength.

“Night?” It was Hange now who was having trouble keeping up, and though you felt the urge to explain, they had a point earlier. Stealing somebody else’s thunder was rude, and you realised Armin needed all the confidence boosts he could get.

“Yes! When the Titans are more or less motionless!” He finished, clearly waiting with some kind of validation on his theoretical plan.

“Huh… that’s not bad. In fact, it’s genius, particularly if the group is small enough to slip on by undetected.” –Hange looked back down at the small crystal in their hand– “The straits we’re in are about as dire as they come, but this could turn the tides completely.” 

“We have to bear in mind though, this entire plan hinges on whether or not Eren can seal the hole again.” You really did hate to be the one to throw a bucket of cold water on the atmosphere, especially when you saw Armin’s proud smile falter slightly, but he knew as well as you did it was a good point.

Hange looked across to Eren, who you could see was visibly sweating despite the slight chill of the night. “It’s probably unfair of me to even ask but… do you think you can?” They asked, brows pinching in slight sheepish guilt. 

The wagon once again fell silent as all eyes fell to the teen who wasn’t looking at any of you. Once again, you could tell he was feeling the weight of the future on his shoulders, and your heart constricted for him. Ever since that night after you’d almost killed him, when he’d accidentally turned Titan and scared the ever loving shit out of you and your squad, you’d found a new respect for him. Having now understood the burdens of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, you could only imagine what Eren was going through. 

“What he thinks really isn’t the problem here,” Levi finally found his voice, having been in complete awe of you and the way your mind worked. “You either will, or you won’t. That’s the reality of the situation. Our comrades are breaking their backs, but without you, it’s pointless. Failure here isn’t an option.”

You knew he was right. You knew he was just adding gravity where the rest of you had lost it, bringing the conversation back down to earth, but did he really have to be so stern? So pressuring?

–I think he knows how important this is. Stop adding unnecessary weight.– You couldn’t help yourself, a weird kind of protective nature coming over you. You saw out of your peripheral his hands balling into fists.

–So now you wanna talk?–

–You were the one who shut down the conversation, not me. I was just doing what you asked.– 

Levi’s frustrated sigh blew about your head, before the tension was broken by Eren’s desperate enthusiasm to prove himself. “Sir! I know, and I’m prepared to do whatever it takes… that’s a promise.”

There and then, you could see just how heavy his memories were. You understood his guilt because you understood Levi’s guilt. You knew he felt every single life lost around him, because he was supposed to be strong enough to move forward. He was supposed to be strong enough to protect people, to take the hits when nobody else could. 

“My father’s cellar…” You tilted your head to one side, willing to put your current feud away and glance at Levi, who glanced back at you, before you both looked back at Eren, awaiting an explanation. “That’s… that’s where the answers are. If there was even a grain of truth in what he told me, everything depends on us making it there.” 

You didn’t have time to wonder what the hell that meant, before Hange announced your location; “Well, here’s Ermich.” 

Nerves bubbled in your gut, this being the place where you knew you were about to have the biggest argument in your relationship. You felt Levi tense next to you, knowing he was thinking the same thing. But neither of you were backing out of this, that much was clear. 

Hopping out of the wagon, you chose to ignore the slight bite in your thigh from your injuries, taking a moment to stretch out your back. You noticed Levi had already set off with Nick, and though you weren’t alone with Hange, you were still going to take this opportunity to talk with them. “Hey, Hans?”

Once again, like a breath of fresh air, Hange beamed at you, despite the previous conversation in the wagon. “What’s up? The atmosphere there was kinda frosty for a second huh? That Armin kid though… he’s pretty damn smart, and to come up with a plan for Shiganshina so quickly… I reckon he’d make a pretty great Commander one day.” They started off on their own conversation as the two of you made your way through Ermich district. 

“Yeah, we’d had a brief conversation before the journey about the Walls and the Titans inside and such, we pretty much came to the same conclusion.” You defended stiffly, only to Hange’s delight. 

“Awww, jealous I got there before you? Sorry sunshine, only a few have brains like these!” They skipped, and you genuinely couldn’t understand how their demeanour could shift so quickly and so dramatically. Though, you remembered a time where Levi said that about you, how you could shift your personality from casual to professional in the blink of an eye. 

You grit your teeth. Thinking about him hurt.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. I just wanted to let ya know that I’ll likely be joining you on the mission.” You tried to mention it as nonchalantly as you possibly could, but no amount of casualness could have warned them of that. 

Hange stopped in their tracks. “Aren’t you supposed to be off active duty for the time being?”

“I can stand, can I not? And I’m walking, am I not? I don’t have a good reason to be resting.” You defended adamantly. You knew this was exactly what Levi was going to say as well, so you’d already come up with arguments.

“Does Levi know?” They asked softly, and when you didn’t respond, Hange placed a hand on your shoulder. “I was wondering what had happened between you two, things seemed different in the wagon than they were this morning. Don’t solidify anything yet. Wait until you talk with him. I’d say we have roughly half an hour turnover. If you’re still set after talking to him, I’d be happy for the help.”

“You know, he doesn’t make my decisions for me.” You tried to keep the venom from your voice, but failed miserably. Hange knew, of course. They knew this wasn’t coming from a place of rage or anger with them.

“He’s your Captain. He technically does.”

“My Captain, huh? Of what squad, Hange?” It was a brutal blow, and had it been anyone else you were talking to, you know they would have walked away by now, either your glare or the toxicity in your tone causing them to leave. However, this was Hange. Hange who knew both yourself and Levi, sometimes better than you knew each other. Hange, who knew grief just as well as you did, and still managed to do everything they could. Hange, who also had friends out there in the field right now, and who hadn’t heard from them in hours, and didn’t know if they were still alive. 

They squeezed their calming hand on your shoulder. “Speak to Levi first, as a favour to me.” 

You sighed, feeling the tension sapping from your spine, knowing they were right. “Fine, but I’ve made up my mind.” 

Hange smiled in understanding, continuing on their path with you by their side. “I know you have, but if you sneak out and Levi knows I knew, I won’t live to see the sunrise.” 

Huffing a chuckle, you nodded in agreement. That was likely true, unfortunately for the both of you. Glancing back, you watched the three behind you for a brief moment. Watched as Mikasa tried to wrap Eren’s cloak back around his shoulders, to the teen’s dismay, whilst Armin tried to calm the two of them down and stop their bickering. It was a sickening reminder that, after everything, they were still just kids. 

“It’s sad. Not only was their childhood cut short, but now they hold the weight of the future on their shoulders. Eren specifically, but you can see it on Armin and Mikasa too. The way they care so much for him, but he feels the need to do everything alone. It’s so lonely.” You thought aloud, cracking your neck to the side.

“You sound like you're speaking from experience.” Hange observed, glancing down to you with an eye raised.

“Not quite. But I know how it is for Levi. I know that, even given the chance to, he would rather die than pass his title on to somebody else. Not for any sort of pride reasons, but because he wouldn’t want that burden to befall another soul. He carries it because he knows it’s necessary to do so, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t heavy.” It was a losing battle, keeping your frustration from bubbling to the surface. On the outside, it just seemed like you were explaining something not many people would have an insight into. On the inside, however…

You wanted to scream.

Despite the morbid display in front of him, hundreds upon hundreds of people having lost their homes due to the recent breach, Levi couldn’t help but listen to your conversation with Hange. To be understood on such a fundamental level was still incredibly new for him, so to hear your voice exactly how he felt a majority of the time…

It solidified his need to stop you from going on this mission. 

“You know him well, huh?” This was a side to Hange you didn’t see very often. The softer, more sentimental side to the ‘mad scientist’ everyone knew. It was part of the reason you liked them so much. 

“And you know why, so you don’t need to act clueless.” Once again you came incredibly close to telling them everything, but you held off. Despite there being a small rift between the two of you at the moment, you knew that was something you needed to discuss with Levi. 

You both climbed the steps into the barracks, hearing Eren, Mikasa and Armin still behind you.

“Hey Eren!” Hange gestured for the teen to join them, and so you took a step back, allowing them to have their conversation without interference. “Once we leave Ermich, we’ll be in Titan territory for sure.”

“Think you’re well enough to ride a horse yet?” 

You’d almost completely forgotten Moblit was on this expedition, considering he didn’t ride with you in the wagon. It was only now did you see Hange relax slightly, having not even noticed they were slightly tense. You half smiled with the realisation. 

And it was now you really missed being on good terms with your partner. Because you knew he would have had something to say about that.

“Yeah, it shouldn't be too much of a problem.” Eren responded, though he sounded exhausted. 

“Saddle up then soldier, there’s one waiting for you on the left lift.” You thought a lot about the shift you and Hange could perform between professional and casual, though you’d never considered how different Moblit was behind closed doors. You guessed, when he didn’t have the pressure of being Hange’s right hand man, he could well and truly relax. 

Though the only visual indication you had was Hange’s widening eyes, you’d already felt Levi’s growing presence behind you. You turned, seeing almost exactly what you predicted, only Nick looked more remorseful than he did in your mind’s eye. You couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. 

“Section Commander, we’re pressed for time!” Moblit called out as Hange jogged back past you.

“Gimme a second will ya?” They called back, before addressing Nick. “So, you seen the light yet by any chance?” 

If you took a shot for every time silence had settled it’s blanket over your group today, you’d likely be in the medical wing. The air was charged as you all waited for Nick’s response, before realising he was going to hold his tongue. And finally, finally, Hange had enough. “Goddamnit! This isn’t some fucked up spiritual test, real human lives are on the line here so make up your mind!” 

And for the first time since he sat his holy ass on that cart, Nick spoke; “Alas, I have no choice. None of us, not myself nor the others who believe are at liberty to divulge the truth.”

Ooo did you want to punch his teeth in. You knuckled itched to be thrust through his jaw.

“Well fat lot of you help you were! Thanks ever so much for keeping us company, it’s been a fucking joy!” It took all of your willpower to, despite your situation, stifle your laughter at their sarcastic rage as they abruptly turned on their heels and started to stomp away.

“I would offer my help if I could, but a duty as great as this one is beyond me. The Order of the Walls abides by the sacred will our faith commands us to obey.” He seemed so solemn you almost pitied the man. Almost.

“Who’s sacred will? You mean like God or something?” Hange questioned with no small degree of snark.

“I can’t answer that.” God fucking damnit! “But… what I can do is provide you with a name. An individual the sacred will and it’s divine wisdom instructed us to monitor.”

You couldn’t tell if he was using way too many words in sentences deliberately, or whether or not that was seriously the title they gave the head of their religion. “Monitor?” You asked aloud, glancing at Hange who nodded in approval. That was clearly their next question.

Nick sighed before continuing on. “It’s a person you know. Someone who enlisted in the Scout Regiment as of this year. A child by the name of–”

“Important message!” The pastor was drowned out by the arrival of a messenger loudly announcing her presence. She didn’t even stop to knock or read the room, just barged straight in with her agenda. But that didn’t stop you or your companions to hear the name he’d just uttered. Christa Lenz.  “I’m with the 104th Cadet Corps. Oh and my name is Sasha Braus!” 

You blinked in surprise, finally turning your head to look at the girl. You still didn’t really know the 104th that well, only really being well acquainted with Eren, for obvious reasons. But you knew of Sasha, and you’d heard her speak before. However the accent you’d previously noticed seemed to have vanished into thin air. Interesting. 

“No way…”

“Wait, who?”

Sasha strode up to Hange, scroll in hand. “This is for you, Section Commander.” Though she was completely ignored, the room’s attention now being completely on the Pastor. 

“You must find her with all haste. She is the key. She may know things we understand, but poorly.” You glanced to Hange, who mirrored your look. Who the fuck was this girl, and more importantly, who was she to Eren, Armin and Mikasa for them to be so floored by this? “And with that, we come to the end of what I am free to share with you. The rest I leave in your capable hands.” 

“Wait, if she’s in the 104th… she’d be on the front lines by now.” You realised, wide eyes flicking between Hange and Nick. 

“Then let’s go! We’re already pressed for time, we don’t have any to lo–” Though you admired Eren for his gung-ho attitude, you admired him less when he didn’t look where he was going and ran straight into poor Sasha who had been waiting incredibly patiently with her scroll, sending her crashing to the ground. 

“Watch where you’re going!” Hange called out, the room’s attention shifting to the poor girl on the floor. 

“Sasha?!”

“Just where did you come from all of a sudden?” Mikasa asked, and you couldn’t help but raise a brow. Had nobody else heard the girl enter? Seriously? 

Once again you wished you could talk to Levi about this, but he’d been silent in your head since the wagon. You kept your sigh internal. 

As if remembering she was here for a purpose and not just to lie on the floor, Sasha gasped, snatching up the parchment that had fallen from her hands and barrelling through her three friends toward Hange. “I was sent to deliver a message to the Commander, who then entrusted me to get this to you Section Commander!” The girl spoke without breathing, and you absently wondered if this was her first time delivering a message. Before realising that yeah, this was most likely her first time delivering a message.

Good for her.

The girl borderline folded in half at the waist as she bowed, holding the scroll out for Hange with both open palms. You stifled a snort, pretending to pick at your lips to hide your smile.

Levi had been borderline completely silent throughout this entire exchange, not having much to say. However, that didn’t mean his eyes didn’t work. He noticed every little thing you did, every little micro-expression you made, whether it be concern, confusion, determination, and now hidden amusement. It warmed him that you could still smile at things, despite everything. 

“Uh, okay then… excellent work!” Hange seemed a little taken aback by the girl’s formal enthusiasm, but swiftly replaced the scroll with a baked potato from the supply crate, and you watched as Sasha all but melted on the spot, before taking one of the largest bites you’d ever seen a human being take out of anything, half wondering if she had Titan genes.

“So, who the hell was Nick talking about?” You turned your attention back to the conversation at hand, asking the three who already seemed to know her what was on everyone else’s minds.

“She was the smallest one in our class,” Eren answered, crouching to secure his boots.

“Golden hair, blue eyes. In fact… she was kinda cute.” You had to double take to make sure you actually heard that correctly. 

“The girl who’s always hanging around Ymir.” Mikasa clarified, and you looked at Hange just as their eyes widened. 

“Wh– Excuse me?” That had triggered something in their brain, but whatever that may have been, you guessed you would find out at a later date. Another quick glance around the room told you nobody else had quite had that same reaction. But that’s normal for Hange. 

You watched them stare in contemplation for a moment, before brushing off whatever they were thinking, clearly filing it away for later. But with everyone standing around, it was starting to irritate you that nothing was being done. “Alright, no point in doing nothing, start loading up supplies onto the lifts.” It was better than nothing, right? And it was nice to know people still regarded you with some kind of authority, as footsteps instantly started echoing off the stone walls. Hange helpfully took a seat on one of those crates, pulling at the string from around the paper handed to them by Sasha. Glancing to a smaller box of food to your left, you carried it under your arm, handing it off to Moblit who nodded at you in thanks. 

“That the background report?” You asked, leaning against their shoulder slightly, skim-reading the first few paragraphs.

“Yeah… yeah it is.”

“Background report?” Eren asked, his head almost comically popping up from behind one of the crates he was trying to lift.

“Ah, yeah. I asked for a background report on Annie Leonhart. It was a lot slower than I was hoping for, what with paper trails being a total catastrophe at the moment, but according to this, there were two other cadets in the 104th who came from the same area. One Reiner Braun and Bertholdt Hoover.” Hange looked up from their paper, surveying the three before them. You, however, turned to Sasha, who’d looked as if she’d seen a ghost.

Too many revelations in one night. Too much information revealed in such a short amount of time. Levi kept his eye on Eren, the boy already having suffered enough. And no, whilst his own comments didn’t help settle the teens nerves, he also knew what was necessary to get through to him. He didn’t want to have to keep jabbing at him, and if this mission wasn’t so crucial, he wouldn’t have to. But with this perhaps being the only shot at sealing the wall they would get, he didn’t regret being harsh on him. Even if it had earned him some dirty looks from you.

Hange continued; “Don’t have many records about them, and any records we do have are unreliable, thanks to the chaos five years ago. However…” Placing the paper down on a makeshift table, Hange pointed to the skeleton of the scouting formation, “We do know in the long range scouting formation, their unit was given false information, among those intentionally misled into thinking Eren was in the right wing.” You felt a migraine coming on, your head starting to pulse ever so slightly, which considering your situation and circumstances, you couldn’t be surprised.

Though, out of instinct, your eyes slid to Levi and his surroundings, just to make sure it wasn’t the bond telling you he was in some kind of danger. Which, taking note of what was next to and behind him, he wasn’t. Just a normal migraine. You didn’t know which was worse at this point. At least you could do something about him being in danger.

–What?– Walls, he still sounded irritated.

–Nothing. Just a headache.– You weren’t about to admit that you were staring at him to make sure he was okay. If you were anything, you were petty. 

Levi already knew about the headache, he could feel it himself. He also knew why you suddenly looked over at him. He hated that his heart softened slightly. He was still livid with you for fuck’s sake. But the way you instantly looked to make sure he wasn’t in harm’s way…

How was he supposed to be okay with you riding to battle without him by your side?

“Wait just a second… that’s the section Annie attacked!” Armin realised, causing Sasha to almost break her neck by whipping her head to look at him. 

“What? What does that mean?” She asked, barely able to keep her voice from shaking. 

“Well… it’s entirely plausible that they told her where they thought Eren was…”

“Huh…? But why would they do that…?” The poor girl asked, her head tilted to one side. You thought she was kind of sweet, in her own way.

Glancing to Hange, who had already put the pieces together before you, they nodded in confirmation to where you’d just ended up with your thoughts. Reiner Braun and Bertholt Hoover were the most possible candidates for the Armoured and Colossal Titans. 

“Where are you going with this Armin? You can’t just accuse–” Eren started what clearly was about to become a heated argument, before he was interrupted by the scientist at your side.

“I totally agree. There’s a difference between coincidence and correlation,” –but didn’t they just confirm your thoughts?– “However, I’m curious to know how the three interacted whilst training. So? What can you tell me?”

As per usual, it was Armin who spoke first. “I knew Reiner and Bertholdt were from the same region as Annie, but honestly? They never seemed that friendly toward each other.”

“Same here,” Eren continued. “You wouldn’t really catch them idly chatting away, and even when they did talk, it was usually curt. It wasn’t like Annie was very social to begin with.” 

You tried to stop your bubbling hatred at the way they were talking about the Female Titan as if she were a normal human girl, and not some twisted psychopath who’d ripped your family to shreds. But it was proving difficult.

“Yeah… at meals, she seemed to prefer eating by herself. I don’t know…” Sasha thought for a moment, before her face lit up and she slapped her own fist, an idea popping into her head. “Oh! I think I've got something that struck me as weird at the time!”

Okay. Sweet? Yes. Any sense of urgency or necessary words in a sentence? No.

“I heard she liked sweets!” 

Seriously? You sighed heavily. 

“I’ve got nothing…” Mikasa began, before her eyes lit up slightly too. You guessed that was her own version of slapping her hand in realisation. “Except maybe that–”

“Guys, what are we doing? These are our friends we’re talking about. Our comrades. Sure, Bertholdt never has a lot to say, but Reiner’s like everyone’s big brother, ya know?”

No, actually, you wouldn’t know. You had a little brother, and you couldn’t remember a single thing about him. Not even his face. Not even his name. 

“You really think he’s capable of lying to us?” Eren finished with a surprising amount of conviction for someone who’d seen first hand the devastation the Female left in her wake. 

“Not only that,” you chimed in. “But how would Leonhart have known to change course? Hange said that unit was fed false intel, so how could she possibly have known where we actually were?” It was a question more to provoke thought than to disprove theories, to get further answers flowing, because how could she have known?

“You both have a point. Reiner fought Annie with everything he had. Almost got himself squeezed to a pulp in the process. And as for–” Armin stopped dead in his tracks, as if remembering something. 

“Armin?” You prompted, causing the blond to raise his head again. 

“He broke free at the last minute… but afterwards, Annie changed her course. In fact, she ran straight toward where you were. I briefly mentioned that you were most likely towards the centre rank but there was no way she could possibly have heard me. She wasn’t in earshot at the time, I’m sure of it.” For someone who’s words carried such conviction, Armin really had to work on his tone sounding unsure of himself. His mind truly was brilliant, as was his memory, it seemed.

“Do you remember if he seemed overly interested in Eren’s location?” You pressed, knowing you were almost to the bottom of how the fuck Leonhart found your squad. And with what looked like dawning realisation, you knew you had your answer.

“Oh no… the only reason I brought it up was because Reiner asked where Eren might be…” You had to fight the instinct to cross the room and envelope the kid in a hug. This wasn’t his fault, he had no way of knowing. You of all people could understand misplaced blame, and you knew he’d be blaming himself. “There’s… something else. Once he broke free, she stood there staring at her palm, possibly–”

“Looking at whatever Reiner had just carved into it with his blades, right?” You felt the familiar fire of battle rise in your gut, now more ready than ever to take on the fucker who lead your friends straight to their deaths. 

Armin nodded in confirmation and with a hint of what you thought was gratitude that he didn’t have to say it out loud. “Maybe… maye Reiner is…”

The room fell stagnant, Levi briefly noticing that you could hear the whispers of the dead if you listened hard enough. He could feel your iron determination in his stomach and it only worsened his pool of dread. Convincing you not to do this might be harder than he initially thought. 

“What is wrong with you all…?” Eren began, looking desperately between his friends. “This is Reiner we’re talking about. The man’s been with us from the beginning. You don’t just–”

“Enough!” Hange interrupted, commanding an impressive amount of the room’s attention with one order. You couldn’t help but admire them briefly. “All of you, listen up. If you cross paths with the pair in question, don’t give them any indication of what we’ve discussed, okay? And under no circumstances are you to bring up Annie Leonhart in their company. Before we can ascertain whether or not they were co-conspirators, we must find, lure and contain them underground. That’s the plan, are we clear?”

The room was a well orchestrated chorus of “Yes, clear.” before once again soldiers started busying themselves around you.

“Right, we have to go. Now!” The sheer, stony determination in Eren’s voice brought a flare of pride to your chest. He’d just found out the entire room was suspecting one of his greatest friends as an enemy of humanity and he was still as ready as ever to gallop off into action. 

“Calm down, Eren.” 

How many times had you heard those words in exactly that tone? You glanced back to see Levi looking between the three, a hand still clasped at the jacket around his shoulders. “I need you all to listen. This is where we separate. Erwin had his reasons for throwing this rag-tag squad together, but right now this is all riding on you.”

You wanted to slap him. As if the kid needed any more fucking pressure.

“Armin, you and Hange are the brains. Use your combined knowledge to cook us up some kind of solution,” He barely waited for a response from the blond before moving on. “Mikasa, I don’t think I’ll ever understand why you’re so attached to this guy in particular but put your skills to good use. Protect him at all costs.”

Your suspicions about her own bond only solidified with her answer. “Sir, I intend to.” You could see how her and Levi were related in some way.

“And you,” he turned to Eren and you saw him flinch slightly. You imagined not many people could make him flinch, having a fighting spirit like his, but you also weren’t too surprised that one of those few people just so happened to be your partner. “Don’t fuck this up.” 

Great. Now you wanted to kick him as well. 

“Check your emotions, Eren,” you clenched your jaw when Levi glanced at you with a look of purpose only you could see. “Learn the meaning of the word restraint. If you let yourself succumb to blind rage all hope is lost. We can’t afford another mistake.” You borderline snarled as you felt each one of his words against your gut. You fucking knew he wasn’t just talking to Eren. You knew he was sending those messages to you too. But you weren’t succumbing to blind rage. For the first time since that day, you were seeing clearly. You knew what you had to do. This wasn’t some passionate, miscalculated display of fury. This was what was necessary in order for yourself, and humanity, to move on. 

“Alright everyone, we move out in five. Everyone, check your gear and any supplies you think you’ll need!” Moblit called out above the slight din. And so you left down the steps to do just that. To find a quiet room to check your gear and engage in possibly the hardest fight in your life so far.

Because there was only one thing more terrifying than a Titan, and he just so happened to be the other half of your soul.

You heard him before you saw him, uneven, thunderous footsteps echoing down the hallway before Levi’s hand slapped the door so hard you felt the tingles of pain in your own palms. Those extra few seconds gave you time to prepare for whatever was about to happen.

He slammed the door behind him, rending not the jumped response he was expecting from you. That did not bode well.

“You’re not going.” 

“You physically cannot stop me.”

“It’s an order.”

You stopped fastening the belts to your thighs, savouring the sharp burn over your stitches. “Then I guess this is insubordination.” You responded firmly, before moving onto the next strap. You’d made up your mind. You were going, and that was final.

“You’re fucking kidding me, right? Were you not listening?”

“Nope. You can’t stop me doing this, ‘Vi. Nothing can stop me from doing this. If this is a step closer to understanding what’s going on, then I have to help them take it.”

“Even if that means risking your life?”

You scoff, not looking up from the straps on your legs. Though you weren’t doing a lot with them, just mindlessly checking them with faux importance. “Levi, every step outside those walls we risk our lives. Why is this any different?”

“Fuck, do I really have to spell it out for you?” 

“You’re asking me to put this relationship above fighting for humanity?” 

“Yes!” He answered before even thinking about it. 

You both fell silent, staring at each other. Because in the end, that’s what this came down to. Choosing between him or humanity. You always thought you would choose him. Fuck the world, fuck the Titans, fuck everything. It could all burn if it meant you could stay with him. 

But that was before Levi gave you a reason to keep fighting. If anything, he only had himself to blame. “You of all people should know that’s not possible.” It was a spiteful, venomous jab of a comment, but there was no room left for sympathy in you right now. “There has to be meaning…” you whispered, and you could feel him stop, the fight draining from his heart.

“There will–”

“No. There won’t. Not if I don’t make sure of it. You told me… you told me we keep fighting to give their deaths meaning. So let me fight. Please, Levi. I have to. Because I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to continue if everytime I get hurt I fucking hide. If I can walk, I can fight.

“And I’m walking pretty damn well.”

Levi ran a hand through his hair. He knew this would happen eventually. Knew there would be a time where you would have to run into a battle without him, it was inevitable in the Scouts, and he was only human. 

But not yet. 

Not now. 

He thought you were fucking dead days ago. He thought he’d lost you. Having you close was the only way of knowing you weren’t dead. The bond hadn’t helped that day, what had helped was seeing you alive. 

What if he never saw you alive again?

“I can’t let you do this… If something happened and I wasn’t there–”

“Then you’d be dead too, so it doesn’t matter anyway.”

Silence.

“How can you fucking say that…? How can you say that after what happened…? We don’t even know if that’s how it works and you’re still willing to risk it?” It was a kind of betrayal Levi didn’t think he’d ever felt before. Because this was you choosing to go away. You were choosing to leave him behind and risk the bond, risk him. Because no matter what happened, bond or no bond, if you died, he would die too.

You’d been too caught up in your grief to really think about it. Being the one to almost die, the one unconscious, you hadn’t thought about what it was like for him, hearing your voice fade from his head, feeling your presence disappear from within his chest. You hadn’t thought about it, and your constant companion of guilt thrived because of it.

“Levi…”

“Don’t. That doesn’t matter.”

You tried to reach for him, but he stepped back. “You know, Erwin told me what you said your biggest fear was. Was it a lie?”

Tears pricked your eyes, whether from the all too real wound burning on your thigh from how tight you’d pulled the strap, or the all too real wound burning in your heart, you couldn’t tell. “...No, ‘Vi. It wasn’t a lie.”

When he finally met your gaze, you had to look away. You’d never seen him look so vulnerable, so torn apart. “Then why are you doing this?”

Why were you hurting him so fucking badly?

“You know why.”

Because it would only get worse if you didn’t do this. And you would never be able to forgive yourself. 

–I love you…–

“Then prove it…!” he begged, uncaring about the desperation breaking in his voice. “Stay…”

He knew the second he’d said it, you’d already made up your mind.

“...I can’t.”

His eyes widened slightly, taking a moment to comprehend what you’d just said and the meaning behind it. 

“Then what are we still doing?” 

Your entire world shattered with those words. You had no response, nothing to give him. You’d found yourself at a crossroads, two paths stretching either side. 

“What do you mean…?” you asked, too afraid to raise your voice higher than a whisper. 

Anger had fueled his words. Anger and hurt. He didn’t know how to get you to see, how to get you to back down from this. No amount of begging or pleading could get you to change your mind, so where was the point? His soul screamed at him to change his mind, but he ignored it. Wordlessly, Levi turned and left you there. For the first time in his life, he was walking away from you.

Gritting your teeth against your tears, it took you a second to push down your emotions. If you were really going to do this, you needed all your focus on the mission. Not on Levi. Wiping a stray tear from your cheek with the heel of your palm, you tried to pull on the bond between you, only to find no tension. He’d sealed his mind off from you, and you honestly couldn’t blame him.

You could fix this, right? You could… you could go on the mission, come back and talk about it, right? You had to. You didn’t have a choice. 

With a tug of finality on the last buckle on your thigh, you stood. And with a resolve you didn’t know you could muster right now, you strode down a path, hoping to fuck it was the right one. 

#the ackerbond #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x reader smut #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman #levi smut #levi x reader #levi x reader smut #levi attack on titan #levi aot #levi #levi x y/n #levi x you #shingeki no kyoujin #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x female reader

[peace-for-levi]

golden hour

{sometimes i get ideas for drabbles that aren't long enough to be chapters, or oneshots. this was going to be a side chapter/drabble of morgen, but i didn't like where it was headed so i rewrote it. pls accept my garbage, i wrote this in ~45 mins}

cw: i have projected!!!!!! my abandonment issues onto levi lmao. anxiety, trauma, very slight possessiveness (but not to the point it's unhealthy) references to smut from the night prior. so mdni! finale pt. 1/manga spoilers!!!

w/c: 1201

taglist: @levmada @poisonpeche @jayteacups @happybird16 @theferricfox @sckerman @whattheheckmidoriya @notgoodforlife @anlian-aishang @unadulteratedtreecrusade @nelapanela94 (i honestly forget who's in my taglist??)

Levi Ackerman doesn't know peace. He is a man most acquainted with strife and sacrifice.

The void left in his heart after the Rumbling is gaping and steep. It pulls him into the dark, with little hope of anything good ever happening. Maybe he doesn't deserve it; maybe he isn't meant to have nice things. That's what the cynical side of him says. But then again, cynicism was all he ever had. Negativity, doubt... As a soldier, he always had to err on the side of caution.

So the idea of you laying in his arms, flush to his bare chest, is something so foreign to him. Levi can hardly believe his eyes.

Sunlight filters through the windows, casting rays and lighting up the room. Shining on you, he finally takes you -- and all your wonder -- in and he breathes easy.

He pulls you closer. Where is the next threat? When, even?

This is too good to be true.

You stir in his embrace and he relaxes, allowing you to fidget and stretch as needed. Your dewy and damp hair from last night clings to your forehead. Dirt doesn't repulse him too much anymore, he thinks. Well, not if it's you. He flicks the stray hairs dangling in your eyes away, and blows the rest away gently. Now he sees you.

He gasps when you smile in your hazy state, snuggling closer.

"Mornin'," you sigh.

"Mm." He doesn't mean for it to come across as a grunt. "Good morning. Sleep well?"

The gravelly baritone of his morning voice sends shivers down your spine. "Ohhhhh yeah."

It would be hard not to sleep well after last night, but he will stay on alert. He had his night of fun. Now it's time to get back to business. But what business does he have left? The teashop? It's closed today. Maybe cleaning the kitchen. Oh wait, you did a spring clean of it last night.

He sighs, heavily. It's hard to go from always having a task to do, to nothing at all. He can't lose his edge, it's too soon. It's barely been a few years. If he loses his edge, what happens then? What if you slip through his fingers? What if you realize that your time could be spent elsewhere, fulfilling whatever dreams you may have?

Not that he'd stop you, it's just…

I just don't have anyone else, he thinks, selfishly.

He must stay alert and aware all the time. He gave into desire last night when he could have been doing something more productive. If you continued to see how good he was, you'd continue to need him, hopefully. He needed you to rely on him, to need him, so that way, you'd always come back to him and you'd be in his life.

"You're shaking."

He's snapped out of his toxic train of thoughts. "Hmm?"

"When you tense your muscles, though it's faint, you shake, and…" you lean in closer, ear to his chest, "well, I feel it a lot more since I'm right next to you."

He sweeps his hand to cradle your head, wanting to keep you there.

"Sorry, guess I'm just…"

You peek up at him. "Just what?"

"Tch… Just forget it."

You blink owlishly. Sheesh, you only wanted to open a line of communication with him. But even after all those years, even when (an unsteady) peace between Eldia and Marley was established, he keeps his walls up. He doesn't know that it's okay to start taking down those bricks, however slow or long it may take him to.

The birds are chirping a song outside, perched on the sill. You smile softly, listening. "Do you hear them?"

"Yeah."

You try to wiggle out of his arms. "Relax, and listen to them. They're trying to talk to us, maybe." You search for his eyes.

"Yeah, they say you need a shower."

Despite his joke, his pupils are trained on the door into the hall of your shared apartment. The poor man, is all you think; a tortured soul who's not used to reprieve and doesn't know how to accept the rest he deserves. Always on the lookout.

You shimmy out entirely of his grasp and sit up. Though faint, you don't miss the bit of resistance he put up. You purse your lips in thought. Coax him out of it. That's always been your go-to method of trying to get him to open up.

A small nudge in the right direction.

"Last night was fun."

He had started to hum with the birds up until then. He peers back and he turns fully to face you. "Good, I'm glad. I feel the same."

"So feel it," you insist. "I think you don't allow yourself to enjoy the nice things in life."

He scoffs, in denial. "I'd hardly consider this a pleasant "morning after" experience."

"Not when you keep yourself so guarded and cagey, no."

Whatever scoff or smirk he tried to force fell flat. He averts his gaze, sensing a lecture. But when you move to ruffle his slowly thinning hair, his milky and grey eyes find yours. You smile sadly at the grey hairs you spot.

"I'm fine, I'm okay, Levi. You don't need to worry about me, ever. So rest. It's just us, now."

He scoffs, again, and turns his back to you. You flop down and trace the pads of your fingers over his muscles. You trace every scar and blemish; every cut and piece of skin so torn, it can hardly repair itself back to "normal."

He's always been the most human of the lot, and the most scarred (in more ways than one.) He carries the scars with him. The anguished fallen, the courageous subordinates he never got to apologize to. He carries them with him. Like how he carries his former squad, Erwin and Hange.

"Put down your swords now, Levi, the war is over. Take off the armour, too, that shit gets heavy."

He swallows thickly. "What about you? What if you're ever in danger? With my body like this, I ca–"

"Leave the sword at your feet, then. Pick it up when you need to," you soothe. You lean down to kiss him. When his shoulders creak, you giggle. "See, you're getting old! We should resting now."

I just can't be alone. Not after everything that's happened, he thinks.

"'We'," he parrots. "What about when you get bored living with a cripple?"

What will I do when you leave me?

"Well, no one else can make Sunday morning pancakes like you!"

He smiles for the first time now, his lips curling with bliss. He has to internally fight the urge to tense. "Don't make it out that pancakes are an achievement… Then again, I have never seen someone so god-awful at flipping."

He rolls onto his back now. You lower a hand to his scarred, pallid cheek. You smooth a thumb under his milky eye. As gently as you can manage, you sink back into his arms.

"So as long as you'll have me, I won't be leaving any time soon."

You don't miss the thick swallow and the trembling lips.

"I'm staying right here, 'Vi."

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ rbs and comments always appreciated!! ♡

#levi ackerman #levi x reader #husbando tag<3 #levi ackerman x reader #snk levi #aot levi #captain levi #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman angst #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #lol might delete this what did i just cough up

[jayteacups]

Another picrew tag game bc why not <3

Thought this was cute! A couple moots on discord were talking about how there hasn’t really been many tag games lately so a bunch are coming in so here is my contribution 😂 have fun!!

Picrew link

Tagging: @postwarlevi @happybird16 @levmada @hauntedhousecat @poisonpeche @darlingheichou @chaotic-nick @delphi-thefairy @nelapanela94 @peace-for-levi @sckerman @flamingblinglove @ack3rlady @m-jelly @inmymusing + anyone who sees this!

#tag game #picrew

[captainleviswifee]

Damn I want to tie Levi up on a chair...am I crazy or what?

Minors don't interact!

artists: @poisonpeche, @levihxichou

With his consent of course

#attack on titan #levi ackerman #captain levi #aot #levi aot #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin

[levmada]

What are the Levi x Reader fics Recommendations you have? (Characters close to how they are in canon). Mature fics are okay.

i dont read nearly enough but here are my recs that i can think of!!!

Silver Soul (and anything... Afterglow... In the Land of Gods and Monsters) by @bibblelevi . all of sar's content is MUAH gold.

Levi and his Second learn to live in a world without a war as they pine for each other in silence and manage his tea shop.

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And So It Begins (canonverse; soft Levi) and Between the Pages (canonverse; slightly domestic; fluffy) by @jayteacups and a TON of their other blurbs/drabbles/oneshots. Such a vivid, poetic style. And that first fic made me cry no cap.

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

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The Carnivore by Captain Degenerate on ao3 (Levi enters the modern universe; slow-burn). my comfort fic. not totally in character imo, but the plot makes up for it.

Trying to survive the meaningless void that is existing in the modern world, your peaceful days are left behind when you find an unconscious man on the street.

Dressed unconventionally and clueless about the world you live in, you mistake him for a refugee and decide to take him in for the night.

Cue the rest of your life.

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Ackerbond by @levi-my-beloved (canonverse; amazing out of this world thorough take on my headcanons)

After a night spent on paperwork and tea, something in Levi shifts drastically, something he can’t exactly pinpoint. All he knows, is that he has to keep you safe. No matter what.

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this fic by @poisonpeche (dadvi; modern au). im such a sucker for dadvi and their style of writing is so intense it just GRIPS you. alla is also fairly new to tumblr, so go support!

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Leather and Scales by @happybird16 (hot as hell. i died. bondage with mer!levi)

Levi had been surprised at first, when you’d asked to fuck him. He doesn’t think he’s ever been upside down before, much less seen so much leather prior to today.

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Give and Take by @1252291 (pwp; riding Levi's face) and all of their aot works.

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Kinktober Day 12 by @anlian-aishang (dadvi; lactation kink) because it is one of the hottest things i've ever read goodbye

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With the Musicbox in the Candlelight by @wall-maria-fritz (canonverse; canon-divergence; gripping as hell). UGH just. i have a soft spot for Levi being vulnerable and his rage mode. UGHHHH i cant explain it i just love this fic to pieces.

Kenny the Ripper has discovered the ultimate carrot to his stick– Levi’s fiancée. Levi races to rescue her; out for blood and on a rampage. Nothing but a humble baker, and none the wiser for all the horrors that Levi’s job entails, Reader witnesses the darkest, most monstrous sides of her betrothed that she was unprepared to see.

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extra:

‼️The Two of Them‼️ by fuchsiaring on ao3

It roils in his chest: desperate, aching, empty. It sears his throat, stings his eyes. He’s dizzy with it, how it hurts, how he needs it. It burns like a wound, sweet like the summer breeze, and Levi relishes, lets it swell, lets it overtake him. --OR-- 5 times Levi cries during sex + 1 time he doesn’t

THIS ONE THIS ONE!!!!! This is't LevixReader but it's my fav eruri fic of all time and will never stop screaming about it when it comes up. I can't put into words how fucking amazing, gut-wrenching, hot, and heart warming it is. the best ever.

possibly my fav fic of all time???

#kane has mail #hhh i dont read nearly enough fanfic i now realize #but do support these wonderful creators

[postwarlevi]

Iiiiiiiit's piccrew time!

This is the first couple one I came across, I will do more later!

Sometimes I just need to be held by Levi, you know?

tagging: @happybird16 @nelapanela94 @hauntedhousecat @levisbrat25 @levmada @theferricfox @whattheheckmidoriya @yakaaamoz @ack3rlady @levi-supreme @hashaneeee @darlingheichou @poisonpeche @jayteacups @chaotic-nick @charlotteplsdosth @anlian-aishang @m-jelly @porcogalliardenthusiast @xttxck

and whoever else wants! That's enough tags LOL but it's been a minute so...sorry!

#picrew #leviza #hope ya'll want to do more #i'll try to plan the others soon!

[happybird16]

Road Trip Tierlist!

Which Aot characters do you think you could tolerate on a road trip? Rank them here

Levi would bitch the entire time but I love him so it's fine

Best group imo would be Marco + Sasha + Connie + Jean. Snacks, laughs, and great music!

Initially wanted to murder Zeke but I thought it'd be funnier with his abandonment issues to just ditch him

Edit: you can use this for another fandom if you want just tag me please!

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OH MY GOD?!? SO WAIT. RHATS GOTTA BE ABOVE AVG RIGHT?!? THATS ABT AS BIG AS MY EX (in terms of how close the the belly button) AND HE WAS LIKE 8INCHES?!?

ABD AND AND AND AND LOOK AT THE TITS ON THAT MAN PLEASE LEVI I JUST-

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[levi-my-beloved]

The Ackerbond (Shorts 1): The End and The Beginning

Pairing: Canon!Levi x F!Reader

Warnings: none i don't think, just heavy grief and drinking

A/N: uh... hey. i'm back :3

once again as always thank you @peace-for-levi for beta-reading for me. my literal knight in shining armour when it comes to these :3 love you boo

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It wasn’t like you to doubt your captain. He’d never lead you astray this far. Sure, he was a fan of taking risks that always seemed to pay off in the end, and his gambles always seemed thoughtless at first (until you realised his long game) but this seemed a little extreme. You tailed him as he strode to the courtyard, the rest of your squad too following behind. He looked formidable in front of you. Captain Erwin Smith. The confirmed next Commander of the Scouts.

Whenever Shadis decided to throw in the towel anyway. 

You’d never once questioned him in his gambles, always putting your complete faith in his decisions. But dragging renowned criminals up from the bowels of the Underground City and trying to force them into a military career they had no choice in… that was bold, even for him. 

The glare of sunlight made you squint as stone greeted your boots, apprehensive expressions and concerned muttering littered the square. Nobody really knew what was going on, or why it was happening. Only that there would be some unexpected new blood. 

It was only Hange who seemed unreasonably excited, waving you over the moment you were at ease. You crossed quickly, glancing around to see if you could spot the newcomers. Moblit, as per usual, seemed utterly beside himself with worry. Nifa, too, was chewing on her nails. You assumed Nanaba was off somewhere being wooed by Miche. 

As per usual.

“Woah, what’s with the stress Nifa? I can fucking smell it radiating off you,” you commented. 

Hange instantly throwing their arm around your shoulders as you stood with the little group. “Been taking lessons from Miche?” She quipped back weakly, her nerves getting the better of her. 

You would almost pity the girl if her stress made sense. 

“Did you not hear the rumours? They’re criminals. From the Underground! Why aren’t you stressed?” She squeaked, eyes darting like a scared animal.

“Hange doesn’t seem to be worried.” You pointed out your friend who seemed almost drunk off excitement.

“Worried?! How could anyone be worried? This is the most exciting thing that’s happened in MONTHS! Fresh meat, street meat at that. Who wouldn’t be excited?!”

“I think calling them ‘street meat’ is a surefire way to get yourself stabbed…” you said sceptically, folding your arms as Hange started to shake your shoulders, unable to control themselves. 

“Hange please…” 

You’d never seen her companion look so tired. Poor Moblit, he didn’t exactly have the easiest job. Hange was notorious for running experiments, with or without the Commander’s permission. Everytime they were caught, they’d claim it was ‘for science!’ and to ‘advance humanity!’ Naturally, your captain condoned her work. But this just added more stress on Moblit’s shoulders.

“Stand there and don’t do anything.” Your group whirled to the raised platform at the sound of Commander Shadis’ voice, Hange’s eyes popping out their head as the three newcomers lined up. Two of them looked happy to be there. The other one looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but there. 

“Oh shit, that’s them,” you muttered, eyeing them each individually. Glancing back to your friends, you swore Nifa looked like she was about to faint. Moblit’s eyes were predictably on Hange, who you swore was fucking drooling. 

“You’re so fucking weird, Hans– no. don’t wave! What the fuck are you do– oh my Walls!” You gave up trying to fight their hands down, instead pinching your brow in utter embarrassment. You heard a familiar cackle from behind you.

“The fuck are you doing, Hange?” 

You were saved by Nanaba sauntering over with Miche in tow. You didn’t even want to know what they’d been up to before coming here. Though you were surprised when Miche split off to talk to Erwin. 

“Making us all look fucking weird in association to them, how’s your morning going?” 

“Oh, you know, each day that passes brings me closer to death.”

“A ball of sunshine, truly.” You snorted as she came to stand next to you. You’d avoided looking back to the trio on the platform, desperate to keep some of your dignity, but it was unavoidable now.

Oh, how you fucking wished it was still avoidable. “Great. They’re all looking. Hange, the middle one’s actually fucking sneering, would you cut it out?” You clipped them across the back of their head, Nanaba barking a laugh behind you. For once, Hange actually listened, and dropped their hands. 

“He’s not sneering, he’s smiling. Look!” 

“I’m surprised there’s a girl to be honest.” It was the first time Moblit had spoken properly, and you almost wanted to slap him.

“What, because dangerous criminals can’t be women?” You asked, more than ready to start a fist fight. But he looked instantly apologetic, frantically waving his hands in front of him.

“No, no, no, that’s not what I meant at all! It’s just, well, most women tend to become escorts or prostitutes just to make money. They have nothing to sell, so they sell their bodies to survive. In fact, most of them don’t survive. There’s no form of abortions or preventative teas down there, so most either die in childbirth since they’re too weak, or their bodies never recover and they die from diseases. 

“Not only that, but most paying customers won’t go for a pregnant woman, or a woman who’s just given birth, so starvation is also one of the main causes of death for women in the… uh, Underground.” Moblit turned a bright red as he noticed the entire group had fallen silent, stares of horrified bafflement all turned to him.

“I have so many questions right now,” Nanaba commented, confused.

“Yeah, the first one being how the fuck you know all this?” you asked, completely in awe of his knowledge.

“I, uh– did some research for Erwin before he started his mission. Looked into living conditions, economy, stock markets, that sort of thing. Unfortunately, in brothels, women are classed as stock.”

“That’s fucking awful. Why doesn’t the King do anything about this?” You’d never been more horrified. Seeing your first titan was nothing in comparison to hearing this. Your mouth dropped open, even Hange looked a little downtrodden.

“Not sure. Overpopulation?” Moblit offered meekly, still trying to calm his burning ears from his previous embarrassment. 

You huffed, turning back to look at the three on the platform. “Well, at least she managed to escape it. Hopefully her life will be better up here.” To your surprise, the young girl actually turned her head to look at you, her lips cracking up in a beaming grin. Her smile was infectious, and you found yourself grinning back.

“Wow. Already made a friend.” Hange nudged you with their elbow.

“I will hang you from the wall by the strap of your fucking glasses, I swear–”

“All soldiers line up!” You were rudely interrupted by the Section Commander onstage and the instant bustle of movement.

“Finish your threat later!” Hange called as you walked away from their line to find your own. Unable to muster a good response over the kerfuffle, you simply flipped them off as you walked away, earning yourself a look of disapproval from Erwin.

“Hange.” Seemed to be all the explanation he needed to understand with a quiet ‘ah’ as you took up your position in the line. 

Your eyes fell to the newcomers, instantly caught off guard by the middle one borderline glaring at you. You straightened yourself up and glared right back, a silent battle of wills commencing as the soldier onstage addressed the ranks. He raised a thin brow, you followed suit. He set his jaw, yours tensed just as much. It was only when he went to introduce himself did he finally look away, almost rolling his eyes.

“Levi.”

At least his introduction was short. You had to physically refrain from making an internal joke about his height. 

“Squad Leader Flagon! You will be taking on these three as part of your own squad, thus you will show them to their barracks and commence their training instantly.” 

You internally cringed. Why, the fuck, did Shadis and Erwin think that Flagon would be the best fit for these three. Surely anyone else would be better suited. Why didn’t Erwin fucking take them on and make them a part of your squad? 

His decisions really did make no sense sometimes. 

“Sir!” Flagon saluted, though you could tell by the clench of his fist behind his back, he wasn’t exactly thrilled. Hange, on the other hand, couldn’t have looked more excited. These poor criminals had no idea what they were walking into. Turns out they were in more danger here then they were down there, with Hange on the prowl.  

“Soldiers dismissed!” You saluted in unison with the rest of the courtyard, most making any excuse to leave instantly after the dismissal.

“Sooooooo? Whaddya think?!” Hange sidled up to you, Nanaba and Nifa chatting to each other as they, too, made their way over. You threw a glance back to the trio currently being talked at by Flagon. None of them looked engaged. The girl kept looking around with an excited smile; Isabel was her name. Farlan, the taller guy, kept trying to hold a conversation with the Squad Leader, but it very much looked like a half-hearted attempt. And Levi, once again, looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here. 

“I mean, they look like soldiers enough. Though isn’t Isabel a bit young? She only looks twelve,” you murmured, a little worried they’d allowed a child to join the Scout Regiment. The moment you turned away, you felt holes in the back of your head, and you snapped back to see Levi glaring at you. Again. “Not entirely sure what his problem is though…” You shivered despite yourself.

“Awww, maybe he’s just got a crush!” You snorted in disbelief.

“Hange, that is not the look of somebody who has a crush. That’s the look of somebody who would like to see my blood dyeing his fucking curtains.” 

Oh, he could absolutely hear you. Though, you didn’t know if that was a bad thing. In a split second he looked a little taken aback, searching your face, before looking away back to the conversation. 

“Now look at what you’ve done. You’ve upset him!” Hange lamented, just as Nanaba and Nifa joined the two of you.

“Think it might take more than that to upset the most notorious criminals of the Underground City since Kenny the Ripper,” Nanaba flattened, giving Hange a look of disdain before glancing back at the new trio. “Honestly? I don’t trust them. Fucking criminals? The hell was Erwin thinking? Whoever rooms with them is gonna wind up dead!” 

Looking at them? You doubted that. One was just a kid. Younger than every new cadet in the corps. The other, Farlan, looked pleasant enough. Not unlike Erwin with his disarmingly charming smiles. But Levi?

Yeah, he could definitely kill someone in their sleep. 

“Bit dramatic. don’t ya think? Two of them seem… I don’t think nice is the right word, but–”

“Less murderous than the other one?”

“Exactly!” You snapped your fingers to Hange, who sent you a wink. You looked back just as Flagon started to walk away, calling after the trio like dogs to heel. You snorted as the shorter one scoffed, never seeing somebody look so insulted in your life. You couldn’t blame him though. Flagon had that effect on people. 

“We should probably get ready, Hange. Likelihood is Flagon’s gonna want his whole squad there training. Though I can’t say I’m looking forward to it,” Nifa sighed, nervously chewing on her cuticles. You had half a mind to slap her hand down from her lips. 

“I. Am. Ecstatic! Oh, I cannot wait to see what these guys can do. You know, from what I’ve heard, they taught themselves everything! Like, the inner workings of the ODM gear, the blade mechanisms, and apparently they could even out manoeuvre some of the best Scouts. It was only thanks to Miche that the little one– oh, what was his name…”

“L–”

“Levi! Yes, that’s it, Levi. It was only thanks to Miche that Levi was actually caught. Honestly, I reckon once he saw his friends captured, he just gave up. Noble of him, no?”

Nanaba barked a laugh, waving her hand dismissively. “Noble? Sure, for a rat.”

Something primal flipped in you, your legs itching to be anywhere but here. You felt unreasonably angry at her for saying that. To the point where if you didn’t find an excuse to leave, you would likely end up slapping her across the face.

“I, uh, need a shit or… something. I’ll catch up with you guys later.” You didn’t spare them a parting glance as you left for the barracks, trying to calm your adrenaline. 

You stopped dead upon hearing your name called from the men’s barracks, having only breezed past the door to get to your own room. You sighed heavily. That voice was Flagon’s. You knew it was. You could hear his infuriating tones from the training grounds. 

You back tracked, popping your head round the doorframe.

“Sir?”

“Have you seen Nifa? Or Hange? I need one of them to take the girl to her room.”

“But I’ve already told you! I don’t wanna go to–”

“Quiet!” 

You watched Isabel fold her arms petulantly, and you definitely put her age in the twelve to thirteen bracket.

“Uh, no I haven’t. Not since the courtyard,” you responded, staring at him blankly as he raised a brow of expectation. You looked around the room, confused before a sickly realisation dawned in your chest, and with a heavy sigh, you continued. “Sir.”

That seemed to stroke his ego enough. “Damnit, well I can’t go in there.”

You searched his face to see if he was being serious right now. Did he not notice what was standing right in front of him?

“Oh no, if only there was another woman around to take her to the women’s barracks,” you lamented sarcastically, flattening Flagon with a cold stare and just waiting for the message to sink in. He looked reluctant, but relinquished anyway.

“Fine. You take her then. I don’t care,” he spat, storming past you and knocking into your shoulder as he went. You genuinely couldn’t tell whether it was deliberate or an accident. You didn’t pay much mind, taking a moment to curb your frustration at the man before turning your attention back to the girl.

“You coming?” You raised a brow, nodding your head back to the door. Though she shook her head fervently.

“No! We’ve always stayed together, it’s not fair!” 

Your eyes widened slightly. Why the hell would she want to stay? The men’s barracks constantly stank of BO and shit. “I mean, you can stay here if you want,” you offered, knowing she would finally take the offer to come with you.

“Wait, really? Thank fuck! That Flagon guy kept saying I had to be with the women but that’s just not how things work with us.”

…Or not.

“Oh fuck I didn’t actually think you would say yes. No, you can’t stay here, and I’m kinda surprised you want to. It stinks to the Walls and back.” You scrunched your nose, glancing at your surroundings. Yep, this was definitely a men’s room. You saw Isabel about to open her mouth again in protest, before Farlan stepped in.

“Ah, sorry. We’ve just, never been separated before. Grouped together for survival down there and it’s gonna take some time for us to adjust,” he explained, scratching the back of his head. Somewhere in your mind, you registered how surprisingly sweet he was. A face you couldn’t say no to. Annoyingly.

You sighed heavily. “Look, if it puts you at ease, you can bunk in my dorm. We’ve had a bed spare for a while since– well, yeah, a while ago. I’ll get Nifa to find you some sheets and I’ll steal some pillows or something.” It was more of a mental checklist than intentionally telling them what you had planned. You trailed off, still thinking about what you had to do to get things ready for them, before your thoughts were interrupted.

“What happened? You said you’ve had a bed spare for a while. What happened?” It was the first time you’d heard him speak after just saying his own name. You raised your eyes to meet Levi’s, your expression falling solemn. 

“What always happens. Titans.” You didn’t mean to sound so hollow, but the room fell silent at the mention of what awaited you beyond the Walls. None of them had even seen a titan before. You wished you possessed that same blissful ignorance. Ilse didn’t. “Anyway,” you broke the silence awkwardly, “come on, I’ll show you to your bed. You guys can come too if you want, it might be nice to know how to get to each other easily. Only Flagon seems to be a stickler for rules here. Men are constantly in the women’s barracks, and vice versa.”

You were glad for the short hop to the opposite side of the small square, explaining the different wooden buildings to the three of them. “So, that’s your barracks, that one is laundry, washing up, all that shit, the one opposite is the main mess hall and kitchen, that track leads down to the training grounds which is where you’ll be later today, and thiiiiiiiiis–” you opened the door to the women’s side of the barracks, “–is where you’ll be staying. Quaint, no? Certainly smells better than the men’s.” You glanced at the two behind you. “Uh, no offence or anything.”

“None taken.” Okay that was definitely sarcastic. Even his glare was dripping with sarcasm. Yeah, Levi really needed to lighten up.

Out of courtesy, you knocked on your door before striding in, not actually listening for a response. You were lucky Nanaba wasn’t changing when you invaded her space.

“You know, there’s no real point in knocking if you’re not gonna listen to the response.” 

“I didn’t think anyone was in here!”

“Evidently.”

“I’m just showing the new kid to her bunk. Good news! We got a new roomie,” you grinned, though froze upon seeing her disgusted expression. Straightening up, you folded your arms. “Got a problem with that?” 

Unfortunately, Nanaba was never one to back down from a fight. Neither were you, which would often lead to some explosive arguments when you butted heads. “Yeah, I do. The fucking criminal? She still stinks like shit.” 

Your fury flared, eyes flashing dangerously at her arrogance. “I’d like to see you crawl up from the bowels of hell still smelling like roses,” you spat, gaze narrowing venomously on your roommate, who returned your animosity.

“I’m just saying, if she slits our throats in our sleep I’m going to fucking kill you.” 

You barked a sharp laugh of disbelief. “She’s a fucking kid, Nana. You know you don’t have to be a cunt about everything. You can just let things happen without opening your shitty, toxic mouth about it. If you don’t like it, find another dorm.”

“Are you serious right now?”

“Deadly fucking serious. So either get over yourself and stop being such a bitch, or leave. Two choices. Pick one. Because she’s staying.” You all but snarled. You’d never pegged Nanaba as being such an arrogant bitch about things like this. She’d always been pretty chilled out, so you had no idea where this was coming from. Before she could answer though, Isabel piped up from the bed, a little too meekly for your liking.

“It’s okay… I can find somewhere else. I don’t have to–”

“The hell you will. You’re staying.” Your tone held no room for argument. “Nanaba,” you prompted sharply. The woman strode up to you, her face inches from yours, scrutinising. Holding firm, you resisted the urge to push her back.

“This won’t bring her back, you know.”

You stopped dead, and the concept of breathing became merely that. A concept. 

“The fuck are you talking about…?” It was a stupid question. You already knew what she was talking about. Though there was no sympathy in her eyes. Only burning savagery.

“I get you wanting the empty space filled, but this won’t bring her back. Stop dragging us into your guilt fuelled–”

She didn’t finish. You didn’t let her finish. Before she could blink you shoved her against the wall, your arm against her throat. Not cutting off her airway, but enough for her to realise you could if you wanted to.

“Finish that sentence. I fucking dare you.” You’d didn’t usually let your anger get the better of you, nor that guilt she was talking about. Besides, she was still alive. Her body was never found. You were just waiting for the day she came home. 

“It’s been three years. She’s dead. Move. On.” 

You pulled off her with a sharp shove into her throat, levelling her with a piercing glare. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come on. I know everyone else is oblivious but I can see right through you. Y–”

“Nanaba, I'll give you thirty seconds to leave before I kick the ever-loving shit out of you.” 

She looked a little taken aback. You didn’t give out empty threats like that. Not ones you could easily achieve, and if two seconds ago was anything to judge you by, you saw her come to her own conclusion. “Fine. But if we all end up dead, know it will be your fault,” she hissed, her lip curling in disgust as her eyes slid to the kid next to you. 

Some wave of protectiveness hit you, and you stepped in front of her without thinking. Nanaba scoffed, before storming out, Farlan swiftly moving out of her way. Levi stayed put. You almost smiled at that.

The moment she was gone, you relaxed slightly, though your shoulders still tensed. “Sorry. About that. She’s not usually like that but–” you stopped dead as an unfamiliar warmth encased your side, Isabel’s arms wrapping around your middle. Your eyes bulged, not really knowing how to respond.

“Thank you,” she muffled into your arm. Your confusion melted into a warm smile. Who knew criminals could be so endearing?

“Don’t mention it. I should probably leave you to get settled in. I’ll come back for you when Flagon starts training. Should be in, like, an hour or so.” Understanding her cue, Isabel took her arms from you, though her eyes still sparkled with gratitude. You still had one question for her. “Out of curiosity… How old are you?” There was a little trepidation in your tone, almost too scared to ask out of fear of the answer.

“Fourteen!” she answered proudly. 

Your heart sank. “Oh my Walls, you really are just a kid… Erwin has so much to answer for,” you muttered, your words clipped. You turned only to be faced by the other two, having almost completely forgotten they were there. As if your display wasn’t embarrassing enough, you forgot the three most dangerous criminals to previously walk the Underground were there to witness it. Fan-fucking-tastic.

“You guys are welcome to stay. Or not. Honestly do what you want. Personally speaking, I couldn’t give less of a shit.” 

Drink. You needed a drink. Tea, coffee, vodka, anything. Not many taverns would be open this time of day, and you didn’t have permission to leave the premises today either, but that hadn’t really stopped you before. You strode back out into the fresh air, which helped somewhat, and made a beeline for the mess hall. Your hands almost shook as you slipped through the back door and into the kitchen, not really wanting to talk to anyone. There weren’t many in the hall, but you still didn’t want to risk it. 

You searched the cupboards first, for any sign of alcohol, as doubtful as that was. Predictably, your search came up short. As did your search for coffee. Fucking Hange. Tea it was. And in hindsight, it was probably the healthier option. Though the lid of the tin was dusty with disuse, and you didn’t doubt the inside was exactly the same. Nobody drank tea here. Not even you. Only when you were truly desperate.

Like now. 

With trembling fingers, you lit the stove, filled the pot, and waited. Though with the growing silence, you started to feel uneasy. The back of your head started to itch, and you inched towards the knife block. Fuck, was Nanaba right? Were they seriously here to pick you all off one by one? An uncanny rage fuelled your bones. If you were going to be taken down here, you weren’t going down without a fight. Your fingers curled around the hilt of a kitchen knife.

“Pretty sure you don’t need–”

Startled, you whirled, the blade flying from your hand. Truthfully, you didn’t want to throw it so soon, not without seeing who it was. But you hadn’t expected anyone to speak up. The room was silent after the sharp twang of the metal embedding into the wood, inches from the thug’s face. 

“–knives to make tea,” he finished, silver eyes gliding to the still quivering blade, a brow quirked with intrigue. “Good throw.”

“What the fuck is your problem?” You accused, placing the second knife in your hand back into the block and crossing back over to your boiling pot. 

“You… throw a knife at me, and ask what my problem is?” Levi drawled, folding his arms and leaning against the door frame. His eyes flickered to your shaking hands, chalking it down to adrenaline. 

“Not many people take kindly to being sneaked up on like that, just to let you know,” you bit back, mind still reeling from this shitshow of a day. Pressing your palm to your forehead, you tried to calm the headache you could already feel pounding against your skull, hoping the tea might help with the ailment. “I’m making tea, if you want any.” You offered, still trying to recover from your close murder charge.

“You change your tune quickly.”

You sighed, exhausted. “Look, it’s been a hell of a day. Do you want some stupid tea or not?” Dealing with some tiny guy’s attitude was not how you wanted the rest of your afternoon to go, honestly. And you were already getting really sick of his blank stares.

“Sure.”

“Oh, don’t sound too grateful, will you?” 

At the expense of that knife possibly finding its way into your back, you turned back to the counter, now retrieving two mugs from the cupboard. You saw one of the strainers missing from the open drawer, and chalked that down to Captain Erwin. Though you hadn’t seen him, you thought you could detect the slightest warmth to the cast iron pot. He must have brewed himself one beforehand. Wait, was he the one to finish off the coffee? 

Bastard.

The kettle started to whistle, announcing with great flamboyance that its job was done. Using the stained cloth from the hook next to the stove, you poured the steaming water into one of the mugs, before dipping the strainer of leaves in. You almost turned round and threw the pot at Levi’s head when you heard him scoff in disgust. 

“What?” You asked, too irritated to turn and look at him.

“How is everything up here just as filthy as it is down there? Would have thought you’d keep your standards higher.”

“Don’t like it? Get your own shit then.” Why, today of all days, was this fucking asshole testing you? If he didn’t stop soon, you might genuinely have to answer to the court after killing him.

“You’re making it wrong as well.”

The slam of the pot on the counter shattered the peace of the kitchen, your glare akin to the knife you hurled at the door earlier. Though he seemed completely unbothered by your fury. He was the second person you’d met who didn’t shit themselves when you looked at them like this. The first person being Nanaba.

You watched him shrug, before sauntering up next to you, taking the strainer from your hands and dumping the contents into the bin, before pouring the brew away.

“What the fuck? That was m–”

“Sit.”

You scoffed in disbelief. “Excuse me? You just got here and are already barking out orders. I’m a higher rank than you, you can’t just–”

Oh shit. Looks like you weren’t the only one with a hair-raising glare. With a furious huff, you shut your mouth. And, to your credit, you did technically sit. But clearly where he didn’t want you too. The countertop seemed as good a place as any, but his own annoyed glare told you otherwise. Guess he just should have been more specific with his instructions

Though your heart was still angry at the events of the day, you felt your face muscles relax as you watched the almost mesmerising process of this man make a cup of tea. He made it with the expertise you would not expect someone like him to have. You almost felt bad for judging him before. Almost.

“There. Now it won’t taste like piss.”

“Lot’s of experience with that kind of thing, have you?” To your unending surprise, he actually smiled. Well, almost. It was a half smirk hidden by a teacup, but there was a smile there! You swore.

Falling into a strangely comfortable silence, you finally let yourself relax, the aromas of the brew sending you into some kind of peaceful trance. Even your shoulders relaxed, which was completely out of character for you. The back of your head touched the wooden cupboards behind you as you let out a breath, feeling a slight tickle on the side of your face.

Hange called it your superpower, to know when someone was looking at you, but you could always feel it, no matter who it was or how far away they were. So you weren’t surprised when you turned your head to see Levi looking at you with a brow raised.

“What?” You asked, a little less unkindly this time.

“Nothing” he responded, turning back to face the other side of the kitchen. You huffed a laugh, returning back to your relaxed position. It was his turn to ask.

“What?” He asked, almost defensively, and your smile broke into a grin.

“Nothing, just… thinking. Guess I can cross ‘have tea with a notorious criminal’ off my bucket list.” 

There was a silence, and you worried briefly if you’d offended him in some way, until you heard a huff of laughter mirror your own.

“Guess you can.” He didn’t turn to look at you this time, but he didn’t need to for you to know he was as relaxed as you were. Weird. “Thank you.”

Well… that caught you off guard. You sat up, crossing your legs on the counter. “What for?” 

“Helping Izzy. Defending her. Your roommate’s an asshole.”

You sighed, resting your elbows on your knees. “She’s not so bad when you get to know her, she’s just protective and can lash out when shit like that happens.” You couldn’t help but feel slightly bad for treating her the way you did when you could have just had a conversation with her about it instead.

“Still. Thanks.”

A smile pulled at the corners of your lips, and you let it unfurl. “Don’t mention it. You two aren’t so different.”

Oh he turned to look at you then, eyes narrowing in offence. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You smiled once again, blossoming into a teasing grin. “You both seem like assholes, but not so bad when you get to know you.”

Levi clicked his tongue in what you assumed was irritation. A better reaction than you were hoping for. “You don’t know me.”

Hopping down from the counter, you drained the last remnants of your drink, now in much better spirits than you were before this conversation. “Not yet I don’t, but I will. Your tea tastes like shit by the way. See you at training!” You waved him goodbye before he could respond, though you didn’t miss his mutter of “fucking brat” as you left the kitchen, almost skipping down to the training ground. 

Maybe these three won’t be such a nuisance afterall. And maybe he won’t be as bad as you thought he would be.

“So, then what happened?” Hange was way, way too excited about this fight between you and Nanaba. 

You’d only really seen them get this hyper when the conversation turned towards titan anatomy, so this was a little foreign to you. They also seemed to be strangely interested in your shared tea with the raven headed one, though their cause of interest escaped you.

“Well, then she just kind of left, and I apologised to those three on her behalf. Was she out of order? Or did I just majorly overreact?” You asked with no small degree of insecurity. Though you were known for your silent anger, you were also known for occasionally lashing out when stressed. And fuck were you stressed during that exchange.

“I’ve never really known Nanaba to act out like that. It’s quite strange for her, she doesn't seem the type to lash out on a whim,” Nifa thought aloud, her eyes fixed somewhere beyond the ground. 

You’d found your way down to the training ground after sharing impromptu tea with Levi, being there almost as early as Hange before other squads started to trickle in. You’d instantly spotted Nanaba whispering to Miche, you assumed about the situation. That was fine, they could whisper all they want. You were content knowing you were in the right about this. Right?

An ear piercing screech of your name had your head whipping round, wondering who the fuck could be that excited to see you, other than Hange who was standing right there. The voice wasn’t familiar, not that you remembered anyway, and it only made sense when your eyes focussed on the young girl who’d hugged you earlier.

Isabel.

“Oh hey, you, how’re you–” Your eyes widened in horror as you realised she wasn’t going to stop barrelling towards you, and had full intention of crashing straight into you. “Oh no wait waitwaitwaitWAIT I–”

Cut off by the surprising impact, you felt the full weight – which was admittedly not much – of this fourteen year old girl colliding into you, throwing you backwards into the dirt in possibly the tightest hug you’d ever experienced in your life. With little grass to cushion your fall, your spine sang in distress, vibrations rattling up and down your vertebrae. Though, despite the pain, you managed to huff out a wheezed laugh. “Hey, Izzy.”

You could barely hear her response over Hange’s howl of laughter, and Nifa’s delicate giggles. “I was hoping you would be here.”

Your heart clenched, having not expected her to latch onto you quite so quickly. Not that you minded, in a strange way. It was extremely endearing how, for a criminal of The Underground, she was so trusting.

“‘Think I’d miss your big debut? I wanna see what you’re capable of, kid,” you grinned as she clambered to her feet, taking Nifa’s hand to help yourself up. Hange had barely managed to stop howling like a jackal before the blond came running up, spewing more apologies than you could count.

“I am so sorry about her, she doesn’t know her own strength. We didn’t think she could knock somebody like you over. Fuck sake’s, Isabel, can’t you just behave like an adult for once in your fucking life? All you needed to do was–” 

You couldn’t help but feel like Farlan was being a little harsh with her, especially when her face morphed into a petulant pout. She reminded you of yourself at that age. Headstrong, brash, explosive. You never quite had her over-trusting nature nor her excitement, but the similarities were there nonetheless. 

“It’s fine,” you butted in, interrupting him. “Seriously, I’ve received worse injuries than a kid knocking me over, I can promise you that.” That same familiar tickle made itself known on the side of your head, and you glanced to see Nanaba staring with nothing but searing hatred. Fucking Walls, you were starting to think this problem ran deeper than just a criminal moving into your dorm. Though… when you put it like that…

“Calm down, both of you. Behaving like children.” 

It was strange, you thought, that for someone who talked so little, his voice was incredibly distinctive. You noted Levi already had his gear strapped to his hips, only now realising Farlan had done the same. Assuming Isabel had simply run straight down here, you quirked your head to the side. 

“You're not joining them in the air, Izzy?”

“Don’t call her that.”

You blinked, surprised at the venom in Levi’s tone. Just as you thought you could have been friends with the man, he goes and pulls stunts like this. Fucking freak. Hange sucked in a breath behind you, clearly wondering whether you were about to go ape shit at him. But you’d had enough of that today, and you weren’t going to let this taint the tea from earlier. 

“Okay. You’re not joining them in the air, Isabel?” You rephrased. Might as well respect the man’s wishes. They were family, they said so themselves.

More or less.

“I think Flagon wanted me to start off with the horses, since I’m already good with animals.” 

You paused for a moment, wondering just how many animals found their way down into The Underground, until you considered rats and mice. And as sweet as it was that she could defend the rodents, horses were a completely different ballgame. Though you didn’t want to crush that starry-eyed look.

“You’re gonna nail it. Good luck!” You offered her two thumbs up, hoping she would take the cue and end the conversation. 

She didn’t.

“Luck? I don’t need luck. None of us have ever needed luck. Ever. We make our fortune–”

“Izzy…” Farlan warned, placing a hand on her arm. 

Your gaze oscillated between them, wondering how to exit this conversation without seeming rude. Your hopes lay with Hange and Nifa, who had taken several steps back to watch the exchange, muting and chuckling between themselves. Clearly they were going to be no help at all.

“–and you haven’t even seen what bro can do with ODM gear. He’s like a bird! Constantly swooping and soaring faster than any of us can, that’s for sure. And faster than any of you can! Just you wait, you’ll s–”

“We’re done here.”

How did Farlan have no luck getting through to the kid, when Levi could stop her in her tracks in a heartbeat? It was baffling to witness, and you almost pitied the blond, if you were being honest. Although… Was that…?

Definitely. That was definitely the slightest quirk of amusement on Levi’s face. Or was it fondness? You honestly couldn’t tell the difference. You doubted anybody could, not even these two.

“Well, that was certainly something! At least you know the girl likes you, and maybe the blond too, that’s three outta three!” Hange beamed excitedly, hooking an awkward arm around your shoulders as you both watched the three walk away, Isabel still gesturing wildly as she spoke. Sweet kid.

“I haven’t really spoken to Farlan much, and I don’t know if you just heard what happened, but Levi literally told me to not call Isabel by a nickname… so I have at least one out of three, maybe,” you sighed, folding your arms. You were no stranger to people blowing hot and cold, it was borderline required in the Scouts. But he’d been here for less than a full day, and he was already giving you incredibly mixed signals?

Ridiculous human being.

“Hey.”

Your heart froze the second you heard her dulcet tone and irritated cadence. Hange looked between you and the woman behind you, before decisively opting to not be a part of what was obviously going to be a very awkward conversation, and wandering off to find Nifa. Where’d she gone during your chat with the three newcomers? 

With a ‘fuck you’ of a huff, you turned to meet Nanaba’s hard stare. Sucking in a breath, you kept your arms folded. If she was going to be defensive, so were you. “Hey.”

“Wanna talk?” She offered stiffly.

“Depends. Are you gonna be a cunt?” You asked, raising a brow as she rolled her eyes. Well, at least she wasn’t going to instantly go for your throat. A bonus.

“You can understand why I was, though, right?” 

You let loose the breath you were holding, realising this wasn’t going to be a fight, but rather an actually mature conversation. Holy shit. You never thought it possible. “Obviously. I’m not an idiot, Nana. But seriously? She’s a child. How much murdering do you think she’s actually done? Do you not think maybe the other two might be doing most of the stabbing, and the worst she’s done is maybe steal a man’s coin purse?” You asked, trying in earnest to make her see your point of view. You knew why she blew up like she did. It made sense. 

“I know, I know. I just– I'm wary, okay? We’re allowed to be wary around notorious murderers and thieves.” Unable to meet your eyes, Nanaba instead turned to the ground. You knew then she was sorry, for what she said. And you forgave her, of course you did. She was part of your family. They all were. Nana, Nifa, Hange, Miche and Moblit, even Erwin at a push, though he was always busy nowadays.

“Nana… I get it,” I also care too much about you all to let something happen. “And… you were right. This won’t bring her back… I know that…”

She raised her eyes, now finally looking at you. It seemed her message got through your thick skull, too. “But we have a job, just as people, to make newcomers feel comfortable. The reason I told her she could bunk with us was because Flagon was being a fucktard about it. She’s never been away from her own family before. 

“Think about it, being down in that shit for fourteen years, bonding with people in her same situation, just as we have, and then suddenly having to be away from them? I just… I wanted her to feel safe.” It was a kindness you were shown back when you were fourteen. When you’d upped and left your grandmother for reasons you don’t fully understand or remember. But you’d been made to feel welcome. To feel safe. It was so foreign you didn’t understand at first, but now, obviously, you do. And you had done so for the last four years.

Nanaba nodded, scratching the base of her neck. She knew. And you knew. You both did. “I hate fighting with you,” she admitted to your slight surprise. It was no secret you and Nana had been close since the day you met the girl, but that also meant that when the two of you fought, it was so much worse.

“Why? Cuz you know I’d kick your ass?” You grinned, shattering the tension between you two. Nanaba scoffed, returning back to her usual, snarky self. A light punch to your arm had her usual demeanour confirmed. It had only been just over an hour, but you didn’t realise how much you’d missed her.

“I beat you once!”

“And you never let me forget it.”

Though the moment was sweet, you both knew it was going to be cut shorter than either of you wanted by the grating howl of Flagon’s voice. With shared huffs of laughter, the two of you wandered over to the forest’s edge to watch the two new Scouts demonstrate what they could do.

Hange already had their hands on their hips, surveying the blond’s skill. Your eyes followed theirs, their head nodding in surprised awe.

“He’s not bad, ya know. Not Miche or yourself, but he could easily fit in with the rest of Erwin’s squad. They were self taught, he said? Incredible…” They mused, mostly to themselves. 

It was one of the reasons you loved Hange as much as you did. Half the time, you didn’t even have to engage in conversation with them, you could just listen in and nod where appropriate. Unless they started to get ahead of themselves and you genuinely had to intervene and tell them to go the fuck to bed because it was two in the morning and you had shit to do tomorrow… because that totally never happened.

“I’m actually with you there. Flagon doesn’t deserve these guys, they’re too good for him.”

You snorted, hearing Nanaba talk shit about one of your superiors, and it warmed your heart. She was saying this about the very same criminals she was freaking out about earlier. Looking at her out of the corner of your eye, you saw her smile to you. You nodded in response.

“I could talk to Erwin, see if I could change his mind on where he wanted these three to go. Though he’s never made a shitty decision like this for no reason…” You fell into thought. He’d seen their capabilities when he took them from The Underground. He knew how good they were, so why the hell wouldn’t he want them on his squad? They could be perfect additions. You made up your mind there and then to find him later and have a chat. You still needed to chew his ass out for benching you on that mission anyway. 

“If any one of us can, it’s you. He doesn’t listen to Hange.”

“I wonder why…”

“Hey!”

You barked a laugh just as the blond came down from the trees. It looked like he hadn’t even broken a sweat. Something definitely wasn’t right here. Someone with not only skills, but the endurance of a veteran? How could Erwin Smith pass up the opportunity of not wanting them?   

Flagon grumbled something along the lines of ‘taking these criminals down a peg or two’ and it brought you more satisfaction than you thought it would. Good, let him see just how good they were. You knew his opinion would never be changed, it just made him being proven wrong even better.

“Reset! Alright, you, get up there,” he ordered gruffly to Levi, who you watched give Flagon just another one of his flat stares. You wondered briefly what he was thinking about when he did that? Was he imagining snapping the man’s neck in his sleep? Or was he not listening at all and thinking about something else completely different? It would forever be a mystery to you. Hange’s overexcitement, however, was anything but a mystery to you.

“I’ve been waiting for this. Ever since hearing what happened on that mission, I’ve wanted to see what he can do… oohoohoohoo! This is going to be good!” 

And there was the look you were so afraid of. That terrifying fire in their irises. You knew that was when shit was about to get weird.

And weird did it get.

“You’re not supposed to hold them like that, you’re going to break the blades.” Looking over from where you’d been shitting yourself at Hange’s expression, your head tilted in confusion. To be fair, Flagon had a point. You’d never seen anyone hold ODM gear the way he was; with one of the blades pointing backwards. How the hell did that even work? How was it possible to operate the gear when the switches and triggers were all the wrong way around? You almost stepped in to support your superior, before remembering who he was and why you’d felt such satisfaction earlier. 

Fuck Flagon.

Besides, Shortass McGee didn’t take any notice and honestly? You weren’t surprised. If you could barely hold a conversation with him, Flagon didn’t stand a chance. 

“Interesting… he uses it backwards. Huh…” 

Was Hange taking fucking notes? You wouldn’t be surprised if they told you this was suddenly all for research into some kind of titan/human correlation bullshit. Though that would be a little farfetched, even for them. But you remembered something from earlier just as they said that. Something you thought weird at the time, but didn’t comment on.

“He holds his cups like that too. Sort of, backwards-ish. Like this,” you demonstrated with an imaginary mug, “He held it with sort of a claw thing going on. I didn’t say anything, but thought it was fucking weird.” 

Nanaba hummed in thought next to you, though once again glancing at her, you realised she was in no way paying attention to the conversation, and was instead staring, not even subtly, at Miche’s ass as he bent down. Disgusting girl…

With the ODM Gear’s signature hiss of gas, Levi was in the air, and the session had begun. Well, he moved insanely well, how the fuck did he make ODM gear look so effortless? Not even you or Miche could look this graceful. You detected, with no surprise, a kernel of jealousy sprouting within your chest. Fucking bullshit tiny criminal able to just fucking fly like that. What an asshole…

Your jealousy was only nurtured the moment he tore apart the nape of his first practice titan. Even with his grip so fucked up and backwards how was he able to pour so much power into his strikes? The padded target almost exploded in impact, shards of wood scattering to the ground. He sliced through the target? That’s just fucking showing off. How was he so good? It made no goddamn sense. You kind of hated him for it.

“Bro’s always been good with ODM gear,”

You almost shat yourself. When the hell did Isabel creep up next to you? You thought she was training with the horses? But before you could ask her anything, her blond friend joined you.

“Yeah… even before I met him, Levi was a skilled fighter. Picked a fight with some older thug at age… oh, what was it…? Fourteen, I think. The guy was like, in his thirties and Levi almost killed him.”

You had so many questions. “Wait, you all didn’t meet at the same time?” You queried, glancing between Isabel and Farlan. They definitely looked more like siblings than the girl did with Levi. You briefly wondered why she only called Levi ‘brother’.

“Nah, I met Levi first and he joined my gang. Yep, strangely enough I’m actually the leader. Or I was. It’s more of a council now,” he responded to your look of surprise at the mention of him being in charge.

It was strange, Farlan still referring to the three of them as a gang even though they're now in the Scouts. You jokingly hoped they didn’t start taking on jobs on the surface.

“Then they met me, and after recognising my extraordinary talent and skill, instantly invited me to be one of them!” Izzy chimed in with one of the biggest grins you’ve ever seen on a person in your life.

“You begged us to let you join until Levi taught you how to clean,” Farlan clarified bluntly, earning a soft chuckle from you and an irritated scowl from the girl. You could get used to this. You could get used to having these two around, maybe even three if Levi lightened up a bit.

“Was he always so… irritable?” You asked, turning your attention back to where he was ripping apart various targets with viscous precision. You decided there and then you never wanted to find yourself on the wrong side of his blade.

Farlan shrugged, also looking back to his friend. “As long as I’ve known him, yeah. But it’s understandable, considering the shit he’s dealt with.”

You tilted your head in curiosity. “Oh? Like what? He’s a man living in The Underground. Sure it’s not ideal, but at least he didn’t have to– what the fuck is Flagon doing?!” You interrupted yourself, spying the hateful man having now positioned himself next to the titan right in Levi’s path.

There was no point asking, you knew exactly what he was doing. Trying to catch him out. Any jealousy fueled spite you’d previously felt was instantly drained the moment you realised this was going to result in Levi getting hurt. 

You went to grab the handles of your own gear, ready to jump into action if need be, or at least try and catch the man before he goes spiralling out of control. 

Turns out you didn’t need to. He had the reflexes of a cat.

The second that target flipped up from the ground, he was already dodging, as if he anticipated its arrival. What should have been a nasty collision became a masterclass in manoeuvres, and within moments, it was over, the dummy titan sliced to bits, and Levi back on the ground.

Ho-ly shit. 

You all watched in wide-eyed awe, speechless. Isabel and Farlan smiled slyly next to you, smug satisfaction written all over their faces. You couldn’t even be mad. That was one of the greatest displays of ODM skill you’d ever fucking seen, and though you were happy to suffer the consequences of ripping your superior a new asshole for pulling a stunt like that, it seemed you wouldn’t have to.

“Huh… you weren’t kidding,” you managed to state absently, hands falling from your own gear. Even Flagon looked on in amazement.

“Let’s go.” Was all the man said, leading his two friends away from the training ground and back up to the barracks. You huffed a laugh.

Erwin was either an idiot, or a genius. And you’d never considered him to be stupid.

“Hange, Hange, no, don’t! Hange, leave him alone! HANGE, STOP, LEAVE HIM!” 

Well, can’t say you didn’t try. The moment you’d all eaten in the mess hall, Hange had made it their mission to find and interrogate the three new recruits, despite your best efforts to try and talk them out of it. Even Moblit, ever supportive yet slightly apprehensive Moblit, tried talking them out of this one. But it seemed nothing, nothing was going to stop them. Especially when they saw the three of them in the courtyard. Taking off at an immediate sprint, you struggled to see what they’d spotted through all the fucking dust they’d kicked up. But the moment you realised, you were hot on their heels.

“HE’S NOT AN EXPERIMENT, HANGE, LEAVE HIM ALONE!” You shouted behind them, racing to catch up before they got themselves beaten to death by a 3ft imp of a man. You could hear the footsteps of your friends behind you, they, too, now racing across the courtyard to stop the scientist in their excited frenzy. 

You wished you could have run faster, engaged some kind of speed boost that Hange was able to do when fueled by the prospect of a new discovery, but alas it was too late by the time you joined the four of them. “Since fucking when could you run that fast?” You grumbled to yourself, before turning to the other three and surveying a smorgasbord of emotions. 

Farlan looked apprehensive, almost worried for Hange rather than himself. Isabel looked almost protective, like she was ready to jump to his defence at a moment's notice. Sweet. And Levi looked as if Hange had just claimed to be the King. It was a nice change to see another emotion on his face other than passive malcontent, even if this was pure and utter shock.

“What the fuck did you say to him?” You hissed, elbowing Hange in the ribs to finally get their attention just as Nifa and Moblit finally joined you. “Did you kill his fucking dog or something?”

“What? No! I just said that what he did was incredible and that I boiled over with excitement!” 

You stared at them. Blankly. In stupor. How… how could they possibly think that was an okay thing to say? In your bafflement, you almost didn’t hear Levi’s surprising gratitude.

“...Thanks.”

You looked between them, almost pitying the man for engaging with them when they’re excited. It was hilarious to watch, but significantly less hilarious to be a part of. And you were absolutely not about to get involved.

“I need a fucking drink.” 

Turning away from the conversation, you left them to it. And though you felt that familiar tickle at the back of your head, you didn’t turn back. Besides, everyone would likely be turning in soon. Early evening was the favoured time of day for the Scouts. No training, no responsibilities, you could just drink and relax as though relaxing was still possible for you all. 

“Oh hey, I was talking to Miche and he mentioned heading to Dickie’s tonight, wanna join?” 

Though you may have mentioned wanting a drink, the thought of socialising in a tavern drained your soul.

“Actually, nah, thanks, I’m good. You guys go ahead though.” Waving them off, you turned on your heel. It had been… a day, to say the least. And you hadn’t stopped thinking about Ilse since this morning. With a resigned sigh, you acknowledged the extremely likely possibility that this was going to be one of those spiralling nights. 

Paying no mind to the concerned looks from your friends, you left them in search of some form of alcohol, before falling into the inevitable. 

The sun was kissing the horizon when you finally settled on the rooftop, contraband whiskey in hand, swigging from the tan bottle. It was old now, this specific bottle. And since you’d already given her bed away, you might as well finish off her drink too. 

Nanaba was right. Ilse was gone. And nothing was going to bring her back. You’d spent the last three years of your life being dragged down by the weight of her death. Grief your soulmate, bound together in rain. Shackles around your wrists locked by guilt, freedom’s key six feet under. 

You’d waited. Oh how you’d waited for her return. Her cocky grin, freckles and mud splatters indistinguishable from each other. Each night spent staring out the window, each day spent training for a recovery mission that was never approved. Money spent on ink, ink spent on letters to Command, tears spent on rejection. You wanted to make it right, so you’d punished yourself for years. Thinking about her was torture, so no second of the day was spent without her on your mind. Your sole motivation was finding her.

You huffed a humourless chuckle, only now realising you’d been crying when a gentle breeze dried salt to your cheeks. You knew it was her. It was always her. Caressing your tears, easing your pain. 

But where were you when she needed her tears wiped? Where were you when she needed to be held? 

Raising your gaze from the wall you were sitting on. You had a clear view over the wall from up here, watching the sun find solace in its lover’s dusk embrace. 

“Meet me under the fig tree when we get back. There’s something I want to tell you.”

Ever the romantic, she was. Ilse was the reason you fell in love with romance literature, because you swore she got half her ideas from those novels. Not that you could blame her. They were pretty good.

“Late night musings?”

You weren’t really shocked he was in the same place at the same time. You’d known the man for a while now, which meant you knew where he went to clear his head.

“Something like that, yeah,” you responded, inspecting how much liquor was left in your bottle as your captain approached. “You?”

“Being in constant meetings makes me long for fresh air.” 

You chuckled, sliding your gaze to Erwin now next to you. It was irritating how tall he was. Even sitting on a wall, he still towered over you. Ridiculous. 

You fell into a tangible silence, thoughts of Ilse fading ever so slightly as you thought of all the questions you had for him about today. About the newcomers. You were glad he could read you well enough.

“Ask.”

“They’re talented. Incredibly so, especially Levi,” you paused, searching for some kind of explanation of his face. But, as per usual, he offered nothing.

“Go on…”

You sighed. “Then why assign them to Flagon of all people? They could have been a huge asset to our squad. Assigning them to Flagon seems like a waste to me.”

Erwin hummed in contemplation, but you knew it was for your own benefit. He had his answer already, he just wanted you to think he was taking your words into consideration. Conversational politics bullshit.

“So observant yet so blind. Forcing them to join was a risk in and of itself. Shadis is losing his touch–”

“We’ve known that for a while,”

“And who will be made Commander after him?”

You rolled your eyes. Everyone and their dog knew Erwin was going to be the next Commander. All you had to do was wait for Shadis to either die or realise he wasn’t special and retire. But you nodded in understanding. Now it made sense.

“You really think they’d make a move on you for being next in line for Command? I don’t think they care that much.”

“Being Commander isn’t just about leading the Scouts. It’s politics. It’s having leverage in the right places. It’s weeding out corruption and inspiring hope.”

You set the bottle down next to you before throwing up your hands in frustration. “You know I hate it when you talk in riddles.”

He huffed a bassy laugh, clearly finding amusement in your confusion. You weren’t ever cut out for politics. Strategy, you could do. Killing Titans, you could do. But politics? Oh no, you weren’t brave enough for politics.

“You’ll realise soon enough.” he mused, before eyeing the half empty bottle next to you. “Commemorating?”

You scoffed. “Hardly. Just… thinking.”

“Don’t ‘think’ too hard then. I’ll need you tomorrow. We’re going over plans for the up and coming expedition and I want you to be there.”

You blinked at him, raising a suspicious brow. “Me? Why…?”

Erwin sighed, turning to face the scenery rather than you. A pit of dread opened in your gut as you realised what he was about to tell you. And you already had your answer. 

“When I’m–”

“No.” You responded instantly, your jaw tensing. You knew he knew. You knew he knew why, though you found yourself unsurprised that he was still asking. 

He tried to reason, barely able to say your name before you interrupted him again.

“I can’t. You know I can’t. Make Hange a Captain. Make Moblit a Captain. Fuck, make Nifa a Captain. I can barely be a Second, let alone take on that kind of responsibility. Anyone else. Give it to literally anyone else. Just… don’t give it to me.” you sounded weaker than you meant to, weaker than you wanted to. Almost pleading with him. You’d known Erwin for years now. He was only two years ahead of you in the Cadets. But knowing him also meant knowing that, if he thought you were good enough, it didn’t matter how much you didn’t want it. 

It didn’t matter what you wanted full stop. 

“You’re the best candidate to fill the shoes of Captain of this squad.”

“You don’t know that.”

Erwin rested a hand on your shoulder, squeezing slightly in what you knew he thought was comfort. But in reality, it only served to make you feel worse. You were disappointing him, you knew that. But you couldn’t. “What happened three years ago wasn’t your fault.” 

You grit your teeth, bringing your knees up to your chest whilst fighting back that tidal wave of grief with sheer willpower. “You don’t know that, either.”

With a heavy sigh, his hand left your shoulder. “You need to let go of that guilt. If we let it consume us, we’ll never take the next step in this fight. Think it over.”

You knew. You knew that. You knew you needed to let her go. Because holding on was killing you. But you said nothing as his footsteps became nothing but an echo down stone steps. 

Once again a gentle breeze enveloped you, ruffling loose strands of your hair, pushing them from your face as you picked up the bottle again. 

“He wants me to be a Captain, Ils. I… I don’t think I can do that. I got you killed. I– that was a choice I made. To leave you behind. We could have been all poetic and shit and died together, side by side. Fighting to the end.

“And I took that from us. I took that from you,” you let your tears flow freely, no breeze strong enough to dry them this time. “I’m so fucking sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

Wrapping your arms around your legs, you cradled yourself on the rooftop, rhythmic gusts keeping you company in the otherwise clear night. 

“I need you to help me move on. I… I tried today, I really did. Giving that kid your bed… But Nanaba called me out on what it really was. I don’t know how I’m supposed to forget you and carry your legacy at the same time. It fucking hurts,” you sobbed, clutching at your chest. Grief wracked your ribs until your throat was sore and your head was pounding and you could cry no more. Only micromovements in your shoulders gave away empty sobs. 

“You were my purpose…” you whispered to the wind, once again raising your head to the horizon. “What do I do now..?” 

You went to take another swig of your bottle, but stopped as the wind changed. It was no longer blowing toward you, but rather toward the landscape and beyond. Taking a moment to look, really look at the moonlit washed fields and hills beyond, and even further to your future, you smiled slightly. 

It was always her. And will always be her.

With a lighter heart and a clearer mind, you took the bottle and tipped the contents into the wind. 

“One last drink. For old times sake.”

#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman #captain levi #levi aot #levi attack on titan #levi #levi x reader #levi x you #snk levi #aot x reader #snk x reader #aot levi #shingeki no kyoujin levi #snk fanfiction #levi ackerman fanfiction

[peace-for-levi]

professor!levi drabble #2

a continuation of sorts on from this ! and to think this was meant to be a drabble but it ended up being 2700 words of me wanting my ass ate by professor!levi bYEEEEE.

content warnings: blatant smut, levi being a tease, a bit more body worship than what i'd like but anyway, hints of overstimulation, use of vibe, anal play (f!receiving)

tagging: @levi-my-beloved @levmada @poisonpeche @maries-gallery and uhhh @bibblelevi (idk u requested professor!levi from my first.)

"[F/n]?" 

Your head rose slowly from your notes. You merely glanced at him and then went right back to reading. Well, at least you acknowledged his presence, right? 

It was just after seven – or eight, maybe (you weren't keeping track) – and Levi had just peered his head into where you were: his bedroom. Although, he had grown comfortable now calling it your shared bedroom. It was a cosy space, nice warm tones cast from the glowing, amber lamps on his bedside lockers. On his desk were two bundles of exams he had assigned recently and they sat stacked before his laptop. His workspace both at the university and at home were immaculate, though that was hardly a surprise. 

“Working hard, or hardly working?” he asks you. 

You just scoff in response, now crossing one leg over the other. He rests his briefcase down and loosens his tie – but doesn’t take it off – before setting his gaze on you. You’re just wearing your pyjamas or bed clothes: a loose, camisole and some frilly shorts. Comfortable clothes were key for studying. But, he didn’t like that you were on your back while studying. 

“Tch, [F/n]... I know you find it comfortable, but lying down whilst trying to study will just make you sleepy. Lying on a bed in particular totally defeats the purpose.” He reminds you. 

“Sorry, O Wisened One,” you mock, but then you squish the notes against your face, sighing heavily. He is sliding your shoes together into two neat pairs by his door when he hears your sigh and he pouts a bit upon seeing your crestfallen expression. You swore you heard him hum to himself, as if that comment pissed him off but he was just biting his tongue. You speak up: “I’m… just exhausted. It’s just– I don’t know. My brain is rejecting all information at this stage.”

Ah, reading week. Levi remembers this time a bit too well for his liking, all of the hours he poured into his exams and assignments. Sure, it all paid off in the end and he considered himself fortunate to be able to teach a subject he was so passionate about, but that doesn’t mean he’s forgotten the arduous journey it took to reach that point. 

If there were any benefits about lowkey dating your professor it would be that he was the most reliable person when it came to giving you tips. For appearances sake and in the interest of being fair – which you totally understood – he never gave you any tips on his tests. People were already having their suspicions anyway… But for your other modules, he never minded quizzing you, helping you study, buying you snacks – getting or doing anything you needed to make the process easier. 

And one of those things included allowing you to crash at his house every now and then. He didn’t mind at all; it meant not having to hide or pretend you didn’t exist. He could have you in any way you presented yourself to him; take you against the counter in the kitchen or in his bed, and not over the desk in his office. He could also wake up next to you and treat you as his girlfriend who he had come to genuinely care for, and not feel so filthy for getting with one of his students. He could take you on dates easier or order takeout as you both watch the most mindless documentaries. 

He had half a mind to ask you to officially move in with him, but he doesn’t know how you’d feel moving in with a man who is both ten years your senior and your professor for the next two years. 

He goes to shrug off his waistcoat when he hears you groan again. This time, however, there’s a bit of a whine to it too. He walks over to the bed and sits on it, observing the notepad that was now acting as a canopy for the light in the room. 

“Tired, sweetheart?” he asks, though he knows the answer. You give an ‘mm-hmm’ and move to stretch your arms. “Stressed?” he presses further, now removing his tie. You nod, and you hate to admit it but it was very easy for your eyes to well with tears when you were overwhelmed with your studies. 

Ah, but Levi can make it all better. 

God, fuck you for wearing those damn frilly pajamas and lying on his bed so innocently. Yes, innocently, because he was attracted to you in every conceivable way. It didn’t matter what you did, or how you dressed; he was always craving you. 

When he was teaching a very disengaged class who were on their phones the whole time or clearly not paying attention, it was like his mind would automatically jump to thinking of you to pass the time. What he’d get you to do for him that night, or perhaps what you’d even treat him to. What position he’d put you in, which one of his vibrators or plugs would he use on you…

Yeah, Levi could definitely make it all better.

“I’m sorry, darling…” he whispers, swinging a leg over yours and straddling you there. You quickly blink your tears away. “You’re working so hard…” he breathes into your neck whilst reaching for your wrists, “...and I haven’t been properly tending to your needs.” 

Your wrists are enclosed in his larger hands and quickly – and expertly – bound by his grey tie. Your eyes are as wide as plates but you’re quickly trying to suppress a grin. He lifts up your sheer cami that did nothing to hide your pebbled nipples at his electric touch. Oh, how he loves it when you don’t wear a bra. 

He’s always so soft and gentle at first. The bump of his nose trails around your navel, his lips leaving kisses in its wake. He takes his time worshipping every inch of you with open-mouth and hot kisses. He moves up to drag the flat of his tongue up and down the columns of your neck and across your collarbones, blowing a cheeky puff of air against them to make you shiver. He smirks. 

Cute, he thinks as he goes to press kisses down the valley of your breasts. When he takes a hardened nipple into his mouth, you begin squirming more. It already was torturous not being able to touch him back. 

He just couldn’t help it – when it came to you, he wanted to do everything. 

As you softly mewl his name, he feels his cock strain against his briefs. He moves to fiddle with the button on his slacks, desperate for some relief. It is a little awkward to palm himself while his mouth is occupied with one nipple while his other hand is busy with the other. But his body acts quicker than he’d like and he’s suddenly grinding against the bunched up duvet beneath you, his cock pulsating. It’s entirely unintentional and he does his damn best to not cum until you have. You need to first, this is all about you. 

“Please… please, Levi– Sir… Please, I need you to touch me–” Fuck, that did it. He can’t help it now as he slowly ruts against the quilt and it’s a constant motion after that. You smile ear to ear at this, happy he’s not denying himself of this pleasurable experience. “You like it when I moan for you, professor?” 

“Shit…” he curses under his breath. 

No, he has a façade to keep up. 

He needs to continue pleasing you otherwise he’d be cumming in his pants before the main event. Which has happened a few times already. 

The chaste kisses and nips down your torso continue until he is finally between your legs. With a firm grip on your inner thighs, he spreads your legs apart and he briefly leans down to kiss just next to your cunt. He pulls away to thumb over the faint marks that have faded over time. 

“Love those,” he comments and he pulls back to slide your shorts and panties down your legs. “Hmm, I should use my tie more often. You’re so well behaved tonight.” You don’t see this as permission to be able to touch him – or being allowed to touch yourself either. “Turn around.” 

You huff, but obey. He offers his praise and removes the tie binding your wrists. Thumbs smoothing over them for a second, he orders you to keep them on your back. Gentle he presses on the small of your back, allowing your back to fall into an arch. Perfect position.

He swallows thickly at the way your cunt is squished against your thighs. Licking his middle and index finger, he finally – finally – gives you what you want and touches you through your sopping folds. His touches are so light and teasing – it’s not enough, not nearly enough. The wet sounds of his fingers caressing you through your folds are most certainly audible and you nearly feel embarrassed.

“Got that wet from me just kissing you down your body? How cute.” 

He leans in to kiss at your pussy and you twitch against his mouth, aching for more. But as soon as his tongue meets your pussy, he’s gone. 

“Levi, what are you– oh, god–” you moan out as his tongue swipes at your other entrance. Your cute little cries and tiny gasps surely are a sign for him to keep going. You turn your head to the side and look at him and your jaw drops. He’s sucking on his own fingers and when he takes them out again there is an audible pop. Your puckered hole twitches some more as he runs the pads of his sinewy fingers over it. “That’s– Oh, fuck, Levi!”

Doubt suddenly plants itself in his mind. “Wait, do you need me to stop?”

You two had discussed in passing on teasing here, but that boundary of sorts was never passed. Not until now. He nearly feels bad for not asking you beforehand. 

You frantically shake your head. “N-No, please don’t–” 

Once more, his fingers are back to teasing. “That’s good. You’ve been working so hard lately, making me so proud. I intend to spoil you tonight until you’re cumming repeatedly,” he replies. He leans down to lick again. “You’re such a good girl, you know that?” His cockhead is leaking so much precum now. He doesn’t even need to see it to know that to be true; he feels truly high just by touching your body and eating you out. “What are you to me?”

“I– I’m y-your good girl–! Fuck, fuck, Levi, shit–”

His lithe fingers move to rub soft circles at your clit before returning to your puckering hole. He moans against your entrance when he feels just how much you are dripping for him. Inadvertently, you attempt to keep his hand on your clit in place but it is quickly pinned onto your ass again and the touching there from him stops. With one hand now free, he palms himself through his opened slacks and through his briefs. 

God, he’s fucked you countless times already but never here. With how tight you are naturally around him sometimes, he can’t imagine how tight your ass would. He groans once more as he fishes his hand through his briefs and he’s stroking his thick cock. His hand is no comparison to your gummy walls that suck him in and milk him for all he’s worth. But it certainly wouldn’t be impossible for him to cum just from touching himself as he teases you with his tongue.

A few minutes of him pass by of him just poking and prodding at your entrance before he’s up on his knees. 

“Turn around,” he orders, opening the door to his bedside locker and you’re back to where you started the night. This time without your notebook in hand but one of his small bullet vibrators that he purchased for you. “Lowest setting.”

Your chest heaves, aching for relief. “No, higher than that, Levi, come on–”

“Lowest setting or you can put the vibrator back and I’ll edge you to tears with just my tongue at your ass.” He warns. 

You whimper a small bit, but knowing how ruthless your professor could be at edging, you obey. You place the vibe at your hardened clit and even at the lowest setting, you can still hear the squelching sound of your wet pussy. You grind your hips against it, aching for more friction as Levi returns. It is so hard to ignore the sounds amplified by the vibrator though. 

“Do you hear how wet you are? Do you hear how noisy this cunt is?” 

You feel the familiar knot in your belly tighten and it’s fast approaching. “You– You’re being mean… I just wanna cum…” 

He tuts into your ear when he comes up. “I’m not being mean,” he denies, but when he catches your gaze and sees how your eyes are welling with tears more from the sheer intensity and pleasure he’s made you feel, he tones the mean-ish façade down a notch. “Do you think you can last a little longer for me, sweetheart?”

He turns the vibrator off momentarily to hear your response. 

His question sounded like a tease of whether you could keep up, but he was also genuinely asking for your consent to continue. He got so absorbed in this that he wasn’t checking in that much. He was so whooped and so lost in trying to make you feel good that he wasn’t even considering how you felt.

You gulp, “Just– I need–”

He nods. “It’s okay, take a breath. Take your time.”

Soft kisses are planted along your inner thighs as you try to compose yourself, catching your breath. His fingers are brushing over any marks he’s left along the way. His thumbs draw little circles into your hips; this was always something he did to help ground you. 

Shit, what was happening before all this? Were you trying to study or something? Yikes.

Your fingers begin combing through his black tresses as a silent way of saying you’re okay to continue. Still, he wants to be sure. 

“Think you can go on?” You nod. “That’s my girl, don’t worry. You’re doing so well for me.”

There’s not much speaking after that. It’s damn near impossible to stay quiet as the coil in your tummy tightens and tightens. It’s not like this was your student dorm though where you had to be quiet; Levi lived by himself in an apartment complex with thick walls. Your cries are laden with frustration as you’re so, so close – so close to falling off the edge–

He’s unable to control the grinding of his hips now. Rutting desperately, imagining it’s your cunt even though it’s so far off from being anything close to it. He wants to be inside you, shit, he needs to be inside you–

Your body arcs and your hand comes down to hold Levi in place and he’s truly unable to suppress the groan as he soils his pants. Your chest is heaving, forehead beading sweat and pupils blown as your clit continues to throb and pulsate. You’re seeing stars from this orgasm, a warm, fuzzy heat spreading throughout your body. His mouth moves to place a few kisses around your throbbing cunt until your hips jerk away from him. 

Aftercare consists of him fetching you a glass of water from the jug that is now routinely kept full in his bedroom for any future midnight escapades. He kisses life back into your limbs and one to your forehead before wiping you down with a damp cloth. 

A hand moves to cradle your jaw as he asks, “Oi, where’s that head of yours at?”

“Not…” you pause, panting too much to say anything remotely coherent, “...not in my studies.”

kinda wanna do a series of professor!levi drabbles (smut and fluff... and angst) sorry let me live my life as i ride the professor!levi train. all aboard~

-cece <3

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman smut #levi #levi ackerman x you #shingeki no kyojin #aot #attack on titan #captain levi #snk #cece; speaks #husbando tag <3 #m.dni #i cannot put into words how badly i want him to eat my asfvv while he grinds into the bedsheets til he cums ok??? #thanks #didnt like the ending but i suck at endings and yall should be used to that by now

[maries-gallery]

marie 🥺 i havent been on tumblr for a long time and its so nice to see your account flourish!!! i hope ill be able to be more active here bc i missed reading your fics sooo much

i saw this post on my dashboard earlier and i thought i should share it to you bc i love your responses so much idk why

anw, stay safe and stay healthy!!! also congratulations on being able to tilt!

Oh my god anon thank you so much! Please you are so sweet :,)

Haven't been around a lot either and trying to catch up on all that's been going on here! Some fics are coming, not saying more for now but am working on some content to feed you all! Sorry again for my long absence, needed to sort a few things out <3

Hope you are doing well and taking care, eating yummy food and drinking some fresh water to keep you cool for the summer!

AND PLEASE THE POST YOU LINKED??? I AM ACTUALLY SCREAMING? LIKE? I went to follow the artist right after you sent this because HOLY MOLY THAT IS SOME KIND OF MASTERPIECE!

Please @cinnamonlevi just saw this but already in love with you and your account. We have so many good artists on here.

Not @wortverlust @poisonpeche and you doing god's work on this app <3

#marie.mailbox #THEY ARE SO TALENTED #sending you all lots of love because hell you deserve it #you are feeding us with gold

[toruvi]

re: your last text post, you know those little vibrating rings with an elastic that levi can strap around his fingers… or his cock 😳

Omg I think @poisonpeche said the same thing and I've never seen these until I just looked...oml..... definitely throwing that into a list of ideas 😵💫😵💫

#levi and cockrings......god please. they are the perfect match ❤️❤️❤️❤️ #l.nfw #asks