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levitiquee · 6 months

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“I hate it.”

You looked up at him, gritting your teeth through the words. You were angry, so so angry. Furious, enraged, aggravated. Who does he think he is, that fucking Jaeger?

Eren’s last letter finally came through. The one where he says he was going to raid Liberio and asked the scouts for help. Or did he? With or without help, he said. The audacity.

After all the shit you and the others had to go through, the huge reports trying to explain why he went missing, answering the higher ups about his disappearance, trying to justify it, seeking up excuses. Then he has the fucking nerve to send these letters.

You had stormed out right after Hange read out the words, not even bothering to ask to be excused. You were tired of dealing with that emo teenage brat.

But Levi gave no reaction to the sharpness of your tone, already aware of the cause of your temper. He was there in the room, his expression had tightened just as yours had. And he must’ve followed you right after.

He always does.

Without a word, he lowered himself down on the step beside you.

“This is filthy.” He scrunched his nose. “Couldn’t have found a better place?”

“I didn’t ask you to sit here.” You grumbled, rolling your eyes. You just kind of took the first isolated corner you could find. Sure, the stairs were filthy, but that was the last thing on your mind.

“Why did you follow me anyways?” You asked.

“I didn’t follow you.” Levi sighs, stretching his leg to kick a piece of rock. It flew all the way over to a wall, making soft little sounds on the pavement as it impacted. “I needed air. He pissed me off.”

You let out a noise in agreement. That’s one thing you can both agree on. Eren Jaeger was an absolute piece of shit with a talent to irritate like no other.

“Next time I’m seeing him,” You mumbled darkly. “I’m breaking a couple bones, I swear.”

“That was actually my plan, but I’d let you have the honors as well.”

“You should’ve hit him harder all those years ago, back in the courtroom.”

“Definitely.”

That made you smile.

But it was the absolute seriousness of his expression that made you crack. The stony face, with an even more stoic tone. He actually seemed to be considering the idea. As if you and him were merely discussing the weather instead of the best way to beat up an adolescent boy. Without even meaning to, you were grinning, a snort escaping you making Levi glance at you with the side of his eyes. He frowned.

“I’m serious.”

“I know you are.” You smiled. “That’s why it’s funny.” Poor Eren, he’s had it coming.”

Finally, you felt the anger go down.

It’s always like that. You get angry, you get emotional, but when you turn around, Levi’s always there, in his own strange little way, a hand on your shoulder and shooting you a look. Or times like this when you’re upset and pissed, and he just sits with you and goes along with everything you say until you feel better.

You leaned back, letting yourself fall back on your arms, kicking your legs and stretching them. Your shoulders hurt from how stiff they’ve been from the tension until now. You tilted your head to look at him.

“Look at us, making plans about how to beat up a kid half our age. What have we come to?”

“Our fucking limit.” Levi grumbled, but the scowl lessened, his brows straightening slightly at your calmer tone. His own shoulders relaxed. “He deserves it at this point.”

You grinned. Sure, you can’t really hit Eren right now, but the idea does make you feel better. For the time being at least, you’ll have to cope by daydreaming.

But you were so tired, you think. Very so.

Why is it that you could never stop running?

Eren’s shit was only the least of it, but it’s been so hard. Being a scout was never supposed to be easy. But ever since Erwin and the others died, nothing's been the same. You could hardly celebrate the success at retaking wall maria when the price to pay was the blood of everyone you knew. Even witnessing the wonder that is the sea for the first time hadn’t been as thrilling as you thought, how could it when you know there’s a whole other world beyond it, and that they want you dead? Stepping in Marley and realizing all that you’ve been kept away from, a life you couldn’t even imagine. It must be nice to live without being so terrified, scared for you and scared for your friends, you had thought. Must be nice to live without having the rest of the world label you as devils and to take the peace for granted.

You wished you could just catch a fucking break. Maybe forever.

You sighed.

“Levi.”

He gave a lazy glance. “What?”

“Let’s run away.” You muttered softly under your breath. Eyes focused on the ground. “Me and you. And Hange, if they want to come.” You sighed, pausing a little. “I hate it. I hate all of it. I’m sure you do too.”

With that, you turned to look at him, right in those silver eyes of his. They looked almost blue here in the moonlight. Was it just you or was even the wind holding its breath?

“This isn’t what I signed up for Lev. I thought I was going to fight titans, not humans.”

“What..” He asked, staring at you unblinking, almost confused. And surprised. And something else you couldn’t quite place. “What are you on about?”

“So, let’s go.”

“What?”

“I’m serious. Somewhere far away. We could just get up and leave right now.”

“..now?”

Levi gaped, struggling to find something to say. Your light tone indicated that it was a joke but yet, there was something in your eyes. A glimmer of something. That made him think that maybe it wasn’t a joke after all.

You grinned. “Leave this to the kids. They don’t listen to us either way. Let’s go and start another life.”

And for a moment, there was silence. You stared at him as he did the same, eyes boring into each other, unspoken words and unconfessed truths thrumming in the air between.

And just for that moment, you considered it. You really, really considered it. Just saying it out loud.

To tell him what you never did. What you’ve been hiding from him for so long.

Would that be so bad?

What if you did run away after all?

You sighed.

“Jeez, Levi.” You finally looked away, peeling your eyes off of him. “Relax. You look like I’m about to drag you from here at gunpoint. It was a joke.”

Levi was quick to duck his head away as well. “I know.” He mumbled. “I know. I’m not that fucking dense.”

“Were you hoping I was serious?” You pulled your knees up to his chest, letting your head rest on them to look at him, a grin forming.

He did. But he couldn’t say that, could he?

“You are the last person I’d willingly choose to spend my life with.” He scowled.

“That’s cruel.” You gasped dramatically, feigning hurt and giving him a mock glare. “We get along fine.”

“You’re missing the part where I want to choke one or two dozen times a day.”

“Kinky.”

“Fuck off.”

“Okay, but, think about it,” You pressed your lips together with the effort to hold the grin together, trying your best to look serious. How could you when he looked so incredulous? It only made you want to fuck around with him a little more. “You could be a farmer or some shit. I could be the pretty housewife. Some peace and calm.”

“You as a housewife?” Levi snorted, amusement gleaming in his eyes at the thought. “Peace and calm at the same place where you are?”

“Well,” You shrugged, “You could be the pretty housewife then. I won’t mind.”

“I think I'll stick to being a squad captain, thanks.”

"You're no fun."

"Shut the fuck up.''

The giggle finally escaped you, unable to hold it in any longer. And little after, you were laughing, clutching your sides, making the mistake of looking at his very offended face and then you were laughing so hard you could hardly breathe. Soon, even Levi’s face softened, the corners of his mouth quirking up just a little.

“HEYYY YOU TWO!”

Hange yells, appearing out of nowhere and startling the shit out of the two of you, making you almost choke. They flopped themselves down between you, wrapping their arms around both of your shoulders, squeezing hard and letting their head drop. “Nice of you to leave me alone with those children. Gave me a headache.”

“You’re the commander after all.” You said coughing, trying to get your breathing back to normal.

“Next time, can you at least say hello before you proceed to crush us to death?” Levi grumbled, squirming under Hange’s grasp.

“No.” They reply to Levi. “But jeez.. I say one word and Mikasa gets all defensive. Why is everyone acting like it’s my fault?” Hange pouts.

“Aw Hange.” You pat their back, laughing.

“I want to smack Eren.”

“Don’t we all?” Levi muttered quietly under his breath.

“Me and Levi booked him first.” You said. “You can have the rest if anything remains.”

“Aw man. No fair.”

Hange pulled a face. And then they pulled the two of you closer, until all 3 of you were practically squishing against each other.

You let your eyes fall shut, soaking in the warmth. And Levi, even Levi— who’s always complaining about Hange’s very physical manners—didn’t complain anymore. And the three of you just stayed like that, leaning against each other in silence. The presence of the other was enough itself.

Then Hange spoke, so quietly you would’ve barely heard it if you weren’t so close.

“How long do you think until it’s over?”

You pondered over the question a little while, thinking about it. Then you sighed.

“Who knows? Will it ever really be over?”

Hange exhaled softly, pausing. They looked up, the moonlight glinting off their glasses. There were a lot of stars tonight.

“Think Erwin’s getting amusement watching us be miserable?” They muttered.

It was Levi to answer this time.

"Yes."

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dorminchu · 2 years

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well, i think i would for you

"Not a lot of women want war criminals."

"So, what does that make me? A criminal?"

He shakes his head. "Free."

Annie side-eyes him. "Because I'm unmarried."

He snorts. "You haven't changed at all."

For EreAniWeek 2022: Day 04: Horror/Romance. Smut below the cut. @ereannie

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He goes down easy on the bed. She's touching his thigh. Nothing indecent.

He blinks and says, "You're not wearing any pants."

She closes her legs around his waist. "So?"

"So," he says through his teeth, "you keep talking and I'll let you do whatever you want."

Annie huffs. "Take your pants off."

"We could die out here," he says, freeing his erection. "You ever think of that?" Eren pushes himself up to kiss her chin. He squeezes himself at the base and watches her unbutton her blouse. "Leave it on." Annie pauses. His working eye flickers south. His breath comes out a little harder, through teeth. "C'mere."

She's straddling his good leg. Skin-to-skin. She sucks in a breath. "Tell me what you want," he says.

It's obvious. Jutting into her hip.

"You," she pants, "inside me."

In his fist, he's thicker than a couple fingers. Graceless, rougher with arousal. The game is to watch her fight for her composure.

"You want me," he says hoarsely, "or you just trying to be nice?"

"I want you to shut up and put your dick in me." That gets her a swat to her ass; she's clenching on nothing. "Or fuck off," she adds. Another swat. Her hips jerk against his leg. He's already leaking in his fist. His thumb swipes away the excess, rubbing it into her flesh. She groans, "Eren."

Lifting her hips, there's just enough space to bury himself in her; Annie chokes on a moan. He doesn't need to be encouraged. He keeps her kneeling on his lap, one hand in her hair. He bites her chin when she comes—unexpectedly, he is still hard—and growls into her cheek, "Turn around. On your hands." In his fist, he's thicker than a couple fingers. She shoves herself back onto him without hesitation. His breath stammers. He catches her by the waist. "Shit, that's good. Just like that." He takes pace, slower drags of his hips. He puts her arm around his neck and she rears up to meet him. "Such a good girl." Out of his mouth it's a harder strike than anything he could do, physically. He fucks her right into the mattress. She's moaning and he keeps going on about how good she is. All she can hear is the wet slap of skin on skin.

He pulls out and the sound that leaves her throat is unbecoming of a former Vice-Commander. He flips her over again, on her back. There's a look on his face she hasn't seen in a very long time. He positions her back against the pillows. His hand skates up her belly, her breasts, to cup her face. It's difficult, suddenly, to look him in the eye. He leans over, kissing the corner of her mouth. "Once more—Ann?"

Her vision blurs. He's saying Annie? all hushed and she wants to roll her eyes—I got off, it's fine, just fuck me again—but all she really does is start crying. His face ju—st sets. He sits back on his heels and lets her compose herself.

"You didn't hurt me," she says, when she is able. "You didn't hurt me at all."

She sits up. Unsure how to explain in so many words. No one's ever looked at her so nakedly. A knife against her throat would be more bearable.

He says, "I never saw you like that before."

"You look at me like you think you're going to hurt me."

He scowls. "Annie."

When it comes to condolences, it's easier to be on the sidelines. Grief is something for others to shoulder. "You always look at me like that. It doesn't matter." She takes his wrist. "I want to stay with you. As long as I can. If you want."

He looks at her a moment. "You sure?"

I'm still here, she thinks, aren't I?

That familiar crease in his brow. She says, "Of course I'm sure."

For the first time, he averts his face. She reaches out. He shrinks into himself, ever so slightly. She bites her lip. Lays next to him, shoulder to shoulder. Silence holds.

He reaches for her hand and squeezes.

She says, "We should try again." Eren looks over at her. "I'll talk to you." She smiles. Lays back. "Come here."

He sits beside her. One hand on her thigh. Muscle and sinew under flesh. He kisses her breasts, then leans down and kisses her cunt, chaste.

She bites her fist. He takes that hand in his and puts it on his nape and reenters. Annie lets her head fall back. "I can't stand it when you touch me like this," she pants. Toneless.

He grins. "Liar." Cupping her breasts. She gasps, rolls her hips.

"Look what you've done to me." Eren glances down and grunts appreciatively. "I'm—ah, damn, don't come." He lifts her by the small of the back and makes it seem easy, effortless. "E-Eren—"

"Keep running that mouth and I'll make you scream."

Her muscles tighten of their own accord. He's so tall now, he can twist her however he pleases. She says, "Try me."

The lack of neighbors within a five-mile radius is probably a blessing with the way he's railing her, she's carrying on like the world's worst murder victim or biggest whore. Eren, at her insistence or his own satisfaction, purrs, "Yeah, that's it, come all over me."

It's thoughtless, automatic. He could tell her to die for him and she would.

Half-a-minute later her eyes flutter. She breathes, "You've got the prettiest hands I've ever seen on a man."

"What?"

She starts chuckling. It bleeds into her orgasm, prolongs it a little; Eren can't last.

She huffs. "Sorry."

"What you got to be sorry for?" He smooths her hair from her forehead.

She's a little sore. "I didn't think you could last."

He shrugs. "Practice."

"On other women?"

"Not a lot of women want war criminals."

"So, what does that make me? A criminal?"

He shakes his head. "Free."