ive been feeling sad so here’s a small levi ackerman fic to practice my writing again… lmk what others i should do. This doesn’t have smut, i’m a minor so please don’t ask for any smut if you are to request a fic.. i will write a fade to black
levi x author you/any gender reader
Levi knocked on your door, holding two cups of tea- per your request. Once you gave him the go-ahead, he entered. You were in your room, sat at your desk, with papers scattered everywhere. Levi clicked his tongue, a dissatisfied expression plastered on his face.
“Such a pigsty,” he’d snort, setting your tea on the edge of your desk. He pulled up a chair and sat next to you. He crossed one leg over the over, wincing at the pain. He had damaged his leg from saving Eren back from Annie, and he was still in recovery.
You grumbled a small, “sorry” and continued to scribble away on the paper. Levi noticed your hardened expression, the way your eyebrows furrowed together, and how your hands gripped the pencil until your knuckles turned white. “What’s up your ass?”
You sighed, lazily dragging your eyes to meet his grey slits, then leaning back on your chair. “When I thought I’d become an author for the Survey Corps,” you started, “I didn’t know I’d be hit with such writers block.”
For awhile now, people had turned their noises at the Survey Corps, thinking they were wasting their tax money just for them to go out there and die. You were determined to create a newspaper covering the Survey Corps, and giving notion to their cause. You were a writer, a good one at that, who had learnt to read and write by the time you made your way out of the underground city and got a proper education.
Despite this, you were going through a huge writers block. You turned your head to Levi, then settled your elbows on your desk and dropped your head to your hands. “I’m out of ideas.”
“Hey,” he said, snapping his fingers so you’d look at him. “Don’t sell yourself short.” He’d say, picking up his tea cup by the rim and drinking slowly from it, a habit he picked up once he had accidentally broke his mother’s teacup set.
You stared at him, taking in the soft glow the candle light provided, that outlined his face just right. Levi’s eyes met yours, he pursed his lips and set his tea down. “I just feel, so… slumped.” You picked up your teacup and sipped from it, letting the warm liquid guzzle down your throat.
“I feel stupid.” You admitted gruffly. You sat your teacup down and grabbed your pen again. Levi gently placed his hand over yours. “Don’t say that, you’re far from stupid.” He said, he didn’t mind physical touch with you, the two of you had gotten close enough in the last couple of months.
Your hand froze in place, and you let his words soothe you a bit. People always deemed Levi to be nonchalant, stoic and cold, but he was the opposite. He was compassionate, he listened, and provided his comfort in small ways you’d miss in just a blink. He rubbed circles on your knuckles with his thumb. “You’re one of the smartest people I know,” he complimented softly.
You can feel your cheeks heat up and the hairs on the back of your neck rise with each rub, yet you let yourself be comforted by this short-man. “Thanks, Levi.”
“Mhmm, maybe you could add in how the Survey Corps should get funded with better cleaning supplies.” He snorted, pulling his hand away from yours. You blinked.
“You are such a dickhead.”
But, you smiled. And once the newspaper was written, Levi was shocked to see more cleaning supplies shipped to them with his favorite tea. All thanks to you.
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