*＊✿❀○❀✿＊* Flowers *＊✿❀○❀✿＊*
Cross posted from AO3
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Levi Ackerman x originale female character/oc
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 3,155 words
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Adult content - underage ppl please do not engage!!
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Summary: After the rumbling, Levi and Alizee (author’s note: an oc of mine, same age as Eren&co), both traumatized, wounded and tired, find themselves co-habitating a small cottage in Paradis.
Levi’s pen scratched against the paper, the only sound breaking the silence of the night. The room was illuminated solely by the oil lamp on his desk, where Levi, stripped down to his shirt sleeves, was taking advantage of the nighttime respite from the summer heat to catch up on a backlog of paperwork. Behind him, Alizee tossed and turned in her sleep, muttering to herself as she always did. Levi was used to it; in fact, it was one of the reasons he liked sharing a room with her. Neither of them slept much at all, and when they did, they were restless, prone to sleepwalking. They almost never slept at the same time, one of them was always awake. Levi had listened to her unconscious ramblings for countless nights, and on just as many, he had woken from a nightmare to find her sitting on her bed writing music, gazing at him with that bittersweet, faintly melancholic look that had always defined her.
A gasp louder than the rest caught his attention. He stopped writing and listened closely.
"...Colette..."
Levi felt his blood run cold. He turned around slowly to find her completely buried under the sheets.
"...Colette... ...the twins... ...run..."
He had heard her relive the deaths of Hange, Bertholdt, and Sasha, the farewell to her mother—but never the attack on Shiganshina fourteen years earlier.
"...no... ...Colette run... ...please..."
Neither of them had ever comforted the other after a nightmare. Not directly, at least. It was always subtle gestures: bringing over a glass of water, humming a melody, reading a book chapter out loud, but never a hug, a word of comfort, or shared tears.
"...The children... ...mama... ...Colette, where are you..."
Levi stood up and moved toward the bed, his movements feeling unnatural yet mechanical. He climbed onto the mattress, kneeling at the foot of it, his bad knee creaking faintly. Alizee thrashing more violently in the grip of the nightmare, Levi leaned over her to shake her free from those visions.
"NO!"
Alizee screamed at the top of her lungs, bolting upright as her eyes snapped open. The first thing she saw were Captain Levi’s grey irises, and then his entire face, closer to hers than it had ever been. Levi was holding her by the shoulder, stroking her bare skin with his thumb in an awkward, unpracticed way that betrayed how unfamiliar he was with such intimacy.
"Captain, I... I’m sorry, I disturbed you..."
A final tear spilled from Alizee’s eyelashes. Levi didn't even consciously register moving his hand; it shifted from her arm to her cheek, brushing away the tear as best he could.
"It’s alright. You’re safe. All your siblings are."
He had no idea where those words came from, yet they had escaped his lips so naturally, overflowing with comfort, warmth, and reassurance. Alizee stared into his eyes, incredulous. They had never touched each other except for strictly professional reasons. She had never even summoned the courage to talk to him without using his title or speak to him informally, even though he had asked her to a thousand times. The contact must have felt strange to Levi too, because he froze on the spot with a blank, almost stunned expression, his hand resting on her soft cheek. Alizee followed his gaze and flushed bright red: one of her nightgown straps had fallen, and one of her breasts had slipped out completely.
They sat in a heavy, awkward silence for a handful of seconds before Levi lowered his hand from her cheek to her arm, delicately adjusting the strap. He couldn't avoid the contact, however; as his knuckles brushed against her nipple, erect from the draft seeping through the open window, he caught himself thinking about how much he liked her chest: round, lovely, and laced with faint stretch marks.
Alizee’s body had changed dramatically since the end of the war. After years of being a malnourished girl, she could finally eat her fill without having to worry about her siblings. Her frame had transformed from that of a thin, angular child into the lush, healthy figure of a woman; an image that was currently spinning wildly through Levi’s head.
It had been years since he had been with someone. After Erwin’s death, yet another person he loved gone, he had surrendered to despair. Driven by a quiet madness, he had frequented the capital's brothels for a few months. Then one night, during a moment of sudden clarity while still inside the prostitute he was with, he realized he had turned into the same depraved, brutal clientele that used to visit his mother. It was like waking from a trance. Without a word, he dressed and left, leaving the woman far more money than what he owed. He felt so utterly disgusted with himself that from that moment on, he imposed a sort of involuntary celibacy upon himself. He hated what he was capable of becoming, and if precluding himself sex was what it took to prevent it, so be it. It wasn't as though he had ever cared for it that much anyway.
All these memories flashed through Levi’s mind in less than a second as, acting beside himself, he leaned down over Alizee and kissed her. Caught off guard, the girl took a moment to grasp what was happening, but she didn't push him away. On the contrary, she reached a hand behind his neck, stroking the short hair of his undercut and pulling him closer.
That touch brought Levi back to his senses. He recoiled abruptly, at a loss for words. He stammered a half-voiced apology, but didn't dare move away. Alizee placed her hand on his cheek and met his eyes with a quiet confidence she didn't know she possessed.
"It's alright," she said to him this time. "Nothing happened if you don't want it to."
Levi cast his eyes downward, unable to hold her gaze for the first time. He had watched Alizee transform from a terrified, rage-filled child into a blunt, overly burdened teenager, and finally into an intelligent, assertive woman who was lastly at peace. Like him, she had lost countless people she cared for, people she loved. She had bottled up her feelings for years, yet unlike him, she had ultimately proven capable of letting go. In that moment, he realized how her bright laughter, her silent tears, and her quiet night mutterings had woven themselves into the fabric of his daily life. Every small detail - the way she brushed her hair, her music, her messy notebooks - were things about her he cherished, things that kept him company, that he carried with him every day, and that made him feel at home. They were small pieces of her that he loved.
"But I do want to, Alizee."
At that, she was the one to kiss him. Her lips were less fiery, more reserved, as if she were afraid of doing something wrong. Levi cupped her face in his hands and brought her nearer, deepening the kiss. Alizee was startled by his gentleness, so strikingly at odds with his usual rough, abrasive demeanor. Levi’s hands slid down her neck in a long, trailing caress, moving over her bare shoulders, her ribcage, her waist, and coming to rest just above her hips, pulling her tighter against him. Alizee laced her fingers behind his neck and slipped them beneath his collar, sending a shiver through him that lingered right between a tickle and arousal. Levi’s fingers traced upward along the fallen straps of her nightgown, slowly pushing the fabric down her arms.
"Stop me if you don't feel comfortable with this, okay?" he whispered against her lips between kisses.
In response, Alizee undid the top button of his white shirt, working her way down to the third before pausing to slip the nightgown off her arms. Levi gazed at her, bare from the waist up beneath him—her pale skin dusted with freckles across her shoulders, her delicate collarbones, her full breasts, and her soft stomach. His head spun as he pulled the nightgown off her completely, lifting her legs one at a time to reveal a pair of lace-trimmed panties. Living together, he was well aware of her delicate choice in underwear, but he hadn't anticipated the effect it would have on him.
He moved from her mouth to kiss her neck, hearing her sigh and arch her back, pressing herself against him as she sank back into the mattress. Her hands worked their way under his shirt; she unbuttoned it to the hem and slid it off gently, running her fingers over his scar-ridden chest. He had aged too, even if he hadn't gained weight like she had, and the marks of time were written clearly across the tired body of humanity's strongest soldier. His skin was still taut over battle-ready muscle, but it was patterned with small blemishes, marks, and healed wounds that, in her eyes, made him look like the most breathtaking man in the world.
Levi kept kissing and sucking at her neck while one hand lightly trailed over her mons, drawing a shuddering breath from her lips. Alizee hooked her fingers into his belt loops and unfastened his trousers quickly, but left him to pull them down himself, knowing how self-conscious he remained, even after all these years, about the jagged scars on his legs. Levi smiled at her thoughtful gesture and kissed her again, lying over her and letting her legs wrap around him, pressing their hips together.
Alizee pushed his hands toward the elastic of her underwear, encouraging him to slide them off. Levi obliged, his hand stroking the stump below her right knee as he did. The faint impression of the wooden leg's strap was still visible around her thigh, and right then, it struck Levi as the most captivating sight imaginable. His hand caressed its way up her inner thigh until he reached her core. With two fingers, he parted her folds, finding her slick and ready for him.
Alizee pulled him in to kiss him once more while sliding off his underwear, freeing Levi's erection from the constraint of the fabric. In a sudden wave of boldness, she wrapped her hand around his length, making him gasp. Levi broke the kiss, knelt between her legs, and spread them apart, lifting and bending her knees. Alizee blushed, suddenly feeling intensely exposed, but Levi reassured her by pressing a tender kiss just below her navel. He straightened up and slowly guided his tip against her entrance, slicking himself with her moisture, and while looking her straight in the eyes, he slid into her with utmost care.
As he filled her completely, Alizee let out her first soft moan, and Levi thought he might lose control right then and there. He paused for a few seconds to let her adjust to the feeling, taking the opportunity to trace every detail of her face and body: her heavy-lidded eyes hazy with desire, her parted, swollen red lips, the copper cascade of her hair spilled across the stark white sheets, her soft belly, her slender fingers resting on his chest, and his own hands gripping her smooth, supple thighs. She wasn't just a woman; she was a goddess, and tonight it was Levi's sole duty to serve and honour her as she deserved.
He pulled back partially and drove deep into her again, stealing another moan from her lips. He wanted to claim every sound she could give him, leave purple bruises from his fingers on her pale skin, make her his own and his own only for at least one night. His mind reeled as he quickened his pace, leaning down until their foreheads touched so he could watch her eyes as she slowly unraveled beneath him.
"Levi..."
Her voice breathed his name like the sweetest plea, her hands sinking into the cropped hair at the nape of his neck to pull him down.
Levi could feel her tightening around him, her honeyed eyes gazing up at him, lost in pleasure. He released his grip on one of her legs, reaching down between them just above where they joined, and began to stroke her clit in slow, circular motions. Alizee let out a sound that was half-groan, half-sob, her fingers clutching tightly at his hair.
"Levi... please... right there...”
He couldn't help but think that it was the first time she had dropped the formal titles and used his first name by itself. He loved the way it sounded coming from her.
"Look at me," he managed to choke out just before she shattered into an intense orgasm, her nails digging into his shoulders as she called his name over and over again.
The sight of her trembling, arched body and the tight contractions rippling around his length dragged him past his own limit. Slipping his strong arms beneath her back, he pulled her flush against his chest and buried his face in the crook of her neck as his thrusts grew urgent and erratic. It was the gentle kiss Alizee pressed to his neck that finally broke him. Levi felt as though a dam had burst inside him; he had to bite down on her shoulder to keep from groaning out loud as he came deep inside her.
They laid motionless for a long time, eyes closed, utterly spent. Eventually, Levi withdrew gently, watching the mix of her slickness and his seed trickle down her thighs as she turned onto her side, shifting her sore legs. He retrieved his handkerchief from his nightstand to wipe her clean as best he could before collapsing onto the bed beside her. He felt as drained as if he had just spent three days straight in ODM gear. He looked at her one last time and kissed her forehead before falling into a deep, exhausted sleep.
When Levi woke, bright morning light was pouring through the half-closed shutters. Even before opening his eyes, he could feel Alizee’s arms wrapped around his waist, her nose and breasts pressed against his back. After waiting several minutes, he finally decided to get up, taking a few extra seconds to take in the scene: Alizee was spooning him from behind, one hand resting on his chest and the other lying limp on the sheets, her blue-painted nails catching a stray beam of sunlight. Their legs were tangled together, making it look as though Levi were holding her close, terrified she might slip away. The irony wasn't lost on him, given that he was the one getting up first.
He carefully repositioned the arm resting on his chest so she would be comfortable, drawing the sheet back over her. Guilt ate away at him; he barely understood what he was doing as he slipped into the bathroom to wash and dress as fast as he could. The truth was, he was running away. He - Levi Ackerman, humanity’s strongest soldier, who had faced the worst terrors without a flicker of fear - was acting like the worst kind of coward. He shut his nagging conscience up by telling himself he was just going for a walk to clear his head, and stepped out of the room.
About an hour later, the harsh light roused Alizee as well. She opened her eyes to the faint impression Levi’s body had left on the mattress, already knowing he wouldn't be there. She hadn't expected him to be. She knew him well enough to know he wasn't a romantic, and he certainly wasn't looking for a partner. She was well aware that last night was likely just a one-off, but she couldn't stop a sharp pang of disappointment from piercing her heart. She called herself an idiot for feeling that way, but as she rolled over to nestle into the side of the bed that still smelled like Levi, she snapped out of it, recognizing her hopes for what they were: a foolish fantasy. She sat up, stretching in the sunlight, and closed her eyes, resting her head against the wall behind the bed.
The heavy knot in her chest tightened, only to dissolve in an instant when the bedroom door clicked open. Levi walked in without making eye contact and shut the door behind him. Without a word, he set a mug of tea and a small plate with a slice of buttered bread down in front of her. Alizee stared at him with wide, stunned eyes, as if he had suddenly grown a second head. Then she realized she was still completely naked and hurriedly pulled the sheet over herself, her cheeks burning.
"I’m not looking. Get dressed and tell me when I can turn around."
Alizee appreciated the gesture (even though he had already seen everything) and threw on the first thing she found tangled in the blankets: Levi’s shirt from the night before.
"You can turn around," she said, deciding it was time to start addressing him casually. "Don't worry, I’ll wash it later." She gave him a timid smile after catching the look he gave her upon noticing what she was wearing.
Levi sat down beside her on the unmade bed, watching her in silence as she ate. Neither of them said a word for at least ten minutes. When Alizee made a move to get out of bed, she felt a slight tug and realized he was holding onto the sleeve of her shirt.
"Stay," he said simply.
He didn't know why he said it. He didn't even fully understand what had gone through his mind during that forty-minute solitary walk. He had walked all the way to the edge of the barracks, out to the vast grounds where the fallen soldiers were buried, and found himself standing before Hange’s grave.
"Levi, you deserve to be happy too."
She had told him that many years ago, back when he was working himself to the bone ahead of the scout mission to Marley. She had broken down in tears right after, crushed by the unwanted burden of the Commander title Erwin had passed to her. Levi looked down at the wreath of poppies resting against the headstone. He had watched Alizee weave it while sitting under an apple tree at Queen Historia’s orphanage. She had made four identical ones: one for Hange, one for her parents, one for Sasha, and one for Bertholdt.
In that moment, Levi had wanted to bring her every flower in Paradis and weave them into her hair. He shouldn't run away. She would understand if he did, of course, but she would still hurt. And though he could barely admit it to himself, he knew he would hurt, too.
"Thank you," he whispered, resting a hand on the cold stone. Then he turned on his heels and walked back. He couldn't bring her all the flowers in Paradis, but at least breakfast was something he could manage.
☁️ Author’s corner: hello and welcome to my blog🤍 This is my first ever work on here (or on any platform for what matters lmao). Let me know what do you think about it! I'm not a native speaker and i feel like you can tell by my somewhat sloppy translation in some passages, as i tend to write in my first language and then traspose to english. If you find any mistakes please feel free to correct me :)))