A little about me â 25, lover of levi ackerman, writing my first of many levi fanfics, and I make aot edits on tiktok!
Masterlist
đŒ Passed with Conditions â AO3
Fandom: Attack on Titan
Pairing: Health Inspector! Levi x f!Reader
Tags: slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, romance, smut (18+)
Word Count: 100.1k+ | work in progress
not much of a masterlist right now, given that PwC is my first and only fic, but more to come!
Finally, he lets out a frustrated breath. âFuck, this is stupid.â
âWhat is?â
His gaze flicks toward you before dropping to the deck.Â
âI know it was just a game, and I know he wasnât doing anything,â he says. âBut his damn hands didnât need to be that high up.â
You blink, not quite understanding at first. Then it clicks, and a smile starts to pull at your mouth. âLeviâŠâ
His eyes narrow. âDonât.â
âWere youâŠâ You try to hold back your smile and fail. âWere you jealous?â
He hesitates. âNo.â
A laugh escapes you. âOh my god. You so were!â
He groans and turns his face away. âForget I said anything.â
The tips of his ears are turning red now, and that only makes you laugh harder. He tries to glare, but the twitch at the corner of his mouth gives him away.Â
âYou were jealous of Miche touching me,â you tease, and reach over to poke him in the side, but his hand darts out, catching your wrist before you can.
âIâm going to throw you overboard.â
âYouâre so cute.â
He looks back at you, unimpressed. âCute?â
âVery.â Your laughter fades into a smile. His fingers remain loosely wrapped around your wrist, so you turn your hand in his grasp and press your palm to his. He lets you thread your fingers through his without protest.
Definitely not mad, then. Just jealous. Because Miche had his hands on you.
The thought sends a ridiculous little thrill through you. Levi wanted you enough that even something completely harmless had gotten under his skin. It shouldnât make your stomach tighten the way it does, but⊠god, it does.
Your gaze lingers on your joined hands before slowly lifting to his face.
âFor what itâs worth,â you murmur, âI wouldâve rather had your hands on me.â
Levi goes completely still. The amusement fades from his expression, and his eyes drop to your mouth.
âYeah?â he asks, his voice noticeably lower.
You nod slowly. âYeah.â
His free hand closes around your waist, thumb pressing into the strip of bare skin above your waistband as he draws you closer.
âYou sure you want to say shit like that when weâre alone?â
Your stomach flutters, pulse jumping at the warning in his voice. Still, you lean in slightly, playing along.
âWhy?â you ask. âWhat are you going to do about it?â
You dunk the tea bag into the mug and watch the water darken around it before pulling out your phone to set a timer. As you place it on the counter, the writing across the side of the mug catches your eye.
Worldâs Sexiest
Health and Safety Inspector
You pause, then turn the mug slightly in your hands.
I Like My Kitchens Clean
And My Violations Dirty
A laugh bursts out of you. âOh my god.â
Erwin looks over as you turn it around to show him. He leans in to read it, then chuckles under his breath.
âI didnât realize I gave you that one.â
âPlease tell me this belongs to Levi.â
âIt was intended to,â he nods. âHange gave it to him for his birthday the year after we graduated.â
âOf course they did.â
âHe flat out refused to take it, so Hange slipped it into his backpack. Levi put it on their desk, they left it in his, and that continued for several weeks.â Erwin pauses to take a sip of his coffee. âI believe it ended up in his bathroom at one point.â
Your head lifts. âHis bathroom?â
âI chose not to ask.â
Probably wise.
âSo Levi finally threw it away?â
âSeveral times, actually.â Erwin nods toward the mug in your hands. âI found it in the hallway trash and brought it here. He found it again last summer and attempted to dispose of it a second time.â
Hi Everyone!! I've been meaning to do this list for a while now, partly so I can find them easily and partly to share with more people these amazing works I've found on AO3 and Tumblr over the years. Feel free to comment on this post or even DM me with your recommendations as well!!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the content below; all the credits go to the amazing writers!
Levi Ackerman
Fics:
Perlocate
Coffee Shop and College/University AU, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn
Modern Setting and Neighbours AU, strangers-to-lovers, slice of life
Piercing Sunlight
College/University AU, strangers-to-lovers, age difference
Superior
Canon compliant, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn, major character death
Tea And You ongoing
Canon Compliant, friends-to-lovers, slow burn
Your Debt Is Paid ongoing
Modern & Crime AU, strangers-to-lovers, dubcon, smut
Desperate Woman Seeks Plus One ongoing
Modern AU, strangers-to-lovers, fake/pretend relationship
Passed With Conditions ongoing
Coffee Shop and Cafes AU, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers, slice of life
One Shots/Drabbles:
Pressure Point
Say It Sober
The Convenience Store On 31st Street
Place Your Bets
Marry Me
Private But Not A Secret
Cracks In Steel
Quiet Between The Blades
The Captain's Wife
Levi's road to confessing was arduous (to him) and full of longing
You're Married?
I Can Be Mean
You Were Never Nothing
What You Thought You Saw
Smoke And Silence
Waiting For You
After Credits
Grumpy Sunshine
Time
Liability
Just Go
Untitled
Jealousy, Jealousy
Already Always Almost Do
Bickering Like A Married Couple
Iris
1+1=11 ; part 2
Girl Dad
Our Little Secret
The Same Cut Twice
Consequences And Negotiations
Unfiltered
The Rooftop
Your Touch
On Repeat
Midnight Ventures
Dad!Levi
Sorry, We're Closed
Body Heat
Under The Storm
Eren Jeager
Fics:
HONORARY MENTION: The Last Song by ficsforeren, who has now deactivated their accounts on both Tumblr and AO3. Only mentioning it in the hopes that someone has kept it in some format so I can re-read it cause I just looooveeee simp Eren.<3
The Boys At Work
Office AU, friends-to-lovers, porn with plot, slight jean x reader
Bundle Of Doubt
Modern AU, ANGST, established relationship
Temporary Chemistry ongoing
College/University AU, mutual pining
Dopamine
Modern AU, toxic relationship, mentions of substances
One Shots:
Butterflies
Coffee
Strawberry Hairclip
My First Kiss
Camping
24 Hours
All Mine
I Wanna Be Yours
Brother's Best Friend
Rather Be Late
Tears Over Beers
Let's Not Think Too Much
Always The Quiet Ones
Hits Different ; part 2 ; part 3
Rebounding
Cabo ; part 2
The Voice I Wanna Hear
Close Quarters
Casual
Bad Influence
Human Nature
Armin Arlert
One Shots:
But There Was Once A Time
Tutoring
Secret Relationship
Jean Kirstein
One Shots:
Do I Wanna Know?
Dizzy Summer Naps
Guessing Your Chapstick Flavour
Hi miss requiem, do you have any Levi fics you recommend??
Hi there! You can find my fic recs in this ask I answered some time ago. Admittedly, I haven't done a ton of Levi reading since (rip my free time), but I do want to shoutout these fics I'd add to that:
Idle Hands by @hun3ysuckl3
Into dust by @nightthawkss
Seeress by @alizha
Blue Currents and Candelight by @veratrance
Fragments by @mrsackxrman
Blood Singer by @deliriously-donna
This summer, I am also planning to read Passed with Conditions by @ghostsofragako, Stake/Claim by NilfgaardianLeviosa, and The Long Haul by Vulpeculara -- you should give them a try, too!
For a while, the two of you just sit there watching the ocean.
You tilt your head back toward the sky. The stars are impossibly bright out here, strewn across the darkness in glittering clusters that seem close enough to touch. There are so many more than youâre used to, unobscured by city lights and glowing buildings. Somewhere among them, a familiar pattern catches your eye.
âLook,â you murmur, pointing upward. âI think thatâs the Big Dipper.â
Levi follows your gesture, squinting faintly at the sky. âI donât see shit.â
You snort softly. âNo, look. Those four stars make the bowl, and the three trailing off there are the handle.â
âHow the fuck am I supposed to know which stars youâre pointing at?â he says, turning toward you.
âBecause theyâre literally rightââ
Your breath catches mid-sentence as you turn toward him, his face mere inches away.
Levi stills too.
The teasing in his eyes fades slowly as they move over yours, something darker burning behind them nowâsomething youâve caught glimpses of all evening.
Suddenly, you wish that you could read his mind. When his eyes flicker to your lips for half a second, you think you might know.
Itâs been eleven years.
A gust of wind shifts the branches overhead, and sunlight filters through in soft patterns across the ground.
He closes his eyes as the warmth brushes against his face.
He can see her. Long, dark hairâthe same as his. The warmth in her tired eyes. Her fingers moving through his hair, voice low as she sang him to sleep over the noise of the apartment. He holds onto that feeling as long as he can.
Then Isabel. Always loud and laughing at something stupid. Her hair half tied into uneven red pigtails, already falling out no matter how many times they fixed it. He and Furlan used to have to hold her still just to get a brush through it. She'd fight them the whole time, and when they were done, it still looked like they hadn't done a damn thing.Â
He reaches into the caddy for a towel, shakes it out, and lays it carefully in front of the stones. Then he pulls out a soft-bristled brush, sweeping away fallen leaves and dried dirt caught in the grooves of the carving. He takes the spray bottle and mists the surface, wiping it down with a cloth. He folds it to a dry side and goes back over it again, working carefully through each carved letter. He peels the plastic from each bouquet, crinkling loud in the quiet, and sets it aside before arranging a few stems into the holders at the base of each stone. He adjusts them until they sit just right.
His hand smooths over his motherâs headstone, fingers slowing as they pass over her name. The stone is rough beneath his palm. He flexes his still-bandaged fingers.
Excerpt from Chapter 13 of Passed with Conditions (AO3)
Art by @lanvasko
Walking into his apartment at seven in the morning to find his friends sprawled across his living room doesnât surprise himâthanks to Furlanâs warning over the phone.
Micheâs loud ass snoring cuts through a few half-awake greetings as he looks aroundâHange cross legged on the floor, Erwin in the armchair, Furlan on the couch with Petra stretched out, her head in his lap.
Leave it to Four Eyes to drag everyone out in the middle of the night and rally them for a full day of work. Even if heâd never say it to their faces, heâs grateful you have themâpeople willing to show up for you without question, no matter the hour.
He regrets the thought the second Hange jumps to their feet, nearly sloshing their coffee on his rug as they set it down before crossing the room in a few quick strides to crush him in a bear hug. Arms pinned awkwardly at his sides, he resists the immediate urge to shove them off. He couldâeasily. But⊠heâs not a complete asshole. And, begrudgingly, he reminds himself of everything theyâre doing to help.
So he just⊠stands there and takes it. For a few seconds. When they still donât let go, he forces out, âGetâthe fuckâoff me.â
They laugh, loosening their grip. âIâm shocked you didnât immediately shove me away, shorty.â At Leviâs glare, their grin only widens. âGotta take what I can get.â
âIâm driving you because I care about you, shitty brat.â
A small huff of laughter slips from you, easing some of the tension in his shoulders as you settle back into your seat.
âI know you do,â you say. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to questionâŠâ Your gaze drops to where your fingers remain laced with his. âI guess itâs just hard for me to wrap my head around someone being there just⊠for me. Ever since⊠well. You know.â
He does know. Enough, at least. Not the full storyâonly that whatever happened forced you to grow up far sooner than you should have. He knows what that kind of grief does to a person. He canât fault you for keeping it buried when he does the same.
His thoughts drift to the worn leather journal resting in the back seat. To the page tucked carefully at the very end that carried him through nights he would rather forget.
Heâs never shown it to anyone. Not even Furlan. Still⊠he canât help but wonder if letting you see that part of him might offer some small comfort. Might ease even a fraction of what youâre carrying. Before he can think better of it, he says your name. Your curious gaze meets his and his pulse kicks a little faster.
Is he really doing this?
But when your eyes soften, the small hint of a smile quiets the last of his doubt.
âReach into my bag on the floor in the back seat,â he says. âThereâs a leather journal.â
Your brows draw together, but you do as he asks. He swallows as you sift carefully through the bag before settling back into your seat, journal resting in your lap as you wait for him to continue.
Fuck. Calm down.
He takes a steady breath.
âTurn to the very back.â
As the journal opens, his stomach drops for a moment as he remembers everything else written thereâpages never meant for anyone elseâs eyes. But when you flip straight to the back, bypassing the rest entirely, he breathes in relief.Â
The familiar page rests where he left it. Your finger traces lightly along the darkened, scorched edge.
He can feel your attention on him, waiting for something more, but he canât quite bring himself to look your way.
âRead that,â he says. âIf you want.â
He recites the words silently, long since memorizedâevery phrase, every line, every imperfection burned into the paper⊠and into him.
Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader
Word Count: 1.3K
CW: shoulder dislocation, professional/ethical boundary crossing, swearing, wrist pinning
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âIâm fucking fine,â the man growls through clenched teeth, twisting to yank his limp arm from your grasp. âI dont need you toââ
âSirââ you cut in firmly, even as you internally wince at the movement. His shoulder is unnaturally flat, the distinct lump an obvious sign of a dislocation. âYou need to stay still so I can reduce it. If you keep moving, you risk worsening the injuryâincreased pain, prolonged recovery⊠even permanent damage.â
His returning glare cuts straight through you. Still, as you hold your ground, meeting his stare, you register just how light his eyes areâa pale, striking shade of grey you donât think youâve ever seen before. You shove that thought aside. Attractive patients arenât exactly rare⊠though most of them arenât total assholes.
The air between you is tense as you both refuse to back down. Something flickers low in your stomach as you hold his gaze. Annoyance. Probably. But you donât budge.Â
He exhales through his nose and rolls his eyes.
âI couldâve done this myself,â he mutters. âBut fucking fine. Whatever. I donât have all day.â
Relief washes over you, you really are too tired to fight on this. Youâre used to stubborn patients, but good lord this man easily takes the cake.
âAlright then. Thanks so much,â you reply, a hint of sarcasm slipping in despite yourself.
His brow lifts slightly at that and you suppress the small smile threatening the corner of your mouth. You inhale slowly, refocusing.
âHow is your pain? Do you nââ
The curtain to the ER bay is abruptly thrown open, and a petite girl with uneven red pigtails barrels inside, making a beeline straight for the exam bed.
âLevi, oh my god, I am so sorry,â she squeals, skidding to a stop at his side. âWhat hââ
She freezes, face contorting.
âOh my god, ew. Your shoulder looks disgusting.â
The man, Levi apparently, shoots her a withering look, though thereâs a noticeable softness in his eyes now, a stark contrast to the way he regarded you.
So the attitude is just reserved for you. Lovely.
âThatâs what tends to happen when you get run over on fucking ice skates, brat.â
Well. Never mind.
She smiles sheepishly and mutters another apology. Your eyes flicker between them. Younger sister, maybe. Hard to tellâthey look nothing alike. Her bright green eyes and unruly red hair stand in clear contrast to his pale irises and dark hair, sides cropped into a neat undercut that suits the sharp line of his jaw a little too well.
Irrelevant. You clear your throat.
âIf youâre ready, I'll go ahead and proceed,â you cut in, and they both turn toward you like theyâve only just remembered youâre standing there. âWould you like her to stay, orâŠâ
âOoooh, I wanna watch! Are you going to pop his arm back in? Are you going to cut into it? Oh my gââ
âNo.â He says it flatly, already shaking his head. âYou are not watching this.â
She pouts immediately. âBut Leeevi, please, please, I wannaââ
âI said no,â he repeats, tone final. âGo wait with Furlan. Now.â
She tilts her head with an exaggerated groan. âUgh, fine. Youâre no fun.â
You wait as she drags her feet toward the exit, pausing only to glare at him and stick her tongue out before disappearing behind the curtain. Levi exhales sharply, eyes rolling once more.
You raise a brow at him, a small smile pressing at the corner of your mouth. âLittle sister, I take it?â
âYeah. Howd you guess,â he replies dryly.
You let out a quiet breath of a laugh. âJust an inkling. I have a sense for these kinds of things. Itâs a talent.â He glances at you from the corner of his eye, another soft huff leaving him that sounds suspiciously like a laugh.
âAlright then,â you continue, âI need you to sit up straight and face this way, please.â
He grunts as he shifts upright. You take his forearm in your hands again, and this time, he doesnât pull away. His skin is warm beneath your fingers, muscle taut with anticipation.
âIâm going to guide the head of the humerus back into the socket,â you explain evenly, meeting his eyes. âItâs going to hurt for a moment⊠and then it should feel significantly better.â
âJust get on with it already,â he mutters.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. âTake a slow breath in.â
His silver gaze searches yours. Whatever heâs looking for, he seems to find, because he gives a short nod and does as instructed. Supporting his elbow, you apply steady traction, carefully rotating the arm outward. Thereâs a brief moment of resistance, then a soft pop as the joint slides back into place.Â
A curse slips through his clenched teeth and his eyes squeeze shut. But almost immediately, the rigid set of his shoulders eases. You release his arm slowly, watching for any sign of lingering discomfort. Professional composure keeps your expression neutral⊠though privately, you feel the faintest flicker of satisfaction.
Itâs not that you enjoy causing patients pain, of course.
But after that attitude?
âŠmaybe just a little.
His eyes open again, narrowing on you intently. He rolls his shoulder experimentally, testing the range.
ââŠis that it?â
âYep.â You reach for the sanitizer, rubbing your hands together briskly. âYouâll want to avoid strenuous movement for a few days. No lifting, no sudden rotation. Ice intermittently to help with swelling. Hereâstand up.â
He rises as you retrieve the sling from the counter.
He watches closely as you demonstrate how to position it. When you reach to adjust the fabric near his collarbone, your fingers accidentally brush the side of his neck. His breath stills. For a split second,, his gaze seems to drop to your mouth before returning to your eyes.
You pretend not to notice.
He shifts his arm slightly, testing the support. âFeels a little loose.â
âIt shouldnât. Hold still,â you murmur, stepping closer as you move around him to correct the alignment.
He quiets as you close the distance, the warmth of him noticeable even through the thin hospital gown. Your fingers adjust the strap at the back of his shoulder, smoothing the fabric where it twists.
âBetter?â
âYeah.â
He doesnt move away.
Your hand lingers at the strap, fingers loosely curled in the fabric. You realize a second too late you havenât let go. You feel the slow, steady rise and fall of his breathing.
You should step back.
Instead, you unnecessarily smooth the strap at the base of his neck again. His gaze tracks the movement of your hands before lifting to your face. Heâs close enough now that you can see the faint tick in his jaw. His hand shifts, fingers settling lightly at your waist, as if giving you time to pull away.
Your breath falters, awareness tightening low in your stomach. He searches your eyes, waiting for hesitation.
He finds none. That seems to be all the permission he needs.
His sling brushes your sleeve as he leans closer, the fabric shifting between you. The distance closes without a word, warmth meeting your lips. The kiss is tentative for only a second before it deepens, your hand lifting instinctively toward his shoulders.
He pulls back sharply with a quiet hiss.
âOhâshit, sorry!â you breathe, eyes widening as realization hits.
His gaze snaps back to yours, something heated simmering just beneath the surface.
âSâfine,â he mutters, voice rougher than before. This time when he kisses you, thereâs far less restraint.
You barely register moving until your back meets the wall with a soft thud, a startled sound catching in your throat as his hand slides up your arms, guiding your wrists above your head. His grip is firm, keeping your hands pinned against the wall without jostling his injured shoulder.
âNow you cant mess up the shoulder you just fixed,â he murmurs against your mouth.
You almost manage a retortâalmostâbut the words disappear when his leg presses between yours. Somewhere in the back of your mind, a distant voice insists this is probably a terrible idea.
