okay how do we feel about plug!eren who steals u from your boyfriend who has been buying off of him and treats u like shit so eren thinks he can treat you better <3
ok void in blue and knee socks coming tomorrow sorry guys i simply got too engrossed in an armin fic and honestly i wouldn't have it any other way! but i am working on them and they should definitely be finished tomorrow sorry LOL
i havent read a long fic in a long time esp for aot so here are the ones i have been eyeing/have read partially
generous is a levi/reader in canon (i've read this, it's not finished yet though)
of tea and high buildings is a levi/reader in modern (i havent read this but its on my tbr)
and im sorry that's all i got rn đđđđđ i've been lacking on reading fics with how much i've been writing and work and GRE prep soooo yeah.
IF ANYONE ELSE HAS RECS PLEASE FEEL FREE TO LIST THEM BELOW.
What if communication begins to open back up? They work together, she's his subordinate, they at some point are going to have to communicate and interact or else it will become very obvious to everyone else that something is going on.
Rather than it being him like kissing her out of nowhere quickly after, instead he's still choosing her for tasks. Still acting like he original did with a little too much attention on her. Creates this push and pull of wtf does he want from me. Which bridges into the trust. Does she trust his own progression at his own pace. The first time she was the direct one and she made the moves. Maybe this time he has to come to terms with his attraction to her like she did him him originally. Maybe she's got to prove she's not just going to die at any sign of conflict. Things escalate politically or something big happens in a expedition and she does well and shows some kind of bravery or leadership or some quality he views as admirable.
yes this is actually exactly what i was thinking! without giving much away i am thinking about having them have some proximity through tiny things that he initiates, kinda a call back to the first thing in the library that they had earlier. but instead this time it's more on his terms.
and yes i am planning for reader to get more slay girlboss
I do think it would be interested if Levi broke first.
Like reader has been pretty clear on her interest in him. Not hard to read. Easy to see she's been upset.
Levi though acts normal. Hard to read. Has been very sudden and hard to expect how he's going to react or act.
They've hooked up but she doesnt really know anything definitive about him. Like when she touches him and instead of it being a dominant thing specifically, he just knew he couldn't hold back. So there's some level of vulnerability there that's expressing separately from how she expresses things.
I think it would be something unexpected. Like they get to talking again and she's a little hopeful. And then he doesnt something completely unexpected while being oblivious to how not slick it was. Which also brings this unbalanced thing to their understandings of eachother and what eachothers intentions are. Leave room for plenty of miscommunication. They may both be direct, but they're direct in completely different ways.
yes i definitely get what u are saying. miscommunication is practically oozing from both of them lmao. first with how reader doesn't think levi cares AT ALL vs how in the levi chapter we get to see that he actually does care a lot. he's just scared of bridging his feelings forward towards her because everyone around him usually dies.
i think it would be interesting if reader gets to know levi in a different setting instead of something just sexual, like actually get to knowing who he is behind it all so that they can build trust with each other. act one is labeled 'discovery' and act two is labeled 'trust.' so i think a big theme is going to be establishing trust, not only in a sexual way, but an emotional way too.
is camisados name inspired based of the panic song.. and are you done with the eren fic about him like locking reader in dungeon i forget the name
the dungeon comment oh my god i laughed so hard
but yes camisado's name originally started from the panic song, but the actual meaning of camisado is a military term for a 'surprise attack' and i thought that actually fit well with reader/levi relationship.
and yes the eren fic void in blue is getting updated with the next chapter tonight (most likely very late though)
âââ â CAMISADO ; levi ackerman (chapter eight)
levi ackerman x fem!reader
summary: between sleepless nights, bruised hands, and captain leviâs relentless attention, the line between self-preservation and self-destruction begins to blur. captain levi watches you like heâs waiting for you to make a mistake. the problem is that you canât stop watching him back.
content warning(s): age difference, power imbalance, loss of innocence, mildly dubious consent, canon-typical violence, circa season 1 of aot, aged up recruits, slight eren yeager/reader, not so slowburn, eventual explicit sexual content.
chapter specific warnings: nothing :p
author's note: this is officially the end of 'act one' of camisado. 'act two' starts in the next chapter! this is definitely not the end of levi and reader, they still got a lot more to go through ;) things will start to look up eventually, my dear readers.
The sun still shined and the trees still swayed in the wind.Â
It was a thought that came to you three days after Levi had equated your twisted relationship as a mistake. A lapse in judgement. What had been there, if there had been anything there in the first place, had burst into flames and now laid on the floor of ashes and cinder. You shouldâve been grateful that you received the courtesy of him telling you personally instead of phasing you out of his life entirely, but that gratefulness had lasted approximately ten minutes after you walked out of that cramped office space and a lingering feeling of hazy dread replaced it.Â
Despite the heaviness of your heart, the world kept spinning. The sun still rose at precisely the same hour and recruits still hurried in between the halls of Stohess Districtâs Military Police compound, loud enough that it carried through the open window and behind closed doors. Youâd almost been offended by the way the world went on with everything regardless of the hardness felt in your chest. It was strange how everyone could go about their day like a part of your life had ended quietly three days ago.Â
You had become embarrassingly good at determining whose footsteps were walking down the hallway before you looked up to greet them with your eyes. Hange walked with hurried enthusiasm that was dripping through the floorboards from miles away, boots striking the floor unevenly. Mikasa and Jean walked in a similar cadence, measured and unwavering beside you towards the mess halls and outside to roam Stohess District.Â
Leviâs footsteps were almost always quieter than everyone else's, deliberate with every pace holding untold meaning. Deliberate. Youâd always looked up before he reached the doorway or before he turned the corner because you knew it was him, and it was especially easier now to determine which strides were his now that he walked with a slight twinge in his step from injury to his ankle. Now, whenever you recognized his approach, you found something else to look at.Â
The floor was the safest bet, it was always there. Sometimes you would shake it up by looking at whoever you were walking with, anything to silently create your own walls directed exactly at Levi. If he was going to shut you out, you werenât going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you upset, it was clear he didnât care about your feelings.Â
You wondered if he even thought about it anymore, or it became a distant memory. If he caught himself thinking about all the little moments that you had obsessively committed to memory shamelessly weeks ago and folded them into the same corner of his mind that he tossed everything else he deemed a lapse in judgement.Â
You hated yourself for wondering at all, it was unproductive and frankly, it was starting to become a tad bit humiliating.Â
Levi had made it perfectly clear of how he felt about you and yet your mind continued to search for some type of hidden meaning behind the words. Like he was trying to play hard to get, which was a stupid thought all on its own. Levi didnât need to play hard to get when he didnât care in the first place. Every single time you replayed that conversation in your mind, a stubborn part of yourself insisted that maybe you had missed something or misinterpreted his words. Maybe the look on his face, the way his cool gaze almost flickered into something behind those steel grey eyes.Â
Perhaps there was a chance that âÂ
No, youâd heard him clearly. You were a lapse in judgement. It was what you told yourself while brushing your hair or polishing your ODM with a detached clinical hand, and most often as you were falling asleep. Four stupid words that had dismantled weeks of carefully built trust that you barely had in the first place for your Captain.Â
Your room, which you shared with Mikasa, has become your favorite place to hide. There were only two smaller twin beds, chests for your things at the end of them, and a wash basin near the corner, and yet you decided it was exactly the place you wanted to spend most of your time during your stay. You didnât particularly like being as alone as you were making yourself be, but it was one of the few places where you didnât have to wonder if Levi was just around the next corner.Â
You lingered longer than necessary fastening the straps around your thighs that Mikasa was beginning to become a bit impatient, staring you down as you checked your harness twice despite knowing that everything sat exactly where it was supposed to.Â
âYou checked that one already,â Mikasa observed, walking closer to the edge of your bed. âAnd that one too.âÂ
Your hands paused from their descent to check the ones at your calves. â. . . did I?âÂ
âTwice.âÂ
âRight.âÂ
A heavy silence settled between you both, Mikasa wasnât the type of person to fill the quiet. Her dark eyes followed your movements as you found another strap to fuss over, kneeling down in front of you to force you to look at her, black hair falling along her forehead. âYouâre stalling.âÂ
Your fingers stalled, finally giving up with your fussing. âIâm not.â A pause. â . . . maybe a little.âÂ
Mikasa let the admission hang for a moment before she stood, brushing invisible dust from the front of her uniform. Instead of walking to the door, she just stayed frozen enough that you leaned back from your crouching position and looked up from your space at the edge of the bed. You were about to say something about how it was creepy for her to stare, but what she said next caught you off guard.Â
âIs this about Captain Levi?âÂ
Your breath caught in your throat and for a fleeting second, you considered lying to save your own skin. It would have been easier to call her crazy instead of giving shape to something you hadnât told anyone except the person it happened with. Youâd been carrying this secret for so long it felt wrong to give it away now that it was over completely, you didnât want to talk about it like an afterthought.Â
âWhat are youââÂ
âDonât do that.âÂ
Mikasa had known you for years, she had the ability to see through you before you even finished the sentence. The guys were very good at not reading in between the lines and seeing things at face value, but Mikasa wasnât them.Â
You grabbed your green cloak on your bed and pulled it into your lap, twisting the fabric in your fingers absentmindedly, tracing the patches and inconsistent sewing of the seams in the material. âWe . . .â the word caught in your throat as you tried to think of the right words to use. âWe werenât together.âÂ
She took a step back and sat down on the edge of her mattress so she was face level with you. âWhat were you thinking?â She asked you, though there wasnât an ounce of accusation in her voice, just a plain question between two friends.Â
You let out a quiet laugh, wanting to roll your eyes. âI wasnât thinking,â you admitted, shaking your head. Your fingers continued to worry at the fabric in your lap until the Wings of Freedom had begun to wrinkle beneath your thumb, immediately brushing it straight and continuing the pattern over and over again. âI mean . . . it was a terrible idea.âÂ
âIt was,â Mikasa said, nodding. âHeâs our Captain. If it wasnât fully your decisionââÂ
Your eyes widened. âNo, it wasnât like that. It was mutual.âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
Mikasa accepted your answer without hesitation and the tension that settled in her shoulders eased immediately. It wasnât disbelief that had prompted her question, she wanted to make sure that it hadnât been something worse than it actually was. She believed you. âI still donât understand,â she admitted. âHe doesnât strike me as someone who would let something like that happen.âÂ
A humorless laugh left your mouth. âI know.â You rested your elbows on your knees, abandoning the cloak and opting to bury your face into your hands for a brief moment before dragging them down your face. âI kept thinking the same thing even while it was happening.âÂ
âSo then . . . how?âÂ
âI donât know,â you said. âOne day everything was normal and then the next day I just stopped looking at him like he wasnât just my Captain anymore. And I tried to tell myself that I was being stupid for thinking anything could happen and then it did. And I got so caught up in it.â You paused, returning to her eyes. âHow did you know?âÂ
Mikasa let out a sound that could be attributed to a laugh if it wasnât so guarded. âYouâre not subtle.âÂ
âMikasa, youâre not helping,â you said, a tiny laugh running past your lips, a momentary pause from the heaviness you felt. âHow? Does anyone else know?âÂ
âNo, they donât. At least I donât think so,â she spoke. âI knew something was wrong after that night in the woods. You walked out of that tent looking like you saw a ghost, you wouldnât look at him.âÂ
You recalled the feeling from that morning, how intensely you were trying to look as though nothing in that tent happened except sleeping. How you tried to pretend that Leviâs hands hadnât been all over your entire body, bringing out feelings of pleasure you didnât know were possible.Â
Thinking back, you couldnât remember ever looking at Mikasa that morning, at least not in the way that would suggest you were scared she noticed something. You were too busy trying to dodge Erenâs insistent questions, too caught up in convincing yourself that if you acted normally that no one would ever suspect a thing. And right under your nose, someone already had.Â
âI didnât know what happened,â Mikasa continued. âI just knew something did. You werenât acting like yourself.âÂ
You hadnât been acting like yourself for a long time. Youâd gotten swept up in this messy thing with Levi that you couldnât remember the last time you did something without wondering what he would think.Â
You looked for him after training, caught yourself paying closer attention during briefings in case he noticed if you dozed off, and you even started taking greater care of your gear so he didnât comment about how unclean you were being. It wasnât because you wanted his praise, you wanted him to think you were becoming the type of soldier who deserved to be in the same room as him.Â
Now, though, you didnât know what to do with yourself without the drive to gain his approval. Heâd worked his way into the rhythm of your days and now he was gone, and now you werenât sure what had belonged to you before heâd been there.Â
Perhaps it was time for you to start figuring that out. That would take your attention away from the ache in your heart, a stupid Levi shaped hole would eventually be patched up. It would take a long time, but it would happen, right? âEventuallyâ was a comforting word. But it didnât belong to today, or tomorrow, or maybe not the days of the next coming weeks. It would get better, it had to get better.Â
âWe should go get breakfast,â she said, snapping you out of her thoughts. âAre you finally done fidgeting with your uniform? Or should we stay for another thirty minutes and break down your inappropriate relationship with our Captain more?âÂ
You scoffed, standing up and throwing your cloak over your shoulders. âYouâre evil and not funny.âÂ
Mikasa held the door open. âReady?âÂ
You glanced toward one end of the hallway beyond her shoulder then the other, and there was no sign of Levi. Now that you knew Mikasa knew, it felt less like a performance to pretend you were okay. At least Mikasa wouldnât tell anyone, she wasnât the type to blab secrets to people who didnât deserve to hear it. Even if it was Eren or Armin.Â
Together, you stepped into the corridor and walked towards the mess hall.
im rewatching disney channel original movies today and im thinking about a singer eren yeager au based on starstruck pls tell me other people have seen this movie
