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| The only thing we’re allowed to do is believe that we won’t regret the choice we made | She/Her

[meowjaa]

✧ M A S T E R L I S T ✧

hello this is mewojaa's current masterlist this list all of my works, if you have any request + questions do not feel scared to ask, if I forget any please let me know im sort of new to this other than that I will be updating this! <33

✧ ATTACK ON TITAN ✧

✧ LEVI ACKERMAN ✧

✧ competition ✧: part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - (MDNI) part 4

✧ okay yes im jealous ✧: part 1 - part 2

✧ undercover ✧: part 1 - part 2 - part 3

✧ parent teacher conference ✧: part 1 - part 2 - part 3

✧ handcuffed together ✧: link

✧ clean up ✧: clean up

✧ comfort ✧: comfort

✧ waiter ✧: link

✧ stalker-ish ✧: link

✧ hair cut ✧: link

( THE NAME OF ANY WRITING WILL BE PUT UNDER HERE IF IT IS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ANY OF THE STORIES LISTED)

✧ COMPETITION ✧

✧ UNDERCOVER ✧

✧ CLEAN UP✧

✧ cute little thing I wrote ✧: link

✧ another stupid cute little thing I wrote ✧: link

✧ cheesy but sort of cute ✧: link

✧ pretty please, hell no ✧: link

✧ levi having a massive crush on y/n ✧: link

[meowjaa]

What If? - A NYU College Series

Author's Note - I haven't posted in forever, but I came up with this series idea. There are no characters from any shows. Just original characters (introducing Malia Vale and Julian Brooks) So if you see this, feel free to give it a try! Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1 - Finance Bros

The man at the far end of the subway car was singing. Not well—not even close—but with the kind of reckless abandon that suggested he either didn’t care who heard him or genuinely believed he sounded good. His voice cracked on a high note, something vaguely resembling a sea shanty, and Malia Vale resisted the urge to clap sarcastically. Instead, she tucked her earbuds in tighter and slouched lower in her seat, the strap of her bag digging into her shoulder.

She’d chosen the seat deliberately, sandwiched between a woman buried in a romance novel and a guy who smelled like fry bread and motor oil. Safe. Unremarkable. Exactly how she wanted to be on her first day at NYU—invisible until she decided otherwise. The acceptance letter had been a full ride, sure, but Malia knew the game. Business majors here weren’t just students; they were competitors, sharks who’d sniff out weakness before her ass even hit the lecture hall seat.

The subway lurched to a stop, and Malia stood before the doors fully opened, slipping out behind a tourist family weighed down by oversized backpacks. Outside, the city hit her like a wall—honking cabs, the sharp tang of pretzel carts, and the low hum of a thousand conversations she wasn’t part of. Perfect. She adjusted her sunglasses and strode forward, her boots clicking against the pavement in a rhythm that said don’t fuck with me without her having to say a word.

The business building loomed ahead, all sleek glass and self-importance. Malia paused at the steps, rolling her shoulders back. She’d dressed carefully—black slacks, a fitted blazer, and a shirt just sheer enough to be interesting without crossing into try-hard. The trick was to look like you belonged without looking like you cared. She’d mastered that by seventeen.

The lecture hall smelled like stale coffee and ambition, the kind of place where futures were either made or broken before lunch. Malia scanned the rows, noting the clusters of polo-shirted guys already laughing too loud, their voices bouncing off the vaulted ceiling like a bad stock tip. She smirked, veering left toward an empty seat near the back—until someone’s elbow knocked into her shoulder, sending her stumbling sideways.

“Easy there, killer.” The voice was dry, unhurried. Malia turned to see a guy—tall, broad-shouldered, stupid sunglasses perched on his head—holding out a half-eaten bagel like a peace offering. His other hand cradled a Starbucks cup, the lid slightly askew. “You look like you’re about to murder someone. Might want to dial it back before the FBI shows up.”

Malia blinked. Most guys either ignored her or tried way too hard to impress her. This one just… didn’t seem to care. “I’m practicing my resting bitch face,” she said flatly. “It’s a survival tactic.”

“Julian.” He took a bite of his bagel, chewing thoughtfully before nodding toward the seat beside him. “And FYI, it’s working. The finance bros over there are already terrified.”

Malia hesitated, glancing at the empty seat Julian had nodded toward. It was prime real estate—far enough from the professor’s podium to avoid direct eye contact, but close enough to the aisle for a quick escape if needed. The fact that he’d offered it so casually, like he wasn’t even registering the unspoken territorial warfare of lecture hall seating, threw her off. Most guys would’ve either manspreaded into both spots or tried to “accidentally” brush her knee. Julian just took another bite of his bagel.

“Fine,” she muttered, sliding into the seat and dropping her bag between them like a barrier. “But if you start mansplaining Keynesian economics, I’m throwing your coffee at the wall.”

Julian snorted, nearly choking on his bagel. “Keynes was a hack,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Also, that’s a venti caramel macchiato. You’d be doing me a favor.”

From the front row, one of the polo-shirted finance bros twisted around, grinning like he’d just overheard the funniest inside joke. “Brooks, you sitting with her now?” he stage-whispered, nudging his friend. “Did you lose a bet or something?”

Julian didn’t even glance up. He flipped the guy off with his free hand, the one not holding his coffee, and took a slow, deliberate sip. “Damn, Henderson,” he said, voice dripping with faux sympathy. “Did your dad finally cut you off? Is that why you’re so obsessed with my seating choices?”

Malia arched a brow, half expecting him to backpedal—apologize to his bros, make some weak joke at her expense. But Julian just leaned back in his seat, stretching his legs out under the desk like he owned the place. The finance bros muttered something she couldn’t catch, but they turned back around fast enough.

“You’re gonna get demoted from their dick-measuring club,” Malia said, unzipping her bag just to have something to do with her hands.

“Oh no,” Julian deadpanned. “Anyway.” He tilted his head toward the front of the room, where the professor—a wiry woman with a shock of gray hair and a glare that could curdle milk—was tapping her pen against the podium. “You might want to take notes. Dr. Lewiston fails people for breathing wrong.”

Malia’s pen hovered over her notebook, but she wasn’t writing. Instead, she was watching Julian out of the corner of her eye as he scribbled something down with the kind of focus usually reserved for defusing bombs. His handwriting was surprisingly neat—annoyingly so—and he didn’t even glance up when Dr. Lewiston launched into a tirade about “the moral bankruptcy of late-stage capitalism.”

“You’re staring,” Julian murmured, still writing. “If you’re waiting for me to morph into a misogynistic cryptobro, you’ll be disappointed. I’m just here for the free coffee in the alumni lounge.”

Malia scoffed, but the corner of her mouth twitched. “I was not staring. I was—”

“—Evaluating whether I’m secretly a villain in a rom-com?” Julian capped his pen with a quiet click. “Spoiler: I’m not. I just don’t like people who treat undergrad like a fraternity pledge.”

Malia had planned to ignore Julian for the entire lecture—planned to scribble notes with the precision of a courtroom stenographer and leave the second the professor dismissed them. But halfway through Dr. Lewiston’s rant about corporate greed, Julian slid his notebook toward her. In the margin, next to a surprisingly detailed doodle of the professor as a pirate, he’d written: Bet you $5 she starts quoting Marx before the hour’s up.

Malia pressed her lips together. She’d seen this move before—the performative ally, the guy who thought feminism was a party trick he could trot out to impress women. But Julian wasn’t even looking at her; he was lazily spinning his pen between his fingers, his attention flicking between the lecture and the window, like he’d already forgotten the bet existed.

She snatched his pen and scrawled beneath his words: Make it $10 and you’re on.

Julian’s eyebrows shot up when he saw her response, but before he could reply, Dr. Lewiston slammed her textbook shut with a crack that made half the class jump. “And that,” she announced, “is why Marx argued that capitalism is inherently unsustainable. Any questions?”

Julian didn’t even hesitate. He slid a crumpled ten-dollar bill across the desk toward Malia, his expression so smug it should’ve been illegal. “Told you,” he mouthed, and Malia had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. She pocketed the money with a flourish, then flipped to a fresh page in her notebook just to hide the fact that her fingers were twitching with something dangerously close to amusement.

The lecture droned on, but Malia found herself stealing glances at Julian’s notes instead of her own. His margins were littered with absurd doodles—Dr. Lewiston as a pirate, yes, but also the finance bros as seagulls fighting over a single french fry, and a surprisingly accurate sketch of the Starbucks logo with fangs. It was ridiculous. It was also, annoyingly, kind of good.

When the class finally ended, Malia shoved her things into her bag with deliberate speed, half-expecting Julian to linger like guys usually did—some half-baked excuse about “studying together” or a transparent offer to “walk her to her next class.” But Julian just stood, stretched, and dumped his empty coffee cup into the trash with a lazy flick of his wrist. “Later, Vale,” he said over his shoulder, already halfway up the aisle.

Malia blinked. That was it? No awkward small talk, no performative concern about her “getting home safe”? Just—later? She opened her mouth, then closed it. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. She was the one who walked away first. Always.

The words later, Vale bounced around her skull like a stray bullet as Malia watched Julian disappear into the sea of students flooding the lecture hall exits. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag—she should’ve been relieved. This was exactly what she’d wanted: no fuss, no fake niceties, no thinly veiled attempts at flirting. So why did her stomach twist like she’d missed a step on the subway stairs?

Outside, the afternoon sun glared off the pavement, turning puddles from yesterday’s rain into blinding mirrors. Malia veered left toward the library, her boots scuffing against concrete. She had three hours before her next class, and she’d planned to spend them buried in a carrel, memorizing supply chain logistics like they were sacred texts.

Thanks for reading, let me know what you think!! :))

[meowjaa]

What If? - A NYU College Series

Author's Note - I haven't posted in forever, but I came up with this series idea. There are no characters from any shows. Just original characters (introducing Malia Vale and Julian Brooks) So if you see this, feel free to give it a try! Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1 - Finance Bros

The man at the far end of the subway car was singing. Not well—not even close—but with the kind of reckless abandon that suggested he either didn’t care who heard him or genuinely believed he sounded good. His voice cracked on a high note, something vaguely resembling a sea shanty, and Malia Vale resisted the urge to clap sarcastically. Instead, she tucked her earbuds in tighter and slouched lower in her seat, the strap of her bag digging into her shoulder.

She’d chosen the seat deliberately, sandwiched between a woman buried in a romance novel and a guy who smelled like fry bread and motor oil. Safe. Unremarkable. Exactly how she wanted to be on her first day at NYU—invisible until she decided otherwise. The acceptance letter had been a full ride, sure, but Malia knew the game. Business majors here weren’t just students; they were competitors, sharks who’d sniff out weakness before her ass even hit the lecture hall seat.

The subway lurched to a stop, and Malia stood before the doors fully opened, slipping out behind a tourist family weighed down by oversized backpacks. Outside, the city hit her like a wall—honking cabs, the sharp tang of pretzel carts, and the low hum of a thousand conversations she wasn’t part of. Perfect. She adjusted her sunglasses and strode forward, her boots clicking against the pavement in a rhythm that said don’t fuck with me without her having to say a word.

The business building loomed ahead, all sleek glass and self-importance. Malia paused at the steps, rolling her shoulders back. She’d dressed carefully—black slacks, a fitted blazer, and a shirt just sheer enough to be interesting without crossing into try-hard. The trick was to look like you belonged without looking like you cared. She’d mastered that by seventeen.

The lecture hall smelled like stale coffee and ambition, the kind of place where futures were either made or broken before lunch. Malia scanned the rows, noting the clusters of polo-shirted guys already laughing too loud, their voices bouncing off the vaulted ceiling like a bad stock tip. She smirked, veering left toward an empty seat near the back—until someone’s elbow knocked into her shoulder, sending her stumbling sideways.

“Easy there, killer.” The voice was dry, unhurried. Malia turned to see a guy—tall, broad-shouldered, stupid sunglasses perched on his head—holding out a half-eaten bagel like a peace offering. His other hand cradled a Starbucks cup, the lid slightly askew. “You look like you’re about to murder someone. Might want to dial it back before the FBI shows up.”

Malia blinked. Most guys either ignored her or tried way too hard to impress her. This one just… didn’t seem to care. “I’m practicing my resting bitch face,” she said flatly. “It’s a survival tactic.”

“Julian.” He took a bite of his bagel, chewing thoughtfully before nodding toward the seat beside him. “And FYI, it’s working. The finance bros over there are already terrified.”

Malia hesitated, glancing at the empty seat Julian had nodded toward. It was prime real estate—far enough from the professor’s podium to avoid direct eye contact, but close enough to the aisle for a quick escape if needed. The fact that he’d offered it so casually, like he wasn’t even registering the unspoken territorial warfare of lecture hall seating, threw her off. Most guys would’ve either manspreaded into both spots or tried to “accidentally” brush her knee. Julian just took another bite of his bagel.

“Fine,” she muttered, sliding into the seat and dropping her bag between them like a barrier. “But if you start mansplaining Keynesian economics, I’m throwing your coffee at the wall.”

Julian snorted, nearly choking on his bagel. “Keynes was a hack,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Also, that’s a venti caramel macchiato. You’d be doing me a favor.”

From the front row, one of the polo-shirted finance bros twisted around, grinning like he’d just overheard the funniest inside joke. “Brooks, you sitting with her now?” he stage-whispered, nudging his friend. “Did you lose a bet or something?”

Julian didn’t even glance up. He flipped the guy off with his free hand, the one not holding his coffee, and took a slow, deliberate sip. “Damn, Henderson,” he said, voice dripping with faux sympathy. “Did your dad finally cut you off? Is that why you’re so obsessed with my seating choices?”

Malia arched a brow, half expecting him to backpedal—apologize to his bros, make some weak joke at her expense. But Julian just leaned back in his seat, stretching his legs out under the desk like he owned the place. The finance bros muttered something she couldn’t catch, but they turned back around fast enough.

“You’re gonna get demoted from their dick-measuring club,” Malia said, unzipping her bag just to have something to do with her hands.

“Oh no,” Julian deadpanned. “Anyway.” He tilted his head toward the front of the room, where the professor—a wiry woman with a shock of gray hair and a glare that could curdle milk—was tapping her pen against the podium. “You might want to take notes. Dr. Lewiston fails people for breathing wrong.”

Malia’s pen hovered over her notebook, but she wasn’t writing. Instead, she was watching Julian out of the corner of her eye as he scribbled something down with the kind of focus usually reserved for defusing bombs. His handwriting was surprisingly neat—annoyingly so—and he didn’t even glance up when Dr. Lewiston launched into a tirade about “the moral bankruptcy of late-stage capitalism.”

“You’re staring,” Julian murmured, still writing. “If you’re waiting for me to morph into a misogynistic cryptobro, you’ll be disappointed. I’m just here for the free coffee in the alumni lounge.”

Malia scoffed, but the corner of her mouth twitched. “I was not staring. I was—”

“—Evaluating whether I’m secretly a villain in a rom-com?” Julian capped his pen with a quiet click. “Spoiler: I’m not. I just don’t like people who treat undergrad like a fraternity pledge.”

Malia had planned to ignore Julian for the entire lecture—planned to scribble notes with the precision of a courtroom stenographer and leave the second the professor dismissed them. But halfway through Dr. Lewiston’s rant about corporate greed, Julian slid his notebook toward her. In the margin, next to a surprisingly detailed doodle of the professor as a pirate, he’d written: Bet you $5 she starts quoting Marx before the hour’s up.

Malia pressed her lips together. She’d seen this move before—the performative ally, the guy who thought feminism was a party trick he could trot out to impress women. But Julian wasn’t even looking at her; he was lazily spinning his pen between his fingers, his attention flicking between the lecture and the window, like he’d already forgotten the bet existed.

She snatched his pen and scrawled beneath his words: Make it $10 and you’re on.

Julian’s eyebrows shot up when he saw her response, but before he could reply, Dr. Lewiston slammed her textbook shut with a crack that made half the class jump. “And that,” she announced, “is why Marx argued that capitalism is inherently unsustainable. Any questions?”

Julian didn’t even hesitate. He slid a crumpled ten-dollar bill across the desk toward Malia, his expression so smug it should’ve been illegal. “Told you,” he mouthed, and Malia had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. She pocketed the money with a flourish, then flipped to a fresh page in her notebook just to hide the fact that her fingers were twitching with something dangerously close to amusement.

The lecture droned on, but Malia found herself stealing glances at Julian’s notes instead of her own. His margins were littered with absurd doodles—Dr. Lewiston as a pirate, yes, but also the finance bros as seagulls fighting over a single french fry, and a surprisingly accurate sketch of the Starbucks logo with fangs. It was ridiculous. It was also, annoyingly, kind of good.

When the class finally ended, Malia shoved her things into her bag with deliberate speed, half-expecting Julian to linger like guys usually did—some half-baked excuse about “studying together” or a transparent offer to “walk her to her next class.” But Julian just stood, stretched, and dumped his empty coffee cup into the trash with a lazy flick of his wrist. “Later, Vale,” he said over his shoulder, already halfway up the aisle.

Malia blinked. That was it? No awkward small talk, no performative concern about her “getting home safe”? Just—later? She opened her mouth, then closed it. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. She was the one who walked away first. Always.

The words later, Vale bounced around her skull like a stray bullet as Malia watched Julian disappear into the sea of students flooding the lecture hall exits. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag—she should’ve been relieved. This was exactly what she’d wanted: no fuss, no fake niceties, no thinly veiled attempts at flirting. So why did her stomach twist like she’d missed a step on the subway stairs?

Outside, the afternoon sun glared off the pavement, turning puddles from yesterday’s rain into blinding mirrors. Malia veered left toward the library, her boots scuffing against concrete. She had three hours before her next class, and she’d planned to spend them buried in a carrel, memorizing supply chain logistics like they were sacred texts.

Thanks for reading, let me know what you think!! :))

[meowjaa]

Roman with a woman of color she knows he’s a little weird but she likes it (my oc x canon)

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[succession-thoughts]

I saw this image and got super excited

and then I started laughing because it was in that moment that I realized I had officially become this

[littlelasagne]

I commissioned the wonderful @ynhart to draw tattoo artist Levi from the lovely Valentine's fic Budding by @dontatmethanks

Isn't it beautiful? I'M OBSESSED 🌹🌷🥀

[rivangel]

Levi: 🤨 Eren: 😟

[meowjaa]

✧ underground ✧

warning: swearing, alcohol, knife mention, fighting, blood, the undergound, levi ackerman x fem!reader <33 if theres any other mentions I forgot please do not be afraid to let me know :))

context: fem!reader and levi are in the underground in their 20's and as y/n scraped up some coins for a decent amount of food she bumped into the levi..

a/n: enjoy this but uh as you can tell I love enemies to lovers but enjoy my loves <333

Levi watched her go, fingers brushing his lips. "Likewise," he muttered to the empty air. But they both knew it was a lie. What had started as enmity had evolved into an undeniable, complicated desire that could no longer be ignored…

Y/N's breath caught as Levi's fingers grazed slowly up the nape of her neck, his touch both feather-light and searing. She tilted her head instinctively, pulse quickening when his lips replaced his fingers, trailing languid kisses along the sensitive skin. A soft sigh escaped her parted lips when his teeth grazed her earlobe, his warm breath making her shiver.

"We shouldn't…" she protested weakly, the words fading into a gasp as Levi's hands slid unhurriedly down her sides, thumbs glancing teasingly along the curves of her waist.

"Give me one good reason why not," he challenged, nuzzling against her neck, voice a low rumble that reverberated through her. His steady hands anchored her hips against his, the contact igniting sparks beneath her skin.

She grasped for coherent thoughts, but they scattered like leaves in a storm when his intense gaze captured hers. Up close, the cool gray of his eyes gave way to flickers of blue, dark and fathomless, drawing her into their depths.

"This will only end badly," she managed to whisper even as her fingers moved of their own volition, tracing the sharp lines of his jaw, fascinated by the contrast of soft skin over steel.

Levi said nothing, but dipped his head to brush his lips temptingly over hers. The kiss was slow, deliberate, coaxing a response rather than demanding. Y/N's lips parted helplessly, inviting him in. She felt his mouth curve into a subtle smile against hers, knowing he had won this round.

But as their kiss deepened unhurriedly, no victor emerged. They were both equally intoxicated, lost in this temporary oasis where only the two of them existed. Reality could wait a little longer…

Y/N took a steadying breath as she followed Levi through the winding tunnels of the Underground. He had unexpectedly asked her to meet two of his closest companions tonight. The significance of this invitation after keeping their affair secret for so long was not lost on her.

As they neared a doorway emitting a warm glow, Levi stopped and turned to her. "Let me do the talking first," he muttered. "They can be…overwhelming."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "I think I can handle meeting your friends, Levi."

He looked unconvinced but simply motioned her inside. Immediately, a feminine voice squealed in delight.

"Big bro, you're back! And you must be Y/N!" A bubbly redhead enveloped Y/N in an enthusiastic hug. "I'm Isabel! Wow you're even prettier than Levi said!"

Y/N shot a surprised glance at Levi as he pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "Fascinating. Well, it's nice to meet you, Isabel," Y/N said politely.

A tall, blond man approached next with a friendly smile. "Name's Furlan. Levi told us you've been helping out kids down here?"

"I…try my best for them," Y/N answered, astonished that Levi had portrayed her charity work positively. She noticed his gaze lingering on her out the corner of her eye.

"It's so great to finally meet Levi's girl!" Isabel chattered excitedly, making them both tense up. "He's been so secretive about you, we were starting to think you didn't exist!"

"Alright that's enough," Levi cut in sharply. "I just wanted you all acquainted, that's all."

But when Isabel insisted Y/N stay for tea and Furlan asked her thoughtful questions, Levi's rigid posture slowly relaxed. And the lingering looks exchanged between him and Y/N spoke volumes more than words. This was the first cautious step toward something real growing between them in the light, not just the shadows…

Over tea, Y/N found herself charmed by Isabel's vivacious spirit and Furlan's quiet thoughtfulness. They welcomed her warmly, and she could see why Levi trusted these two deeply.

As the night went on, Levi's hand inched closer to Y/N's under the table until their pinkies discreetly linked. The simple touch ignited Y/N from the inside out. She had never seen Levi so unguarded before, interacting with easy familiarity and even rare smiles with his friends.

When at last they bid goodnight, Isabel hugged Y/N fiercely, insisting she visit again soon. Furlan nodded in agreement, giving Y/N a meaningful look of approval she knew was significant coming from Levi's protective second-in-command.

As they walked back alone, Levi spoke first, voice tinged with vulnerability. "Well? What did you think?"

Y/N squeezed his hand, smiling up at him tenderly. "I think you're even more special than I realized, to have earned such loyalty and devotion from them."

Levi glanced away, unaccustomed to sincerity. "They're good people. Annoying as hell, but good people."

"They love you," Y/N said simply. Levi's eyes snapped to hers at the word.

"And you?" he dared to ask, raw tension in the space between them.

Y/N's heart pounded at the crossroads before them. Taking his face in both hands, she whispered "I'm starting to" before kissing him with aching sweetness.

As they clung together in the shadows, the boundaries between once-sworn enemies fully melted away, the dawn of something beautiful emerging from the ashes at last.

[meowjaa]

✧ underground ✧

warning: swearing, alcohol, knife mention, fighting, blood, the undergound, levi ackerman x fem!reader <33 if theres any other mentions I forgot please do not be afraid to let me know :))

context: fem!reader and levi are in the underground in their 20's and as y/n scraped up some coins for a decent amount of food she bumped into the levi..

a/n: enjoy this but uh as you can tell I love enemies to lovers but enjoy my loves <333

Levi watched her go, fingers brushing his lips. "Likewise," he muttered to the empty air. But they both knew it was a lie. What had started as enmity had evolved into an undeniable, complicated desire that could no longer be ignored…

Y/N's breath caught as Levi's fingers grazed slowly up the nape of her neck, his touch both feather-light and searing. She tilted her head instinctively, pulse quickening when his lips replaced his fingers, trailing languid kisses along the sensitive skin. A soft sigh escaped her parted lips when his teeth grazed her earlobe, his warm breath making her shiver.

"We shouldn't…" she protested weakly, the words fading into a gasp as Levi's hands slid unhurriedly down her sides, thumbs glancing teasingly along the curves of her waist.

"Give me one good reason why not," he challenged, nuzzling against her neck, voice a low rumble that reverberated through her. His steady hands anchored her hips against his, the contact igniting sparks beneath her skin.

She grasped for coherent thoughts, but they scattered like leaves in a storm when his intense gaze captured hers. Up close, the cool gray of his eyes gave way to flickers of blue, dark and fathomless, drawing her into their depths.

"This will only end badly," she managed to whisper even as her fingers moved of their own volition, tracing the sharp lines of his jaw, fascinated by the contrast of soft skin over steel.

Levi said nothing, but dipped his head to brush his lips temptingly over hers. The kiss was slow, deliberate, coaxing a response rather than demanding. Y/N's lips parted helplessly, inviting him in. She felt his mouth curve into a subtle smile against hers, knowing he had won this round.

But as their kiss deepened unhurriedly, no victor emerged. They were both equally intoxicated, lost in this temporary oasis where only the two of them existed. Reality could wait a little longer…

Y/N took a steadying breath as she followed Levi through the winding tunnels of the Underground. He had unexpectedly asked her to meet two of his closest companions tonight. The significance of this invitation after keeping their affair secret for so long was not lost on her.

As they neared a doorway emitting a warm glow, Levi stopped and turned to her. "Let me do the talking first," he muttered. "They can be…overwhelming."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "I think I can handle meeting your friends, Levi."

He looked unconvinced but simply motioned her inside. Immediately, a feminine voice squealed in delight.

"Big bro, you're back! And you must be Y/N!" A bubbly redhead enveloped Y/N in an enthusiastic hug. "I'm Isabel! Wow you're even prettier than Levi said!"

Y/N shot a surprised glance at Levi as he pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "Fascinating. Well, it's nice to meet you, Isabel," Y/N said politely.

A tall, blond man approached next with a friendly smile. "Name's Furlan. Levi told us you've been helping out kids down here?"

"I…try my best for them," Y/N answered, astonished that Levi had portrayed her charity work positively. She noticed his gaze lingering on her out the corner of her eye.

"It's so great to finally meet Levi's girl!" Isabel chattered excitedly, making them both tense up. "He's been so secretive about you, we were starting to think you didn't exist!"

"Alright that's enough," Levi cut in sharply. "I just wanted you all acquainted, that's all."

But when Isabel insisted Y/N stay for tea and Furlan asked her thoughtful questions, Levi's rigid posture slowly relaxed. And the lingering looks exchanged between him and Y/N spoke volumes more than words. This was the first cautious step toward something real growing between them in the light, not just the shadows…

Over tea, Y/N found herself charmed by Isabel's vivacious spirit and Furlan's quiet thoughtfulness. They welcomed her warmly, and she could see why Levi trusted these two deeply.

As the night went on, Levi's hand inched closer to Y/N's under the table until their pinkies discreetly linked. The simple touch ignited Y/N from the inside out. She had never seen Levi so unguarded before, interacting with easy familiarity and even rare smiles with his friends.

When at last they bid goodnight, Isabel hugged Y/N fiercely, insisting she visit again soon. Furlan nodded in agreement, giving Y/N a meaningful look of approval she knew was significant coming from Levi's protective second-in-command.

As they walked back alone, Levi spoke first, voice tinged with vulnerability. "Well? What did you think?"

Y/N squeezed his hand, smiling up at him tenderly. "I think you're even more special than I realized, to have earned such loyalty and devotion from them."

Levi glanced away, unaccustomed to sincerity. "They're good people. Annoying as hell, but good people."

"They love you," Y/N said simply. Levi's eyes snapped to hers at the word.

"And you?" he dared to ask, raw tension in the space between them.

Y/N's heart pounded at the crossroads before them. Taking his face in both hands, she whispered "I'm starting to" before kissing him with aching sweetness.

As they clung together in the shadows, the boundaries between once-sworn enemies fully melted away, the dawn of something beautiful emerging from the ashes at last.

[meowjaa]

✧ getting high together ✧

warnings: MDNI, mention of smoking, weed, getting high, getting eaten out, fingering, smut, fem!reader x levi ackerman.

context: y/n and levi catch jean and connie smoking weed so y/n and levi take the weed then they wound up smoking it in the supply room and getting high themself.

a/n: enjoy my loves <333

Y/N and Levi overheard loud giggling coming from the storage shed. Peering inside, they saw Jean and Connie passing a joint back and forth.

"What do you brats think you're doing?" Levi said sharply.

Jean and Connie jumped, scrambling to hide the evidence. "C-Captain! We were just, uh…"

"Don't bother lying. Hand it over."

Reluctantly, Jean handed Levi the joint. He examined it, sniffing curiously. An idea formed in his mind.

"Get out of here before I report you. And not a word of this to anyone."

The cadets fled gratefully. Levi turned to Y/N, eyes glinting deviously. "Want to have a little fun, brat?"

That's how they found themselves in the supply closet, passing the joint back and forth, eyes reddening by the minute.

"This stuff is…interesting," Levi commented, voice relaxed.

Y/N giggled uncontrollably. "I can't believe we're getting high! Captain Levi doing drugs, who would've thought."

Levi gave a rare smile. "Don't get used to it. This is a one time thing." He took another long drag.

"We should do it again sometime. Together," Y/N said shyly.

Levi exhaled smoke slowly. "I wouldn't object to that." He leaned in, lips hovering by Y/N's ear. "You're cute when you're high."

"I could say the same for you.." y/n said softly as she smirked looking towards the door of the supply closet she stood up and walked over to it locking it the faint click of the lock filled the room.

"Maybe its the weed.. but I'm so horny.." y/n walked back towards levi as she looked down at him grabbing the joint from his hand which also gave him a view down her shirt.

Quickly after that y/n was pressed up against a shelf her white panties pulled down to her knees as levi's head was buried in between her thighs licking at everything he could. Y/N's moans making him more aroused at the second.

"Jeez.. you keep licking at my clit like that and i'll cum.." she spoke softly a soft hum coming afterward, but as she said that he slid two fingers in pumping them in and out at a fast pace not even slow to get y/n used to it.

His fingers hit y/n's g-spot causing her hips to squirm and Levi grunting for her to stay still one last hit caused her to squeeze her thighs against his head removing the sticky soaked fingers and levi putting it in his mouth.

"Not bad," he said in his usual stoic and aloof voice.

I rolled my eyes as once levi lifted his head Hange and Erwin opened the door with their arms crossed but Hange mostly trying not to laugh.

"My office, now" Erwin said as he pinched the bridge of his nose while hange laughs like a maniac in the back.

[meowjaa]

✧ getting high together ✧

warnings: MDNI, mention of smoking, weed, getting high, getting eaten out, fingering, smut, fem!reader x levi ackerman.

context: y/n and levi catch jean and connie smoking weed so y/n and levi take the weed then they wound up smoking it in the supply room and getting high themself.

a/n: enjoy my loves <333

Y/N and Levi overheard loud giggling coming from the storage shed. Peering inside, they saw Jean and Connie passing a joint back and forth.

"What do you brats think you're doing?" Levi said sharply.

Jean and Connie jumped, scrambling to hide the evidence. "C-Captain! We were just, uh…"

"Don't bother lying. Hand it over."

Reluctantly, Jean handed Levi the joint. He examined it, sniffing curiously. An idea formed in his mind.

"Get out of here before I report you. And not a word of this to anyone."

The cadets fled gratefully. Levi turned to Y/N, eyes glinting deviously. "Want to have a little fun, brat?"

That's how they found themselves in the supply closet, passing the joint back and forth, eyes reddening by the minute.

"This stuff is…interesting," Levi commented, voice relaxed.

Y/N giggled uncontrollably. "I can't believe we're getting high! Captain Levi doing drugs, who would've thought."

Levi gave a rare smile. "Don't get used to it. This is a one time thing." He took another long drag.

"We should do it again sometime. Together," Y/N said shyly.

Levi exhaled smoke slowly. "I wouldn't object to that." He leaned in, lips hovering by Y/N's ear. "You're cute when you're high."

"I could say the same for you.." y/n said softly as she smirked looking towards the door of the supply closet she stood up and walked over to it locking it the faint click of the lock filled the room.

"Maybe its the weed.. but I'm so horny.." y/n walked back towards levi as she looked down at him grabbing the joint from his hand which also gave him a view down her shirt.

Quickly after that y/n was pressed up against a shelf her white panties pulled down to her knees as levi's head was buried in between her thighs licking at everything he could. Y/N's moans making him more aroused at the second.

"Jeez.. you keep licking at my clit like that and i'll cum.." she spoke softly a soft hum coming afterward, but as she said that he slid two fingers in pumping them in and out at a fast pace not even slow to get y/n used to it.

His fingers hit y/n's g-spot causing her hips to squirm and Levi grunting for her to stay still one last hit caused her to squeeze her thighs against his head removing the sticky soaked fingers and levi putting it in his mouth.

"Not bad," he said in his usual stoic and aloof voice.

I rolled my eyes as once levi lifted his head Hange and Erwin opened the door with their arms crossed but Hange mostly trying not to laugh.

"My office, now" Erwin said as he pinched the bridge of his nose while hange laughs like a maniac in the back.

[meowjaa]

✧ underground ✧

warning: swearing, alcohol, knife mention, fighting, blood, the undergound, levi ackerman x fem!reader <33 if theres any other mentions I forgot please do not be afraid to let me know :))

context: fem!reader and levi are in the underground in their 20's and as y/n scraped up some coins for a decent amount of food she bumped into the levi..

a/n: enjoy this but uh as you can tell I love enemies to lovers but enjoy my loves <333

Y/N hurried through the dingy back alleys of the Underground, clutching her meager bag of food close. She kept her head down, focused on getting back to her makeshift home before anyone could try and rob her.

Turning a corner, she suddenly collided with something solid, stumbling back as her bag of food tumbled to the grimy street below.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" a male voice snapped.

Y/N looked up, dread filling her stomach when she saw who she had bumped into. Levi Ackerman, notorious thug who ran this sector of the Underground with his gang. His steel gray eyes were like shards of ice as he glared down at her.

Y/N straightened up defiantly, refusing to show weakness. "You're the one who should watch it. Do you own these streets or something?"

Levi's eyes narrowed dangerously at her challenging tone. "As a matter of fact, I do. And you'd do well to show some respect, girl."

But Y/N had never been one to back down or grovel before bullies. She met his glare unflinchingly. "Respect is earned, not demanded through intimidation."

They stared each other down, the animosity simmering between them. Levi wasn't used to people standing up to him this way, especially scrawny young girls. But something about her fiery gaze stirred him.

"Tch, not worth my time,” Levi muttered, shoving roughly past her.

But Y/N’s temper flared. She wasn't about to let this criminal walk away after knocking her food to the ground. She reached out and grabbed his shoulder.

"You could at least apologize, you arrogant pig!"

In a flash, Levi had her wrist in an iron grip, his face inches from hers. "You've got some real nerve laying hands on me like that," he said, voice low and dangerous.

Just then, Isabel and Furlan came skidding around the corner, having heard the commotion.

"Levi, stop!" Isabel shouted. She and Furlan hurried over to pull Levi off of Y/N before things could escalate further.

"C'mon bro, she ain't worth the hassle," Furlan muttered, though Levi kept his blistering gaze locked on Y/N.

Y/N wrenched her wrist from Levi's grasp, rubbing it gingerly. Her own defiant glower remained, refusing to show an ounce of weakness.

"Don't you dare touch me again, you Underground thug," she spat venomously.

Levi's hands clenched into fists at the insult. "Say that again. I dare you."

He wouldn't admit it, but her fire stirred something in him. Those challenging eyes that didn’t waver…

Isabel desperately clung to Levi's arm. "Please, big bro! Just walk away."

With visible effort, Levi tore his glare away from Y/N's. "Tch. This ain't over," he warned ominously before allowing Isabel and Furlan to drag him off.

Y/N watched his retreating figure, pulse racing. She despised that criminal Levi with every fiber of her being, yet she couldn't deny the begrudging attraction. The thrill of an opponent who didn't cower before her. She had a feeling this wasn't their last clash…

Over the next few weeks, Levi and Y/N inevitably crossed paths again in the Underground's twisting tunnels. Though they exchanged only biting words and cold glares, the animosity between them grew.

Y/N bristled whenever she heard Levi's name, whether it was murmured fearfully by other residents or boastfully by his lackeys. She took every chance she could to confront him, calling him out for intimidating and extorting vulnerable people.

Levi remained coldly dismissive, making snide remarks about her self-righteous attitude. But the more she stood up to him, the more intrigued he became. He found excuses to be in her vicinity, carefully observing this defiant girl who wasn't afraid to challenge him.

Their clashes became almost routine - Y/N provoking Levi by pointing out his flaws and immoral behavior, Levi reacting with threats to put her in her place. Yet beneath the venom, there was an undeniable tension.

One day, things finally boiled over when Y/N witnessed Levi shaking down a shopkeeper for money. She immediately intervened, shoving Levi away and yelling at him to pick on someone his own size for once.

Levi roughly grabbed her arm, eyes blazing. "You just don't know when to quit, do you?"

Y/N stood her ground, mere inches from his face. "You should at least pick on a toddler.. its your size"

For a moment, they stared fiercely at one another, chests heaving. Then, in a rush of adrenaline, Levi pulled Y/N against him and kissed her forcefully. Shocked but instinctively reciprocating, the kiss soon turned heated and hungry, years of simmering attraction finally unleashed.

When they finally broke apart, Y/N shook her head in disbelief. "This changes nothing. I still hate you," she insisted, hurrying away in bewilderment and shame at giving into temptation.

Levi watched her go, fingers brushing his lips. "Likewise," he muttered to the empty air. But they both knew it was a lie. What had started as enmity had evolved into an undeniable, complicated desire that could no longer be ignored…

part 2??

[meowjaa]

✧ underground ✧

warning: swearing, alcohol, knife mention, fighting, blood, the undergound, levi ackerman x fem!reader <33 if theres any other mentions I forgot please do not be afraid to let me know :))

context: fem!reader and levi are in the underground in their 20's and as y/n scraped up some coins for a decent amount of food she bumped into the levi..

a/n: enjoy this but uh as you can tell I love enemies to lovers but enjoy my loves <333

Y/N hurried through the dingy back alleys of the Underground, clutching her meager bag of food close. She kept her head down, focused on getting back to her makeshift home before anyone could try and rob her.

Turning a corner, she suddenly collided with something solid, stumbling back as her bag of food tumbled to the grimy street below.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" a male voice snapped.

Y/N looked up, dread filling her stomach when she saw who she had bumped into. Levi Ackerman, notorious thug who ran this sector of the Underground with his gang. His steel gray eyes were like shards of ice as he glared down at her.

Y/N straightened up defiantly, refusing to show weakness. "You're the one who should watch it. Do you own these streets or something?"

Levi's eyes narrowed dangerously at her challenging tone. "As a matter of fact, I do. And you'd do well to show some respect, girl."

But Y/N had never been one to back down or grovel before bullies. She met his glare unflinchingly. "Respect is earned, not demanded through intimidation."

They stared each other down, the animosity simmering between them. Levi wasn't used to people standing up to him this way, especially scrawny young girls. But something about her fiery gaze stirred him.

"Tch, not worth my time,” Levi muttered, shoving roughly past her.

But Y/N’s temper flared. She wasn't about to let this criminal walk away after knocking her food to the ground. She reached out and grabbed his shoulder.

"You could at least apologize, you arrogant pig!"

In a flash, Levi had her wrist in an iron grip, his face inches from hers. "You've got some real nerve laying hands on me like that," he said, voice low and dangerous.

Just then, Isabel and Furlan came skidding around the corner, having heard the commotion.

"Levi, stop!" Isabel shouted. She and Furlan hurried over to pull Levi off of Y/N before things could escalate further.

"C'mon bro, she ain't worth the hassle," Furlan muttered, though Levi kept his blistering gaze locked on Y/N.

Y/N wrenched her wrist from Levi's grasp, rubbing it gingerly. Her own defiant glower remained, refusing to show an ounce of weakness.

"Don't you dare touch me again, you Underground thug," she spat venomously.

Levi's hands clenched into fists at the insult. "Say that again. I dare you."

He wouldn't admit it, but her fire stirred something in him. Those challenging eyes that didn’t waver…

Isabel desperately clung to Levi's arm. "Please, big bro! Just walk away."

With visible effort, Levi tore his glare away from Y/N's. "Tch. This ain't over," he warned ominously before allowing Isabel and Furlan to drag him off.

Y/N watched his retreating figure, pulse racing. She despised that criminal Levi with every fiber of her being, yet she couldn't deny the begrudging attraction. The thrill of an opponent who didn't cower before her. She had a feeling this wasn't their last clash…

Over the next few weeks, Levi and Y/N inevitably crossed paths again in the Underground's twisting tunnels. Though they exchanged only biting words and cold glares, the animosity between them grew.

Y/N bristled whenever she heard Levi's name, whether it was murmured fearfully by other residents or boastfully by his lackeys. She took every chance she could to confront him, calling him out for intimidating and extorting vulnerable people.

Levi remained coldly dismissive, making snide remarks about her self-righteous attitude. But the more she stood up to him, the more intrigued he became. He found excuses to be in her vicinity, carefully observing this defiant girl who wasn't afraid to challenge him.

Their clashes became almost routine - Y/N provoking Levi by pointing out his flaws and immoral behavior, Levi reacting with threats to put her in her place. Yet beneath the venom, there was an undeniable tension.

One day, things finally boiled over when Y/N witnessed Levi shaking down a shopkeeper for money. She immediately intervened, shoving Levi away and yelling at him to pick on someone his own size for once.

Levi roughly grabbed her arm, eyes blazing. "You just don't know when to quit, do you?"

Y/N stood her ground, mere inches from his face. "You should at least pick on a toddler.. its your size"

For a moment, they stared fiercely at one another, chests heaving. Then, in a rush of adrenaline, Levi pulled Y/N against him and kissed her forcefully. Shocked but instinctively reciprocating, the kiss soon turned heated and hungry, years of simmering attraction finally unleashed.

When they finally broke apart, Y/N shook her head in disbelief. "This changes nothing. I still hate you," she insisted, hurrying away in bewilderment and shame at giving into temptation.

Levi watched her go, fingers brushing his lips. "Likewise," he muttered to the empty air. But they both knew it was a lie. What had started as enmity had evolved into an undeniable, complicated desire that could no longer be ignored…

part 2??

[moo-blogging]

Warning: SMUT

No thoughts tonight just thinking about how easy virgin Levi cums just with you sucking his fingers.

You were sharing a sleeping bag during one of the trainings. You had slept together a few times but Levi was still stiff beside you. Any extra movement would make this man hard.

Levi was swallowing a lot. He was sweating despite the cold weather. With just one look, you knew he was already hard.

Cramped in a small sleeping bag with body heat and hormones, you knew you had to release him. You took one of his hand in yours and started sucking his index finger. Levi's eyes widened with surprise but soon he started to breathe heavily.

You sucked his fingers one by one, licking and wrapping your tongue on each of them. His cold fingers turned warm under your tongue. His fingers hitting at the back of your throat as your run your tongue between his fingers. Levi couldn't help but whimpered, he had to cover his mouth with his other hand.

You reached to touch his private part and to your surprise, it was already soiled with pre cum. Your touch made Levi flinched and his dick jerked. A pitiful moan escaped his lips.

Massaging his palm with both of your hands, you channelled your warmth to him as you continued sucking his fingers. You moaned as you gently pushed his fingers into your throat. You licked the skin between his index and middle finger, imagining the fingers were his legs and the middle was his private parts.

Levi must have thought the same because his breaths became deep and faster. You looked up at his face. He was flushed and eyes half closed. You knew he was at the edge. You pushed his fingers deep into your throat again, sucking three fingers now. Your throat vibrated as you moaned.

You watched as Levi's mouth opened and a small, uncontrollable "ah-ah" escaped his lips. His eyes were upturned before he closed them. And soon, you felt the warm of his cum seeped through his pants. Pulling his fingers out from your mouth, you leaned in and kissed Levi in his parted lips.

Head high with euphoria, Levi kissed you back mindlessly. You attacked Levi's mouth with your tongue, duelling his limp one with your passionate one. Levi just let you win.

Pulling back, you asked him, "how are you feeling?"

Levi, who had started to gain consciousness replied, "I-I need to change my pants."

He's cute, isn't he?

[meowjaa]

✧ hair cut ✧

warnings: mention of scissors, cutting of hair, mention of bald levi LOLL

context: y/n notices levi's hair getting long so she decides to help him keep it clean but ends up forming a bald spot on levi's head.. it doesnt end up good.

a/n: sort of cute imagine where y/n screws up levi's hair anyways enjoy my loves <333

Y/N clicked her tongue as she watched Levi hunched over his paperwork, his ink black hair falling into his eyes.

"When's the last time you had a trim? Your mop is looking shaggier than a titan's behind," she quipped.

Levi glanced up, annoyance flashing in his steel gray eyes. "Tch. I've been occupied, in case you hadn't noticed."

Y/N scoffed dramatically. "Too busy to maintain your precious undercut? I never thought I'd see the day!"

She rummaged in her bag and pulled out a pair of scissors, snipping them mischievously. "C'mon, let me fix you up."

Levi eyed the scissors warily. "I'd prefer to keep my head attached, thank you."

"Don't be such a wimp," Y/N cajoled. "It's just a little trim. Unless you want your hair to be longer than mine soon?"

Levi grimaced at the thought, reluctantly turning his chair to face her. "Fine. But any funny business and you'll be running laps till you puke."

Y/N grinned triumphantly and set to carefully snipping away at his overgrown undercut, taking her time to get the angles just right. Levi sat tensely as she worked, flinching whenever the scissors got too close.

"Stop squirming, unless you want a crooked fringe," Y/N chided, to which Levi only grunted in response.

As more chunks of hair fell to the floor, she couldn't help but prod him. "You know, I'm starting to see a bald spot. Are you sure you aren't going prematurely gray under all this?"

"Just hurry up," Levi grumbled through gritted teeth.

Finally, Y/N stepped back, dusting off the back of his neck. "There! Good as new—" Her voice cut off as she spotted a distinct hairless patch behind his left ear.

Levi's eyes blew wide seeing his reflection in the window, the bald spot like a beacon on the side of his head. He whirled on Y/N, murder in his eyes.

"What the hell did you do?!" he thundered.

Y/N backed away slowly, scissors still in hand. "Eh, it's not so bad…" she hedged, poorly suppressed laughter bubbling out.

Levi shot up from his chair and Y/N instantly sprinted for the door, cackling wildly. She could hear Levi's enraged footsteps pounding after her.

"Get back here now before I skin you alive!" he yelled.

Y/N just laughed louder, adrenaline pumping as she raced through the headquarters with Levi in hot pursuit. Fellow scouts jumped back in shock at the bizarre chase, incredulous murmurs following in their wake.

Hange peeked out of their office and immediately started guffawing at the sight of the normally put-together Levi with half a haircut and bloody murder in his eyes.

Y/N blew past Erwin's office, earning a confused head shake from the commander.

"You're dead meat when I catch you!" Levi roared, but Y/N was too busy laughing hysterically to respond.

She had evaded titans and military tribunals, but escaping an enraged and half-bald Levi Ackerman may be her greatest challenge yet.

[meowjaa]

✧ hair cut ✧

warnings: mention of scissors, cutting of hair, mention of bald levi LOLL

context: y/n notices levi's hair getting long so she decides to help him keep it clean but ends up forming a bald spot on levi's head.. it doesnt end up good.

a/n: sort of cute imagine where y/n screws up levi's hair anyways enjoy my loves <333

Y/N clicked her tongue as she watched Levi hunched over his paperwork, his ink black hair falling into his eyes.

"When's the last time you had a trim? Your mop is looking shaggier than a titan's behind," she quipped.

Levi glanced up, annoyance flashing in his steel gray eyes. "Tch. I've been occupied, in case you hadn't noticed."

Y/N scoffed dramatically. "Too busy to maintain your precious undercut? I never thought I'd see the day!"

She rummaged in her bag and pulled out a pair of scissors, snipping them mischievously. "C'mon, let me fix you up."

Levi eyed the scissors warily. "I'd prefer to keep my head attached, thank you."

"Don't be such a wimp," Y/N cajoled. "It's just a little trim. Unless you want your hair to be longer than mine soon?"

Levi grimaced at the thought, reluctantly turning his chair to face her. "Fine. But any funny business and you'll be running laps till you puke."

Y/N grinned triumphantly and set to carefully snipping away at his overgrown undercut, taking her time to get the angles just right. Levi sat tensely as she worked, flinching whenever the scissors got too close.

"Stop squirming, unless you want a crooked fringe," Y/N chided, to which Levi only grunted in response.

As more chunks of hair fell to the floor, she couldn't help but prod him. "You know, I'm starting to see a bald spot. Are you sure you aren't going prematurely gray under all this?"

"Just hurry up," Levi grumbled through gritted teeth.

Finally, Y/N stepped back, dusting off the back of his neck. "There! Good as new—" Her voice cut off as she spotted a distinct hairless patch behind his left ear.

Levi's eyes blew wide seeing his reflection in the window, the bald spot like a beacon on the side of his head. He whirled on Y/N, murder in his eyes.

"What the hell did you do?!" he thundered.

Y/N backed away slowly, scissors still in hand. "Eh, it's not so bad…" she hedged, poorly suppressed laughter bubbling out.

Levi shot up from his chair and Y/N instantly sprinted for the door, cackling wildly. She could hear Levi's enraged footsteps pounding after her.

"Get back here now before I skin you alive!" he yelled.

Y/N just laughed louder, adrenaline pumping as she raced through the headquarters with Levi in hot pursuit. Fellow scouts jumped back in shock at the bizarre chase, incredulous murmurs following in their wake.

Hange peeked out of their office and immediately started guffawing at the sight of the normally put-together Levi with half a haircut and bloody murder in his eyes.

Y/N blew past Erwin's office, earning a confused head shake from the commander.

"You're dead meat when I catch you!" Levi roared, but Y/N was too busy laughing hysterically to respond.

She had evaded titans and military tribunals, but escaping an enraged and half-bald Levi Ackerman may be her greatest challenge yet.