hello. did you explode when hoyo showed us blade chilling in a hot spring on today's livestream? me too. so here you go. i made this in like 4 hours. please don't kill me if you find any bugs. thanks and have fun.
[+edit] there are 3 'endings' you could get. this is all dialogue, no narration. i am also very rusty when it comes to writing blade so forgive me if he's ooc!
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Your relationship with the two men had always been unconventional. Frowned upon even, but the opinions of others had never mattered much to you.
Your parents always said you had a big heart. Apparently, it was big enough to fit both Mydei and Phainon. And both men loved you to the moon and back. That should have been enough. Right? Apparently not.
Late into the night, you lay wide awake in bed. Mydei slept on your right, snoring loud enough to shake the windows. Phainon slept on your left, mumbling something incoherent about swords and training. Somehow, both men appeared perfectly at peace. You, however, were suffering from curiosity that was eating away at you.
“If I turned into a worm would you guys still love me?”
Mydei stopped cleaning his spear. Phainon lifted his gaze up from his book. The two men exchanged a look from across the room. Neither spoke.
Then finally, Mydei rolled his eyes. “I’m not answering that.”
“Baby if you’re bored we could take a walk out in town together.” Phainon took your hand in his, entwining your fingers together.
Phainon brought you to a lovely restaurant while Mydei ordered all your favorite dishes. They succeeded in distracting you for the rest of the evening.
Unfortunately for them, your curiosity remained unsatisfied.
The next morning began like any other morning. You woke up, enjoyed breakfast together. Then you kissed them both on the cheek and wished them a good day ahead as they left to fulfill their Chrysos Heirs duties.
Both men heaved a sigh of relief as they stepped out of the house. The last time you had asked a rhetorical question—
"If I was dying and you had to kiss another girl to save me, would you do it?"
Neither answer satisfied you. The silent treatment that followed lasted for an entire week. It was a week neither man wished to relive.
Having successfully survived your latest hypothetical question, both men had assumed that the worst was behind them.
They were wrong. The house was suspiciously quiet. It was strange not having you ambush them at the door with a hug the moment they stepped inside.
“y/n?”
No response.
Mydei immediately tensed, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room.
The front door was still locked. Nothing appeared disturbed. Yet something felt wrong.
“y/n?” Mydei called out again.
Silence.
The valuables remained untouched and your belongings were exactly where you had left them. Your clothes were neatly folded in the drawers. The jewelry they had gifted you sat atop your vanity. Even your bag still hung by the door.
“Baby?” Phainon stepped further into the house. A bright purple bottle with no labels sat on the coffee table. His gaze fell to the worm beside it and he froze. “Mydei!” Panic rose as he lifted the bottle up to his nose. The putrid smell had him gagging.
“What is that?” Mydei pointed to the suspicious bottle. “It smells dangerous.”
Phainon's gaze drifted from the bottle back to the worm beside it. A horrible thought crossed his mind.
“y/n?” The worm wiggled. The two men exchanged questioning looks.
“y/n?” The worm wiggled again.
“...”
“...”
“It moved.”
“Yeah, I can see that.”
“If I turned into a worm would you still love me?” The memory hit them like a freight train.
The next hour was complete chaos, as the two listed questions that neither could answer.
How could the potion's effects be reversed?
What was the lifespan of a worm?
Could worms recognize their loved ones?
Most importantly, where was the worm going?
The tiny creature had somehow escaped the coffee table and was inching closer and closer towards the door.
“She's making a break for it!” Phainon lunged. “Careful!” Mydei nearly tackled him to the ground. “You almost stepped on her!”
“I did not!” Phainon huffed.
“You absolutely did!” Carefully Mydei scooped the worm up into his hands. “I've got you.”
Day 1
A day later, the worm was absolutely thriving in its new habitat.
Filled with moist soil, vegetable peelings, a custom throne and a knitted blanket, it was significantly more luxurious than most homes in Okhema.
“Don't you think that's a bit much?” Phainon pointed at the bright red crystal throne sitting proudly in the center of the glass habitat.
“She's my princess, she deserves it.”
Phainon glanced at the knitted blanket that he had personally made.
“She does deserve nothing but the best.”
Day 2
“Alright baby, what do you want for dinner?” Phainon carefully placed the worm on the dining table so the three of you could still eat together like usual. “The decaying apple or the lettuce?”
“You know,” Mydei said as he stirred the pot, “if you were human, you'd be having homemade dumpling soup tonight.”
The worm stopped moving. Phainon immediately glared at him.
“Stop it.”
“What?”
“You're upsetting her.”
The worm continued to remain perfectly still.
“Look, she's devastated.”
Day 3
“If she remains a worm...”
“Don't.” Phainon glanced at the mountain of books scattered across the floor. “We'll find a solution.”
“We need to be realistic.”
Mydei tapped gently against the glass of the habitat. The worm wiggled in response.
Silence settled between them.
For a moment, neither spoke.
They watched as the worm burrowed into the soil, completely unbothered by the crisis unfolding around it.
"...Should we enlarge her habitat?"
“Probably. She'll need more room to grow.”
A pause.
“Would the wedding ring go around her middle?”
Phainon stared at him. Then he glanced at the worm. A horrible realization struck him. How were they supposed to walk down the aisle without accidentally stepping on you?
“...I hadn't considered that.”
“I'll speak to a goldsmith tomorrow.”
“You think they make rings for worms?”
“I think they're about to.”
Day 4
“Mydei!!!”
Bursting out of the bathroom with soap suds still in his hair and a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, Mydei nearly slipped as he ran into the hall.
“I can't find y/n!” Phainon was as pale as a sheet of paper as he crawled out from under the bed.
“I told you to keep the lid close.”
“I took her out. She looked bored and I only turned around for a while.”
The two of them tore the entire house apart. Not a single inch was left unchecked.
“I found her!” There was the worm, taking an afternoon nap behind a flowerpot. Phainon heaved a sigh of relief. “I should have known. She loved flowers.”
Very carefully, Phainon scooped the worm into his hands. “Young lady, if you run away again you're grounded.” The worm wiggled.
Mydei frowned as he watched the one sided conversation. “You've been hogging her.”
Phainon instinctively curled his fingers a little closer around the worm.
“I have not.”
“When was the last time that I got to hold her?”
“Yesterday? For a whole good three minutes.”
“You timed it?”
“I have a schedule.”
“You made a schedule?”
“It helps us split our time fairly. Since y/n can't actually tell us whose palm she prefers.”
Mydei stared at him in disbelief. At that moment the worm wiggled off Phainon’s hand and inched its way closer to Mydei.
“Missed me, haven't you?”
Mydei smirked. Phainon pouted.
Day 5
“Fresh air is important.”
“No.”
“But she hasn't left the house since…”
“No.”
“She's probably tired of staring at the same old scenery."
“No.”
Phainon carefully lifted the worm out from its habitat.
Mydei was already regretting this as he tagged along.
The two of them sat outside beneath the shade of a large tree. Birds chirped peacefully overhead.
The worm appeared content.
“See?” Phainon smiled. “She likes it.”
The worm wiggled.
“She agreed with me.”
“She absolutely did not.”
The worm continued inching across Phainon's palm.
A shadow passed overhead.
Neither noticed, both engrossed with the wiggling worm.
The shadow grew larger and larger.
Then suddenly—
A blur of black feathers shot down from the sky. In the blink of an eye, the worm was gone.
Phainon stared at his empty palm.
Mydei stared at his empty palm.
The crow soared off into the distance with something dangling from its beak. Something pink and small. Something very worm-shaped.
“No no no.”
The words came out as little more than a whisper. As Phainon’s brain struggled to process what had just happened.
“NO!”
Phainon took off running with Mydei following close behind.
“Mydei!”
“I see it!”
The chase that followed would later be described by witnesses to Aglaea as a deeply concerning behavior for members of the esteemed Chrysos heir.
A flock of birds scattered. A vegetable cart overturned. A kissing couple was knocked apart.
Several citizens were forced to leap out of the way. But none of it mattered to them. The bird had y/n. They had to get the worm back no matter the cost.
“GET BACK HERE!”
“STOP THIS INSTANT!”
The crow continued flying, completely unbothered by the two men screaming after it from the streets below.
Three hours later.
They had lost the crow.
Silence hung heavily in the house.
Neither man spoke.
The glass habitat sat empty on the table. The tiny throne remained untouched. The knitted blanket folded neatly in the corner. Phainon stared blankly at the enclosure.
“We failed her.”
Mydei closed his eyes.
“We did.”
“We were supposed to keep her safe.”
“It wasn't your fault. I should have insisted..”
“I had one job.”
Phainon’s voice cracked as his throat tightened. Mydei stared up at the ceiling, willing his tears not to fall. If he started crying too, neither of them would recover from this.
Silence returned.
Then they heard the sound of the door opening. Both men froze. Slowly. Very slowly. They turned around.
There you stood at the doorway. Slurping on a cup of milk tea. Unharmed and perfectly alive.
“B-baby?”
“Hi I'm–” You paused, frowning at their teary red eyes. “Wait, are you two crying?”
Then you noticed the huge glass habitat on the coffee table. "And we've got a new pet?”
It took a whole lot of comforting and reassurance that you were alive and well before you managed to dig out the full story from both men.
“You both thought I was a worm for four days?!”
“Five days...” Phainon muttered, his face turning redder by the second.
“The evidence seemed compelling,” Mydei said defensively. The words sounded less convincing the second time around.
“What evidence?” You looked from Mydei to Phainon and back again. “Grandma fell sick so I left in a hurry and forgot to tell you about it.”
This was getting more confusing by the minute. You wondered if you'd somehow stumbled into an alternate universe where you had, in fact, become a worm.
Both men pointed at the purple bottle simultaneously.
“Oh.” You blinked. “That was a sample drink from the store downtown. They were still working on the packaging.”
“B-but the liquid smelled terrible!”
“It probably went bad.” You shrugged. “It was supposed to be refrigerated.”
Silence.
Mydei slowly turned to look at Phainon.
Phainon slowly turned to look at Mydei.
Neither spoke.
“In my defense, you agreed with me without questioning it.”
Myedi pinched the bridge of his nose. “Don't.”
The tension in the room was palpable. Mydei was holding back the overwhelming urge to strangle the man beside him and then himself.
Phainon, meanwhile, was dying of embarrassment from the sheer stupidity of the entire situation.
But none of that seemed to matter to you. Your eyes widened. A grin slowly spread across your face.
“Aww. So you would love me even if I turned into a worm!”
.
.
.
Later that night, two pairs of strong arms surrounded you as the three of you lay in bed.
Neither man had been willing to let you out of their sight for the entire day.
The house was peacefully quiet when your curiosity got the better of you again.
“But if I had turned into a snail—”
Phainon leaned over and kissed you before you could finish your sentence.
On your other side, Mydei tightened his grip around your waist, pressing a trail of kisses against your neck.
No. Absolutely not. They were never revisiting another hypothetical question ever again.
These are all Levi Ackerman x Reader! They are all Modern AU and Established Relationship.
[ Art by SIRIUS_0905HZ on Twitter ]
˗ˏˋ Before You Go ˎˊ˗ ♡ (0.3k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 1 / Dressing up ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛Though he can't come with you, Levi still takes the time to admire you | Gender-Neutral Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ A War of Wills ˎˊ˗ ♡ (0.7k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 2 / Quitting a bad habit ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛You have a bad habit you just can't quit. Levi finds a very effective way to train you out of it | Gender-Neutral Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ Two Cups ˎˊ˗ ♡ (0.6k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 3 / Tea or coffee ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
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˗ˏˋ Don't Go Yet ˎˊ˗ ♡♛ (0.6k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 4 / "Don't give me that look" (alt-A) ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
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˗ˏˋ Make Room For Me ˎˊ˗ ♡ (0.9k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 5 / Pillow fort ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛Levi says you're childish for building a pillow fort. He still can't help himself from fixing it | Gender-Neutral Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ Together ˎˊ˗ ♡ (0.4k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 6 / On the windowsill ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛You and Levi take a moment to appreciate your new home | Gender-Neutral Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ Trial and Error ˎˊ˗ ♡♛ (0.8k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 7 / Family recipe ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛You and Levi try out one of his grandmother's recipes. Either she was a bad cook, or you're just idiots | Gender-Neutral Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ Come Here ˎˊ˗ ♡☆ (0.6k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 8 / Reassurances ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛After getting devastating news, Levi reassures you that you're not alone | Gender-Neutral Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ Revenge, Served Hot ˎˊ˗ ♡♛ (0.7k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 9 / Unlabeled container ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛Levi gets a spicy surprise when you fail to label your sauces in the fridge | Gender-Neutral Readerˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ The Investigation ˎˊ˗ ♡✘ (0.7k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 10 / Back of the closet ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛A lost box of condoms interrupts your time in the sheets with Levi | Gender-Neutral Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ The Sweetest Things Are Given ˎˊ˗ ♡ (0.7k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 11 / Fun-sized candy ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛You and Levi don't get any trick or treaters despite buying a whole bucket full of candy | Gender-Neutral Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ On Repeat ˎˊ˗ ♡ (1.2k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 12 / Sharing ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛You and Levi share a playlist as a way to give song recommendations to the other person so they can listen to it while they're on the way to work. One song has Levi flustered and blushing when you come back home | Female Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ When the World Falls Through ˎˊ˗ ♡ (0.8k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 13 / Cancelled trip/event ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛A major storm forces Levi to improvise your planned date | Gender-Neutral Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ Distraction ˎˊ˗ ♡✘ (0.6k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 14 / Startled by sudden appearance ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛Levi always surprises you at the most inopportune times | Gender-Neutral Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ Temptation ˎˊ˗ ♡✘ (0.7k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 15 / "Don't tempt me" (alt-C) ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛Folding laundry should be easy—until you come around to annoy him | Gender-Neutral Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ This Life, With You ˎˊ˗ ♡ (0.8k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 16 / "Don't make me choose" (alt-B) ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛You and Levi discuss what you both want for the future | Gender-Neutral Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ Bed Blues ˎˊ˗ ♡ (1.0k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 17 / Bedridden ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛You're sick and stuck in bed for the day. Unfortunately for Levi, you aren't the type to just sit down and rest all day | Gender-Neutral Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ Bubbles and Kisses ˎˊ˗ ♡ (0.6k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 18 / Relaxing evening ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛You and Levi spend a night in the bath together | Gender-Neutral Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ First Meeting ˎˊ˗ ♡ (0.5k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 19 / Play date ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛You expected your pets' playdate to go better than this | Gender-Neutral Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ Out of Reach ˎˊ˗ ♡♛ (0.4k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 20 / On the top shelf ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛One of the downsides to being so short is being unable to reach the top shelf | Gender-Neutral Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ Braids ˎˊ˗ ♡♛ (0.6k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 21 / Hair brushing ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛Levi brushes and braids your hair | Gender-Neutral Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ Good Signs ˎˊ˗ ♡ (0.7k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 22 / Being overheard ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛You definitely don't think you were supposed to hear what Levi was saying to his friend | Female Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ The Spare Key ˎˊ˗ ♡ (0.7k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 23 / Stuck lock ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛Levi attempts to fix a malfunctioning lock that's keeping you trapped inside your bedroom. It does not go to plan | Gender-Neutral Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ Juniper ˎˊ˗ ♡✘ (0.6k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 24 / New pajamas ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛You get a brand new nightdress and it affects Levi more than he would like it to | Female Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ Skill Issue ˎˊ˗ ♡ (0.7k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 25 / Laughter ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛Apparently all it takes to make Levi crack is to act like an absolute idiot | Gender-Neutral Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ What's the Worst That Could Happen? ˎˊ˗ ♡ (0.5k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 26 / Getting a babysitter ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛Leaving your daughter to play with Hange while you and Levi go out for dinner was your first mistake | Female Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ Your Touch ˎˊ˗ ♡ (0.3k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 27 / Holding hands ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛Levi isn't the touchiest person, but the way he reacts to you holding his hand surprises you | Gender-Neutral Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ In My Opinion ˎˊ˗ ♡ (0.5k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 28 / Asking for advice ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛You and Levi go shopping for clothes together | Female Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ Black Tea ˎˊ˗ ♡ (0.4k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 29 / "Don't you have something to tell me?" (alt-E) ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛After drinking the last of Levi's expensive tea, you find that hiding a secret is something you cannot manage when it comes to hiding it from Levi | Gender-Neutral Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ Private Audience ˎˊ˗ ♡ (0.5k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 30 / "Don't stop on my account" (alt-D) ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛You weren't expecting an audience during your cleaning session | Gender-Neutral Reader ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ Home ˎˊ˗ ♡✘ (0.5k)
𐙚₊˚⊹ Day 31 / Coming home early ꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.
⤷ ゛You decide to surprise Levi when you come home early from a work trip. Levi shows you just how much he missed you | Gender-Neutral Reader ˎˊ˗
☆ Day 2 of Domaystic | Quitting a bad habit | Event by @domaystic
☆ Summary: You have a bad habit you just can't quit. Levi finds a very effective way to train you out of it.
☆ Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Gender-Neutral Reader
☆ Genre/Tags: Modern AU, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Humor
☆ Word Count: 0.7k
☆ Check out the other days!
☆ AO3 Link
[ Art by yanyouxiu on Twitter ]
It always happens without you even realizing it.
Your hand slowly lifts as your focus sinks into the television, your mind half on the show and half elsewhere completely, until your thumb presses against your teeth. You aren’t even aware of the motion at first.
Levi sits beside you, his body loose but watchful, one arm draped casually over the back of the couch behind your shoulders. His fingers occasionally brush your hair in absentminded affection. He’s been so patient with your bad habits before by swatting your hand away or holding it in his until you forget, but it always creeps back.
He suddenly shifts, his eyes narrowing at your gnawing fingers.Without a word, he rises from the couch and disappears into the kitchen for a second. He returns with a small plastic spray bottle filled with water clutched in his hand, the kind used for misting houseplants.
Before you can even register it, he aims it at you and gives a quick spritz right across your face.
“What the hell?!” you yelp, jerking back in shock. Water drips down your face as you stare at him with wide eyes, a laugh rising despite your displeasure. Levi stands there, completely calm, holding the bottle innocently.
“Bad,” Levi states flatly, his expression as impassive as ever, though the tiniest quirk at the corner of his mouth betrays the spark of mischief he's hiding.
“What was that for?!” you demand, wiping your face with your shirt, still processing the audacity of what just happened.
“To stop you from biting your nails.”
"Your solution is to spray me like a cat?"
Levi's gaze flicks to your now-still hands, then back to the screen, the faintest hint of satisfaction pacifying his features. "It worked, didn't it?"
You scoff, crossing your arms and sinking back into the couch. “You’re unbelievable.”
He just sits back down beside you like nothing happened, attention returning to the TV, the spray bottle resting casually in his hand.
There’s no way he’s serious.
.
He is, unfortunately, very serious.
Because the next time your hand drifts up, he sprays you again, directly in the face like last time.
“Levi!”
“Bad.”
“You cannot keep doing that!”
“You could stop.”
You glare at him. He doesn’t look away.
.
By the third day, it becomes a war of wills.
You try to be sneakier about it, twisting your hand inward, turning slightly away, like that will somehow hide the motion from a man who notices everything. It does not.
You gasp, scandalized, as he grabs the bottle and sprays you again on the face. “I didn’t even—!”
“You were about to.”
“I was thinking about it!”
“Same difference.”
You stare at him, betrayed. “You’re profiling me now.”
He doesn’t even dignify that with a response.
.
By the fifth day, you start catching yourself before he does. Your hand lifts halfway, pauses midair and you glance sideways.
Levi is already looking at you, bottle in hand, finger poised on the trigger. Waiting. You slowly lower your hand.
He lowers the bottle. Neither of you say anything.
This is psychological warfare, you think with a groan.
.
By the end of the week, you notice a change.
You’re snuggled up in your usual spot on the couch, and your hand lifts again out of habit, but this time, you halt. Not because you’re about to get sprayed. Not even because Levi’s watching.
But because you don’t want to.
You blink, a little surprised at yourself, fingers hovering before you slowly lower your hand back to your lap. Levi notices. He pauses halfway to reaching for the spray bottle on the coffee table and quirks a small smile.
“Took you long enough,” he mutters.
You roll your eyes, albeit without any anger, a small smile getting the better of you despite your efforts to contain it. “Your methods are insane.”
“Clearly they’re effective.”
You look at him, watching the way he relaxes back into the couch, like this was never a big deal to begin with, like he didn’t just wage a week-long campaign against your bad habit with a goddamn spray bottle.
“You’re still a jerk for it,” you add.
Cuddled up against him that night, fingers interlaced with his on the couch, you murmur a teasing thank you, and he just pulls you closer, his silent victory tasting sweeter than any cure.
• • ── • • Mafia AU • • ── • • for Levi Week 25 (hosted by @levievent) Day 3
synopsis: Of all Erwin Smith’s lieutenants, you know Levi is the one you should stay away from. But you never do.
featuring: levi ackerman x fem!reader
word count: 4.0k
contents: N/SFW, 2nd person pov, no use of y/n, mafia au, misogyny, sexual harassment (not from levi), mean/protective/possessive levi, semi-public (car) sex, dubcon (just in case), rough, dirty talk, creampie
a/n: hey everyone! Got a little caught up with the holidays. Be on the lookout for a couple more late entries, but in the meantime, be sure to mind all the content tags for this one :) there’s nothing super crazy but just in case! Hope you enjoy <3
⁀➷ read it on ao3 | levi week 25 masterlist | full masterlist
Thursday nights at the club tended to mean sleazy politicians and mid-tier dealers in expensive suits. It was quieter than the weekends, but the place wasn’t asleep either as you pushed through the side employee entrance. Inside, you were met with the familiar thudding pulse of the bass drowning out the murmur of conversation and confidential deals being made in dark corners. A pair of regulars at the bar raised their hands as soon as they spotted you walking by.
“Evenin’, darling,” one called.
“Evening, boys,” you replied with a quick smile. “Behaving tonight?”
“Never,” said the other with a wink.
You laid a friendly hand on the bar between them. “Try anyway,” you teased before pushing on. It was better not to linger too long with any of the patrons here. You’d learned long ago that everything here could be interpreted as an invitation.
A man in a group of suits at a booth called your name next, waving you over. The table was already overflowing with some of the girls working the floor in sparkly dresses and high heels, but he patted the seat beside him anyway, offering a spot with an eager grin.
“Rain check!” you said, shuffling by. “Work first. You know how it is.”
He groaned in good-natured disappointment, and you slipped away before someone tried to hand you anything powdered. Someone else tried before you could reach the bar—a wiry lawyer you didn’t trust. He flashed a folded bill and a small bag, and you almost laughed. But instead, you flapped your hands.
“No, thanks. Last thing I need is to explain myself to my mother,” you said. That ended the conversation promptly, as it usually did.
You wove through the clusters of people and past the pool tables. A couple you’d cut off from drinking last week had the decency to look embarrassed as you passed. When you got behind the bar at last, your mother was already there, sliding a fresh stack of towels into the workstation. She greeted you with a kiss on the cheek and a once-over.
“Thursday crowds look good,” she said, turning to rinse a shaker. “Try not to cut too many people off tonight.”
“No promises.”
“And Mr. Smith is here tonight. Came in about twenty minutes ago.”
You paused, hand hovering over a bar rag. Your mama’s club might have been a neighborhood institution, but everyone knew whose protection it was under. Erwin Smith didn’t show up for no reason, and he never showed up alone.
“Did Mr. Smith request anything special?” you asked.
“Privacy,” Mama said simply.
Your eyes lifted toward the balcony-level VIP section. You couldn’t see the men occupying the space behind the frosted glass partition, but they were there without a doubt. And usually, where Erwin Smith went, at least one of his lieutenants followed. There was no way to be sure, but considering the electric kettle set out by the service station, you’d bet half your tips for the night that Levi Ackerman was upstairs tonight. And if he was, you weren’t sure whether you hoped he stayed put this time or came down looking for you.
For the first hour of your shift, you mixed drinks, sliced garnishes, juggled conversations with regulars, and kept tabs on the room. Every good bartender learned to read people; it was part of the job, and this part came to you naturally. By half past nine, the floor girls cycled through for their usual check-ins. Some asked for water while others dropped by for a quick gossip break.
“Babe,” crooned Maria, a tall redhead with long legs, “you didn’t answer my text today. Were you asleep or ignoring me again?”
“I was working my other job,” you said, sliding her a glass of soda water. “I wouldn’t ignore you.”
“Liar,” she said sweetly, leaning against the bar. “Anyway, table eight is full of tech guys. Big spenders, but they’re terrible tippers. Don’t waste your time.”
“Noted.”
“And table three,” she added, dropping her voice to a whisper. “The new one with the gold watch? He’s already asked about you.”
You grimaced. “Let him know I’m not available.”
“Already did,” Maria said with a smirk before grabbing the soda water and disappearing back into the crowd.
The floor girls liked to treat you like a little sister, probably because you were one of the only constants here in a world of temporary faces and temporary jobs. You looked out for them, and they returned the favor in their own ways, offering tips about clients, warnings about incoming trouble, whispered gossip about territory politics.
It was all useful. You gathered your own information, of course; few people noticed bartenders, and even fewer remembered what they said to one. But the club’s clientele gave all sorts of things away to the pretty faces that kept them company in the booths. And anything significant would almost certainly go into one of the short memos you wrote and left for Mr. Smith’s courier.
You didn’t serve the mob directly, and you didn’t want to. But you did understand the value of being useful. Your mother always liked to say that a little information was worth more than a lot of loyalty.
After pouring a few more rounds of shots, you were just finished garnishing a gin rickey when you noticed a familiar, subtle cue: Gabe, the bouncer stationed near the VIP stairs, caught your eye and tapped twice against his earpiece. The Smith party was expecting refills.
Mama usually handled Mr. Smith’s private tables, but when she was busy, you were trusted to be the designated second. Pressing your lips together, you went about collecting the tray. Bourbon, sparkling water, a whiskey neat, a bottle of sake, crystal tumblers, and a fresh cup of steaming black tea. Before you could step around the bar, a hand adorned with a gold watch clamped around your wrist.
“Hey,” a voice slurred.
You startled without meaning to. Up close, the man’s watch looked even more expensive, with heavy gold links and a flashy diamond bezel. His smile was lazy and predatory.
“I just wanted a minute of your time, sweetheart,” he said, not letting go of your wrist.
“I’m working,” you said.
“So, take a break. Come sit with me for one drink.” His grip tightened. “Don’t be difficult. You hostess girls don’t have to play hard to get.”
“I’m not a hostess,” you gritted out, attempting to twist free. The tray wobbled in your hand.
The man grinned wider. “Don’t be a bitch. I’m trying to be nice. You think you’re too good for me?”
You yanked again. His grip didn’t budge. “Let go. Now,” you said, voice flat.
He leaned in, sour whiskey breath thick. “Don’t get smart, doll. You ain’t gonna like it.” His thumb ground against the bones of your wrist.
You could see the bouncers at their posts, laughing with some regulars, oblivious. The floor girls were busy, and your mother was in the back storeroom. It figured. You learned early around here: you were on your own. Normally, you wouldn’t want to yell or cause a scene when Mr. Smith was present. But you were seconds away from dropping the tray anyway and taking the heel of your hand to the man’s nose when a cold voice cut through the noise.
“Oi.” Levi stood beside the bar, his eyes glittering silver in the low light. “You got a death wish?”
He didn’t have to raise his voice for the man’s body to go rigid, all the slick arrogance draining out through the soles of his shoes. You twisted your wrist again, taking advantage of the distraction. The man’s grip loosened just enough for you to slip free, your fingers tingling from the pressure. You stepped back, frowning.
“J-just having a friendly chat,” the man said, trying to muster a laugh. “No harm in that, right?”
Levi took a step forward. “The fuck was your hand doing on her?”
The patron’s smile cracked, sweat pricking at his temple. “Just talking, is all. I didn’t mean nothing by it,” he stammered, hands rising in surrender, palms damp.
Levi glanced at your wrist, at the red imprint blooming on your skin. Disgust flickered across his face. “You do something like that in here again, and you’ll be drinking dinner through a tube. Understand?”
The man looked around, desperate for support, but the regulars at the bar suddenly found their drinks fascinating. Even the floor girls steered clear; nobody wanted to be caught in Levi’s crosshairs when he was angry.
“I-I get it,” the patron said, shrinking away.
Levi’s eyes followed the man until he vanished into the crowd. Only then did he shift his attention. “You alright?” he asked. Though, as usual, it sounded less like concern and more like an assessment of damage to something that, for whatever reason, he considered within his domain.
He was dressed impeccably, as always, in a monochromatic three-piece suit. Pinstriped slacks, perfectly pressed to crease in the front. A peek of gray from the lapels and lining of his jacket. The waistcoat hugging his form exactly right to suggest a lean but well-muscled torso. You tried not to picture how he looked underneath.
“I was handling it,” you said, lifting your chin.
“I noticed,” he said, adjusting the silver cravat pin below his neck. “You didn’t have a hand free to break his nose.”
You exhaled sharply, setting down the tray on the bar to rearrange the jostled components. Levi’s tea had spilled somewhat into the saucer. “You don’t have to come down here for drinks. I was just about to bring these up.”
“Wasn’t coming down for the drinks,” he said, leaning his hip against the bar.
“Then, you must’ve missed me,” you muttered, nudging the tea upright and blotting the rim with a bar napkin.
Levi looked at your wrist again. “Ice it behind the bar,” he said. “Don’t let Gabe see. He’ll get loud, and I’m not dealing with that shit tonight.” It was a warning; Smith’s nights were always supposed to run smooth, no ugly ripples for the wrong eyes to notice.
You flexed your hand; the ache wasn’t so bad, really. “I’ll live,” you said.
He gave you an unimpressed frown as you finished blotting the saucer. You checked the tray's balance and nodded to him curtly as you turned back toward the stairs. Without looking, you could feel Levi’s presence shadowing you up to the VIP balcony.
Once you arrived, Erwin Smith greeted you with his usual affability. The men around him barely looked up, too deep in their own discussion. You set the bourbon down first—Erwin’s—then, the other drinks one by one. Levi didn’t join the table, lingering instead by the door with his arms crossed. As you poured, you could feel his gaze like pinpricks on the back of your legs, as if he somehow knew he’d be spreading them later.
You finished as swiftly as you could, gave Mr. Smith a respectful dip of your head, and excused yourself.
The rest of your shift blurred by. It was sometime after midnight when the club began to thin out. Maria blew you a kiss before leaving with a high-roller, and Kira hugged you and whispered, “Don’t forget to text when you’re home.” Mama retreated to the office with the receipts, trusting you to finish closing the bar.
When you finally locked the liquor cabinets and pulled on your coat, your limbs felt heavy and warm. You grabbed your bag and headed out toward the staff exit, feeling a bit too wired to relax just yet. As the cold air of the alley rushed over you, you glimpsed the black sedan idling at the curb, the passenger-side window rolled down just far enough to reveal a familiar pair of gray eyes.
“Get in,” Levi said.
You blinked. “Excuse me?”
“Car’s warm,” he said, glancing past you. “And he’s still hanging around.”
You didn’t need to ask who he was. The gold-watch man’s face flashed in your mind, all hungry grin and sticky entitlement. You exhaled through your nose. “Levi, I’m fine. You know I walk home every night.”
“Not tonight, you don’t.”
“You can’t just—”
“I can,” he said. “Get in.”
You crossed your arms. If you got in, you both knew the script. The last time you’d ended a night in Levi’s car, you hadn’t made it home until sunrise, and not because of the drive. “I’m not one of your guys,” you said. “You don’t get to order me around.”
“You’re the madam’s daughter,” Levi said. “And you’re on Erwin’s radar. That makes you our problem.”
“So, Mr. Smith sent you to babysit me,” you said, bristling.
Levi let out a very soft, very put-upon sigh. “Look. Get in the car. I’m tired. You’re tired. And if that asshole sees you leave, I’ll have to drag him out into the street by his teeth.”
Your lips twitched despite yourself. Fuck it. “Fine.”
You stepped off the curb and opened the passenger door. Warm air rolled out, hitting you like a blanket. You slid into the seat and pulled the door shut, the thud sounding more final than you would have liked.
He shifted the car into drive. “Seatbelt.”
“My God,” you muttered, clicking it into place, “you’re bossy.”
Levi didn’t answer, just flicked on the blinker and nosed the sedan out into the street.
“Eyes on me,” he said, keeping his fingers clamped over your mouth. “That’s it.”
Levi had you folded in half in the backseat, legs splayed over the leather interior. His gloved palm pressed hot and hard across your lips, and the other hand gripped your thigh just above the knee, holding you open. The car’s cabin reeked of sweat and tea, the air thick with the ghost of his cologne. Outside, your apartment’s security lights flickered across the asphalt, throwing quick blue-white flashes over the windows.
You both could have probably gone up to your place. Your roommates were likely asleep anyway, but Levi never asked. After parking in the secluded section of the lot and killing the headlights, he’d simply slid his hand down the back of your neck, fitting his grip tight and possessive, and steered you into the backseat before you even thought to protest. He was the only man you’d ever let treat you like property.
Levi laved at your neck, tongue roving as he fucked you with a ruthless, controlled rhythm. You tasted leather and the cool bite of his rings beneath his glove where his fingers pressed. Above you, he kept his eyes locked on yours, even as your own threatened to roll back with every hard, relentless movement. You wanted to snarl or snap at him, but all you could do was stare up at him. Your fingers curled in the upholstery. Levi only pressed down harder, thumb stroking your cheek, daring you to look away.
“Focus,” he ordered, his voice low and dangerous.
He was all sharp-edged steel when commanding, even with you, but you hadn’t been scared of him for ages. Not since you started to notice all the hostesses at your mama’s club seemed to drop their guards and smile without flirtation when they spoke to him. Levi Ackerman, whose name made street dealers blanch, always stepped aside to let the girls pass in the cramped back halls. Word traveled fast about the last man who tried roughing up one of the madam’s girls while Levi was on the floor. You’d heard three versions of that story; all of them ended with the man crawling out the back door.
So, the fact that he had no qualms fucking the madam’s daughter, of all people, had come at a bit of a surprise. But once he’d realized just how much you wanted it, needed him to pin you down and fuck your brains out, all bets had been off. He never asked questions about why you liked it rough, or why you always started out defiant and ended up pliant. He just read you, the way you read the room at the club.
Levi shifted his hand from your mouth, only to grip your jaw and force you to keep looking at him. The windows fogged, and the car rocked with the movements, springs groaning in the dark. Your thighs shook around his hips as he plunged his thick cock into you relentlessly, his thumb tracing the corner of your mouth and smearing saliva.
When your head lolled, breath stuttering, he slowed down just enough to make you crazy. “Eyes,” he growled again. You bit down on your lip, managed to glare. “Good girl.”
While he had summarily stripped you down to just your community college shirt at the beginning, which was presently shoved up to expose your tits and peaked nipples, Levi hadn’t so much as shed his gloves or polished black wingtips. His jacket was slung over the driver’s seat, and his belt and slacks were undone just enough to let out his hard cock, but that was about it. The buttons of his double-breasted waistcoat gleamed as he rutted into you, filling you with all of him again and again. His hand at your jaw squeezed until you let your mouth go slack, and he slid a gloved index finger past your lips. You sucked it in on reflex, and he pressed down further toward the back of your tongue.
“That’s it,” he said. “You want to bite me, sweetheart, you better suck first.”
The seatbelt buckle jabbed at your hip, but you could only focus on the ruthless rhythm, the dirty little grind of his hips at the end of each deep thrust, and the ache of your jaw from how hard he held you open. You closed your teeth around the leather, feeling the faint give, and heard Levi make a low, pleased sound in his throat.
“Keep it there,” he muttered.
You obeyed. You always did, in the end. You were always good for him, even when he buried his face in your pussy in one of the private booths at the club or fucked you hard and frantic from behind in one of the empty backrooms. You’d asked him once what he would do if Mr. Smith or your mother found out you were fooling around together. He’d just fixed you with that flat look and said, “Nothing.” Then, he’d pulled you over the upstairs office desk and fucked you hard enough to make you see stars.
The whimper you let out around the leather in your mouth was instantly muffled by his gloved finger. Every inch of you felt stretched thin around his girth. Levi’s other hand, the one branding deep bruises into your thigh, slid up and pressed against your inner pelvis, pinning you to the seat. In reply, you locked one leg at his hip, pulling him deeper, and clenched deliberately around his length.
“Fuck—keep squeezing me like that,” he groaned, drawing his finger from your mouth to clasp your hands above your head.
The hand between your thighs brushed against your clit slow, and you jolted, hips bucking despite yourself. Levi drank in every twitch, taking the opportunity to look, to really watch the way his length disappeared inside you. The long, deep strokes had you tipping your head back, jaw slack in absolute pleasure.
“Harder,” you gasped.
Obligingly, he slammed into you even harder, the car’s suspension shuddering. The rough leather seat burned against your shoulders and ass, almost as captivating as the obscene, perfect friction of Levi’s cock spearing into you. Softer leather scraped against your clit as he mashed his fingers against the swollen bud, smearing his gloves in your slick. Your nails scraped uselessly at the glass, palm leaving a sweaty print as Levi pistoned into you, each hard thrust threatening to slam your head into the car door.
“C’mon,” he muttered, leaning over you. “Let go for me. I know you want it.”
He drew back, only to impale you with one brutal stroke that had stars bursting behind your eyes. You arched with a moan, pussy clenching him so hard you heard him choke out a curse. Desperately, you rocked up to meet his thrusts, a frantic whispered string of please, please, please tumbling from your lips before you came abruptly around his cock. Your hips continued to stir of their own accord, knees curling in as you shuddered and shook with a strangled sob. Levi released your hands and took hold of your jaw amidst your throes, forcing you to look at him and slowing his thrusts again.
“Fucking hell, sweetheart,” he breathed raggedly, pulling his hand away from your center and wiping the wet, glossy leather against your thigh.
Levi held you open as the ripples of your release worked through your body and your hips began to slow. You could feel his cock leaking against your cervix. A shiver went through you when he dipped his head to lick the sweat off your sternum. Then, he lifted himself upright, hiked your knees up as close as they would go to your shoulders, and sank into you again.
You tried not to squirm, but the way he was picking up his pace, purposefully splitting you open with increasing speed and letting you feel every inch as if he weren’t painfully hard and fighting against the urge to finish, rubbed your sensitive nerves raw. You clenched around the ceaseless, overstimulating intrusion, holding back a scream.
“Good,” he bit out. “Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. Just like that.”
The car creaked in protest as he fucked into you. Your overstimulated body jolted with every punishing drive of his hips. Levi was gritting his teeth, eyes narrowed, his hair falling out of its crisp part. You whimpered softly, chest heaving, your trembling hands moving to clutch at his shoulders, then his biceps through the crisp black fabric of his shirt. The heat at your core bloomed with every deep shove of his hard length.
“You want me to cum?” he rasped, the lewd sound of wet skin slapping growing uneven.
“Inside, Levi,” you mumbled feverishly, eyes glassy and half-mast. “Nowhere else.”
You wanted nothing more than for him to pump you full of himself, to paint your walls with his release, marking you in a way no other client your mama’s club ever could. You knew Levi liked that. He liked to leave his mark, to know that you’d climb up those stairs to your apartment dripping with him. That you’d walk back to the bar tomorrow with that soreness between your legs and think of him with every step. He liked to fuck you to the brim until you were stuffed and overflowing with his seed, and he especially liked when you begged for it.
“Yeah. Just like that,” Levi panted. His brow was furrowed, jaw set, the tendons in his neck taut.
“Levi,” you pleaded again, desperately clawing at him.
He finally let go with a guttural curse. His eyes screwed shut as heat spilled inside you in thick pulses, his balls emptying into you as your cunt milked him for every last drop. For a moment, he remained there, holding you open and buried to the hilt, savoring the soft, involuntary twitches of your body spasming around him. Then, he sucked in a breath and slowly pulled his cock from you. You let out a soft moan at the slide, a shiver of delight running through you at the sight of Levi watching the creamy white bleeding from your glistening, messy pussy.
You jolted slightly as he scooped it up with two fingers before it could drip onto the seat and pushed it back inside, plugging his cum within the warmth of your cunt. The seams of his glove grazed against your sensitive walls, and you tightened your grip around his arms, but you didn’t stop him.
“Keep that all inside for me,” Levi murmured, tenderly caressing your stomach, the curve of your waist.
When he withdrew his fingers, black leather coated with cum, you opened your mouth automatically. Satisfied, he pushed the soaked digits past your lips. You didn’t look away from him as you took him in, tongue moving to lick him clean. The taste was bitter and salt, the tang of his sweat and the mixture of your fluids on the leather. You sucked obediently and swallowed what he gave you. Levi withdrew with a slow drag, thumb lingering to smear a last gleam of white at the corner of your mouth. You licked that away, too, never looking away from him.
“That’s my girl,” he said, easing his hand away and giving your nipple a final, teasing pinch. “Now, get dressed. And next time some asshole tries anything with you, you break his wrist or I’ll fuck you full in the club lot where everyone can see.”
yakuza!Levi x f!reader [Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyoujin]
Neo Tokyo, 2235. You’ve escaped the festering wasteland that is Earth for Mars, to a city where only the strong survive, and everybody has secrets. Taking on a job as a hostess, you woo the city’s elite, your smile hiding your own dark past. When your path crosses with Levi Ackerman, said to be the strongest member of the Ackerman yakuza clan, you’re not sure whether to consider him a friend or a foe. Because in this city, nothing is what it seems. And the past never stays buried.
Series Content/Warnings: mafia/yakuza AU, flashbacks, slow burn, mystery, cyberpunk, sci fi, non-binary Hange Zoe, eventual smut, dark content, graphic violence and sexual content, minors do not interact!
⤷ ゛Levi x Female Reader | Explicit | Modern AU | Crime AU | Loan Shark Levi Ackerman | Strangers to Lovers | Dubious Consent | Smut | Angst ˎˊ˗
✮⋆˙☆ Your roommate borrowed money from the wrong man and left you to pay the price. Levi Ackerman knows how to collect what he’s owed, but he doesn’t expect himself to protect the very person he meant to break. ☆˙⋆✮
・ ⭑ ╭ ︰ cw: explicit sexual content, dubious consent, power imbalance, gun use, kidnapping, captivity, degradation, sexual coercion, captor/captive relationship, stockholm syndrome, lima syndrome, graphic depictions of violence, blood and injury, character death, attempted sexual assault ⁀ ⊹ ₊ “
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˗ˏˋ Chapter One - Your Debt is Paid | 2k words | nsfw ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ Chapter Two - Settle the Score | 4.5k words | nsfw ˎˊ˗
˗ˏˋ Chapter Three - Bad Collateral | 9.3k words | nsfw ˎˊ˗
The silence in the Captain’s office was more suffocating than the smoke on the battlefield had been.
You stood by the window, your arm wrapped in heavy bandages and your side throbbing with every breath.
You had survived the mission, but only by a hair’s breadth.
The door slammed shut with a violence that made the frames rattle.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Levi’s voice wasn't its usual calm, cold rasp.
It was a roar.
You flinched, turning to see him standing by his desk, his hair disheveled and his cravat torn.
He looked unraveled. "Levi, the flank was collapsing. If I hadn't moved-“
"If you hadn't moved, you wouldn't have been crushed!" he screamed, stepping into your space.
He slammed his hand against the wall beside your head. "You threw yourself into the mouth of a 15-meter class! You ignored the signal! You acted like a suicidal brat!"
"I was doing my job!" you yelled back, the adrenaline finally snapping into anger. "I saved three scouts! Would you rather I let them die?"
"I'd rather have a soldier who follows orders than a corpse I have to bury!" his eyes were wide, frantic. "You were under the debris for ten minutes. I couldn't see you. I couldn't find you. Do you have any idea what that does to a person?"
The heat of the argument pushed you over the edge.
The pain in your side flared, and the exhaustion of nearly dying turned into a cold, hard wall.
"Then maybe you shouldn't have put me on your squad," you said, your voice suddenly quiet and trembling.
"If I'm such a burden, if my life is just another 'order' to you, then let me go. Stop looking for me."
You turned away from him, pulling your shoulders in, physically closing yourself off.
You felt hollow.
You stared out at the dark courtyard, refusing to look at the man who was currently looking at you like you were the moon and the sun combined.
"Get out, Levi," you whispered. "Go find a soldier who’s easier to manage."
The room went deathly silent.
You expected another shout, or the sound of the door slamming as he left. Instead, you heard a sharp, jagged intake of breath.
A pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you back against a chest that was shaking.
Levi buried his face in the crook of your neck, his forehead pressing against your skin.
Then, you felt it. The dampness of hot tears soaking into your uniform.
"Don't," he choked out. The sound was broken, a noise Levi Ackerman wasn't supposed to be capable of making. "Don't tell me to stop looking for you. Don't you dare."
He turned you around in his arms, his grip desperate, almost painful.
He didn't look like the Humanity's Strongest; he looked like a man who had finally lost the only thing he had left to lose.
He slumped against you, his head dropping to your shoulder as he sobbed quietly, his fingers clutching the back of your jacket.
"I can't lose you," he whispered into your collar, his voice thick. "I've lost everyone. I can't... I can't wake up and have you be a name on a stone. Please. Don't do that to me again."
Your anger evaporated, replaced by a crushing ache in your chest.
You slowly raised your uninjured arm, wrapping it around his head, pulling him closer as he shook in your arms.
"I'm here, Levi," you breathed, closing your eyes as you felt his tears on your skin.
"I'm still here."
The sun had barely begun to bleed over the horizon, casting long, pale shadows across the stone floors of the headquarters.
You stirred in the small cot Levi had forced you into the night before, right in the corner of his office but as soon as you moved, a hand clamped firmly, yet gently, over yours.
"Stay down," Levi’s voice came from the darkness.
He hadn't slept.
He was sitting in his desk chair, which he had pulled up right next to your bed.
His cravat was still gone, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and his eyes were rimmed with red. In his hand was a damp cloth, which he used to methodically wipe a smudge of dried blood from your knuckles.
"Levi, I'm fine," you murmured, your voice thick with sleep. "I need to go to the morning briefing. Smith will be expecting-"
"Erwin knows you’re occupied," Levi interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. "And you aren't 'fine.' You have three cracked ribs and a concussion.
You aren't leaving this room unless I’m carrying you."
Throughout the morning, he was a silent, hovering presence.
When you tried to sit up to reach for a glass of water, he was there before your fingers could even graze the cup.
When you tried to swing your legs over the side of the bed to use the washroom, he stood up immediately, offering his shoulder for support without a word.
It wasn't just physical care; it was a territorial obsession.
Around noon, there was a knock at the door. It was Hanji, their voice uncharacteristically soft. "Levi? I have the medical report for-"
"Leave it at the door," Levi snapped, not even turning his head.
"But I need to check the bandages-"
"I did them myself," he growled. "Go away, Hange."
You watched him as he returned to his desk, but he didn't actually do any work. He just kept shifting his chair so he could maintain a direct line of sight to you.
Every time you winced or shifted your weight, his entire body tensed, his hand twitching toward his blades as if he could fight off the very concept of pain.
Finding a Middle Ground
"You're suffocating me a little," you said softly, breaking the heavy silence.
Levi paused, a stack of papers in his hand. He looked at you, and for a second, that raw, vulnerable flicker from the night before returned to his eyes.
He set the papers down and walked over, sitting on the edge of the cot.
"I know," he rasped, his voice dropping.
He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw with a tenderness that felt almost holy.
"But every time I close my eyes, I see that titan's hand closing around you. I hear the sound of the building collapsing."
He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours.
His breath was warm, smelling of the bitter tea he’d been drinking to stay awake.
"I'll stop hovering when I'm sure you aren't going to vanish the moment I look away," he whispered.
-SUMMARY: Someone questioned Levi’s partners place. He shuts them down immediately.
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“You’re holding that wrong.”
It wasn’t the words. It was the tone. Dismissive. Loud enough to carry. Meant to be heard. You didn’t turn right away. Didn’t give him the reaction he clearly wanted.
You’d dealt with it before. Men who saw your skill and decided it couldn’t possibly be yours. Men who thought your rank came from luck, or pity, or anything other than the blood and grit it actually took.
Instead, you adjusted your grip slightly, testing your balance again before finally glancing over your shoulder.
“Then correct it,” you said evenly.
A few nearby soldiers slowed, watching.
The man let out a short, humorless laugh as he stepped closer. Too close.
“I’d have to correct all of it,” he said, eyes dragging over you in a way that made your jaw tighten. “Form, stance, attitude.”
You held his gaze, unimpressed.
“Then start talking,” you replied.
Another mistake. Because he didn’t want a conversation. He wanted an audience.
“Oh, I will,” he said, voice rising just enough. “Because someone clearly hasn’t told you yet.”
A ripple went through the yard. You felt it but didn’t move. Didn’t back down.
His lip curled slightly. “You don’t belong here.”
There it was. Familiar and predictable.
You exhaled slowly through your nose. “And yet, here I am.” That only seemed to irritate him more.
“Yeah,” he scoffed. “Funny how that works.”
Your grip tightened around your blades.“Careful,” you said, tone still level. “You’re starting to sound insecure.”
A few people shifted. Someone muttered under their breath. The man’s expression darkened.
“Insecure?” he repeated, stepping even closer. “No. I just don’t like seeing standards drop.”
You didn’t move. Didn’t give him an inch.
“Then maybe you should raise yours,” you shot back.
That did it. His patience snapped.
“Or maybe,” he said sharply, voice cutting through the yard now, “you should stop pretending you earned your place.”
Silence hit hard. Your chest went still. But your face didn’t change.
“Say that again,” you said quietly.
He smirked. Like he’d been waiting for that.
“You heard me,” he said. “Girls like you don’t get this far on skill alone.”
A couple soldiers stiffened. No one spoke. He leaned in slightly. Close enough that it crossed a line.
“Tell me,” he continued, voice dropping just enough to make it worse, “how many officers did it take, hm?”
Your stomach twisted. Not from doubt. From anger. Cold. Sharp. Controlled.
“Careful,” you said again, lower this time. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”
He laughed. Actually laughed.
“Embarrassing?” he repeated. “Please. Everyone’s thinking it.”
No they weren’t. But he didn’t care about truth. He cared about control.
“Pretty convenient,” he went on, eyes narrowing. “You show up, climb ranks faster than most. What, I’m supposed to believe that’s all hard work?”
You took a step forward. Closing the distance yourself now. Your voice didn’t rise. Didn’t shake.
“You’re right about one thing,” you said. “It wasn’t convenient.”
The yard had gone completely silent.
“It was blood,” you continued. “And time. And work you clearly wouldn’t survive.”
A sharp inhale from someone nearby. His expression snapped.
“You—”
“Enough.”
The word didn’t need to be loud. It hit anyway. Every head turned. Levi Ackerman stood at the edge of the yard. Still. Arms crossed. But his presence, It shifted everything. The air changed. Heavy, controlled and dangerous. His gaze wasn’t on you. It was on him. And it wasn’t neutral.
“Captain,” the man started, straightening slightly, “I was just—”
“I didn’t ask.”
Levi stepped forward. Slow. Measured. Each step deliberate in a way that made your pulse tick. He stopped a few feet away.
“You have something to say about my squad?” Levi asked.
The man hesitated just for a second. Then doubled down.
“I was pointing out a problem.”
Levi’s expression didn’t change.
“What problem.”
It wasn’t a question. Not really.
The man gestured toward you. “Her.”
Your jaw tightened. Levi didn’t look at you. Didn’t need to.
“What about her,” he said. Flat.
The man exhaled sharply, clearly thinking he had some ground to stand on. “She’s sloppy,” he said. “Undisciplined. And frankly…”
He hesitated. But only for a second. “I don’t think she earned her position.”
Silence. Levi didn’t move. Didn’t blink. But something shifted. Subtle and deadly.
“Explain,” Levi said.
The man smirked slightly, mistaking the calm for permission. “You want me to say it?” he asked. “Fine.” Bad choice.
“You really think she got here on skill?” he went on, louder now. “Or are we all just pretending we don’t see what’s actually going on?”
A few soldiers shifted uncomfortably. No one interrupted.
“Because I’ve seen it before,” he continued. “Women climbing ranks by getting close to the right people—”
He didn’t get to finish. Levi moved. Fast. One second he was still. The next, he was right in front of him. So close the man actually took half a step back. Levi didn’t touch him. Didn’t need to. But his presence, It pressed. Hard.
“You’re done talking,” Levi said quietly.
Not loud. Not angry in the obvious way. But his voice, It dropped. And that was worse. The man swallowed but tried to recover.
“I’m just saying—”
“No,” Levi cut in. “You’re not. You’re going to shut your mouth,” he continued, tone low and razor sharp, “before I decide you don’t need it anymore.”
The man went still. Levi held his stare for a long second. Then…
“You think she’s sloppy?” Levi said. His voice shifted slightly. He stepped to the side just enough to stand beside you.
“Fix it,” he said.
Your breath steadied instantly. You adjusted. Because now, this wasn’t about him. This was about proving what you already knew. You moved, clean. Every motion sharp, controlled, deliberate. Your blades cut through the air exactly where they should. Perfect. Levi’s gaze slid back to the man.
“Well?”
The man’s jaw tightened. “…Better,” he muttered.
Levi didn’t blink. “She didn’t get better,” he said flatly. “You just don’t know what you’re looking at.”
A few soldiers looked away. The tension was thick now. Levi stepped closer again. Not fast this time.
Slow. Controlled. But somehow worse.
“You don’t get to question her ability,” he continued, “when you can’t even recognize it.”
The man didn’t respond. Good. Levi’s eyes narrowed just slightly.
“And you definitely don’t get to run your mouth about things you can’t prove.”
“If I hear you speak about her like that again,” Levi said, voice dropping even lower, “you won’t be worrying about her rank.”
“You’ll be worrying about whether you still have one.”
Silence. Heavy. Final. Then… Levi straightened. Just slightly.
“She’s mine.”
The words landed harder this time. Possessive.
“She’s in my squad,” he added. “Which means she meets my standards. And I don’t keep dead weight.”
The implication hit exactly where it needed to. The man looked away first. Levi watched him for one second longer. Then turned.
“Training resumes.”
The yard moved again but slower. Careful. Because everyone felt it. You didn’t move right away. Because your chest was tight. Not from doubt. From something else.
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It wasn’t unusual for you to still be working this late. In fact, it had become something of a pattern.
Whenever the workload piled up, reports, mission debriefs, strategy reviews that couldn’t wait until morning, you and Levi would end up in the same routine without ever officially agreeing to it.
He didn’t call it anything. You didn’t either. But it always happened the same way.
If Levi knew the night was going to stretch long, he’d show up at your office first usually without knocking. Just a quiet presence in the doorway, eyes scanning the stacks of paperwork already forming on your desk.
Then, always the same word, “Move.”
And when you inevitably argued that you were fine, that you didn’t need help, he would already be halfway through picking up half your workload anyway. Eventually, it stopped being two separate offices working late. It became shared silence, shared exhaustion, shared time.
And tonight was no different. Except you were in his office now. Because after the training yard incident, Levi had said nothing about it in front of others. No further confrontation. No lingering attention drawn to it.
You sat across from him, focused on the paperwork in front of you. Or at least, you tried to be. But your grip on the pen was just a little too tight. Your movements just a little too stiff. And your thoughts, still stuck back in the training yard.
“You’re pressing too hard.”
You blinked. Levi didn’t look up from his own stack of papers. But his voice cut through your thoughts easily. You glanced down. The ink had bled slightly where your pen lingered too long.
You loosened your grip. “I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.”
Your chest tightened slightly. You didn’t answer. Didn’t want to. Because acknowledging it would mean admitting that he got to you. That his words were still sitting somewhere in your chest, heavier than they should’ve been.
Levi finally set his pen down. The soft click echoed louder than expected.
“Sit down.”
You frowned slightly. “I am sitting.”
His eyes lifted. “Not there.”
Your pulse skipped. “Levi—”
“Don’t argue.”
You hesitated for half a second, then stood. Crossed the small space between you. And stopped just in front of him.
One hand came to your waist firm, steady as he pulled you down onto his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world as he dug his face into your neck smelling you clean and fresh scent. Leaving little kisses on your neck for just a second. Your breath caught slightly.
“How long were you going to sit there pretending?” he muttered.
Your fingers curled slightly against his shirt. “I wasn’t pretending.”
His hand shifted, settling against your thigh. Thumb brushing slow, absent circles.
“You’re quieter than usual,” he said. “Tense. Your shoulders haven’t relaxed since you walked in.”
You swallowed. Of course he noticed.
“It’s nothing,” you tried again.
“Don’t lie to me.”
Your chest tightened. Silence stretched.
“…He was out of line,” you admitted quietly.
Levi’s jaw flexed. “I know.”
“He’s wrong,” you added quickly, almost defensive now.
“I know angel.”
His hand moved again, sliding up slightly along your thigh before settling back into that steady, grounding rhythm.
“You looked away slightly. “It’s annoying.”
“Mm.”
A pause. Then his other hand came up, fingers brushing your chin, turning your face back toward him.
“Look at me.” His expression wasn’t soft, not in the obvious way. But his eyes were steady.
“You’re not what he said,” Levi murmured. “You’re one of the best soldiers I have,” he continued. “You think I’d keep you in my squad if you weren’t?”
You huffed quietly. “You’re not exactly known for patience.”
“Exactly.”
His thumb brushed a little slower now. More deliberate.
“You don’t get special treatment,” he added. “You earned your place. And if anyone has a problem with that,” Levi continued, voice dropping slightly, “they can take it up with me.”
Your lips parted slightly. “You were really mad earlier.”
“I still am.”
His hand stilled for a moment then resumed, slower now. “But not at you.”
A pause. Then he leaned in slightly. Close enough that you felt his breath before anything else.
“You don’t need to prove anything to people like him,” he said quietly. “They don’t matter.” Your fingers tightened slightly against his shirt.
“Easy for you to say.”
Levi’s gaze didn’t waver.
“No,” he said. “It’s not.”
That made you pause. Really look at him. Because he meant it. Every word.
His hand slid up just slightly, fingers pressing more firmly now grounding, steady.
“You’re not weak,” he added. “You’re not lucky.”
Your chest tightened.
“You’re skilled,” he said. “Consistent. Reliable.”
His voice softened just a fraction. “And I trust you.”
That…That hit harder than anything else. Your breath faltered. Levi watched you carefully.
“You’re amazing at what you do.”
Your shoulders finally relaxed. Just a little. Levi noticed. Of course he did. His thumb slowed, circles turning softer now.
“There it is,” he muttered.
Before you could respond, his hand shifted again coming up this time, fingers brushing lightly along your jaw before tilting your head just enough and he pressed a kiss to your lips. Grounding and reassuring. Your breath caught as you leaned into it slightly without thinking.
His hand stayed steady against you, anchoring you in place as he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead lightly against yours.
“Stop overthinking it,” he murmured.
You let out a quiet breath. “I’ll try.”
“Not try,” he corrected. “Do.”
You huffed softly. “…Yes, Captain.”
A faint, almost imperceptible shift in his expression.
“Good.”
Another soft kiss. Quicker this time. But just as certain. Your mind was finally quiet. Because his voice, his touch, his certainty drowned everything else out.
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-I really enjoyed writing this one! Let me know if you guys liked it!
summary : you’re the scout’s 3rd squad leader. an ex-member of Captain Levi’s Special-Ops squad. recruited by chief shadis to assist him in training the 104th cadets in their final training year, you and the cadets form a meaningful relationship. not meaningful enough to tell them you’re married to Captain Levi, though.
warnings : not proofread, we die like erwin. annie is a scout cause i said so. prob some inaccuracies whoops. lwk ooc levi, nothing crazy.
wc : 4.3k
The sunlight poking through the curtains shielding the window of your abnormally dark bedroom. The sound of birds chirping, their call to humanity, telling them that day has come. A shiver running down your spine, a sign that your covers have fallen off your body. The lack of warmth that usually radiated from your husband’s body, gone.
A hand on your shoulder shaking your body, a deep voice calling your name.
”Wake up. You’re going to be late on your first day if you don’t get up now.”
Ignoring the voice of your obviously and usually irritated husband, you let the pillows consume you in their comfort, body falling back into the dark abyss that was sleep.
Just like a titan’s scream, your husband’s voice calling your name in an attempt to wake you up sends a feeling of dread throughout your body.
”I swear on these damn walls, I am never agreeing to wake you up again. Quit ignoring me and get up!”
Your eyes shot open, immediately and blurringly locking in on grey-blue irises. Pissed off, as usual.
”Finally! Don’t even look at me like that, you’re the one who asked me to wake you up when I did. I even let you sleep in for a bit. Your uniform is laid out for you, and I brought your breakfast here. Now hurry up and get in the shower while the water is still warm.”
Irritation instantly disappearing at his words, you sent Levi a small, sleepy smile. Your eyes could barely focus, but it was enough to make out his form sitting on the bed above you. As you do every morning, you open your arms out to him, feeling sluggish and craving his warmth. Sighing defeatedly, he grabbed you by the underarms, effortlessly pulling your body upward and towards him, wrapping his arms around your waist once you were pressed against him, your own arms wrapping around his shoulders. Head pressing against his, your face angled to rest on his shoulder, groggily voice telling him good morning.
“I’m sure you’re having a good morning. You didn’t have to poke the sleeping bear,” Levi huffed and rubbed your back, but you knew his words didn’t hold any animosity.
“I always have a good morning when it starts by your side, love,” you responded, turning your head to press a kiss against his cheek.
He simply sends you a small “tch” before releasing you, allowing you to stand from the bed and stretch, walking towards your shared bathroom to have a quick shower. You can hear Levi shaking the covers as you shut the door, clearly having been anxious to do the bed.
This morning, you had to get up earlier than usual in order to head to Trost, base of where the 104th cadets were training. Chief Shadis had personally asked you to assist him in his final year of training these specific cadets in the South division, hoping that having a squad leader’s presence and expertise would somehow snap them into shape. According to him, this group of cadets showed promising potential for possible new members of the Survey Corps, and he wants an actual Scout to instill drive and raise the number of new Scout recruits.
Showering quickly, you dressed in the neatly laid out uniform, courtesy of your husband of a year. Married couples were a rarity throughout the Scout Regiment, with most couples keeping their relationship under wraps, yours included. Most people found it idiotic and selfish to commit yourself to a person when the possibility of death was so prevalent. However, this didn’t stop couples from forming within the Scouts, the luckier ones taking it a step further and committing themselves to each other on another level. As corny as it sounds, it seems like love was enough to ignore all odds, not allowing yourselves to become consumed by the fear of losing your significant other.
With these thoughts swirling in your head, you stepped out fully dressed in your uniform, looking around and seeing the empty bedroom. You quickly combed out your wet hair, settling on a simple updo to keep your hair out of your face, using a fancy contraption that Levi had bought you as a gift during one of his journeys within Wall Sina. A ‘big hair clip’ he had called it.
Walking out and into Levi’s office, you spotted him sitting at his desk sipping his usual black tea, your breakfast across from him with a chair pulled up for you. You chatted quietly about your plans for the day, with you carrying most of the conversation meanwhile Levi’s intense stare focused on you, listening intently. With a soft kiss goodbye, you left his office and headed for your own, grabbing some final items before making your way down and outside, greeting anyone who walked by you with a smile. Once you made it outside, it shocked you to see your horse waiting for you, smiling and shaking your head in a mental thanks to Levi.
Once you made it onto the training grounds, you met with Chief Shadis to go over the plans for the day, and for the remaining year. You were to attend all physical training with the cadets, including hand-to-hand combat, ODM training, and conditioning. You and Shadis rode horseback to meet the cadets, all lined up, saluting, anticipating the man’s arrival.
“Attention!” Shadis yelled out once you stopped in front of the cadets, introducing you by your first name, followed by, “She’s 3rd squad leader of the Survey Corps, former member of Captain Levi’s Special Ops squad. She’ll be helping me oversee you cadets this final year. Any and all that have questions regarding the Scout Regiment may direct them to her. Lastly, you will treat her with respect, understood?”
“Yes, sir!” they all responded.
Shadis then proceeded to inform the group that they’d be starting with hand-to-hand combat this morning. You peered at the group of cadets, trying to gauge their expressions. Your eye was caught by a boy at the front of the line up. Young, turquoise eyes filled with anticipation, shifting slightly to look at the taller, sandy haired boy next to him. Making a mental note, you and Shadis began to ride toward the area you’d be training at, the cadets following behind. Your heightened hearing was able to pick up on the conversations happening around you;
”Looks like your dream came true Eren, you finally have someone to ask all your lunatic questions to!”
”Don’t think I didn’t see you checking her out, horse face. You almost started neighing when she looked at us.”
”Guys, keep it down! I heard she has super hearing or something, don’t let her hear you guys talking about her like that.”
”Are you serious, Armin? No way she-“
”Attention!” you called out once you got to the field, hopping off your horse, not looking back at the cadets. “Before beginning any training, I want to see the level you’re all at currently. Commandant has already gone through your ranks with me, but I want to see your skills for myself.” You turned, arms behind your back, looking into the small crowd.
“You both—state your names!” You looked at the two boys from earlier who obviously hoped this was a coincidence you chose them both and not that you had overheard their conversation, based on the look on their faces. The one with turquoise eyes shouted first, voice slightly wavering, “Eren Yeager, ma’am!”
”Jean Kirstein, ma’am!” The taller one shouted, cockiness radiating from his stance.
”Both of you, step forward!” you commanded, “I want to see a clean, fair fight. No horsing around, got it?” you smirked, confirming even further that you had most definitely overheard them. You heard snickers in the audience at your choice of words. Without turning your head, you saw the sounds coming from a silver haired boy, and a tall, burly, blonde one from your peripheral. “You two! You’re up next. Hope you’ll find it amusing as well.”
Silence followed, only interrupted by the first swing coming from Eren, who seemed to yell and grunt anytime he made any sort of movement. Jean blocks the swing and swiftly punches Eren in the stomach, who hunches over holding his abdomen. Jean takes advantage to swing at his face, uppercutting him. You can see blood fly out of Eren’s nose. You can hear a small, “Eren!” come from a small, dark haired girl in the front of the crowd.
“You piece of shit!” Eren spits, lunging at Jean and tackling him to the ground. They begin to roll around in the dirt, swinging blindly at each other. Shadis keeps quiet, knowing you’ll intervene. You allow the dirty fighting to continue for a minute, before you walk up to the pair, both pausing at the sight of your boot clad feet in front of them. Stunned, they pause their swinging. You grab the backs of their jackets, effortlessly lifting both upright roughly, causing them to stumble once on their feet.
“It seems you both misheard me. I did say no horsing around, did I not?”
“Yes ma’am!” they both shout breathlessly, clearly tired and embarrassed.
“Right, so what part of that translated into beating each other like idiots?” you calmly questioned. Neither responded, only looking down bashfully.
“Laps until sundown, both of you.”
The day passed by quickly, and before you knew it, the sun had set and you were at the mess hall dining with the cadets. Loud conversation flowed around you, but did not include you. You weren’t surprised, considering the cadets generally had a scared and constipated expression on their face when barely looking in your direction.
‘Wow, Levi would be proud of me right about now,’ you thought, a small smile on your face as you looked down at the despicable food.
“Um, enjoying the food?” you hear someone say, followed by your name. Looking up, you realize it was Sasha Braus, an unusually hungry girl whom you’ve overheard finding a way to bring up food in most conversations she has.
“Not really, tastes like shredded paper soaked in milk,” you responded casually, bringing a spoonful of the supposed porridge up to your lips.
Sasha took your words as an invitation to begin talking about food. She asked whether you had tried meat before, what type of food they served at the Survey Corp’s headquarters, and began ranting on about the food she’d eat at her home village. She was cut off by Mikasa, a young girl who you suspected shared similar qualities as you, addressing you and asking a question.
”Why do we have to train in hand-to-hand combat? How does that help us against fighting titans?”
You noticed some of the cadets quiet down, clearly listening closely for your answer. You responded plainly, “It doesn’t help you fight the actual titans, but it helps develop skills that will be useful in fighting titans. Learning to be quick on your feet, respond quickly, and avoid swings at you is useful, isn't it?”
You didn't wait for them to respond before continuing, “Plus, as a woman, there'll come a point in your life when you find yourself needing to defend yourself against someone stronger than you. By the end of this year, I need you all to be capable of defending yourselves against anyone and anything. Understood?”
Sasha and Mikasa were looking at you with stunned expressions, not having expected that response. However, both nodded with a determined look in their eyes. You made eye contact with Annie, a quiet yet aggressively strong girl. She quickly shifted her gaze, focusing on her food instead with tightened lips. You had a feeling your words were hitting deep with some of the girls.
“Besides,” you added with a giggle, “It’s kind of funny watching Mikasa and Annie handling your asses every time.”
After that first day, the cadets seemed to have grown trustful of you, realizing that you weren’t as stoic and serious as they had imagined. You were just a no-bullshit kind of person, which they respected. After the first couple of weeks, you realized that staying in Trost’s southern training base was a smarter idea than traveling back and forth every night back to HQ. Though he didn’t like the idea of sleeping without you for five days a week, Levi realized that it was better than you traveling at night everyday. He knows you’re more than capable of defending yourself, but it still makes him feel uneasy. At least you were able to visit him on the weekends, which didn’t go unnoticed by the cadets, who wondered why you always declined to join them in the city on the weekend, though they chalked it up to you wanting to spend time with your fellow Scouts.
Faster than you imagined, a year went by and the cadets were attending their graduating ceremony. Commander Erwin and Chief Shadis had personally invited you to attend the ceremony, seeing as though this past year had made a great impact on the group of cadets you had assisted in training, according to Shadis. Though you were too humble to take the praise, both men had congratulated you on training your cadets hard enough for them to take up all the spots in the top ten. You watched proudly as most of them chose to join the Survey Corps, meaning your goal had been accomplished.
A couple of months went by with the new recruits officially donning the title of Scouts. Much to their dismay, you had a lot less time to spend with them due to going back to training with your squad. Despite this, they still made the attempt to spend time with you during mealtimes. This greatly annoyed Levi like every other thing, as he felt your time with him was divided so small compared to the time spent on your duties. He would roll his eyes when he heard the cadets calling your name as soon as you walked into the mess hall, and he’d narrow his eyes when you’d look at him with a grimace, knowing you were about to “abandon him” as he put it.
“Captain Levi always looks so rejected when you come sit with us. He must miss having you on his Special-Ops squad, huh?” Connie asked as you sat down, scooting over so you could sit between him and Sasha.
“Sure, Connie,” you snickered, thinking about how Levi missed you in more ways than they could imagine.
You heard your name being spoken in a question, “Are you coming with us to Trost for the festival tomorrow? It’s supposed to be really nice this time of year,” Armin spoke.
You took a bite of your bread before responding, “I’m not sure if I’ll have plans already, I’ll have to ask my husband—“
”YOUR WHAT?!”
“You have a husband! Since when?!”
”Who is he? How could you not tell us until now?”
”You’re married?!”
The last question got Mikasa to slam her elbow into Eren’s ribs, causing him to shout. Realizing your mistake and the curious eyes looking toward your table, you attempted to swallow your bread with your now dry throat, grabbing your water to wash it down. Ignoring the bombardment of questions and looking around to see who had overheard, you thanked the walls that most of the people around your table already knew of your relationship. Levi’s Special-Ops squad, Hange and Moblit, your own squad, and some stragglers who you prayed to didn't care about your conversation.
”Well, I’ve been married for about a year. To whom? I’m not telling you, so don’t ask,” you finalized in a serious tone, grabbing your plate and placing it in front of Sasha who immediately seemed to forget about the topic of conversation. Standing, you walked out, ignoring the shouts coming from behind you.
You quickly made the walk to your personal office, thankful that today you didn’t have any scheduled training with your squad. Instead, you’d be spending the day doing paperwork with Levi. Your ears picked up the sound of footsteps walking to your office and you readied your voice to shout at the nosy teenagers. You were relieved to see your husband entering your office, shutting the door behind him.
“So, I take it your friends know we’re more than just ex-squad mates?” he asks, walking over to your desk, taking a seat opposite of you. Anyone else would think that his tone indicated anger, but you knew he was slightly amused.
”It’s not funny, Levi. It totally just slipped out! I know there’s nothing wrong with being married, but I don’t want them to treat me differently now that they know,” you confessed, meeting his now confused gaze. You find it endearing how his face tends to freely show his emotions only in your presence.
“Why would they treat you differently just because you’re married?” he asked, not understanding your thought process.
”Well…they won’t see me as tough anymore,” you muttered out, immediately cringing at the choice of words, knowing Levi was going to have a field day.
”They saw you as tough?”
His emphasis on the word ‘you’ didn’t go unnoticed.
“Of course they did!….right?” you doubted your words now.
”Right, of course. No doubt about it,” he answered teasingly, lips very slightly upturned now. He stood from his seat, coming around to your side of the desk, forcing you to look up at him.
”Levi, you’re being mean,” you furrowed your eyebrows, casting your eyes down in slight irritation.
”I’m sorry, love. I’m just teasing you,” he paused to grab you by your underarms, lifting you to sit on the desk, ignoring your yelp at the sudden movement. “Of course they saw you as tough as you really are. But I fail to see how they’ll see you any differently now.”
You allowed him to step between your parted legs, still looking down and avoiding his intense stare. Your voice was small as you spoke, “I just feel like they’re going to think of me the same way other people think of married Scouts. As stupid, or an idiot. They don’t know it’s you I'm married to. I’m confident in myself and my abilities as a Scout, but sometimes I do wonder if people look at us and think “Really, them two?”” you finished. You were embarrassed at your self deprecating thoughts. You felt cold fingers press against your chin, lifting your face up to meet Levi’s stare.
His steel grey eyes shifted back and forth from yours for a couple seconds.
“Levi?”
His lips finally parted, “You seriously think people are going to think that of you? What do you think they’ll think about me?” he asked, his tone incredulous. “I’m the hard ass who married you. You; you’re patient, you’re the strongest person I’ve ever met, both physically and mentally. Those brats look up to you, you’re so incredible. You really think they’re going to think any less of you?”
”Levi—“
”Wait,” he cut you off, moving his fingers to press against your lips, effectively shutting you up. “If you’re a married idiot in love, so am I. What does that make us?”
He removed his fingers from your lips, instead using them to push your loose hair behind your ear. His stare was so intense, you felt warmth spread in every nerve throughout your body.
“I don’t think I’ve heard you speak so much since we said our vows. Do you think it’s possible to divorce just so we could get married again?”
The next morning, the 104th recruits gathered together in preparation to head to Trost for the festival. They were standing outside Hange’s office, Eren’s fist coming up to knock on the door.
It took a couple seconds for Hange to open the door, their erratic eyes widening at the crowd outside their office.
“Hi friends, what can I do for you? Did you all come to join me in my studies on how Titan teeth are strangely similar to our own? Eren! Can I pull a tooth or two for research purposes?” they quickly spoke. Eren’s eyes widened at Hange’s question, his lips immediately sealing shut to hide his teeth.
”Section-Commander, we were wondering if you could point us to the 3rd squad leader’s room? We wanted to invite her and her…husband to the festival in case they don’t have plans,” Armin spoke up, voice pausing before the word ‘husband’.
Hange paused before cackling, catching the former cadets off guard and causing them to lean back in fear.
“Oh sure! All the way down the hall, the last door. Come back and let me know how it goes!” they laugh manically before slamming the door shut.
”Damnit Armin, you were supposed to ask Hange if they know who her husband is!” Connie whisper-shouted.
“It’s obviously one of her squad members, dingus! We’ve already established that’s why she left the Special-Ops squad. You were supposed to confirm which one of them!” Jean whisper-shouted back.
“Hey Jeanboy, I didn’t hear you step in to ask. Why’s that?” Eren was quick to throw the question.
”Why didn’t you, toothless?” Jean snapped back.
”Enough! Let’s just hurry up and go ask if she wants to come. The food stands are probably empty by now,” Sasha said the last part sadly.
”Sasha, it’s 8 in the morning. The stands aren’t even up yet,” Mikasa responded.
The group bickered the whole way down the hall, stopping in front of the door that supposedly was your quarters.
Connie knocked on the door, only to be met with no response after a minute.
“Knock again!” Armin demanded.
Connie knocked a second time, waiting for a response. When none came, they looked at each other.
”Do we go in anyway? Technically, it’ll be the office we’re entering, not her personal room,” Reiner chimed in.
“Good point! Annie, you’re up. You know she has a soft spot for you,” Bertholdt smirked, shoving Annie to the front of the group before she could protest.
Just as Annie placed her hand on the handle, Mikasa spoke up, “Wait, Annie—“
Before she could finish, the door swung open unexpectedly, leaving the group to become frozen in fear when they realized it was not you on the other side of the door, but Captain Levi himself.
All in his bed head and shirtless glory.
”C-Captain! We apologize, w-we have the wrong door! We’re looking for—“ Annie was quickly cut off.
”Do you brats realize what time it is? Who the hell could you possibly be attempting to bother right now,” the Captain seethed, staring at them with a look they had never seen before. It was a mix of tiredness and a level of anger they hadn’t quite experienced yet. However, it could be explained by the fact that it was one of the two days he’s able to sleep in, and they were clearly interrupting that.
They all stood there like goldfish, mouths opening and closing with no words coming out. Mikasa was the first one to snap out of it, saying your name. “We’re looking for her to invite her to the festival again. We’re sorry about interrupting your sleep, C-Captain. Could you point us to her room?”
The Captain lifted his right hand to his face, thumb and middle finger pressing to his now shut eyelids. It was then that they noticed the gleam of a gold band on his ring finger. His eyes quickly opened once more, alert and awake now.
“You’re lucky I don’t kick every single one of your asses right now.” Not taking his eyes off of the teenagers, he raised his voice and called out your name.
Every single one felt their hearts stop at the realization. Holy shit—
“Levi? What’s wrong, baby?” they heard your voice respond.
Their knees were shaking at this point.
”Your children are here to invite you to that damn festival again.”
”My…what?!” you asked, confused. Your presence suddenly appeared far behind Levi, having barely taken a couple steps towards the door when you saw your former cadets staring at you with faces looking like they had just shit themselves.
“Oh, good morning everyone!” you smiled widely, walking up to the doorway, standing next to Levi clad in your long robe, crossing your arms over your chest. This allowed your right hand to face the crowd, where they could see a matching gold band on your ring finger.
Annie stuttered out your name, “W-we just came to invite you—well, you and your—you and C-Captain Levi to the festival again. I-In case you didn’t h-have plans after—after all.”
The Captain didn’t turn his head, but his eyes shifted sideways to look at you. Immediately, Annie locked her gaze on you, and you only.
“Aw, how sweet of you all! I—“ you paused to elbow Levi lightly in an attempt to forcibly change the look on his face, feeling his glare on you, “We appreciate the invite. However, I think we’re just going to stay in today, thank you,” you smiled both at them and Levi once you noticed his harsh look softened slightly as a wordless ‘thank you’.
Awkwardly, Armin voiced, “O-oh! Okay, w-we’ll see you guys later then!” before looking at the group. They were all staring at the two in the doorway with stiff smiles and hunched shoulders.
“No, you won’t,” Levi spoke coldly, slamming the door shut in their faces.
They could hear your voice laughingly yell, “Levi!” before they heard a yelp and giggles follow.
The group immediately ran back down the hallway before they traumatized themselves further, the ruckus causing Hange to poke their head out to scream and cackle.
Hi guys! Sorry it's been a while. I've been so burnt out and unmotivated recently. I’ve been trying taking some time to try to get out of my slump. This is another one of the random ideas that has been sitting in my drafts, so I wanted to share - again, not my best work but fanfiction makes me so happy. I also don't think I'm considering it a part of my Little Moments collection. Please enjoy this standalone!
Warnings: Suggestive content (I don't write smut, but this is a little more suggestive than my other works)
Disclaimer: I do not own the photo below!
For once - in what felt like months - the newest members of the Levi squad had the day off.
The group of teenagers were gathered around a table in the mess hall, idly chattering amongst themselves and enjoying their free time. As for Eren and Jean…their small talk had turned into one of their ridiculous arguments. This time being over who would end up with a girlfriend before the other.
“As if horseface here would get one before me!” Eren sneered.
“Oh please!” Jean started, “Who’d want to go out with you?”
A few eyes trailed over to Mikasa, who was simply minding her business and eating her lunch. Her face reddened, but she pointedly ignored the looks.
“No one would date you of all people,” Jean continued.
“Hey!” Eren shouted, slamming his hands on the table and standing. Armin yanked him back down.
“Why am I always in the middle of these two,” Armin groaned earning sympathetic looks from Mikasa and Historia. The latter gave him a pat on the hand before turning her attention on Eren and Jean.
“Neither of you will end up with girlfriends if you keep shouting like toddlers!” Historia snapped. Her comment went ignored.
While most of the recruits were used to hearing the pair argue over stupid things, they had started attracting the attention of the higher ranking officers in the room.
Hange and Moblit sauntered up when Jean exclaimed, “I bet even Lieutenant Y/N wouldn’t go out with you!” It was a known fact that Eren, and many other of the young boys sitting at the table, had a small crush on Lieutenant Y/N.
She was arguably one of the kindest and most beautiful people in the Scouts. Everyone worshipped the ground she walked on, wanting nothing more than to be on the receiving end of her praise. Y/N cared deeply for everyone and extended all the help she could to keep her comrades alive.
But you couldn’t count out her skills as a Scout. There was a reason she was Levi’s Lieutenant. Her abilities nearly rivaled Humanity’s Strongest himself.
“Please! Like she would ever be interested in you either,” Eren retorted. Jean’s face contorted in anger, but before they could start again, Hange clapped Eren on the back.
The boy jolted, and everyone at the table had guilty looks on their faces for speaking about their superior so casually.
“I heard my best friend’s name!” They chirped. “What are you kiddos on about now?”
The table shared a sheepish look.
“W-well, Eren and Jean were just arguing about which one of them would get a girlfriend first,” Armin explained.
“Oh, ho, ho!” Hange squealed with delight, earning a defeated sigh from her assistant. “And you think my lovely Y/N would go for you children?”
“I told you!” Jean squawked. “Even Section Commander Hange doesn’t think she’d go out with you!” He waggled a finger in Eren’s face. The latter batted his hand away with a sour look on his face.
“She wouldn’t go out with you either,” Hange said, before the two could start another round. “You’re both teenagers, for one.”
Jean’s jaw dropped, betrayal filling his eyes. Eren and Connie snickered.
“A matter of fact, none of you are her type,” Hange added.
“Neither are you, Moblit,” they stuck a finger out behind them in his face, silencing him. The older boy just blushed. In all honesty, most of the Survey Corps had a thing for her.
“So what’s her type then?” Connie asked.
Hange thought about it for a minute, and tilted their head. “I honestly don’t know.”
“Isn’t she your best friend?” Sasha asked, mid-bite.
“Yeah,” Historia chimed in, “Don’t best friends normally talk about this type of stuff with each other?”
“We don’t normally discuss our love lives. Well, she doesn’t at least,” the older Scout shrugged.
“She’s pretty secretive about it. I mean she could’ve told Levi. They’re pretty close, and he’s good at keeping his mouth shut,” Hange rambled.
An idea popped into their head.
“Maybe Levi knows!” The scientist hopped up from her seat, as though none of them had just heard them theorizing about it.
The group looked around in confusion. “Why would the Captain know?” Mikasa asked. “He’s more private than she is.”
Hange ignored her, and declared, “We’re going on a field trip kids!” before tearing out of the mess hall, trailed by Moblit.
They looked around at each other, shrugged, and then shuffled out after them.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Armin muttered to Eren, as they rounded the hall to the private quarters.
“Please,” Jean cut in, “He’s probably just doing paperwork. Man never takes a day off.”
When they arrived in front of his office door, everything happened in slow motion.
Without knocking, Hange burst into the office followed by everyone shoving their way inside at the same time.
“Leviiiiiiiiii—” Hange started, before their jaw - and everyone else’s - dropped to the floor.
Y/N was propped up on the desk with her top pulled down dangerously low, revealing the tops of her breasts. Levi’s mouth hovered over her collarbone.
The pair, in a very compromising position, froze.
Levi’s eyes widened just a fraction, anger slowly beginning to simmer beneath his stormy grey irises. Y/N’s face flushed a deep scarlet.
In an attempt to shield her body from their view, Levi tried to shove her behind him, but resulted in pushing her off the desk and onto the floor by accident. Y/N let out a quiet oomph and tugged her shirt back up, averting her eyes from the gawking crowd.
In a split second, the awkward silence was broken by everyone stammering over one another.
Armin and Moblit blushed furiously, both stuttering hurried “sorry’s” and trying to leave the room.
Mikasa, Historia, and Sasha blinked and scrambled out. Hange’s eyes were still bulging out of their head. And Jean, Eren, and Connie stood there gaping, wide eyes bouncing back and forth between Levi and Y/N. They had never seen that much skin on her before.
“Get. Out,” Levi growled.
Hange continued to gape for a heartbeat before springing into action, ushering the three boys back through the door.
“Question answered!” The scientist laughed nervously, shoving them harder. “We’ll be discussing this new development later!” she threw over her shoulder at Y/N before promptly slamming the door shut.
Levi and Y/N sat there in bewilderment for a split second. The Lieutenant huffed out a laugh.
“You didn’t have to shove me off the desk,” she sighed, running a hand through her hair and standing up.
Levi was still glaring at the door.
“It’s fine. They were bound to find out eventually,” Y/N shrugged, moving to sit on the little couch.
“Those damn brats. The one day off.”
“I’m sorry I pushed you on the floor,” Levi added, finally crossing the space to sit next to her. “It’s okay,” she beamed at him, resting a hand on his cheek. Y/N leaned in again, and soon enough the whole ordeal was forgotten.
In the hall, Eren, Jean, and Connie were still staring at the door.
Armin just sighed and looked to Hange who also still didn’t seem to know what to do, “I told you this was a bad idea.”
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I have a few Gojo drafts sitting around as well! Let me know if you'd like for any of those to be added to the queue!
100 day art challenge masterlist | Levi Ackerman
part I (day 1-50) | part II
Drawing the same character for 100 days! Prob just gonna be sketches bc I'm busy, but I might work more on some of them later, like, colour them and such:))
✰ Day 1: The Levi Kabedon (NSFW)
✰ Day 2: Surgeon Levi
✰ Day 3: iykyk
✰ Day4: uhm... (NSFW)
✰ Day 5: it's not what you think it is (NSFW)
✰ Day 6: Levi loosening his cravat, but it's a tie
✰ Day 7: A wet Levi
✰ Day 8: Levi from "As The Spark Dies" by wellitcouldbeworse3 on ao3
✰ Day 9: after
✰ Day 10: I want Levi to kiss me like this
✰ Day 11: yandere Levi
✰ Day 12: I'm sexy and I know it*
✰ Day 13: Humanity's Best P*ssy Eater (NSFW)
✰ Day 14: Levi’s Cake (NSFW)
✰ Day 15: Two fingers are all I need to get the job done (NSFW)
✰ Day 16: When you just want to draw Levi shirtless and it spirals into this... (NSFW)
✰ Day 17: Levi shaving😩
✰ Day 18: Titan Shifter Levi
✰ Day 19: not me wanting to sketch his crotch*
✰ Day 20: sleepy heichou part 1
✰ Day 21: would you dare pull his hair?
✰ Day 22: underground Levi*
✰ Day 23: this frame always breaks my heart*
✰ Day 24: long day (NSFW)
✰ Day 25: tattoos & piercings
✰ Day 26: smirk (NSFW)
✰ Day 27: KENNYYYYYYY!!!
✰ Day 28: tea for your thoughts
✰ Day 29: Maid Levi
✰ Day 30: on wheels*
✰ Day 31: clean freak
✰ Day 32: drama queen
✰ Day 33: bliss (NSFW)
✰ Day 34: sleepy heichou part 2
✰ Day 35: shock
✰ Day 36: chair part 1*
✰ Day 37: push-up*
✰ Day 38: ODM
✰ Day 39: Fallen Angel (NSFW)*
✰ Day 40: morning sunshine
✰ Day 41: smile!!*
✰ Day 42: Savagery
✰ Day 43: The Veterans
✰ Day 44: sore (NSFW)
✰ Day 45: morning fluff (comic) (NSFW)*
✰ Day 46: against the wall (NSFW)*
✰ Day 47: reaching for sunlight
✰ Day 48: sweat pants (NSFW)*
✰ Dy 49: tongue
✰ Day 50: the world’s hottest striker
*my personal faves🫶
AO3 LINK TO UNCENSORED VERSIONS (still in the process of uploading)
@bumblebeeonthistle – I do not give permission to steal, plagiarise, or feed my work to AI.
when everyone knows you're Levi's – everyone except you...
Kenny has known since you were both kids. Just two brats he'd taken under his wing in the Underground (why he'd done that, he still doesn't even know himself). Kenny knew you were Levi's when he saw the way the runt would always stay close, moving when you moved as if some invisible string were tying you together. Levi would always make sure you ate first, that you were always warm, always safe. It was also during that time when Kenny realised that, even with his own shit influence, the runt would turn out alright.
Isabel and Furlan have known since before Levi knew himself. They noticed the way that, in a room full of people, Levi's eyes would always seek you first. When you spoke, he'd listen with an intensity so unlike the usual disinterest he showed towards most other people. When you were separated for some reason – maybe, you were with another team during a heist, or just out for an errand – Levi's shoulders were tense, he was snappy, on edge, and overall unpleasant to be around. But it only lasted until he saw you again, safe.
Mike has known from the moment he saw Levi's eyes widen with pure terror when you'd been held at knife-point. It was that day when the Scouts had finally caught Levi's infamous gang in the Underground. It was almost comical how fast Levi dropped his dagger and let himself get dragged to his knees, then shoved right into a puddle of sewer filth. Especially now, when Mike knows how much that guy hates filth, he marvels at how Levi didn't even seem to notice it – no, his attention was solely focused on you, and first when the immediate threat to your life had been removed had he looked at Erwin.
Erwin and Hange learned that you were Levi's shortly after you both joined the Scouts. You were always seen together – during training, meals, and every other time of the day. They noticed that, unlike with others, Levi was always patient with you. He'd spar with you, even though he was much better at it than you were (you were still remarkably good, it was just that no one was as good as Levi), and he'd show you a move again and again and again just so you could learn it, never raising his voice at you and always answering your questions. And he didn't express even the tiniest hint of annoyance during those moments – only a softness in his eyes they would've described as adoration, if that word wasn't so strange when associated with Levi.
The Levi Squad also quickly learned that you were his. At first, they'd thought that the rumours about Levi being an aloof asshole were wrong. How could he be, with the way he acted around you – talking more than they'd ever heard him talk before, smiling like it was natural to him, letting you hold his hand, hug him, and kiss his cheek as if the two of you were a happily married couple. However, it didn't take long for them to realise that he was every bit as grumpy as rumours had claimed him to be – not quite an asshole, but still blunt and private. That is, to everyone but you.
The revelation had spurred Petra to casually ask how long you and Levi had been together. To their surprise, Levi had fallen very silent, while you spluttered and waved your hands frantically in front of yourself. "No no, I promise it's not like that! We've just known each other since we were kids!"
Petra was sceptical, Oluo confused, and Eld and Gunther exchanged looks. Later, they asked Hange about it, but they'd just pinched the bridge of their nose, mumbling something along the lines of, "If that idiot doesn't tell them soon, I'm going to ask them out myself. That should get him going."
But after that day, you notice that Levi suddenly starts acting strange around you for some reason. He'll get very still every time you hug him or get too close, something he's never done before. When you ask him about it, he doesn't say anything at first, so you ask if you did something wrong.
That seems to catch his attention, and he immediately pulls you close. "Don't be an idiot. It's not you, it's me."
You laugh a little at that. "You know, it sounds like you're breaking up with me when you put it like that." You say it as a joke of course, but it seems like Levi is taking your statement very serious.
"To break up, you have to be together first, you know."
"Right. But you never really saw me like that," you muse, looking away and trying to sound like you don't care when, really, your heart hurts just thinking about it
Again, Levi doesn't say anything, so you look at him again – only to find him staring at you as if you've suddenly grown an extra head.
"Huh? Was it something I said?"
He groans loudly. "You really are an idiot." Then, he flicks your forehead. "I always liked you, dumbass. It used to drive me mad – no, scratch that, it does drive me mad. You drive me mad, but in the best fucking way."
Your eyes light up. "Really?"
"Don't make me say it again."
"Does that mean I can kiss you?"
Levi blinks in surprise, his lips parting. Then, he quickly snaps his mouth shut, only for it to spread into a smirk a split second later. "I'd be pretty fucking stupid to say no to that, wouldn't I?"
You agree wholeheartedly, right before leaning in to kiss Levi. Right on the mouth.
I've decided I want to resurrect this fic and actually finish it. Essentially this is my take on a thought I had once of 'How would Levi react if he was suddenly transported into current day?' and the story just kind of blossomed from there. Enjoy!
tags: fem!reader, reverse isekai, modern au
Chapter One
It’s just after midnight when you make it to the metro platform.
The descent underground is quiet. Below the bustling city streets, you go through the process of boarding a train back home in a bit of a mindless daze, having done this cycle of late night shifts at the hospital countless times before.
The carriage is empty when you walk on board, silent except for the pneumatic hiss of the doors that slide closed behind you. You fall into the nearest seat with a heavy sigh.
It’s the first time in thirteen hours you’ve really been able to get off your feet.
Working four 12 hour days can be tiring, but it’s worth it most of the time for the following four days off that you’re able to get. Four days off of freedom—which usually means catching up on errands. Laundry, getting groceries, and cleaning.
It’s just you now, so things tend to pile up much more quickly.
As you feel the rumble of movement beneath you, the momentum causing you to sway a little in your seat, you stare unblinking at the opposite window. Flashes of advertisements and thick concrete tunnel walls speed by in a blur, and you allow your mind to wander.
Maybe you could go to that new cafe in the morning that opened up on College Street. It’s been a while since you’ve taken a moment just for yourself. Or maybe you could take a book to the park after cleaning your apartment. The weather was supposed to be nice, and that used to be your favorite thing to do before…
The train slows to a stop before you continue down that line of thinking. With a droning chime, the doors open to signal would-be passengers to either depart or climb aboard.
A pleasant female voice erupts from the intercom system. “This is Freedom Park Station. Please stand clear of the doors.”
It’s not unheard of for others to be out so late, particularly on a Friday night, so to see a man walk aboard doesn’t immediately surprise you.
What does cause you to do a double take is the state of him.
The first thing you see is the insignia of the wings of freedom, a symbol you immediately recognize on the back of the green cloak covering his upper half from one of your favorite shows, Attack on Titan.
The second thing you notice is that he’s soaked.
That’s odd. You don’t remember it raining earlier in the day, but there could have been a brief downpour in another part of the city. But he’s clearly coming from an anime convention. Those were usually held at the convention center downtown.
The man heavily slumps forward against the railing. His back is turned toward you, but you watch him thoughtfully, admiring the impressive handiwork of his costume. From under the cloak, you see the intricately wrapped belts of the omni-directional gear, as well as the boxes along his thighs that are used in the show to store blades. When you see a reflection of an advertisement briefly glimmer off of the surface, you realize that they’re actually metal.
Those must be heavy. Did he make them himself?
The train begins to move again and your thoughts are stopped short when the man stumbles, nearly falling. That’s when he turns and you notice the blood.
His face is covered in it.
You’re on your feet before you even realize it. “Excuse me.”
He turns at the sound of your voice and you see the source: a rough cut just above his right eyebrow.
The man sways unsteadily on his feet against the movement of the train. The look he gives you is immediately distrusting, but he doesn’t back away.
You stop a few feet from him. “Sir, are you okay?” When his eyes narrow, you point to the badge pinned to your work scrubs. “I’m a nurse, see?”
You wait as his eyes study your hospital badge for a moment.
“Where the hell am I?”
Okay, that’s potentially a cause for concern. “Uh.” You try to remember what stop he got on from. “Freedom Park.” The look on his face doesn’t resemble recognition. “You’re not from around here?”
For a moment, he seems to think. “No.”
There’s a sharp jolt from the train car and you both sway a little, him more than you.
You gesture to the empty seat next to him. “Here. You should probably sit down.”
He doesn’t argue as he takes it.
Looking him over, you consider your options. It isn’t too late to take him back to the hospital, but you don’t exactly want to after spending the entire day there already. From the looks of it, it doesn’t look like he’ll need stitches, but it doesn’t feel right to leave him alone in the state he’s in either.
“Can you tell me what happened?” you ask.
The man looks around for a moment. The look on his face turns apprehensive. “I don’t remember. There was a flash… and then I just woke up here.”
You raise your brows. Something about the way he says it feels like he isn’t being completely honest, but you suppose the bleeding itself is a more pressing concern right now anyway.
“Okay,” you say. “Well, that cut doesn’t look too deep, but you should get it cleaned.” You pause for a moment, debating. “My apartment is at the next stop.”
You had meant it as a suggestion, but the man doesn’t seem to follow.
“I can look at it for you,” you add. “Maybe help you find wherever you were supposed to stay.”
He seems to consider it for a long moment, looking from you to around the empty train car and then back to your badge.
“Alright,” he says as the train begins to slow. When it comes to a stop and the doors open with their loud hydraulic hiss, he follows you back out onto the platform.
It’s quiet for most of the walk back. You go through the motions of exiting the station—swiping your pass and leading the way up the winding corridors to street level while the man follows, watching your movements and your surroundings with a puzzled sort of awe.
It isn’t until you’re pulling out the keys to your place before you turn to him again.
“So, what’s your name?”
He gives you a subdued look. “Levi.”
You smile.
“No, really…” you press, looking over his clothes again. It’s obvious that’s what he’s going for now that you see him up close—the scout uniform and his undercut. Come to think of it, he has Levi’s frame as well. And his eyes.
It’s a damn good cosplay actually. If Levi Ackerman were to magically come out of the television screen as a flesh and blood person, he’d look exactly like this guy.
But judging by his expression and the complete lack of response, he isn’t interested in giving you any sort of real information.
You turn then, your smile dropping, and lead the way into the apartment building. “O-kay.”
It’s possible, you guess, that his name really is Levi. Just a very bizarre coincidence that he happens to look and act exactly like your favorite character from an anime and also likes the anime as well. There are billions of people in the world though. Stranger things happen all the time.
Reluctant to piss him off further, the rest of the walk up to the second floor is done in more silence. You unlock your front door and lead the way inside, smiling when you hear the telltale trill of your cat greeting you at the door.
“Hello, Luna,” you greet, bending down to run your hand between the shorthair’s ears. She pushes herself up into your hand a little further with a chirp.
Still at the door, the man—Levi—watches.
“Luna?” he asks in a flat tone.
You straighten back up, noting his hesitancy to walk forward. “You’re not allergic, are you?” That would be some cosmic bad luck on his part to deal with a head wound and an allergic reaction in one night.
But thankfully, he shakes his head.
“Don’t worry about her, she’s affectionate but she’s harmless,” you say, sidestepping around your cat to walk further into your living room. When Levi joins you, you gesture to the sofa. “Have a seat there. I’ll be right back with some supplies.”
You don’t wait around to see if he does what you say, instead dipping down the hall toward a small office. It’s mostly just a place for all of your trinkets—a desk filled with a few figures and a computer. Some bookshelves line the walls, collecting dust. It’s been months since you’ve picked up a good book or did much of anything in this room, really. But you know exactly where to look for the supply kits you’ve managed to stock up on from the hospital.
After you find some wound wash, you grab a towel from the bathroom next door and return to the living room.
Levi is there, sitting on the edge of the sofa as if he’s afraid to get comfortable. His gaze keeps jumping around the room, taking in the layout and decor, and his fists rest stiffly on his knees. Luna is next to him, tentatively sniffing at his knuckles with a curious stretch of her neck.
You shoo her away gently and take her place on the sofa. The angle of light allows you to see the source of the drying blood on his face a bit better.
Quietly, you look him over. “How are you feeling?”
He watches as you slip on a pair of gloves. “I’ve had worse.”
You snort lightly and begin to prep the fresh towel with wound wash.
“Do you have stuff like this happen to you often?” you ask, now reaching to press the towel to his face.
At your question, he pulls his one uncovered eye from you, surveying the room again. “Nothing quite like this.”
“What happened?”
Levi is quiet for a moment before he says, “It was nothing. I fell.”
You pause your movements, frowning. “This doesn’t look like the kind of cut you’d get from a fall.”
“Why does it matter?”
Judging by his defensive tone, he knows more than he’s letting on, but you can’t figure out why he isn’t being honest.
But with him already in your apartment, you don’t want to do anything to unnecessarily antagonize him. Even in his current state, he looks strong and capable enough to hurt you.
“Did you have somewhere you were staying?” you ask, changing the subject.
You gently dab the towel down the curve of his jaw and watch the muscle tense beneath your touch.
“No,” he finally says.
“You came all the way here for a convention and didn’t book a hotel?”
“A convention?”
“Yeah,” you nod, gesturing to his clothes. “You’re a scout, right?”
At your words, his expression becomes a bit more relieved. He nods. “Yes. I got onto that... train thing because I hoped it might take me to headquarters.”
You blink as you listen to him. Did he hit his head hard enough for him to think that he is Levi Ackerman?
Maybe you should take him to the hospital anyway just to get him checked out. He seems perfectly lucid otherwise though, if a bit confused.
You reach forward and check his head wound again. Just like you thought, it’s too shallow to need stitches and isn’t bleeding anymore, so that’s a good sign. Maybe it could wait until morning.
“Do you feel sick?” you ask, searching his expression for any lack of focus or disorientation but find none. “Nauseated? Dizzy?”
“Other than the stabbing pain above my eye?” he deadpans, glaring at you. “No. I feel fine.”
You sigh, weighing your options.
You could finish cleaning him up and then send him on his way, but he’s already said he has nowhere to go and he isn’t from the city. But then the other option is letting him stay in your spare bedroom until tomorrow morning, potentially putting yourself into a dangerous situation with a stranger…
This is insane, considering letting a complete stranger stay in your apartment. You’d feel guilty if you just let him go and he got into trouble. At the very least, you could make sure he has somewhere to sleep. You could lock your bedroom door. He looks rough around the edges but he also doesn’t seem particularly interested in you.
You get to your feet and look over his clothes once more. “You can stay here tonight if you’d like. There’s a spare bedroom and a shower down the hall.”
He gives you a distrustful look. “You’re putting a lot of faith in a stranger.”
You raise a brow, trying not to look like you’re worried about the exact same thing. “I guess we both are. But if you have another option, then you’re free to leave.”
That seems to give him pause, and he looks around the room once more.
“Where did you say the shower was?”
“Down the hall, second door on the left,” you tell him. “I’ll get you a towel.”
You dispose quickly of the bloodied towel in your kitchen trash along with your gloves and turn back down the hall again. When you return, Levi is standing awkwardly next to your sofa. He seems to be pointedly ignoring Luna, who is still curiously sniffing him from the armrest.
“These should fit,” you tell him, patting a folded up pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt tucked beneath your arm. “Just leave your things in the bathroom and I’ll make sure your clothes are washed in the morning.”
He takes the items from you with another skeptical glance. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I have to do laundry anyway,” you wave him off. “It’s no trouble.” Quickly, you point at him. “Just don’t scrub at that cut. You’ll just make it bleed again.”
He doesn’t move immediately when you back away to let him pass by, but the promise of a hot shower seems to eventually override whatever keeps him fixed in place. Without another word, he retreats down the hall, right to the second door on the left like you told him.
What a strange man.
It takes fifteen minutes before you hear the shower turn on.
In that time, you busy yourself with finding a spare blanket and a pillow and leave them on the sofa. You tidy up a little next, grabbing leftover drinking glasses off the table and discarded socks that had been pushed under the coffee table. It isn’t much, but you’re left feeling slightly less anxious about the state of your place by the time you’re finished. You like to keep things tidy to begin with, but the place certainly looks lived in right now.
Curious, you sink into a chair and pull out your phone while you’re waiting and click on the search engine, quickly typing in a few keywords to check on any local anime conventions happening in the area.
There are no ongoing events, and the next one isn’t happening until six months from now.
Well, that eliminates your theory. So then what the hell was he doing cosplaying on the street on a random Friday? If he was with someone, he wouldn’t have been wandering around alone and he said he wasn’t staying anywhere in the area.
The thought occurs to you that maybe this is some sort of trap to lure unsuspecting women into vulnerable positions, preying on a person’s compassion. But then, that was very real blood on his face and a very real wound, and he has had ample opportunities to attack and rob you if that was truly what he was after. He might look intimidating, but there’s nothing about him that screams that you’re in any sort of immediate danger either.
Maybe you can get some real answers out of him in the morning when he’s less grumpy.
You’re feeding Luna in the kitchen when Levi reappears.
With silent relief, you note that his wound seems to still be fine. He looks healthier in general after cleaning off, but he also looks… well, even more like Levi Ackerman. It’s kind of uncanny.
“What?”
You jump when you hear his voice. He’s watching you from the living room, looking about as confused as you feel.
Shit, have you been staring? “Nothing.” You sigh and rub at your eyes. It’s been too long of a day to start questioning your sanity. “Are you hungry or anything? I have some leftovers I can heat up really quick.”
“I’m fine.”
He glances at the television on the other side of the room before looking around again, lingering at times on things like the lamps in the corners and over to the open kitchen.
His hands fidget in his lap.
“I’ll be out of here first thing in the morning.”
The sound of his voice surprises you.
“Where are you going to go?”
He shrugs. “I’ll figure it out.”
You chew on the inside of your cheek thoughtfully. He’s a grown man, so it shouldn’t concern you what he does. But his comments about not being from here, and the whole thing about him trying to find ‘headquarters’? You’d feel better knowing there isn’t anything you’ve missed.
“At least let me take you to the hospital to get that cut checked out,” you suggest. “We can go first thing while your clothes are drying.”
He scoffs but the sound is entirely devoid of humor. “I told you I’m fine.”
“So it’ll be a quick visit and you can be on your way in no time,” you reply. “One of the doctors I work with can look you over before his first patient. He won’t mind.”
“Or I could just leave in the middle of the night.”
“I guess.” You shrug. “I wouldn’t be able to stop you, but that’s your choice. My conscience can be clear as long as I’ve offered to help you. I can’t make you take it, but I think it’s a good idea.”
He glares at you from the sofa, but doesn’t reply.
You get the sense that he doesn’t want to be bothered anymore. With the night he’s had, he probably just wants some rest, and you’re more than willing to get some sleep yourself.
Now that the shock of the night has worn off a bit, your body feels heavy as you get to your feet.
Levi stays quiet as you move around the room, shutting off lights and locking your front door.
“The room you’ll be staying in is the last door on the right. I’ll get you up in the morning,” you tell him. This prompts him to get to his feet, following you down the hall with his blanket and pillow. “Get some sleep.”
That earns you little more than a grunt of acknowledgement.
When you get into your room, you make sure to lock the door and find a baseball bat from the depths of your closet to sit by your bed. You’ve always been a light sleeper, so you hope that you’ll be able to hear if he decides to try anything.
You go through your nightly routine and climb into bed, then send off a text before closing your eyes—a message to one of your friends and fellow co-workers at the hospital.
Hey, could you do me a huge favor tomorrow morning? It’ll be quick.
Hopefully, when you wake up, Levi will still be there.
Summary: Giyuu's confused—why everyone is so shocked that you're his wife?
Warnings: fluff, emo Giyuu(kinda), who is also comfused as hell, wife!reader x husband!Giyuu and lots of fluff.
Characters: Giyuu Tomioka
A/N: I loooove this emotionally constipated boi :3.
Giyuu doesn’t understand why people think he’s strange.
He doesn’t talk much, yes—but he speaks when needed.
He doesn’t smile often, but what reason is there to smile when the world is still this full of blood and ash?
He does his work. He follows orders. He returns alive. That should be enough.
And yet—
Every time he walks into the mansion, the other Hashira go quiet.
Sanemi looks away. Shinobu’s lips curve like she’s holding back something. Mitsuri beams and waves like he’s a rare creature who wandered out of the woods.
He doesn’t mind. Not really. He’s used to being misunderstood.
But lately…things have gotten worse.
Because of you.
He first met you years ago.
A small Wisteria Crest house at the foot of a mountain—the air smelled faintly of herbs and tea leaves. You greeted every wounded slayer with the same soft tone, the same careful hands.
You didn’t treat him differently when he came in bleeding and silent.
You didn’t ask him why he never talked.
You just said, “Welcome home. Sit, please.”
He remembered those words more than he should have.
Now you’re his wife. Quietly. Secretly. A simple ceremony witnessed by Ubuyashiki-sama himself. No fanfare, no announcement.
Just you, smiling under the wisteria trees.
He still doesn’t understand why you agreed to it.
Sometimes, when he watches you brew tea, your sleeves brushing against the wooden counter, your face looking soo calm, kind—even pretty, he thinks maybe he doesn’t need to understand.
The first time it almost comes out is stupid.
You send him off with a small bento box—rice shaped like tiny fish, wrapped neatly in cloth.
He doesn’t notice Shinobu’s sharp gaze when he sets it beside him at the mansion during the meeting.
“Cute lunch, Tomioka-san,” she says, that poison-sweet smile of hers in place. “Did one of the Kakushi make that for you?”
“No,” he answers plainly.
“...Oh?”
He doesn’t elaborate.
Shinobu’s smile tightens. Mitsuri leans forward, curious. “Then who made it, Giyuu-san? It’s so cute!”
He looks down at the fish-shaped rice ball. He can still hear your voice that morning—‘Don’t skip meals again, alright?’ which forced his heart to flutter.
He simply says, “Someone.”
They don’t let him live it down for days.
Sometimes, after missions, Giyuu goes to the Wisteria House—your house, the one you choose to live in.
It’s quiet there—a peaceful one, not like the depressing one his estate is swallowed by. He leaves his blade by the door and sits where you tell him to.
You wrap his wounds with steady hands, humming softly. Sometimes he talks—only to you. Sometimes you tease him gently for his serious face, and he blinks at you, confused at how you can make something inside him unclench so easily.
When you smile, the corners of his mouth twitch upward before he even realizes it.
The next day, when Tanjiro spots him smiling faintly to himself, the boy looks alarmed.
“Giyuu-san, are you okay? Did something good happen?”
“...No,” he says.
He doesn’t understand why Tanjiro looks even more concerned.
One afternoon, you deliver some herbs to the Butterfly Estate. You greet the girls there with polite warmth—and when you pass Shinobu, you bow respectfully.
She almost doesn’t recognize you until you turn—and Giyuu is standing right behind you, carrying your basket without a word.
“He insisted on carrying it. I told him it’s fine.”
Shinobu stares between you both, her brow lifting, mouth curling into something dangerously amused.
“Oh? How gentlemanly of you, Tomioka-san.”
He doesn’t see what’s funny about it. He’s your husband. Of course he’d carry the basket.
Later that evening, Mitsuri corners him outside.
“Giyuu-san!” she gushes. “Who’s that lovely woman? The Wisteria one? You two looked so sweet together!”
He blinks at her. “…She’s my wife.”
Mitsuri freezes.
“…Your…what?”
“Wife,” he repeats.
Her scream echoes through the estate.
By the next day, everyone knows.
Sanemi storms into the training yard like a thundercloud. “You’re married? How the hell did that happen?”
“I asked,” Giyuu says.
“You—” Sanemi chokes on air. “And she said yes, TO YOU ?”
He nods.
Shinobu looks like she’s seconds away from fainting from suppressed laughter. “Tomioka-san, I must admit, this is rather...shocking news.”
Mitsuri’s the only one genuinely happy. She hugs you the next time she sees you and gushes about how cute the two of you are together.
Tanjiro, meanwhile, nearly bows himself into the ground when he realizes you’re his superior’s wife.
“Giyuu-san! I didn’t know! Congratulations!”
Giyuu just blinks. “It wasn’t a secret. I just didn’t say it.”
“...That’s the definition of a secret, Giyuu-san.”
He still doesn’t get it.
That night, back home, the world is quiet again.
You’re sitting outside beneath the wisteria vines, a book in your lap. The evening wind moves gently through your hair.
He joins you, sitting beside you with his sword laid down beside him. For a while, there’s only the sound of crickets and your soft humming.
Then you glance up at him.
“So…they know now?”
He nods once.
“And?”
“They were…loud.”
You laugh softly—a heart melting one, tilting your head toward him. “Did they tease you?”
He looks at you—at your calm, gentle eyes, the small smile tugging at your lips—and lets out a slow breath in weariness and to calm his raging heart.
“Yes.”
You reach over, brushing his sleeve lightly. “You’ll survive.”
He doesn’t say it, but when you rest your head on his shoulder and the wisteria petals fall around you both, he thinks this—this quiet, ordinary peace—is something he will fight to survive for.
He still doesn’t understand people very well.
But he understands the way your laughter feels like sunlight.
He understands how the scent of tea and wisteria means home.
And he understands that when everyone else talks too loudly, the quiet between your breaths is where he finds peace.
So maybe it doesn’t matter if no one understands him.
Because you do.
And that’s more than enough.
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