Mar 27, 2025
(y/n): "Levi and I-"
Erwin: "Are dating?"
Miche: "Are married?
Hange: "Are fucking?"
Levi: "Finished our patrol. What the fuck is wrong with you people?"
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(y/n): "Levi and I-"
Erwin: "Are dating?"
Miche: "Are married?
Hange: "Are fucking?"
Levi: "Finished our patrol. What the fuck is wrong with you people?"
Levi Ackerman x Reader
Part 2 of this since some people asked for it
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The strange thing about Levi Ackerman falling in love is that absolutely nothing changes.
At least on the surface.
He doesn’t become softer, doesn’t suddenly smile, doesn’t start complimenting you.
If anything, he becomes even more insufferable.
The squad immediately notices something is different.
Not obvious, just different.
Levi’s eyes follow you during briefings.
You somehow end up assigned to his side more often.
The captain who hated unnecessary conversation now occasionally asks you questions that have nothing to do with missions.
Small things like what book you’re reading, why you’re limping, if your shoulder still botheres you.
Tiny questions.
Tiny concerns.
Tiny cracks.
Nobody misses them.
Especially not Hange.
Meanwhile, you’re having your own problem.
Because somehow Levi keeps showing up.
You wake up early? He’s already cleaning. You stay up late? He’s still working. You go to train? He’s there too. You visit the stables? There he is.
It had gotten to the point you were convinced he was following you.
Then one evening you’re sitting alone outside headquarters.
The sun is setting.
The air is cool.
Peaceful.
For once.
You hear footsteps.
Without looking up, you already know who it is.
“Captain.”
Levi sits beside you.
Neither of you speak.
Five minutes pass, ten, fifteen, and somehow it’s not awkward.
Eventually Levi speaks.
“You don’t have to call me Captain when we’re alone.”
Slowly turn toward him.
“…What?”
He immediately looks annoyed.
“As long as we’re not on duty.”
You stare, not sure what to say. Because somehow this feels oddly significant.
Much more significant than it should.
“Then what am I supposed to call you?”
“Levi.”
The name sounds strange coming from him.
Like something private.
Something reserved.
You try it.
“Levi.”
Something unreadable flashes across his face.
Gone almost immediately.
But you see it.
And for some reason your heart stumbles.
After that, things become worse.
Or better.
You aren’t sure.
You start seeking him out.
Not intentionally.
At first.
You find yourself lingering after meetings.
Walking slower when he’s nearby, looking for him across crowded rooms, waiting for his sarcastic comments.
The problem is neither of you says anything.
Months pass.
Nothing happens but so does everything.
You learn his habits.
He learns yours.
He knows when you’re upset before anyone else. You know when he’s exhausted even when he’s pretending otherwise.
He starts saving a cup of tea whenever he thinks you’ll be working late.
Never mentions it.
Just leaves it there.
You start fixing paperwork mistakes before he finds them.
Never mention it.
Just do it.
The two of you become a partnership without ever discussing it.
One night an expedition returns badly.
Too many casualties.
Too many funerals.
Too many empty beds.
The entire headquarters feels heavy.
You can’t sleep.
So you end up outside, staring up at the stars trying not to think.
Footsteps.
Again.
Always him.
Levi sits beside you.
No questions.
No lectures.
No empty reassurances.
Just presence.
Minutes pass.
Then quietly—“I hate this.”
You don’t specify what.
You don’t need to.
Levi stares at the sky.
“Yeah.”
The word is barely audible.
But somehow it means more than any speech could.
Because Levi never admits weakness.
Never.
Yet here he is, sharing it with you.
You realize then that he trusts you.
Completely.
And the realization steals your breath.
You look over.
He’s already looking at you.
For a moment neither of you move.
Neither of you speak.
The world feels strangely small.
Just the two of you.
The stars.
The silence.
Then Levi looks away first.
And the moment breaks.
But neither of you forget it.
A few weeks later, things finally go wrong.
You get injured.
Not badly.
But enough.
Enough to scare him.
A Titan grabs your leg during an expedition.
You escape, you survive.
Everything is fine.
Except Levi witnesses the entire thing.
The second you’re safely back behind the walls, he rounds on you.
“You call that being careful?”
“What?”
“You nearly got yourself killed.”
“I was fine.”
“You weren’t.”
“I am now.”
“You—”
He stops, jaw clenched
The anger doesn’t make sense.
Not this much.
Not for a minor injury.
And suddenly you understand.
“Levi.”
The anger vanishes instantly.
He knows you’ve figured it out.
“You scared me.”
The words seem dragged out of him reluctantly.
Your heart nearly stops.
Because doesn’t say things like that.
Not unless he means them.
And he never says things he doesn’t mean.
After that, there’s nowhere left to hide.
It’s late, again.
At this point, neither of you question why you’re still awake together after everyone else has gone to bed.
The reports are finished.
The office is quiet.
Neither of you have left.
You sit across from Levi, absentmindedly turning a pen between your fingers.
Outside, the headquarters is silent.
Peaceful for once.
“You should get some sleep.”
You glance up.
“You’re one to talk.”
Levi clicks his tongue.
A few months ago that would’ve been the end of the conversation.
Now the silence settles comfortably.
Neither of you rush to fill it.
You study him for a moment.
The dark circles under his eyes.
The way exhaustion sits in his shoulders.
The slight crease between his brows.
He’s tired.
He always is.
“You know,” you say quietly, “you’re allowed to let other people handle things sometimes.”
Levi snorts.
“That’s a terrible idea.”
“Not everyone is incompetent.”
“Most people are.”
You roll your eyes.
And for some reason, Levi’s gaze lingers.
Just for a second longer than normal.
Your smile fades.
Not because you’re uncomfortable.
Because suddenly the room feels smaller.
Quieter.
Levi notices it too.
You can tell.
The air changes.
Subtle.
But undeniable.
Neither of you look away.
For months you’ve danced around this.
For months you’ve pretended those moments meant nothing.
The late-night conversations, the concern, the way he always looked for you after expeditions, the way you’d find yourself searching for him in every room.
Levi exhales slowly.
Then he stands.
You expect him to leave.
Instead, he stops beside your chair.
Your heart immediately starts acting ridiculous.
“Levi?”
He looks down at you, his expression unreadable.
For a moment, it seems like he’s about to say something.
Levi leans down.
And kisses you.
It’s not dramatic, not rushed, just certain.
Like a decision he’d already made weeks ago.
Maybe months ago.
His hand shifts to the side of your face, careful and slightly hesitant.
The way he handles things he actually cares about.
When he finally pulls back, the room remains silent.
Then he steps back.
“…Took us long enough.”
You stare at him before laughing.
Levi immediately looks irritated.
Which somehow makes it even better.
“You say that like this wasn’t entirely your fault.”
“Tch.”
Not a denial.
And somehow, that’s even more satisfying.
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After Credits. Janitor Levi Ackerman x Fem Reader Smut, 18+
Summary: Every Friday night, she escapes the stress of her senior year of college by unwinding at the movies. There, she meets Levi, an attractive janitor who isn’t happy with her habit of staying after the credits roll. But after an argument, their tension snaps, and she discovers that cleaning isn’t the only thing he’s good at.
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She had found herself at the cinema again. As a senior in uni, the stress of her final year was overwhelming, and Friday nights had become her personal tradition, the one time she could disconnect from the pressures of university life. It was her thing. Taking a break from her hectic schedule to enjoy the quiet solitude that only a cinema could offer. As an undergrad, she didn’t have much time to go out, but movies… movies were her escape.
She had started visiting the local cinema more often, choosing films based on what seemed interesting at the time, usually romance. She usually took the very last showings of the night, when the cinema was emptier and the darkened theater felt like her own little world.
Tonight was no different. She’d picked a romantic movie, nothing too special, but it had kept her entertained. The movie ended, the credits rolled, and the theater started emptying. People got up and left, chatting with friends or heading out, but she stayed in her seat, like always.
She had a habit of waiting until the very end. Some movies, especially the ones that were a little more mainstream, sometimes had extra scenes after the credits. She didn’t want to miss that, so she stayed seated, finishing off the last of her popcorn and waiting for any hidden surprises.
When the last of the people walked out, the theater went quiet. She looked around at the empty seats, then turned back to the screen. The soundtrack music from the movie, as the credits rolled, was the only sound. She was alone now, but she didn’t mind. This was her moment of peace.
That’s when she saw him.
A familiar figure appeared at the theater entrance. A man in his thirties carrying a broom, with a cart full of cleaning supplies beside him.
She knew him by now, if only in passing. She’d always be the last to leave, lingering for after-credit scenes, and he was always the one waiting, clearly annoyed by her habit. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes landing on her before he rolled them with his usual annoyance.
She was caught off guard but didn’t let it show. She just kept eating her popcorn, ignoring him as he started sweeping up the mess from the theater. He went around picking up trash, moving up the rows.
She had seen him before, but she never paid much attention to him until now. She noticed he was... attractive. His sharp features, the dark hair swept up in an undercut that looked a little too stylish for a janitor, and the slight shadow of dark circles under his eyes like he hadn’t gotten much sleep in a while.
Well, then again, it was past midnight, and he still had to clean up everyone’s mess, so it was understandable.
The light blue uniform stretched over his toned arms, his muscles flexing with each motion. His hands looked strong, veins visible, and she found herself watching him longer than she meant to.
He finished sweeping the lower rows and then headed up the aisle, skipping past a few rows before stopping directly at hers. She stayed seated, but she felt his presence as he walked toward her, stopping right next to her. She looked up at him, confused, wondering what he wanted.
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to ignore him, but it was hard. His eyes remained on her. Her attention instinctively darted back towards the screen, trying to focus on the credits, but every time she glanced back, she found his eyes still fixed on her. His expression was unreadable, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking. She didn’t know what he wanted. Had she done something wrong?
Her eyes caught a small card hanging from around his neck. ‘A name tag’, she realized.
‘Levi Ackerman.’
“You’re still here?” Levi asked, clearly annoyed. His voice was low, a little tired.
She blinked, unsure how to respond to his comment. “Yeah… I’m waiting for the after-credits.”
He glanced shortly at the rolling credits, then back at her, his expression flat. "It's a romance movie. They don't do after-credits for this kind of thing."
She raised an eyebrow as she kept eating her popcorn. “You don’t know that. Maybe they do. Maybe there’s a surprise.”
Levi rolled his eyes before once again glancing at the screen. The credits were almost finished, the final names scrolling by, and she held her breath, hoping for more. But there was nothing. The screen turned off completely.
Her face dropped slightly, feeling a bit disappointed. She had been hoping for something, even though she knew deep down it was unlikely.
“See? No after-credits. Now, get out.”
She frowned, standing up, her hand gripping the bucket of popcorn a little tighter. “Hey, no need to be rude. I just wanted to see if there was something left. After-credits can be just as important as the movie, you know?”
Levi's expression didn’t soften. “You know, it’s Friday night, right? Most people go out and hang out with friends. Not sit here alone waiting for the credits to end.”
She felt her irritation rising. She wasn’t sure why he was being so condescending, but it was getting under her skin. “Maybe I like the quiet,” she shot back.
Levi didn’t seem to care much. He just gave a small shrug. “Whatever. Just take your popcorn and leave. I’ve got another theater to deal with before I can leave.”
She clenched her jaw, annoyed by the way he dismissed her. She didn’t want to leave just because he told her to, but what could she do? She was already standing.
She took the popcorn bucket and walked down the stairs, heading for the exit. Before she left, she turned to glance back at him. He was already back to cleaning, his broom moving over the floor, barely paying her any mind.
She stormed out of the theater, fists tight. His attitude pissed her off. He was a total jerk. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop thinking about his stupidly handsome face.
As the week went on and she attended her lectures, she couldn't shake him from her thoughts. She was angry with herself for not speaking up when he made those rude remarks, but she couldn't deny the way his light blue uniform clung to his muscular frame as he swept the theater. Her mind kept replaying images of him, making it impossible for her to concentrate on the lecture in front of her.
‘He's not even that good looking.’ she repeated, trying to convince herself that he was just another ordinary guy. But that wasn’t entirely true, was it? Every time she tried to brush it off, something about him kept pulling her back. She couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, but it lingered in her mind, pulling her in despite her best efforts to ignore it.
‘Focus. You’re here to learn, not fantasize about some janitor.’ She’d shake her head, but still, the image of him would linger. She’d catch herself daydreaming, completely losing track of the professor’s words as she pictured him.
Levi Ackerman, his name still fresh in her mind.
By the time the next Friday rolled around, she had already decided it was time to escape again.
Her weekly trip to the cinema had become a need. The place where she could leave her distractions behind.
As she walked up to the ticket counter, she glanced at the list of movies showing. She’d seen them all except for one.
It was a romance movie, but not like the ones she usually went for. This one had a big, bold "18+" slapped on it. She’d heard the rumors about this movie. Mostly graphic, erotic scenes.
She hesitated, unsure. She wasn’t typically into movies that were this explicit, but something about the idea of watching it nagged at her. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe she was just looking for something different.
She shrugged, deciding to buy a ticket anyway. ‘One time won’t hurt,’ she thought, not really believing the excuse herself. She bought her popcorn and drink, then made her way towards the theater.
The theater was half empty as usual, and she picked her usual seat in the back row. She preferred it there. The middle rows were always too crowded, and the back gave her the space to settle in without distractions. She popped some popcorn into her mouth and sat down, waiting for the commercials to finish and the movie to start.
The movie wasn’t anything special at first. Just a young couple falling in love, the kind of story that was predictable, but still heartwarming. But as the film went on, it started pushing past what she’d expected, with scenes that felt... different. Graphic. Intimate.
Her face heated up at certain moments. Scenes that felt way too graphic to be on the big screen. She shifted in her seat, trying to keep her focus on the screen, but it was hard. The scenes were almost uncomfortable to watch, not because they were poorly done, but because they felt too real.
She didn’t know if she was more embarrassed by what was happening on screen or the fact that she was watching it by herself.
She couldn’t help but wonder. Would that Levi guy ever watch a movie like this? The thought made her stomach twist. It was strange, but she couldn’t shake the image of him in her mind, now mixing with the images on the screen. ‘God! What am I thinking?’ she scolded herself, trying to shake off the thoughts that were slowly creeping in.
As soon as the movie ended, she made a quick decision. She wasn’t about to stick around for another awkward run-in with Levi. She didn’t need to hear his comments about her watching that type of movie by herself on a Friday night.
Her face was still flushed from the scenes she’d just watched, and the last thing she needed was him making some comment about her choice in media. Besides, she was almost sure there would be no after-credit scenes in this one.
As the credits rolled and the lights turned back on, people started gathering their things and heading towards the exits. She quickly stood up, grabbed her popcorn and drink, and without looking back, hurried down, weaving through the small crowd and skipping a few steps as she went.
Pushing open the door, she stepped into the hallway, her pace quickening as she made her way towards the exit. But as she rounded a corner, her elbow brushed against someone, and in an instant, her drink spilled across her white t-shirt. She cursed under her breath as the cold liquid soaked through the fabric, splashing onto the floor and sending popcorn tumbling everywhere.
“Oh, God, I’m so sorry!” she blurted out, rushing to pick up the fallen paper cup and popcorn bucket. The mess was overwhelming. Most of the drink had already soaked into her shirt, leaving her feeling embarrassed as she frantically tried to clean up.
And then, she looked up. Standing there, watching her, was Levi.
She froze. She was still kneeling on the floor, her cheeks burning. She didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t expected to run into him again. Let alone like this. He looked a little taken aback, his expression unreadable, as he took in the scene. She could feel her face heating up even more, but she didn’t say anything. Her mouth felt dry, and she could feel the awkwardness wrapping around her, suffocating her.
As she stood up, she noticed Levi’s eyes flicker downward for a split second, widening just slightly before he looked away. It was subtle, but she caught it.
Then she realized why. The spilled drink had soaked through her shirt, and under the bright lights, her white t-shirt had turned slightly see-through, leaving little to the imagination.
Her stomach dropped, and her face flushed intensely. She quickly pulled her jacket closed, covering herself as best she could.
“I—I’ll just—uh, sorry,” she mumbled before she quickly turned and headed towards the bathroom.
The bathroom was empty, as expected for this time at night. The cinema was practically deserted by now. She took her jacket off, then pulled off her shirt, trying not to think about the mess she’d just caused, leaving her in just her bra.
She leaned over the sink, trying to scrub away the large stain from the spilled drink. The water splashed around, but the stain didn’t seem to want to go anywhere.
She glanced up, her eyes landing on a small vending machine inside the bathroom, stocked with painkillers, tampons, and condoms. She raised an eyebrow, wondering to herself, ‘Do people actually do it in here?’
As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn’t ignore the redness in her cheeks. Her face was still burning, and she found herself thinking about what had just happened.
‘He probably has to clean it up,’ she thought, her stomach twisting. He was probably furious. She felt guilty, even though she knew it was an accident.
But then, her thoughts shifted once again. ‘Why the hell do I keep thinking about him?!’ she thought frustrated, trying to focus on getting the stain out of her shirt.
Her breath caught as the thought of him mixed with scenes from the movie she’d just watched. It felt like everything was colliding all at once. The way he looked at her, and the intimate scenes she’d just seen on screen. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as her mind wandered, the images of Levi and the movie blending together in her thoughts, with herself somehow caught in the middle.
‘Gosh. What’s wrong with you?’ she scolded herself, gripping the edge of the sink.
The heat between her legs grew more intense as she imagined him standing over her, his strong arms wrapping around her, pulling her close. She pictured the sensation of his lips against her neck, sending shivers down her spine, and his hand slipping under her shirt. She couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to have him inside of her, his thick cock pushing deep inside of her.
Her breath quickened as her fingers instinctively brushed against the dampness of her panties beneath her skirt. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she gently rubbed herself through the thin fabric, her mind still filled with thoughts of Levi. She could almost feel his touch against her body. Her fingers moved in slow circles, sending waves of pleasure through her core.
She leaned against the bathroom counter, her legs trembling slightly as she continued to touch herself. Her free hand gripped the edge of the sink tightly as she increased the pressure and speed of her movements. Soft whimpers echoed in the empty bathroom as she neared her peak.
Suddenly, the sound of voices in the hallway snapped her back to reality. Her eyes flew open as she yanked her hand away, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. What was she doing? This was a public bathroom in a movie theater!
She shook her head, trying to bring herself back to reality. She splashed cold water on her face, hoping it would help clear her mind and wash away the lingering embarrassment and confusion.
After scrubbing the last traces of the drink out of her shirt, she wrung the fabric out as best as she could. The shirt was still damp and a little cold against her skin as she put it back on, but at least it was clean.
She slipped on her jacket and took one last look in the mirror, noticing that while her face was still flushed, but it was nowhere near the tomato-red shade it had been moments before.
She took a deep breath and opened the door of the bathroom, peeking out and glancing around to make sure Levi wasn’t lurking nearby.
Relieved to find the hallway empty, she slipped out and headed towards the exit, hoping to put this entire night behind her. But as she neared the main lobby, she slipped her hand into her jacket pocket, only to feel nothing.
Her phone wasn’t there.
She froze mid-step, her eyes widening as she patted down her other pockets, searching. But it was no use. A sinking feeling hit her as she realized she must have left it back in the theater.
She sighed sharply as she retraced her steps in her mind. Of all nights, why tonight? She brushed her hands over her jacket one last time, then took a deep breath, accepting she’d have to go back and get it.
Swallowing her frustration, she turned around and began the walk back towards the theater room, hoping she could just grab her phone, and get out without another awkward encounter.
She slipped back into the theater, relieved to find it empty. No Levi. Perfect. She hurried up the stairs, heading straight to her seat at the top row, scanning the floor as she approached.
She leaned down, checking under the seat, then behind it, but her phone was nowhere to be found. Frustration started to bubble up just as she heard a voice from below.
“Forgot something?”
She froze, the annoyance hitting her instantly as she recognized that voice. With a sigh, she squinted in irritation and slowly turned around, spotting Levi at the bottom row, holding up her phone between his fingers.
He didn’t even seem annoyed that he’d probably had to clean up her mess just a few minutes ago. He just stood there, as deadpan as ever.
She exhaled sharply, walking down the stairs to meet him. Levi watched her approach, and just as she was close enough, he tossed her phone up.
She caught it with ease, pressing her lips together in a tight, annoyed smile as she raised her eyebrows, holding up the phone in acknowledgment. “Thanks,” she said, turning quickly to leave, hoping this would be the end of it.
But of course, Levi couldn’t resist.
“Interesting choice of film for a Friday night,” he commented dryly.
She stopped in her tracks. Really? She turned back around, rolling her eyes slightly as she tried to think of a response.
“There’s nothing wrong with a girl enjoying… you know… erotica,” she replied, her voice coming out a bit more awkwardly than intended.
She mentally cringed, hating that he was making her explain herself.
“If you say so.” He said unimpressed. "Must be desperate for excitement if that’s what you’re doing by yourself on a Friday night."
Her cheeks burned, but she wasn’t about to let him have the last word this time. “Not everyone watches these movies just for the scenes, you know,” she added defiantly, raising an eyebrow.
Levi paused, then looked at her with a skeptical tilt of his head, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Oh, please. You’re not about to tell me you watched this movie for the plot.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Maybe I did,” she said, though her voice wavered a little, clearly not convincing him.
He scoffed, stepping a bit closer. “Sure. Bet you were on the edge of your seat, real invested in their deep, meaningful conversations, right?”
Her mouth opened, then shut again as she struggled for a comeback. “Some of us appreciate storytelling,” she stuttered with as much dignity as she could muster, though the faint smirk in his eyes told her he wasn’t buying a word of it.
“Right,” he replied, deadpan. “Nothing says quality storytelling like an R-rated romance movie.”
She clenched her jaw slightly, both embarrassed and annoyed. “I just wanted to experiment with something new,” she replied, crossing her arms defensively.
“Could always try meeting real people for that.” He turned away, picking up his broom to continue his work, leaving her feeling even more flustered.
She held her ground, arms crossed, eyeing him with a smirk that dared him to react. “Says the guy who probably hasn’t even been with a woman before.”
Levi paused mid-sweep, a faint chuckle escaping as he glanced at her over his shoulder. But he didn’t get defensive. He looked almost amused. “If that’s what you think,” he replied, the slightest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he returned to his work.
She raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening as she crossed her arms a bit tighter. ‘Oh,’ she thought, her heart beating a little faster.
Most men would get flustered or defensive at comments like that, but him? He just looked back at her, calm and unfazed. Somehow, his confidence only made him more attractive.
She took a step closer, unable to stop herself. She found herself drawn in by the tension building between them. “Really?" she challenged again playfully. “And just how many women have you been with, Mr. Janitor?”
Levi turned fully towards her. His eyes swept over her from head to toe, lingering just a bit longer than necessary before replying, making her pulse quicken.
He set the broom aside and leaned casually against the wall. "Enough to know what I'm doing," he said.
Her pulse quickened, but she refused to back down. She held his stare, stepping even closer. "Is that so?" she murmured.
Levi smirked, noticing how close she stood as he looked at her, her cleavage pressing against his chest. His eyes darkened, a smirk tugging at his lips. “What? You don’t believe me?”
Her heart raced as she met his eyes, a teasing smile pulling at her lips. Her breath quickened, but her eyes remained teasing. She stepped a fraction closer, her fingers sliding slowly up the back of his neck, her fingers into his undercut. She leaned closer, pulling him in just a little, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Maybe I need some…proof.”
Levi’s hand shot out before she could react, his fingers threading through the back of her hair with a harsh grip, yanking her head back. The sudden force caught her off guard, and before she could protest, his lips crashed against hers. Rough, urgent, and without hesitation.
Levi’s other hand gripped her waist as he pulled her closer, his hold tightening. His fingers dug deeper into her hair, pulling her even further into the kiss, the pressure making her breath catch in her throat.
“You want proof?” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and rough. “You’re getting more than that.”
Her pulse quickened as her surroundings came rushing back. She glanced around, remembering they were in a movie theater. A flicker of hesitation crossed her face as she pulled back slightly, just enough to catch her breath.
“What if someone sees us?” she whispered, the thrill of the moment mixing with the risk, making her heart pound harder.
Levi closed the space between them again, his mouth brushing hers as he spoke, “No one will. The place’s closed by now. They lock up after the last show,” he murmured.
Levi's hands slid down to her hips, gripping them firmly. His lips trailed hot kisses along her jawline and down her neck, earning a soft moan from her.
Without warning, Levi's hands moved lower, squeezing her ass possessively. She gasped at the bold move, her body tensing briefly before melting into his touch. His strong fingers kneaded the soft flesh, pulling her even closer against him.
Levi lifted her right leg, hooking it around his waist. The new position pressed their bodies together intimately, and her breath caught as she felt the hard bulge throbbing against her center. Even through layers of clothing, the heat radiating between them was intense. Her breath hitched as Levi ground his hips against her, the friction sending pleasure through her core. His hands gripped her other thigh, lifting her up and pressing her back against the wall.
Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he pinned her there. His mouth found her neck again. He sucked gently on her skin before trailing open-mouthed kisses down to her collarbone. She tilted her head back, giving him better access as soft moans escaped her lips.
“Levi…,” she moaned.
Levi's hands slid under her jacket, his calloused fingers tracing gentle patterns on the bare skin of her back, sending a shiver down her spine. In one swift motion, he slipped the jacket off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered.
She shivered, her heart racing as she felt his warm breath against her skin. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted him, how much she needed him. “I want you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Levi’s smirk lingered as he slowly lowered her back down to the floor, his hands steady on her waist. His breath was hot against her lips before he leaned in again, capturing her mouth in a deeper, more possessive kiss. His tongue brushed softly against hers, drawing her in until she melted against him, her fingers curling into his shirt as the intensity between them grew.
She pulled away from the kiss, her heart racing as she looked up at him. Without a word, she slowly sank to her knees in front of him, her fingers trailing down his chest and abdomen as she went. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, the tension in his muscles as her hands explored.
She reached for his belt. The metal felt cold against her skin as she struggled to unfasten it, overcome with excitement. After a few moments, she finally managed to undo it, the sound of metal clinking.
Her breath quickened as she tugged at his zipper, pulling it down quickly. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants, her knuckles brushing against his lower abdomen before she slowly pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing his hard cock. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of him, thick and fully erect. She glanced up at him through her lashes, her cheeks flushed.
Levi's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her closer. She parted her lips, her tongue teasingly darting out to lick the tip. She heard Levi's sharp intake of breath and felt emboldened. Slowly, she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as she began to bob up and down his erection.
Levi groaned softly, his fingers tightening in her hair. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath.
She hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper. She could feel him hitting the back of her throat as she moved, her tongue swirling around him. Levi's grip on her hair tightened, guiding her movements.
"That's it," he murmured with desire. "Take it all."
She looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes watering slightly. The sight of her lips wrapped around him, her eyes locked on his, sent a jolt of pleasure through Levi's body. He thrust his hips forward, pushing himself further into her mouth.
Her hands gripped his thighs, feeling the muscles tense beneath her fingers. She quickened her pace, her head bobbing faster as she sucked him harder.
Levi's breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving as he neared his peak. "I'm close," he warned, his voice strained.
She locked eyes with him, maintaining eye contact as she took him as deep as she could. Her throat relaxed, allowing him to slide further in. She swallowed around him, the muscles of her throat contracting.
Levi groaned deeply, his hips jerking forward. "Fuck, I'm gonna—"
He didn’t finish his sentence before she felt his hand on the back of her head, drawing her closer. The warm liquid hit the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly, her eyes watering slightly as she took everything he gave her.
As the last pulses lingered, Levi gently pulled out of her mouth. He looked down at her, wiping away the bit of saliva spilling from her mouth with his thumb.
Levi pulled her to her feet, his eyes roaming over her flushed face. Without warning, he spun her around and pushed her against the wall. His hands slid up her thighs, bunching her skirt around her waist.
"Spread your legs," he commanded.
She obeyed, her heart pounding. Levi's fingers traced teasing patterns along her inner thighs, inching higher but not quite touching where she desperately wanted him.
"Please," she whimpered, pressing her hips back against him.
Levi chuckled darkly. "Patience," he murmured, nipping at her earlobe. His fingers finally slipped through her damp panties, sliding between her folds.
She gasped as he began stroking her, his fingers circling her clit before dipping lower to tease her entrance.
"So wet already," Levi murmured in her ear. "Is this what you wanted when you came to watch that movie? To be touched like this?"
She could only whimper in response as Levi slid two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that perfect spot. Her hips bucked against his hand, desperate for more friction.
Levi's other hand slid up to cup her breast through her shirt, beneath her bra, his thumb brushing over her hardened nipple. She arched into his touch, soft moans escaping her lips.
His fingers pumped in and out of her at a steady pace, his thumb circling her clit. The sensation had her trembling against him, her legs shaking as the pleasure built within her core.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as Levi continued to work his fingers inside her. Levi's breath was hot against her neck, his chest pressed firmly against her back as he held her in place.
With a low groan, Levi slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving her whimpering at the loss. But before she could protest, he spun her around to face him, crashing his lips against hers in a desperate kiss.
Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pressed herself against him. Levi's hands roamed her body, one tangling in her hair while the other gripped her hip. His tongue swept into her mouth as their kiss deepened.
Levi forcefully pulled her closer, their tongues tangled in a heated kiss. He pushed her onto one of the front-row seats, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he knelt before her, making sure she couldn't escape his grasp as their lips remained locked in passion.
His hand slid under her shirt, his fingers tracing along her spine as they traveled upward. She shivered, her breath hitching as he found her bra strap, his fingers pausing just briefly before unhooking it with ease. She slid the bra straps down her shoulders and tugged it free, tossing it to the floor beside them.
Levi pulled back, his hands slid under the hem of her shirt, lifting it slowly. The fabric bunched and gathered, rising up just enough to reveal her bare chest, but he stopped before taking it off completely. He paused briefly, admiring the sight before him, and then lowered his head to take one of her nipples between his lips, his tongue gently sucking and circling around it.
Levi’s other hand slid down to her thigh, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties under her skirt. He glanced up at her, a silent question in his eyes. She nodded, breath quickening. With a slight smile, he eased her panties down, sliding them off before spreading her legs open, revealing her pussy to him.
Her heavy breathing filled the air as she felt the cool air brush against her sensitive skin. Levi looked up at her, his eyes filled with lust. He leaned in, his warm breath tickling her skin as he kissed her inner thigh. She shivered, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel his tongue tracing a line up her thigh, closer and closer to her entrance. Her breathing got heavier, her fingers gripping the seat as she felt his tongue brush against her.
His hands gripped her thighs, holding her open as he explored her folds with his tongue. She gasped as Levi's tongue flicked against her clit. He started slow, teasing licks that had her squirming.
"Oh god—," she moaned, her head falling back against the seat.
Levi's tongue circled her clit before dipping lower to tease her entrance. He lapped at her wetness, savoring her taste as her hips bucked against his face.
Her fingers tangled in Levi's hair, tugging lightly as pleasure coursed through her. He groaned against her, the vibrations sending sparks through her core. His tongue plunged inside her, fucking her as his nose rubbed against her clit.
"Ah, Levi," she gasped, her hips grinding against his face as waves of pleasure washed over her. His tongue worked expertly, alternating between long, slow licks and quick flicks against her most sensitive spots.
Levi's body tensed as he watched her gentle whimpers turn into desperate moans. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, and his own arousal was hard to ignore. With each movement and breath, she stirred something within him. His cock throbbed in response, and he struggled to resist the urge to take her right then and there.
Her thighs began to tremble as she felt the tension building within her. Levi sensed her approaching climax and increased his efforts, his tongue circling her clit faster as he slid two fingers inside her. He curled them upwards, stroking that perfect spot inside her as his mouth continued to work on her clit.
"Oh god, I'm gonna—" she cried out, her back arching as her orgasm hit her hard. Her body shook with the intensity of it, waves of pleasure radiating outwards from her core. Levi didn't let up, his fingers and tongue working her through every aftershock until she collapsed.
Her body trembled as the waves of pleasure slowly went down. Levi pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked up at her with dark, hungry eyes. She was still catching her breath, eyes closed, chest rising and falling, when he stood and sat down in the seat beside her.
The distinct sound of a wrapper caught her attention, snapping her eyes open. She turned to see Levi pulling out a condom. He tore it open with his teeth and rolled it onto his already erect cock. A sharp pang of jealousy shot through her as she desperately tried to ignore the thought of him using this same routine with other girls at the movies.
She gasped, caught off guard as Levi suddenly lifted her and pulled her towards him, his hands firm on her waist. In one fluid, swift motion, he had her straddling his lap, her knees resting on either side of his legs, and her chest pressed close against his, her arms instinctively finding their way to the top of his shoulders. The unexpected intimacy left her breathless, her heart pounding as she met his intense stare.
"You sure about this?" Levi asked.
She nodded eagerly as she felt the head of his cock brush against her wet entrance, teasing her. "Yes, please," she breathed.
She gasped as Levi slowly guided her hips down, his thick cock stretching her as he entered her. She gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin as she adjusted to his size. Levi groaned softly, his hands on her waist as he helped her sink down onto him inch by inch.
"Fuck, you're tight," Levi muttered, his voice strained.
She whimpered as she finally took him all the way inside her. She paused for a moment, panting softly as she got used to the feeling of fullness. Levi's hands roamed her body, caressing her sides and back as he waited patiently for her to be ready.
After a few breaths, she began to move, rolling her hips experimentally. She slowly lifted herself, then sank back down onto Levi's cock. She started moving up and down in a gentle rhythm, enjoying every second of the feeling of him stretching and filling her with each thrust. Levi's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as he thrust up to meet her.
"God, you feel amazing," she gasped, her head falling back as pleasure coursed through her.
Levi leaned closer, pressing his face into her bouncing breasts. He kissed a path down her cleavage before taking one into his mouth and sucking eagerly, leaving behind small red marks that would surely be visible later. His hands slid up her back, pulling her closer as their pace quickened.
Her moans grew louder as Levi hit deeper inside her. She clung to him tightly, her nails digging into his back as the pleasure built. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the empty theater, mixing with their heavy breathing and gasps of pleasure.
Levi's hands gripped her ass, guiding her movements as he thrust up into her. He could feel her walls clenching around him, drawing him in deeper with each roll of her hips.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Levi groaned in her ear.
She whimpered in response, her movements becoming more frantic as she chased her release. She moved hard against him, feeling the friction of his cock hitting all the right spots inside her.
Levi sensed her growing desperation and suddenly gripped her hips, stilling her movements. Before she could protest, Levi lifted her off him and spun her around.
"Bend over," he commanded.
Her heart raced as she obeyed, leaning forward and gripping the seat in front of her. She felt exposed and vulnerable in this position, but the thrill of it sent shivers down her spine.
Levi's hands roamed over her ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. He spread her cheeks, exposing her wet pussy to him. She gasped as she felt the head of his cock teasing her entrance once again. Without warning, Levi thrust forward, filling her completely once again.
She gasped at the sudden fullness, her fingers gripping the seat tighter as Levi began to move. He started with slow, deep thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her body, making her gasp loudly.
Levi's hands gripped her hips, steadying her as he lifted her right leg and hooked it over his shoulder, turning her onto her side, as she clung to the backrest of the seat for support. She gasped loudly as Levi slid back inside her, pumping in and out of her in the new angle allowing him to penetrate even deeper than before.
"Ah! Fuck—," she moaned, her voice trembling.
The position left her exposed, her leg held high as Levi's hand roamed her body. His fingers trailed along her inner thigh, teasing the sensitive skin before sliding up to cup her breast. She arched into his touch, her head falling back against his shoulder as pleasure coursed through her.
"Mmmph!” She bit her lower lip hard, trying to restrain her cries of ecstasy. She could feel him hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. Her body trembled, growing weak from the intense pleasure as her back arched and her head leaned against the backrest.
Encouraged by her reaction, Levi angled his hips to hit that spot repeatedly. His thrusts became harder and faster, driving her closer to the edge with each movement. She could feel herself getting close, that familiar tension building in her lower abdomen.
"Oh god, Levi," she gasped, her voice breathy and desperate. "Don't stop. I'm so close."
Levi’s grip on her hip tightened as he continued his relentless pace.
"You want more?" Levi asked with a smirk.
"Yes," she whimpered. "Please, I need more."
Levi's fingers found her clit, tracing circles around it in time with his thrusts. Her body trembled as Levi's fingers focused on her clit. The dual sensations of his cock hitting deep inside her and his fingers on her most sensitive spot quickly pushed her towards the edge. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps as the pressure built.
"Oh god, oh god," she chanted, her voice rising in pitch. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna—"
Her words cut off in a loud cry as her orgasm crashed over her. Her entire body contracting with release, her back arching as the pleasure radiated through her. Her cunt clenched around Levi's cock, drawing him in deeper.
Levi groaned at the feeling of her pulsing around him. He lowered her leg back to the floor before he continued thrusting through her climax, prolonging her pleasure. His movements became more erratic as he neared his own release.
Her body trembled as the aftershocks of her peak rippled through her. Levi's breathing became ragged as he chased his own release. His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her back against him with each thrust.
"Fuck, I'm close," Levi groaned, his voice strained.
She gasped as she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts as she felt him swell inside her. Levi let out a final, deep thrust and buried himself completely as he reached his climax. He let out a deep, raspy moan as he came, his hips jerking against her as he filled the condom.
For a moment, they stayed still, both panting heavily as they came down from their highs. Slowly, Levi’s grip on her relaxed and he slowly pulled out, causing her to whimper softly at the loss. He carefully removed the condom, tying it off and setting it aside to dispose of later.
She sat up properly in her seat, pulling her shirt down and fixing her skirt, just as Levi pulled up his pants before sitting beside her. They both sat quietly, their breathing slowly going back to normal.
She could feel the heat from Levi's body next to hers. Her skin felt warm and damp with sweat.
She ran a hand through her messy hair, trying to smooth it down.
Levi leaned his head back against the seat. She glanced over at him, taking in his profile in the dim light. She felt unsure what to say or do now that the heat of the moment had passed.
After a few moments of silence, Levi turned his head slightly, his expression was unreadable as ever. He looked directly at her eyes and she felt her face heating up, suddenly shy in the aftermath of their encounter.
"So...that happened," she murmured.
Levi exhaled quietly, a faint hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. "Not something you usually do on a Friday night, I assume." His tone was as dry as usual, but there was a hint of warmth underneath.
She laughed awkwardly, shaking her head. "Yeah. Definitely not. This was...unexpected."
"Beats watching those cheesy romance movies alone, doesn't it?"
She rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling."Some of those movies have their charms."
"Sure they do," Levi replied dryly.
They fell into silence again, but it felt more comfortable now. Her mind was racing, trying to process everything that had just happened. Part of her couldn't believe she'd just had sex with the grumpy janitor in an empty movie theater. Another part of her was already wondering if it would happen again.
"What about you? Is this... a regular thing for you?" She asked.
Levi's expression remained neutral. "Fucking strangers in the theater? Can't say it is." He said looking up at the ceiling.
She bit her lip, hesitating before speaking again. "I'm Y/N, by the way… In case you were wondering who you just… you know."
"Levi," he replied, even though she had just moaned his name a few moments ago.
"So..." she started hesitantly. "Do you make a habit of this? Hooking up with girls after hours?"
Levi turned to look at her fully, his expression serious.
"No," Levi said firmly, his eyes locking onto hers. “I don’t. Not really my thing."
Levi’s words hung in the air for a moment before her mind caught up with them. She blinked, trying to process what he had just said. “Wait, really?”
Levi turned his head slightly, his expression blank. “Why would you think otherwise?” he asked.
She bit her lip, feeling a flush creep up her neck. She shifted uncomfortably, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.
“Well… you had a condom,” she murmured, glancing away. “Kinda seemed like you carry those around at work… you know, just in case.”
Levi’s expression remained deadpan. “I don’t carry them for fun. I have to refill those stupid vending machines in the bathrooms,” he said flatly. “It’s just part of the job.”
She blinked, surprised. She hadn’t expected that answer. Her mind raced as the details sank in, and it actually made sense.
“Oh,” she said, a small laugh escaping her. “Well, that’s... practical.”
Levi nodded as though it was the most natural thing in the world. “You’d be surprised how often people go to the bathroom for more than just business,” he added disgusted.
Her cheeks burned, and she couldn’t help but laugh awkwardly. The memory of her rushing into the bathroom just a few minutes ago flooded back “Yeah,” she said awkwardly. “That’s... weird.”
They sat in silence for another moment, the air between them charged with an unfamiliar tension.
Her mind raced, unsure what to do or say next. Part of her wanted to lean in and kiss him again, to see if the spark was still there. Another part felt suddenly self-conscious, hyperaware of her messy appearance and the fact that she had just fucked a man she barely knew.
"So,” Levi said, snapping her out of her thoughts, and breaking the silence. “You got anything else planned for tonight?" he asked, his eyes never leaving her.
She was caught off guard by the question. She hesitated for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts before answering, "Uh...no, not really," she said.
She hadn't expected him to ask her something so casual, especially after everything that had just happened.
Levi’s lips curled into a sly smirk, his eyes filled with intrigue as he leaned in closer. He gently lifted her chin and tilted her head back, causing her to look up at him.
"Good," he said as he ran his thumb down her lip, watching her closely as she trembled under his touch. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
lotus ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. levi x reader
theme : levi's favorite sex position warnings : +18, smut, p!v, m/f orgasm
levi wanted to keep you close.
it was as clear as a day how afraid levi was of losing you. he had lost basically every single person in his life who had been important to him, and now when you were the one he was dedicated to protect and love, he was obsessed of keeping you close to him, no matter where you were or what you were doing.
even if you were often annoyed by the way he didn’t let you out of his sight, there was also positive sides to his antics. the sex.
when you two shared heated nights in the shadows of the hq in your shared bed, he kept you close to him. when he was on top of you, levi held your body with his strong arms, his muscular biceps easily keeping you close to his sweaty skin while in missionary. if levi took you from behind – he always preferred proneboning you. the way your face sunk into the soft fabric of the mattress and the way he was able to keep himself firmly on top of you while thrusting deep inside of you, was nearly addictive for him. he whispered sweet nothings in your ear and kissed your neck while you whimpered against the pillow, and occasionally, he tilted your head back by a strong yank on your damp hair so he was able to hear those sweet moans of yours better.
levi was rough and intense – but in the sweetest way possible.
however, no matter how much comfort pronebone brought to him, there was one position that was above anything else for him. the lotus.
there was many reasons why levi loved the lotus position so much.
first of all, he had always thought that reading people’s facial expressions was the easiest way to tell if someone was angry, happy, sad, lying, what ever. meaning that in this position, he was always able to tell and observe closely how you were feeling. since your faces were so close – almost too close – he always noticed whenever you were overstimulated, tired or just lost in the pleasure he was giving you. your hazed eyes, parted lips, blushed cheeks and the frown between your eyebrows all told him exactly the things he needed to know.
second of all, levi loved the safe feeling you offered him in this position. your perfect, soft legs wrapped around his waist and your beautiful arms around his neck. he felt like he was being held by a goddess herself, as if something ethereal was enveloping him in a blanket of peace. he relished in the way he was allowed to pull you against his chest with his arms wrapped around your bare back or hold you a little further away for a better angle. it was a dance between yours and levi’s body – both of you moving in a rhythm which allowed intense pleasure and satisfaction for you and him.
levi relished in the way your skin felt so hot under his lips as he pressed kisses on your neck ad chest, gently sucking on the softness of your breasts which bounced in his face. he loved to grab you by the hair and pull you close, where your lips found his neck for a change and the sweet moans and whines managed to echo in his ear and make his whole body shiver.
third of all, you cumming in this position was probably levi’s favorite thing ever. he had his arms wrapped around your lower back as you fucked yourself on his cock after levi gave you the permission to make yourself cum on him. his one arm pulled back and started to rub circles on your oversensitive nub of pleasure, releasing louder, more desperate moans from your pretty lips. he held you close with one arm only with no struggle, his hazed and glistened eyes staring your face intently with lust and desperation.
”cum, love, i’ll hold you, cum” he rasped, somehow managing to sound commanding even with his voice absolutely breathless and almost pleading. you held him by the shoulders tighter and rolled your hips with his cock twitching against the sweet sensitive spot inside of you, his thumb on your clit making your pussy clench and hips shiver.
sweat fell down your neck and over your breasts as you threw your head back, moaning his name.
however, you felt a loss of touch on your nub and suddenly felt a tight grip on your hair as he forced your eyes back on his flushed face, that lewd and lustful look on his face making you whimper.
”look at me while you cum” he hissed through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching and eyebrows furrowing desperately in a sign he was about to cum too. levi began to move his hips against yours faster, pumping his cock inside of your pussy as he suddenly grabbed you by the ass with both of his hands. he grasped your flesh there and somehow managed to stay in a sitting position, his chest and abs tightening as they worked.
”l-levi, fuck, you’re so good…” you whined and a single tear fell down your cheek as the overwhelming sensation of pure pleasure finally washed through you. levi absolutely loved the way he was able to hold your body so close to him while you trembled and absolutely got wrecked on top of him, you still being so damn submissive and vulnerable even if he was under you for now.
levi looked how your eyelashes fluttered and how the arch of desperation and need deepened between your eyebrows as you cummed all over his twitching cock, white juices coating his thighs and the lower part of his shaft.
levi soon followed, with his arms wrapping around you again as white ropes of warm cum spilled all over your walls with one, deep thrust. your pussy was still clenching and reacting to the sensation of his pulsing cock, as if it wanted to suck levi dry and not leave a single drop inside of his balls.
and fourth of all, he loved the lotus, because it was so easy for him from that position to just fall on his back and pull you with him under the covers and hold you close for as long as you wanted.
This panel hurts me. Yes, it's part of Levi having abandonment issues, but it also suggests that Levi thinks he is forgettable, and that makes me so sad. He doesn't think of himself as someone who people will remember or put first despite him always putting others before himself.
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Levi doesn't say he cares; he shows it
wc: 1k ⸝⸝
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Levi always points out the little details in everything. Whether he is in a meeting debriefing the last mission or he is passing by you in a hallway, he always tends to catch the finer details.
There was this one time where he almost surpassed his record for how many titans he had killed, and despite that, he still knew about the recently arrived scouts that were having trouble being team players with their respective squadron during that same mission.
“You missed your formation,” Levi says firmly.
The scout visually stiffens. “Sir, I thou-”
“Tch. Disobeying orders for something you ‘thought’ was better is sloppy work.”
So you best believe that every time he sees you, he always notices something different. Of course, everyone can notice if you’ve done something with your hair or perhaps you decided to tweak up your uniform, but when it comes to Levi, he notices details beyond that.
“How was your mission?” he said one day.
If you were being honest, your performance hadn’t been the one you typically display, but all things considered, it didn’t go south. “It was okay.”
Levi stayed quiet for a while, examining your features.
“What?”
He shook his head ever so slightly.
You’ve gotten used to the fact that Levi was a man of few words, but nevertheless, curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to push.
“You’re staring. Something you wanna say?”
“You seem tense.” He furrowed his eyebrows, “You sure nothing happened?”
“Yes.” A straightforward answer, not really your usual response, but who was Levi to judge?
After your not-so-convincing answer, he seemed to drop any suspicions and left on his way.
A few days later, however, after you had finished up your reports for that expedition, he called you to his office. A teapot and some tea cups lay before him next to a small pile of papers.
“Captain Levi.” Your stance, rigid as can be, and almost a second nature to you by now.
Was it fair to say you both were… friends? Hard to say.
Despite the difference in rank, you kept finding each other, having quiet moments with each other that no one else seemed to notice. Maybe it was just pure coincidence, and it wouldn’t have mattered who he was with, but for you, it became something you relied on after hard days.
In the after hours of the cafeteria, you met Levi. You hadn’t noticed him at first— he was just there, staring, watching.
He didn’t threaten to report you; he simply asked you questions. Questions that piqued your curiosity (which had answers that were a bit blunt and unfiltered).
You didn’t know who he was at the time, nor did you know he was humanity’s strongest soldier. And if you’re being honest, he didn’t seem to fit your idea of strongest at first. By the time you realized, you didn’t mind his rank, nor did he make it a big deal in the private conversations you held with him.
And you grew accustomed to him.
Late nights.
Empty tables.
Levi and you.
Conversations that you couldn’t dare to talk about to anyone but Levi.
In other words— no. Levi was no friend of yours. He was… something else.
“Sit.” His voice is softer than expected.
As you did, you thought of a couple of million things you had done in the last few days that would be reason enough to call you into his office, all of which pointed to that mission you were trying your best to keep out of your mind.
Still, you proceed, “Is there anything wrong?”
“You tell me, your performance after this mission–” Levi taps a finger to the stack of papers, “–seems to be declining.”
Right. You are in his office, not in the cafeteria.
This isn’t one of your late night conversations. This is Captain Levi.
You swallow. Your throat feels dry. “If you think I should be moved elsewhere to match my performance levels, by all means, go ahead; I have no objections. I know my actions have not been satisfactory recently, sir.”
His gaze sharpens, “Is that it? You want to be reassigned?”
When you don’t say anything, he clicks his tongue quietly. The stack of papers disappears somewhere in one of his drawers.
You hear him start shuffling around the room, and when you look up, he’s offering you a cup of tea.
“Thanks,” you say almost inaudibly.
Levi doesn’t move from there, just leans back against his desk— never taking his eyes off you.
“You can stop staring, you know I don’t like that.” You meet his eyes as you bring your tea cup up to your lips.
He hums, “So a mission after your comrade gets hurt, and you’re calling it quits here?”
“He lost his fucking arm because of me, Levi.”
“Look at the commander,” he shrugs, “doesn’t seem to be limiting him in anything thus far.”
Your grip around the tea cup tightens, “That’s different.”
“Both lost their arm to a titan,” silence stretching out for far longer than normal.
“I- I don’t feel capable anymore-” your voice cracks slightly at the last word. “I can’t be the person people rely on to save and help them anymore.”
He exhaled through his nose, gathering all of his thoughts for this moment with you. “I’ve had my fair share of bad missions too, you know.”
It seems almost forever before Levi starts again.
“People don't rely on us because they expect us to deliver miracles when we step outside the walls, that’s fucking impossible.”
He crosses his arms and looks at you with a steady gaze, “it’s because we can handle what they can’t— don’t confuse the two.”
“I suppose that is the burden we have to carry,” murmuring as you become lost in your own thoughts.
“Tch. Hey, come here.”
Barely registering that he’s pulled you in, you find the warmth of his body oddly calming; your breathing steadingly without you realizing it.
A small smile tugs at your lips, Levi clearly noticing.
“What a brat.”
wtf i was going for a short one-shot (like 500-700 words) this ended up being 1k words lmao hoped you guys enjoyed it tho :p
The sound of glass shattering startled Levi as he quickly turned around and found his four year old daughter standing there stiffly. Pieces of glass around her. It was his cup of tea that fell from her hands.
In a swift moment Levi took a broom out and started gathering the pieces only to look at his daughter. Tears welled up in her eyes and she was trembling. She knew how much her father hated making a mess. And the shock of the glass falling scared her.
Not wasting a single moment, he quickly took the girl in his arms, understanding the reason of her fear and it broke his heart. “Are you hurt anywhere? Did any of the shards prick your skin?” The little girl said nothing only shook her head as tears started to fall down her cheeks. As if she was trying to say I'm sorry but nothing came out.
Levi wiped her tears and held her close to his chest. The last thing he wanted was for her to fear him. Her trembling figure against his own chest, caused an ache in his chest.
Shards of glasses were no longer on the floor and the little girl and her father enjoyed tea on the sofa. His daughter on his lap, Levi handed her the freshly brewed milk tea, which was mostly milk with a little bit of tea leaves. Her small hands did not reach for the handle of the cup but rather the rim. It was then Levi realized that she wanted to drink tea like him.
She saw her father every morning, drinking tea, cup held by the rim. She knew it was something her father loved and wanted to do the same. That was when the cup fell from her hands and broke.
When Levi was a boy, the cup from his hands once fell because he held it by the handle.
The cup wasn't the only thing that shattered that day when it fell from his own small hands. The shards on the floor reminded little Levi of his own mother and the times they shared having tea together. Loneliness filled his heart as he sat alone and held the cup by the rim for the first time.
A melancholic but soft smile appeared on his face. Eyes softly looking at his little girl, who was a spitting image of him. He gently took her hands and placed them both on either side of the cup. Gentle strokes on her hair from her father as she drank the tea and offered some to him. They quietly shared a single cup of tea.
As new memories brewed with his daughter having tea with him, Levi found solace in the memories of the tea he once had with his mother.