Pairing: Levi Ackerman X female!Reader
Content Warning: fluff, but there is an implied pregnancy at the end, which is why I've marked it as a female!reader, no beta - straight from my head to tumblr.
Summary: Levi remanences about how the two of you met in college.
A/N: I had an idea, and it seemed to be dominating the brain cells today, so I wrote it out. We got all the fun things in this one: Dadvi, college AU, grumpy sunshine.... I may come back and properly edit things later, but I wanted to post this before I thought too much about it. I hope you enjoy!
Levi didn't know when the switch happened - only that it did.
Coming from a broken home, it was hard imagining ever having a family in the future, yet here you were, making faces and playing with your baby girl on the floor, her giggles filling the air, as her twin haphazardly crawled his direction.
The boy looked up at him, eyes so unique and a mirror to his sister's, and let out a firm, "Dada."
"Yes?"
The little boy stretched out his arm and Levi opened his hand, only to have a wet, plastic ball dropped into it. The boy gave him a wide, toothy grin. Levi just raised an eyebrow, but the corner of his lips tilted upward.
Ten years ago, the two of you met by happenstance at a college party he was forced into. You - a small sun that everyone seemed to orbit around as you made your way through the crowd. Everyone seemed to know you, and you them.
Erwin was the one that introduced the two of you. A friend of his from a psych class that semester. You happily introduced yourself, and when you asked for his name all he gave you was a curt, "Levi."
You had, much to his distaste, continued to get to know him as the night wore on. He started even drinking the watered down shit they were claiming was beer just to make it through so that he could finally leave, but you were still there. Asking questions.
"I'm not here to make friends," he finally growled out at you, hoping you would tuck your tail and leave like everyone else.
You just gave him a toothy grin. "Don't worry - I always win over the grumpies with my sunshine!"
He had absolutely no idea what those words meant, and, once regaining his composure, rolled his eyes and left.
Unfortunately for him, you seemed to be everywhere after that.
Not that you noticed him most of the time, but he sure noticed you. You were always talking with someone - always touching them: a shoulder, an arm, a side hug or a full one. It seemed like everyone wanted to be in your presence, and he was the only one fighting the gravitational pull.
It would be his luck that at the new semester you would end up in his physics course and that the last seat available when you came running in was next to him. And when the teacher announced table partners would be paired up for the remainder of the semester, he groaned.
You, on the other hand, were thrilled. Because of course you were.
To your credit, you didn't push...hard. You did greet him every day, and you did your best to get to know him, but if he turned down your invite for lunch or to study together, you accepted it.
Near midterms he finally gave in, but only because the two of you were required to do a lab after hours that needed much preplanning.
You had invited him over to your apartment, a little place just outside of campus, and, when the study session stretched from the afternoon into the evening, cooked dinner for him.
Seeing you at home, in your (pleasantly clean) place, something changed in him. Maybe you weren't so terribly annoying.
You ended with a B+ on the lab, but an A- for the semester. He actually found himself sad to be heading into finals week for the first time...ever.
So when Hange dragged him to another end-of-semester celebration, he didn't resist, in hopes, secretly, that you would be there, too.
And you were.
And as soon as you spotted him, you found yourself next to him the rest of the evening. Not that he minded this time.
But what surprised him the most was how little you actually talked. More often than not, you listened, and when there was no one around, you talked to him. And he found, surprisingly, that he liked listening to you talk about anything.
When the summer set in, most of your mutual friends went home, but both of you stayed - unknown to each other.
Levi happened to spot you when going through the cafeteria at an odd lunch hour, seeing you hunched over a table, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
He watched you as he ordered, trying to figure out what class you were taking during the shorter semester.
The sound of the chair across from you scraping across the floor startled you enough that you jumped, eyes wide before they were able to focus on the young man in front of you.
Levi's eyes seemed a lighter gray today, with a hint of mischief making them sparkle. A thin black eyebrow was raised in question, and you quickly recovered with a smile, moving your work to allow him a space to eat.
"Surprised to see you here," he said, meticulously removing the burger and fries from the bag after wiping down the empty table spot.
"Oh - I work at the Student Union, and I try to take a class or two I don't like during the summers."
Your lunch buddy made an affirmative sound, setting up his meal just so in a way that nothing could spill over onto him or the table. You watched as he did so, fascinated by how his hands moved, how well you could see the veins on his hands and forearms.
That was a totally normal thing to notice, right?
You shook your head free from your thoughts when Levi said your name a little sternly. Blinking, you apologized.
"What are you taking?"
"Oh, history," you said, lifting the textbook to show him. "One of my worst subjects." Closing the book with your pen left as a bookmark inside, you rested your cheek on your hand. "And what keeps you over the summer, Levi?"
He swallowed a bite before answering. "I work at the mechanic's shop down the road. Smarter people than me manage to make it a work-study class through the summers so that I can still live on campus."
You nodded as he took another bite. He nodded his head at your journal and messy notes. "I think you just need to learn how to study."
It was a slow blink while you processed what he said to you. The smile on your face flattened just a hair. "And what makes you say that?"
"The fact I saved your ass through most of physics," and then he took another bite of his burger, pulling your notes toward him to read over them.
"You offering to help?"
Levi glanced up at you, and then down at your notebook again. "Not exactly." But when he looked up again, the pitiful wide eyed look on your face made him sigh. "Fine."
You cheered, reaching for a fry. He smacked your hand away. "Get your own fries."
And that was how the two of you ended up having weekly lunch dates through the rest of the summer semester. And sometimes, before a big test, dinner ones as well.
By the end of the summer, the two of you were fast friends, and Levi realized with a start that he enjoyed having you around. It made most things tolerable.
Your study dates continued into the next semester, shifting to match both of your work and class schedules, but more often than not he found himself over in your apartment.
If he was invited to a party, he checked that you were going first. If you were, he would come, but he stuck to your side the entire night, not that you minded. And if you weren't, well, he would just stay home....or come hang out with you at your work - which was typically the reason you would miss out.
There were two moments before the two of you finally started dating that Levi realized he was in trouble.
The first was at a party, he couldn't tell you what it was for, where you had gotten ahold of a stronger drink than normal and were past tipsy but not yet drunk.
Someone had started to flirt with him, and you, clearly bothered by this upon your return from the kitchen, had wrapped your arms around him claiming him as your 'Grumpy' and telling the other person to find their own.
He still didn't know what the fuck that meant, but it had taken him two hours after he brought you home to calm you down and reassure you that he would remain your Grumpy and he would not find another Sunshine.
Once you were fully convinced, you had fallen asleep on him, and Levi realized, with a jolt, that he didn't have the urge to slip away and leave. In fact, being curled up with you felt kind of...nice.
(When he had told Erwin this story later, Erwin had laughed. When pressed, all the blonde said was, "Do you know what her major is?"
"Creative writing."
Blue eyes were filled with mirth. "You're a smart man, Levi. Figure it out."
Levi wasn't sure why he had felt warm all over when later that night he finally Googled the trope and learned what it was.)
The second time was the time you realized something, too, although you never admitted it.
It was a late night that Levi was crossing through campus, headed back to the dorm rooms, when he found you on a bench, watching one of the many water fountains.
He had a double shift at work straight into a night class, and hadn't checked in on you all day - although seeing your red eyes he wished he had. And he found himself overcome with the need to beat the hell out of whatever had the audacity to make you cry.
You had tried to smile through the tears, promising it wasn't a big deal, but when your lip quivered, he knew. Levi dropped his bag to the ground, sat beside you, and pulled you close.
Leaning into him, he nudged his head with yours, and said, "You don't have to be strong all the time, you know. Even the sun hides behind rainclouds some days."
It wasn't something that you would ever expect out of him, but it was clearly what you needed to hear. You couldn't hold back your feelings any more at that point, and cried heavily into his shirt.
Levi held you close the entire time, and walked you home after.
You had invited him to stay with you that night, and, after struggling with it, he finally gave in. It was the second time you found yourself falling asleep in his arms.
Neither of you could exactly pinpoint when you were 'officially' started dating, as life went on as normally as it had for the two of you before that night.
Sure, Levi might have his arm around the back of your chair now when you were sitting together, or once or twice you had taken his hand or arm as the two of you walked somewhere.
But nothing had been said - your routine hadn't changed. And if your friends had noticed something, they chose to remain quiet. (Although many times knowing smiles were shared behind your backs.)
It wasn't until one night, after Levi had spent another afternoon at your place and was leaving for his night class that things changed.
The two of you were saying your goodbyes, and, without a second thought, you had kissed him, and then wished him a speedy three hours.
You hadn't realized what you had done. Sure you'd fantasized about doing it before, but that's all that was. You hadn't actually done it. Had you?
Gray eyes were boring into yours, a hand frozen on the doorknob, as both sets of eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
Levi was the first to move, his hand reaching out and wrapping around the side of your neck, tugging you forward as he crashed his lips against yours once more - electricity racing every nerve of your body. There was a fierceness to his kiss; a fervency in it that had you weak at the knees.
It left you panting as you pulled away, and he leaned his forehead against yours. "We're talking about this when I get back." And then he kissed you again, and was out your door before you had caught your breath.
You had been together ever sense.
It had only seemed natural to him to propose after graduation, and you had a quick courthouse ceremony because, for the two of you, there was no need to wait.
The first few years of marriage were ones of enjoying each other - the twins were a surprise when the two of you decided to expand your family.
Fraternal twins, both born with heterochromia - one a gray blue and the other one the same as yours. You had laughed; Levi had been stunned.
But now, looking over his small family on this mundane Monday night, he found himself thankful for that stupid party he was forced to go to all those years ago.
Levi picked up your son from the ground, holding him as he reached over to take the plastic ball back and tried to stuff it in his mouth. His eyes locked with your own, and you raised an eyebrow at him. "What's up, Grumpy?"
A rare smile crossed his face as he shook his head. "Nothing, Sunshine. Nothing at all."
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[ full story can be found here or here ] [Overview & prologue]
➺ pairing: levi ackerman/eren jeager x fem!reader
➺content: mafia au, crime, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, angst, lol so much angst
➺warnings: violence, blood, strong language, guns/weapons, and illegal activities are all mentioned but hey, that’s aot for you, so if you can handle that, you can handle this (:
chapter 18: in the wake of the storm
More than a fortnight has passed since the attack on the Red Rose, and you have yet to amend all the damage it left behind. To you, your people, and worst of all, to Levi. Although, it sure as hell wasn’t from lack of trying.
Every day that passed was another day your enemies went unpunished. And it frustrated the hell out of you because Ymir was letting everyone believe they got away with it the longer he let Porco and his rebels live.
But it’s as if your father didn’t care that you and your people had been targeted — that they had nearly succeeded. Your father refused to fight back.
“They are expecting retaliation,” he had reasoned with you when you went looking for him after a week of him doing nothing.
He had been in his townhouse that evening, settling underground business with Levi when you’d stormed into his office.
“And you’re in no condition to seek out retribution,” he’d added calmly from behind his desk with a pointed look at your walking cane and stitched up leg. “Not to mention they are Marleyan’s. To invade their country is to bring war to Paradis.”
You’d clenched your jaw in an attempt to reign in your frustration before pointing your cane to the door, as if your enemies were standing just outside. “They declared war on us the second they attacked the pub,” you snarled. “The second they decided to target me. All political formalities are off the table.”
Ymir sighed, leaning back in his chair and forfeiting whatever paperwork he had been working on before your arrival. “I understand you’re upset—”
“Oh, I’m not upset,” you cut him off sharply. “I am angry. Hannes is dead because of them! Jean and Connie are bedridden. Levi’s first mates —”
You broke off from your rant as you glanced over at your fiancé who had removed himself from the conversation by moving away to stand quietly in the far corner of the room. The look on his face was unreadable as always as he quietly watched you from afar, his arms crossed over his chest like a soldier at rest. But at the mention of his late friends, he visibly flinched and hastily turned away, subtly trying to recollect himself and stifle away his grief.
You pretended not to notice and slid your eyes back to your father. ”All of this and you still think me incapable of completing this task?”
“I don’t doubt your competence, darling,” Ymir said in reassurance, “but attacking the Jaws sector will get us nowhere.”
You scoffed, turning away with a shake of your head. Frustrated and hating that he couldn’t just give in to his rage and be that ruthless and vicious leader you needed him to be in times like these—when your pride had been hurt and your people were either wounded or dead.
“The brothers were merely following orders,” your father continued, ignoring your growing agitation. “There is someone else at play. Someone of higher power you need to target.”
His gaze drifts away to the left of his desk and you follow them to where they subconsciously rest on his chessboard. Your nails dig deep into the palm of your hands you’re surprised you don’t draw blood. Was he really not going to make a move if it didn’t fall in line with his grand scheme of things?
With a vicious growl, you knocked Ymir’s chessboard off his desk, sending all the black and white pieces scattering to the floor. “I don’t fucking care who sent them!” you shouted. “The Galliard brothers were the ones who bombed my town. They pulled the trigger. I want Porco and his whole bloody sector dead!”
Your father hardly reacted at your tantrum, but your screams were enough to snap Levi’s attention back to you. Any signs of grief were wiped clean from his features as he stepped forward with a hard expression.
“As do I,” he said tightly. “Do not doubt that.”
Your wild eyes turned to him mercilessly. “Then why the delay?” you demanded, directing your anger onto him now. “Why are we doing nothing?”
But it was your father who answered you, forcing your attention back on him.
“Walking into enemy territory is no easy feat, darling. But most importantly, I will not risk your safety simply to prove a point. If you were to be captured—”
“I won’t!”
Ymir sighed as he rose from behind his desk and moved to his mini bar to prepare himself a drink, sidestepping his chessboard on the floor. “Your conviction alone does little to comfort me.”
You scoffed, unable to stand such humiliation any longer. “I have no desire to comfort you.” Your eyes snapped to Levi. “Or you. To hell with this. I don’t need you.” Walking cane in hand, you turned for the door. “I’m doing this, with or without you.”
But as if on cue, Levi moved to block your exit, forcing you to a halt. His eyes were still tinged with grief but they were fully focused. On you. Warning you against moving. It’s how you knew there was no chance in hell he was going to let you walk out that room in the state you were in by yourself.
All the same, it would be unlike you not to try. But before you could have the chance to threaten him, your father spoke behind you from his mini bar. “You’re right,” he conceded, which took you by surprise that you found yourself stealing a glimpse at him over your shoulder. “There is not much I can do or say to stop you.”
You waited for him to continue as he drank from his cup, the ice clinking in his glass, knowing he wasn’t finished and was trying to draw you in.
“So at least make use of the risk,” he went on seconds later, “and kill two birds with one stone.”
You locked eyes with Levi, hoping to catch some information about what your father was talking about, but his gaze revealed nothing. Slowly, you turned to face your father who stood watching you expectantly from across the room.
“Alright,” you drawled reluctantly, eyes narrowed. “I’ll bite.”
Your father gave you a winning smile. “I need intel from Pieck Finger. And Porco Galliard is the only one who knows where to locate her. Neither my men or Sasha and her little web of spies have managed to get much information on her. That woman is as clever and sly as a fox. There’s no way to find her unless she wants to be found.”
You paused. The leader of the Cart sector? “Pieck was involved in the attack?”
Ymir shrugged. “More or less. She is right hand to the man who ordered the Galliard brothers to strike. Her boss wants my downfall as much as Erwin Smith, if not more.”
Your grip on your walking cane tightened. “More than Erwin?” you asked, throwing Levi a dubious glance. “Who is it?”
“The crime lord of Marley himself,” your father replied casually. “Zeke Ksaver.”
Your frown deepened, thinking back to the night at Lord Reiss’ charity party when you first met him. Of how warmly he’d greeted your father, like an old family friend, and how uncomfortable he’d made Eren. “I thought he was your business partner, not your enemy.”
Ymir shrugged again. “It seems he can’t handle a little competition, so he’s set on eliminating the threat. Not that I can put it against him. I’m doing the same thing. But with her intel on him, we can bring him down. She has the proof we need to finish him off.”
Something about what Ymir said disturbed you.
Not that I can put it against him. I’m doing the same thing.
Your stomach plummeted as realization dawned on you.
Your father prided himself in outsmarting his enemies. By understanding how their minds worked, he was able to predict how they were going to react which meant…
“You… knew he was going to attack,” you said quietly. A statement, not a question.
Ymir heard the accusation in your tone, the rage. “I had my suspicions,” he admitted regrettably. “But I never deemed him foolish enough to act on it.”
You broke out in a sharp, mocking laugh. “I can’t believe it! So that’s what this is. You’re not doing me a service. I’m cleaning up your mess!” You pointed a finger at him. “You underestimated your enemies.” You waved a hand between you and Levi. “And we paid the consequences.”
“What happened at the pub was a tragedy,” Ymir stated, “but it was inevitable. My enemies believe you’re as much involved in this business as I am. You cross over to Marley and you’ll only be solidifying that.”
“Then so be it! Their attack against me, my town, my people, was an invitation for me to come out and play, right? Well this is me making my move.” Your voice dropped a few degrees. “And I intend to wipe the board clean.”
You turned to leave, determined to have the last word. But stormy grey eyes stared back at you. Levi was blocking your exit yet again.
“Get out of my way,” you said briskly.
“No,” Levi said, voice thick with emotion. He stepped closer and you braced yourself for a wave of intimidation, but you were taken aback when his features softened instead.
“Please,” he added so quietly you wouldn’t have heard him had he not been standing right in front of you. He raised a hand to caress your cheek lovingly. “You don’t need to prove yourself to anyone.”
You slapped his hand away before you could lean into his touch. “Yes, I do!”
Levi’s gaze had been pleading and full of concern for you that you might have easily caved had you and him been alone. Your fiancé knew how much you longed for his affection; he knew how vulnerable it made you. But you couldn’t let him use it against you. So you looked away and turned to your father instead, moving out of Levi’s reach.
“Father, it's the only way,” you insisted. “After this, none of them will dare lay a hand on me ever again. And not because you command it.” You turned to Levi. “Or because you enforce it. But because they know what I will personally do to them if they so much as try. I want them all to be afraid of touching me.” Your voice turned dark, eyes murderous with intent, as you shoved against Levi’s shoulder to reach for the door. “And they will.”
Even if I have to forsake whatever scraps of humanity I have left to do it.
That encounter with your father was over a week ago, but the wait is now over.
Tonight — tonight you will finally set things right.
You stand in your room, alone, fully armed, and with a shot of whiskey in your hand. You swallow it down in one go and pour yourself another shot. The liquid burns down your throat and almost instantly you feel the alcohol still your nerves, allowing your mind to rid yourself of all unnecessary emotions. Fear, doubt, compassion—feelings that might have once made you second guess yourself — are silenced. By the time you’re out the door, your eyes have hardened, and you’ve steeled your heart against the horrors of the coming night. So certain you are that your actions tonight are justifiable, and necessary.
Outside, a distant rumble echoes through the city—a storm gathering strength as dark clouds swallow the last remnants of twilight.
You’re making your way down the wooden stairs, the sound of your black walking cane muffled by the royal-red runner rug, when you hear a crash on the first floor. Your leg has healed nicely so you hardly wince as you rush the last set of stairs to veer in the direction of the commotion coming from Jean and Connie’s room.
“Has she lost her mind?” you overhear Jean exclaim hysterically from outside the hallway. “She can’t! Why are you letting her do this?”
As you walk into the room the faint scent of antiseptic hangs heavy in the air, mixed with the faint smoke of cigarettes. Across the room Mikasa holds Jean upright and forces him back to bed. His middle is wrapped with a fresh bandage but there’s faint traces of blood starting to stain his left side from the area he was stabbed—most likely from the abrupt movement he took seconds before as you notice his cup of glass lies broken on the floor near Mikasa’s feet.
Connie sits upright on the bed beside Jean, one arm in a sling, eyes full of fatigue but still alert while Sasha and Historia stand at the foot of his bedside. The girls have taken turns caring for the boys, monitoring their recovery and making sure they’re healing the way they should. Though you’ve noticed Mikasa in particular hasn’t left Jean’s side once.
When you realize there is no visible threat nearby—just Jean being overdramatic as always— the tension in your shoulders eases and your posture takes on a more relaxed stance. Mikasa and Sasha spare you the need to make yourself known. They turn to you as they sense your presence at the door. Jean and Connie follow their gaze and Jean’s eyes turn ablaze once more as they land on you.
“She’s lying, right?” he questions you aggressively, pointing to Sasha who must have been the one to announce to them you were leaving. He tries to make his way towards you, but Mikasa gently yet firmly pushes him back to bed. “Tell me she’s lying. You’re not actually going to take part in this, are you?”
“It was my idea,” you answer flatly.
“That’s suicide!”
But his sudden exclamation has him bending to the side in pain.
“Jean, you need to calm down,” Mikasa urges him softly. “Your wounds are still healing.”
Jean shakes his head, eyes closed as he stifles down the pain before glaring up at you. “You can’t just waltz into enemy territory and expect to come out of it alive,” he argues in between his teeth. “Especially in the condition you’re in.”
You frown, the sound of rain pattering against the window mildly distracting you. The rain is starting to pick up.
“I’m more than fine,” you snap. “Worry about yourselves.”
You turn to leave, knowing that the rain was going to cause delays for you, but not before giving both Jean and Connie a meaningful look. “You both belong at my side, so rest and get better quickly. Pieke wants to start a war, and I will need you all at your best to help me finish it.”
“Then wait for us,” Connie’s raspy voices cuts in, making you pause at the door’s threshold. “Don’t start anything without us. Please. We can’t protect you from here.”
Historia finds the courage to step forward as well. “Why can’t Levi just take his people and go? They’re more than capable in handling this on their own. You don’t need to go with him.”
Your eyes cut to her sharper than any blade. “Yes, I do. It has to be me.”
“And what will you do if Eren betrays you?” Sasha asks with a deep scowl, arms crossed over her chest defiantly.
You poke the inside of your cheek with great annoyance. For days you had found it odd Sasha hadn’t brought him up before, to you or anyone else, knowing how strongly she felt about Eren after her recent findings about him. But now you realize she was just waiting for the perfect moment to do so. And based on your cadre’s reaction, she’s succeeded quite well.
“Eren is going with you?” Jean asks, outrage peaking. “Why? No one trusts him!”
You slide your deadpan gaze over to Jean and offer him a tight smile. “Well, that's rather unfortunate, isn’t it? Seeing as how my father has rewarded him for saving my life. Yet again.” Your cadre are too stunned to react as you pull up your sleeve and show them your tattoo of the centipede on your wrist. “Eren Yeager now wears the family mark on his arm; like it or not, he’s officially one of us now.”
“Is that why you’re protecting him? Because of your father?” Sasha questions you skeptically. “Or has he perhaps finally won you over?”
Hearing the bitterness in Sasha’s voice, you drag your eyes over to her, recalling the night she came to you shortly after you’d woken up to report what she had learned from her spies about the attack on the Red Rose and the possibility of a two-faced rat living amongst you.
You give her a wolfish grin, knowing full well who she suspects. “You think my judgement has been compromised?”
Sasha glowers at you. “I don’t know what to think. I gave you a reason to stop his initiation from happening, so he could never be one of us. But you did nothing. You let it happen.”
“What are you both on about?” Jean asks, unable to follow along with your conversation.
“Tell them,” Sasha insists, gesturing to the rest of the people in the room. “Tell them what I told you about him.”
Historia steps closer, eyeing you and Sasha nervously. Her overprotectiveness towards Eren slipping out. “Tell us what?”
They all look to you expectantly, completely riled up—as Sasha knew they would be since this is how they usually get when Eren is involved.
You roll your eyes before sighing, exasperated. “Sasha is under the impression that there is a traitor amongst us.”
Your cadre immediately tense, deeply unsettled by the news.
“Not just anyone,” Sasha adds hastily. “Eren,” she declares firmly, confidently. “Eren Yeager is a spy for Marley.”
Days after the attack, Sasha had gone to you to inform you of what she’d learned. Out of the handful of spies she had stationed across Marley, one of them, a young woman—Kaya— had overheard that not only were Porco and Galliard’s gang planning an attack, but that they had received confirmation by someone close to you of your whereabouts, giving them an exact time and location to target you. But Kaya had been caught. By the time she managed to escape, her warning had arrived too late.
“You have no proof,” you calmly remind her.
Sasha bristles. “I know what I saw.”
“Well, what did you see?” Jean demands impatiently. “What did he do?”
Sasha raises an eyebrow at you, as if to say, Will you do the honors, or should I? You raise an open hand for her to continue and tell them all herself. She’s clearly just dying to do so.
But Sasha expresses no gratitude or glee, maintaining a rather grave expression as she turns to face your cadre. “On the day of the attack, after we came back from the cemetery and you all headed towards the Red Rose, I followed Eren into a different pub on the other side of town. He said he was going to meet Isabel and Furlan there.”
Sasha pauses, waiting for them to absorb the information.
“And let me guess?” you say dryly, cutting to the chase. “They weren’t there?”
A muscle in Sasha’s jaw twitches. “No,” she answers through her teeth. “They weren’t. He was there to meet with someone else. I didn’t get a good look at the guy that showed up, but whoever it was left him a message.”
“And what did this message say?” you ask pointedly.
Sasha glares at you, realizing you’re trying to discredit her accusations, before reluctantly admitting, “I don’t know. Eren burned it all up before I could get the chance to read it.”
You hum regrettably. “Pity.”
“I didn’t have to read it to know it had been a warning!” she snaps, bristling at your dismissive tone. “Telling him to stay away from the Red Rose because it was going to get bombed.”
You nod thoughtfully, ignoring the anger radiating from her. “And how are you so certain this guy came to see Eren in the first place? You told me they didn’t speak or even interact with each other.”
“The guy left the note inside a newspaper on a bench in passing. I saw Eren pick it up right after.”
You nod skeptically. “Right. Well, if that’s all you’ve got…”
You start to turn away.
“Why else would he destroy it after reading it?” Sasha continues to argue. “It was evidence of what they were planning! Of his role in all this.”
You pause, glancing at her over your shoulder. “Evidence that you don’t have.”
“Why do you keep defending him?!” Sasha exclaims resentfully, taking a dangerous step towards you that makes Mikasa nervous enough to move between you. “Kaya is dead because of him!”
You whirl on her.
“No,” you correct sharply, shoving Mikasa aside. “Your little spy is dead because she was not as skilled at her job as you thought she was. She got herself captured and tortured by the enemy. Who knows what information she gave up before she escaped—if that’s what even happened.”
Sasha stares back at you with wide eyes, utterly appalled by your words. “Kaya came back to me bloody, broken, and barely conscious. Her last words to me? ‘Anya is in danger.’ She kept repeating it over and over again. You think she would have wasted her last breath to warn us—warn you—before betraying us to them?”
You hold back on replying and study your wraith for a moment longer as she scowls back at you. Her indignation is the only power source giving her the courage to talk back to you so boldly. If you keep provoking her, you might end up saying something out of line not even she will be willing to forgive.
“Well, we’ll find out soon enough, won’t we?” you say as thunder rumbles outside the window, its ominous presence drawing nearer.
You turn to the door with finality, needing to put an end to this conversation. But Sasha is not finished. Before your cadre can react, Sasha takes advantage of the thunder to mask her footsteps and strike, but it's her breathing that gives her away.
By the time she’s grabbed hold of your elbow, forcing you to turn to her, you’ve pulled out a dagger and angled it at her neck.
Everyone in the room collectively holds their breath, the tension in the room overwhelming. But much to her credit, Sasha holds her ground and meets your gaze dead on despite the sharp blade against her neck.
“Careful, now,” you warn her softly. “You’ve lost a comrade, and for that you have my sympathy. But don’t push it.”
“This isn’t just about Kaya!” she growls back, glaring at you. “If you don’t put an end to him I. will.” She enunciates her last words. “He can’t. Be. Trusted.”
Your features soften slightly.
You know she never had any intention of hurting you. She only wishes for you to listen and see reason. But you also know she’s not going to let Eren off the hook anytime soon unless she has solid proof that proves he’s innocent. And to be honest, at this point in time you really don’t have a solid argument that can hold against her accusations.
After Sasha revealed to you what Kaya had learned in Marley, you couldn’t help but think back on Eren’s behavior when he met Zeke Ksaver at Lord Reiss’ charity event, of how on edge Eren had been at the sudden sight of him. Had there been any hint of recognition between them during their interaction that you had missed? Not to mention how strange he had behaved when you both came back from seeing Casamere that one night…
That nagging feeling that he is hiding something, a dangerous secret, has never left you. Were it anyone else, you would have trusted your cadre’s judgement and done away with him long before he had the chance to get this close.
But his fate is not up to you to decide anymore.
Nor Sasha’s.
You let out a heavy sigh and begin to withdraw your weapon. “Whether Eren can be trusted or not matters little to my father. If Eren does have ulterior motives… then we must, for the time being, let them… unfold.”
Sasha looks ready to explode. “What?! And do nothing?”
But before things can turn murderous, Mikasa lunges forward and puts herself in front of Sasha, pushing her away from you.
“Sasha!” Mikasa chides, hands at her shoulders. “That’s enough!”
Sasha resists her hold. “You’re just going to let him take us down one by one—” She points to Jean and Connie wounded in bed behind her— “until there’s none of us left?”
The slight hitch in her voice makes your eyes narrow, and you tilt your head with slight confusion. “Is that what this is? You’re afraid? Of him?”
Sasha has never been one to fear death or dying. Let alone one man—none of your cadre do. But a swift glance around the room and you realize, they’re all giving off the same energy.
“He’s dangerous,” Sasha says, “but not in the way you and I are dangerous.”
Your eyes narrow. “Then in what way?”
You can visibly see the moment the anger leaves her body as her shoulders drop, surprising you. There is still bitterness in her fiery eyes but there is also a wave of defeat that’s hitting her hard.
“You’re letting him in,” she says gloomily. “You don’t let strangers in the way you’ve done with him. Let alone let them talk to you the way he does with you.”
You’re taken aback for a second, expecting to hear something more intense, before chuckling softly with an air of nonchalance, fully aware of your people’s eyes on you. You turn for the door.
“Father always did say keep your friends close—” You glance at her over your shoulder as you go. “—And your enemies closer. That’s all this is.”
Your cadre exchange glances, none of them convinced. But the wind has picked up outside, rattling the windows and sending rain pounding against the roof like drums of war. There’s no time to convince them further. “We’ve wasted enough time. Let’s go.”
You salute Jean and Connie a hasty farewell and walk out. You don’t wait for Mikasa and Sasha—the only members of your cadre you’re taking tonight— to follow after you as you step out into the hallway leading to the foyer. Those two will follow despite them not supporting your decisions tonight.
Historia follows close behind you into the hallway. “You shouldn’t be traveling in this weather,” she advises desperately. “It’s only going to get worse throughout the night.”
You scoff dismissively. “A little rain never hurt anyone,” you say, opening the front door as you hear Mikasa and Sasha grab their coats behind you.
But as soon as you say that a flash of blinding white light tears through the dark sky — a jagged spear of lightning that seems to split the clouds apart. For a split second, the world is bathed in a harsh, electric glow, followed almost instantly by a deafening crack of thunder that shakes the ground. The sound rolls and echoes, deep and violent, making you all freeze in place as windows rattle. A surge ripples through the power lines — and then, silence. The hum of electricity dies, the lights in your home flicker once, twice, and then the whole town plunges into darkness.
“No, but a little lightning might,” Sasha mutters under her breath before snatching the car keys from the table by the front door and walking out into the storm to start the car. Mikasa follows right after, no hesitation in her strides either.
You linger at the door to face Historia, knowing that the power outage has only brought her even more distress.
“We’ll be back in three days' time,” you say to her with as much reassurance as you can muster to ease her worry. “Light some candles.” You jut your chin over her shoulder, to where Jean and Connie lie in their room. “I leave those two in your care.”
You turn to leave but Historia grabs hold of your hand, keeping you at her side for a moment longer. “Anya—” She struggles finding the right words to say before settling on two.
“Don’t. Die.”
Her tone is firm, but her eyes are lined with unshed tears as she looks up at you the way you imagine a sister looks at her sibling going off to war and begging them to return home safely.
You smile ruefully before gently taking her hand and easing out of her hold. “I never do.”
As you finally step out into the storm and make your way to your vehicle where Sasha and Mikasa wait for you inside, the rain has intensified, hissing as it strikes rooftops and asphalt. The faint smell of ozone lingers in the air — sharp, metallic, and charged — a reminder of the immense power that just tore through the atmosphere.
It almost feels poetic, this chaos. As if the storm itself were greatly aware you plan to do the same once you reach Marley; every drop of fury, every ounce of destructive power you carry within you, you will unleash upon your enemies like lightning.
You will make yourself a reckoning.
The drive down to the docks feels like driving inside a tunnel of water, every street is swallowed by sheets of rain. The windshield wipers drag back and forth as lightning cracks across the sky, white veins splitting the dark clouds, and for the briefest flash the entire street lights up—slick pavement, trees bent low under the wind, flooded gutters, the outlines of swaying power lines. Then it’s gone again, swallowed by night.
Sasha sits in the driver’s seat with Mikasa in the passenger’s seat and you seated behind Sasha. They look tense, the severity of the storm is too wild and unpredictable for their liking. Much like you. But the thunder masks the hum of your vehicle’s engine perfectly, making it near impossible for any Marleyan spy stationed across town to track down your whereabouts and warn their people of your plans.
As you get closer to the docks, the smell of salt and diesel cuts through the rain, mixing with the sharp tang of ozone from the lightning strikes. The storm is louder here, the open expanse of the waterfront giving the thunder room to roll endlessly, echoing between warehouses and cranes. Forks of lightning claw at the horizon, throwing the skeletons of ships and stacked containers into stark relief. It’s a perfect place for business. A perfect place for blood. But once Sasha brings the car to a stop near the edge of the pier and kills the headlights, you step out into the storm and stride forward without bothering to look over your shoulder for any potential enemies lurking in the dark.
You have nothing to fear here. These are your father’s shipping ports. And only his men are allowed entry into these parts of the pier. How your father managed to strike a deal with the king of Paradis himself is still unknown, even to you, but through his deal with the royal crown, Ymir was granted a prestigious Empire Export License that gave his company unrestricted access to trade routes and prevented his shipments from being searched. It's no wonder his importing and exporting of goods is one of his most profitable sources of income. ****By setting up a legitimate transportation business, Ymir found a way for the docks to serve as the final hub in a complex scheme that disguised illicit profits as legitimate business.
And what a beautiful scheme it is, you think as lightning cracks again, briefly illuminating a large, navy-blue merchant vessel docked at the pier. It has the words “Y & Co.” branded on the side of the ship, one of your father’s main merchant ships — and the one he has specifically routed to transport you and your crew into Marley undetected.
It’s really here, you think as you stare at the ship with a mixture of awe and mild surprise. Just like he said it would be.
Waiting for you.
But then your mood darkens as you notice the two figures standing under the floodlight by the front of the ship. The bulb buzzes and flickers in the rain, casting them in broken flashes, but you don’t need to see their features to know it’s Levi and the captain of the ship, Kenneth Brown, fully prepared with some half-assed excuse to not let you board, or better yet — let the ship leave harbor.
You catch movement above the cargo deck that momentarily diverts your attention. On the railing of the ship’s deck stands Eren. You recognize his tall and lean frame even from this distance. He watches over you with anticipation no doubt. Hoping that Levi will manage to change your mind and make you realize this whole mission is complete suicide. But the fact Eren is already aboard the ship means the rest of Levi’s men must be as well. Making this conversation you’re about to have with Levi ultimately pointless.
Still, you know he owes it to his crew to at least try and make you see reason one last time before they all risk their lives traversing into enemy territory.
Your fiancée steps forward to greet you first, his subtle attempt to keep the captain a safe distance away from you. He watches you with that deadpan expression he always wears before his eyes flicker behind you to where Mikasa and Sasha now stand, flanking your sides. Like you, Levi and the captain wear dark trench coats and newsboy caps to shield them from getting completely soaked, but the material’s not waterproof. You would know. You can already feel your clothes underneath clinging to your frame. But Levi and the captain appear stoic and unfazed. They look as comfortable standing there as if they were standing outside on a warm, sunny day.
“Is there a reason why the captain isn’t at the bridge of this ship,” you demand irritably, rain pouring down your collar, “or does he just enjoy having us stand around in the rain like wet dogs?”
“The captain’s spooked,” Levi says flatly. “He says he won’t take her out in this weather. Not tonight.” His voice comes low, steady, carrying even through the hiss of waves crashing against the pier behind him and the growl of thunder.
Your jaw tightens, your eyes locking with the captain over Levi’s shoulder as the thunder cracks overhead, rattling through the steel hulls stacked around you. “That ship sails.” You slide your hard gaze back to Levi. “Storm or no storm.”
The captain steps forward without breaking eye contact from you, resting a hand on Levi’s shoulder to signal him to step aside. “I strongly urge you to reconsider,” he says to you in an equally respectful but quietly powerful tone—a diplomatic approach that usually works well when dealing with others, but unfortunately for him, not with you.
Your eyes narrow. “If you won't do it, then you forfeit your title as captain of my father's ships, and I will find someone else better and less of a coward to take your place.”
The captain is close enough now for you to make out his salt-streaked beard and dark blue gaze. He gives a slow shake of his head, water spilling from the brim of his hat. “You don’t understand. I’ve seen hulls split in less than this. Men swept overboard. Running contraband’s one thing but running it through the mouth of hell’s another.”
Lightning lights the dockyard white, catching the unease in his eyes just for a second before the dark closed back in. You stepped closer, your voice lowering. “We’re not paying you to give sermons about the weather. Get behind the wheel and point that ship east. Otherwise, it’s not the storm you will need to be worrying about, but me.”
The captain holds your menacing gaze a moment longer, weighing in on your threat, before ultimately seceding. “I will ready the ship. But I cannot guarantee your safety or anyone else aboard once we cast off.”
You smirk. “Perhaps you cannot, captain, but I can.”
Thunder crashes again, loud enough to shake the steel containers.
“You see, I made a deal with Death long ago,” you continue darkly. “She will not take me with her until I have taken up my revenge against all those who have wronged me. And vengeance waits for me on the other side of these waters. So, fear not, Captain. Death will grant us safe passage across. You have my word.”
Whether the captain believes your words or not matters little. There was enough confidence in your voice for him to nod, turn around, and take his leave to board the ship.
You start to follow but Levi remains planted in place, fixing you with a cold, hard stare that you can’t ignore.
“You understand there is no turning back after this?” Levi says to you as you try to walk past him.
You offer him a tight lip smile. “Death has sent me on a mission, Levi,” you say in way of reply, “and she’s calling my name. Let’s not keep her waiting.”
Levi works his jaw as you walk past him, his muscles tense, but he doesn’t move to stop you. Which means your father has ordered him not to intervene. You can’t imagine the torture your fiancé must be in to have to watch you walk straight into danger—to have to knowingly let you— but to realize that you have your fathers support is more than refreshing. He needs you to succeed as much as you do.
And you have no intention of letting him down.
Eventually Levi makes his way onboard and the captain hoists anchor. Everyone seeks shelter below deck, but you remain above deck for a moment longer, your eyes set on the dark horizon ahead. Somewhere behind the violent waves and vicious storm is your landing destination: Marley.
You hope your enemies sleep well tonight. Gods know it will be there last.
summary: boxer!mikasa dating reader!
(⛦) content: fluff, kind of smut at the end. buff mikasa. use of strap. sexual themes. you guys live together. mikasa loves spoiling. totally inspired from watching bloodhounds.
(⛦) w/c: 500 +
⛦ ── boxer!mikasa who is considered one of the best female boxers of all time. she'll do her signature swift-right-hook, one that neither the opponent, nor the audience saw coming, and the opponent would be on the floor, just as the match began.
⛦ ── boxer!mikasa who just loves to talk about you in interviews. what was she going to do for the celebration? you, of course. what's keepin' her going? you. how does she ground herself? again, with just the thought of your name.
to add on, despite her intimidating muscles and long messy-black hair, mikasa becomes incredibly soft as soon as your name is mentioned.
⛦ ── boxer!mikasa, expect mikasa to spoil you, with the money she makes from boxing, which was a lot. manicures, pedicures, fancy dinners, money to get your hair done, traveling to different countries. visitin' places like france, spain, tokyo, etc.
but sadly, you did have to have a strict schedule since she needed to return to practice training and prepare for matches. she would probably plan what you guys were gonna do, with no detours! or, she'll get a little pissy.
⛦ ── boxer!mikasa who you were a little afraid would exert herself too much. you know how boxer tournaments could be life or death sometimes, so you were scared one day someone would over-power her and do too much. mikasa would reassure you that she wouldn't let that happen, tapping out if she thinks she wouldn't make it in the end.
you knew you couldn't completely trust the circumstance, but her reassurance helped you when your mind wandered a little too far late at night.
⛦ ── boxer!mikasa, who is incredibly fit. even though she wasn't totally ripped, leaner than the other boxers, she did have such a drooling-over body. her arms would flex, becoming prominent, and her shoulder was broader contrasted to her slender waist, moles decorating her figure. — and her thighs, good lord, when she sat down, they looked so muscular and thick.
all you wanted her to do sometimes is suffocate you with her thighs, n' b intoxicated with the smell of her pussy.
⛦ ── boxer!mikasa who you constantly try to play with, but you guys end up in some type of position, with her tongue shoved in your clit and, her hands gripped around your thighs.
⛦ ── boxer!mikasa who has so much stamina from boxing, and it really plays out in the bedroom. your back pressed into the mattress, acrylic nails find her neck. your moans would fill the halls. her eye's flickering to the strap drenched in your cum as it thrusts in and out your pussy, and to your face, with cascaded with tears.
her glossed lips whisperin' into your ear. "you're doing so good, princess. jus' a little more."
⛦ ── boxer!mikasa who wins the USA boxing championship. she looked so hot, with her mouthguard, sweat seeping down her body, and her muscles glistening. her black shoulder-length hair sticking to her face, looking absolutely flushed as the referee gets her hand to declare her winner.
she would smile radiantly as she watched you cheer her on, screaming, "that's my baby!"
I know I posted about it yesterday but I seriously can't stop thinking about Floch/Reader/Eren in a Ten Seconds sequel!! Floch, that little bastard, as INVADED MY BRAIN!!! I love an enemies to lovers story and it becomes so BEAUTIFULLY COMPLICATED if a Floch/Reader romance blooms in this verse ahhhhh
listen here:
[Eren/Reader/Floch - established Eren/Reader, reader is asexual]
Floch's been in love with Eren since DAY 1 of them meeting (Eren was his bi awakening) so when they start having casual sex in their first year of uni but Eren's really clear with him about "no feelings" SO he bottles those feelings up (it's cliche but KEEP READING)
THEN when Eren starts dating you (aka the whole plot of Ten Seconds) Floch is so fucking heart broken because Eren had told him over and over again that he doesn't date people and just fucks
BUT AT LEAST you and Eren start to have a really weird nontraditional relationship where Eren still fucks other people (which Floch DOES NOT understand and eventually comes out as aphobia because he's ignorant don't worry he will learn)
Even though he can get railed by your boyfriend, Floch still hates you with a burning passion because Eren's so clearly in love with you and the way he looks at you is different than how Eren's ever looked at anyone else
And Floch can't help the jealousy that burns a hole in his heart every time he sees it
Meanwhile you:
Have never really understood why Floch hates you so much. Especially since it started even before you and Eren were dating
So you tend to just ignore Floch so you don't have to deal with the headache
You know Eren likes hanging out with him (and having sex with him) so you're not going to get in the way of that
Then one day you show up to Eren's apartment just as Floch is leaving. Floch doesn't notice you're there. You see a different side of him than you've ever seen - he's softer, less angry, smiling and even laughs (a genuine laugh too, not a laugh used to mock someone)
And it makes you start seeing him in a completely different way
You start to notice the little things: how he always hesitates before saying something mean, how his eyes light up when he gets a text from a friend, how he always looks like he's about to reach out to touch Eren before he stops and pulls back.
You start to learn little things too: he gets terrible allergies in the spring, he's deathly afraid of rodents, he plays the piano and has one of the most angelic singing voices you've ever heard (and he doesn't know you heard him singing, so you can't even compliment him on it)
So you're dating Eren
Eren's fucking Floch
Floch hates you
And you... you're starting to find it hard to hate him back
Honestly, you're starting to find it hard to feel anything but the OPPOSITE of hatred...
you both were putting marriage and progressing as bf and gf off for the longest time
obv with civilization almost not existing and danger around every corner there was never a right time
however, eren always made a vow to you that when he and you are free that that will be the day he asks the question
doing this all for you
“i want freedom of course but i want to do this for you. for our kids. you are the most important to me and what matters”
you cloud his mind every second woman!
he will do anything for you like give his soul? check! take a bullet? yep!
you are the reason for his fight
like he cannot imagine something happening to you, it literally destroys him
every time he turns into a titan ur in his mind. all the pain and bloodshed, the sweat the tears all for you
everyone says you both are such opposites but it works
like jean and connie are even like “bro when you gonna ask y/n like???”
jean and connie bet when yall have kids that u better name the firstborn after either one of them, like threats and such u better
or like shots fired boom boom
hange zoe trying to find out which ring you would like and like dropping hints with eren
“hange the pip-squeak is like ten give him a break” levi would reprimand hange
honestly tho you would find it kinda cute if eren would turn into his titan at one point during the proposal
cuz titan kink
but in all seriousness eren breathes you girl like loyal he ain’t going nowhere
very protective of you
but when things subside and there are not literal titans trying to destroy yalls asses
eren finally finds peace
it’s finally freedom for you and him
“its here, its finally here”
now is the next challenge
he wants to ask your hand in marriage
but bc his father (even tho papa yeager a bit damaged) meant a lot to eren eren wants to ask your parental guardian for their blessing
if your guardian is deceased he’ll go to the gravesite and meditate there wanting just the energy of this news to somehow someway travel to the lost soul
eren as we all know from trauma and what not has gotten very quiet and changed but one thing stayed the same well two things his love for you obv and his nerves
HIS PALMS ARE SWEATY
needs like somehow someway like somebody to tell him its ok like relax him
jean connie armin all them there like u got this brother
WE MUST STAY FOCUSED BROTHER
“is y/n the girl of your dreams?” armin would ask
yes
“if she was the only person on this planet would u still be ok?”
yes
“if something happened to her, would you go insane?”
yes
“if she were a worm would u still love her?”
yes
“then i think you know what to do”
eren took u on the hill where him mikasa and armin used to relax and hang out as kids
you were glowing in your pale blue garden dress
the sun was perfect that day and just the fact that eren now had the freedom to do what he wanted
like there was no, eren we need you to do this or having to save thousands of lives or witness more deaths
it was everything to him
he felt in that moment the lives of all those that had passed were behind him, cheering him on
“y/n,” he gets down on one knee holding your hand. you are the woman that if his mom was alive he would have loved to introduce her to you.
“when i first met you you were a spitfire. the first words you uttered were how annoyed with me you were because of how much i wanted to kill titans. as much as we tried to hate each other in the beginning we ended up falling in love. i fell in love with you the moment you hugged me after our first mission, maybe it was before that. its gotten to the point where i cant remember when there wasnt a time i wasnt hopelessly in love with you. i cant believe a girl like you liked me. but i am not going to let this opportunity pass. finally we are here, alive, together. i dont want no more time to go to waste. i want you y/n, i want you to be mine. i want to show you how much i love you. y/n will you marry me?”
of course, you said yes with tackling of a kiss to his lips as you two rolled in the grass
funnily enough you were going to ask him that day as well
you two ended up getting married with all your friends and town there
carrying you bridal style eren took you to a cottage that was perfect and peaceful for just the two of you
...or so you thought
in a short matter of time you were expecting
eren was beyond thrilled
all his hard work paid off
this child would grow up not knowing the terrors of losing their parents or their house being destroyed
this child would never experience the nightmares you and eren experienced
eren thought it was a boy and so did you
turns out its a little girl which jean and connie were so mad at but turned out to be so thankful for because you got to name her sasha
eren looking at his new family and his friends almost got tears in his eyes
all he ever wanted in life was to be free. he wanted his mother to experience that, all that passed. he was not going to let their sacrifice go to waste.
eren took it all in. this was his life now. whether he deserved it or not still lingered in his mind. but what he knew was the overwhelming happiness he felt. something he never had until he met you. something he would never take for granted
...freedom
a/n: ok so this nonnie wanted an arranged marriage but i didnt want to write that and clearly didnt. whoops! also i know this is shit but i just got off of watching kodasteven on tiktok so thats maybe why this is kinda having a funny bone. also i am doing finals in school and i had to write an essay about anti-vaxxers and pro-vaxxers 👍🏼 hooray
During your engagement period, he'd always come sit next to you in meetings and reunions, and remembers to always save a place for you when you're late.
He would take care of your horse and put it in a box right next to his in the stable.
When he finishes checking if everything is alright with his horse, he checks on yours too.
He would do it more meticulously the night before an expedition.
He doesn't tell you this, but when there's a particularly risky recon expedition, he would check and memorize the position and location you were assigned, this way he'll know where you are at all times.
Merchants, shop owners and families would come and congratulate you both when you meet them in the cities and villages at the announcement of your engagement.
News spread quickly among the citizens, and upon knowing you and Levi were engaged, they would randomly cheer for you on the streets
"Give us plenty of babies !" To which Levi would grow shy/frustrated/have his ears turn to an unnoticeable red color, but it doesn't go unnoticed to you and you look at him fondly.
He'd memorized how you like you tea by now.
When your schedule gave you the chance, you would take your horses and go have some time by yourselves, away from the madding crowd and sit by a river, or under the shadow of a tree and just take in the fresh air, the silence, and rejoice in each others presence.
You couldn't help diving into his deep steel eyes, and notice how they were more attentive to you when you talked or gestured, you could tell he was all worked-up from the new step he was about to make in his life so he did look just as restless, but his eyes had a new way to look at you, it was a look he only gave you and you alone.
If you're working late helping Hange in her office, he would come and bring the two of you a trail of tea and get out irritated when Hange starts boasting enthusiastically about how Levi is gonna be an amazing husband, taking care of you and bringing you tea every time you felt down.
