He has an almost curious look in his eyes as he turns to face you.
You frown.
“What?”
He doesn’t answer but leans closer. You can feel his sweet breath on the sensitive skin of your throat as he bends down slightly, eyes a little glossy and half-lidded. You don’t dare move a muscle, as if you’re scared that he’ll suddenly pull away.
But he doesn’t.
Instead, he breathes in deeply – you can’t hear it for your heart thundering in your ears – but you can see his chest rise and fall, his long lashes fluttering as he takes in your scent.
Your lips part in a small, involuntary gasp, which seems to snap him out of it. He jerks away, eyes again sharp and clear as he seats himself at a respectable distance. The air feels oddly cold around you without his presence.
You take a deep breath, your fingers curling around the hems of your sleeves to prevent them from shaking.
“Your hair’s getting long,” Levi says, casual, like he didn’t just almost give you a heart attack.
Bastard.
“Yeah, you’re right,” you say, shrugging, like you’re completely unaffected by what just happened. “I’ll ask Reiner to cut it for me later this week.”
Levi’s eyes turn hard, jaw clenching and fingers digging into the wood below, leaving crescent-shaped indents behind. He pulls even further away from you.
“And why does he have to do that?” he grits out, eye twitching.
You merely raise an eyebrow at him. You don’t get his mood swings this evening – usually, Levi is so composed that it feels like talking to a brick wall. But tonight, he seems…on edge. Twitchy. A bit restless.
“Because I suck at doing it myself,” you answer cooly. “Do you know how to cut hair?”
“Of course.”
His answer takes you by surprise. You eye his perfectly trimmed undercut with suspicion. The way the longer locks on top falls neatly over the short buzz towards his nape.
Surely, he doesn't cut his own hair.
“You cut your own hair?” you ask, brows raised.
“Well, who else?”
“I dunno…Hange?” you suggest.
“As if I’d let them anywhere near my head with a pair of scissors,” he scoffs.
The notion makes a small laugh spill from your lips. Levi’s eyes widen, the hard edges of his face softening as he takes you in.
Silence stretches between you again, but comfortable this time.
Suddenly, you feel something cool brush over your pinkie. Reflexively, you jerk your hand away, but then you hear Levi’s sharp intake of breath beside you. You glance over at him, but he isn’t looking at you. His side-profile is lit up from behind by the rising moon, parts of his face almost glowing in the pale light, while other parts lie in deep shadow. You can see his jaw working, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he gulps, eyebrows curled into a frown. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was…nervous. But you also know that that’s preposterous. Levi doesn’t get nervous.
But then, your gaze shifts down, down, down, until it rests on your hands.
And that’s when you see it. Levi’s slightly twitching fingers are resting close to where your hand had been only moments before – before you’d moved it.
You understand.
Slowly, you let your hand fall back and brush your fingers against his. You more feel rather than hear Levi letting out a sigh of relief and then, he moves his hand to place it above your own.
And so, you sit like that for the remainder of the time you have left before curfew starts.
Do u still make requests? If possible can u do the aot boys with shy reader? Hehe
Aot boys x Shy!Reader || Levi, Eren, Armin
Levi Ackerman
He would never admit it out loud, but your shyness absolutely feeds his ego a little.
He already knows he’s short. He’s accepted it. But the way you hover just slightly behind him in new spaces, fingers brushing the back of his jacket, eyes darting away when someone looks too long? It does something to him.
“Yeah, I might be short,” he’d mutter under his breath after catching a scout staring, “but look how cute my girl is.”
He’s hyper-aware of your personal space bubble. The second an overly loud, touchy scout leans in too close, Levi’s hand is on the small of your back, guiding you away without a word. His glare alone is enough to clear a three-foot radius.
Around others, he’s controlled. Blunt. Dry.
Alone? Filthy.
You’ll be avoiding his gaze, pretending to focus on something trivial, and he’ll tilt your chin up with two fingers.
“You gonna keep staring,” he murmurs, voice low and deliberate, “or you gonna do something about it, doll?”
He loves that only he gets to see you open up. The way your voice steadies. The way you tease him back when you’re comfortable. The rare laugh that slips out when it’s just the two of you.
That’s his.
And he guards it like everything else he cares about.
Eren Yeager
At first, he was convinced you didn’t like him.
You avoided eye contact. Your answers were short. You stiffened whenever he got too close. Eren, who has never been subtle a day in his life, took that personally.
It wasn’t until a late-night expedition, both of you stuck on watch while the others slept, that he understood.
The fire was low. The air was quiet. You were softer in the dark.
“Armin and I always wanted to see the sea,” he said, staring into the flames. He paused, then glanced at you, almost shy himself. “I hope you’ll be there the day we do.”
You didn’t say much. Just nodded, cheeks warm, hands tucked into your sleeves. But your eyes were bright, and that was enough.
He fell for the quiet parts of you.
The way your face flushed when someone new introduced themselves.
The way your laugh slipped out unexpectedly once you felt safe.
He loved that laugh more than anything.
You never did see the sea with him.
And when he stands in front of your grave, wind tugging at his jacket, he closes his eyes and pretends you’re still there beside him, staring out at endless blue.
Armin Arlert
Two shy people accidentally forming the most powerful shy alliance the Scouts have ever seen.
You sit beside each other at meetings. Not speaking. Just existing in the same quiet frequency.
Your friends constantly try to drag you into social situations. Jean will shove Armin forward. Sasha will push you from behind. It’s chaos.
You and Armin developed a system.
When meeting someone new, you both stand there in silence for a beat too long before whispering:
“You go.”
“No, you.”
You’ve even made it a game. Whoever lasts longer without introducing themselves wins.
Armin usually folds first.
But the second he sees you buffering too hard, eyes wide and brain clearly offline, he steps in smoothly.
“Hi, I’m Armin. This is Y/N.”
Later, when it’s just the two of you, he’ll laugh softly about it. Not teasing. Just fond.
With him, you don’t feel pressured to be louder. Or braver. Or different.
You’re just two quiet people, choosing each other anyway.
more levi x blind!fem!reader
cw: 2.8k words, cussing, jealousy, a little angst, a little comfort
tldr: three times levi let his jealousy unravel
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There were three times Levi let his jealousy truly unravel.
The first was long ago in The Underground, after Furlan and Isabel came around. It was one day where Furlan came to your room in the brothel to wait for Levi to get back— Something he needed to talk about with him, he said. It wasn’t unusual for this to happen, and you were always happy to have him around, to fill up the empty room with some chatter and noise.
You were even younger and more naive than you are now, a teenager with almost no experience of the The Underground, let alone the real world. You didn’t like to venture out more than you had to, Levi didn’t either, with all the crime and violence that occurred in the dirty streets.
And of course, you couldn’t see the longing glances and silent expressions Furlan wore around you and behind Levi’s back. Everyone knew you and Levi weren’t together, but Furlan still knew he couldn’t be caught with these pining feelings for you.
Furlan couldn’t help it, really. Your kind eyes always tried to hazily study his face, always asking how he was and if you could help him with anything. He liked the way your hair reflected the lamplight, and it wasn’t long before your pretty smile started to send aches through his chest as well.
He had brought you a flower from Mitras that he had somehow got his hands on that afternoon. As soon as you caught a bleary glimpse of the bright green stem and felt the soft, velvet petals, you threw your arms around him while gushing your thanks. The next thing he knew, a blushing Furlan was pressing a quick, stolen kiss against your innocent lips. You stared at him with your own flushed cheeks in surprise, and that’s when the door swung open.
Furlan was frozen. As he stared over at a glaring Levi, he swore the black-haired boy’s eyes turned red and steam blew from his ears.
“Furlan…” Levi’s voice came slow, low, and rough. “Let’s go.”
Levi beat the shit out of Furlan in an alley a couple blocks away. You saw the bumps and bruises on Levi’s fists and Furlan’s eye when they returned later, neither making the effort to hide what happened.
And no one ever spoke of it again.
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The second time was after the annual military ball you attended with Levi.
Year after year, you were always his plus-one, and he’d help you pick out the prettiest dress and fix your hair just the way you liked it for the big night out. Levi didn’t care for these events, but you looked forward to it every year so you could spend an evening drinking and dancing away in a fancy gown, so he bit back his complaints and let you stay as late as you wanted.
It was deep into the night when Erwin asked him to meet privately about some sensitive information, which Levi reluctantly agreed to after setting the runts from the 104th up to dance and keep you company, promising to never take their eyes off you. You didn’t know about his little ploy, but was delighted to get to know them all and dance with the adorable young men either way.
While Levi was hunched over secret papers and files in Erwin’s dark office, it left an opening for an unassuming, retired Scout by the name of Carlo.
“Excuse me,” The man had tapped on Jean’s shoulder. “May I steal this young lady away from you for a dance?”
Jean’s confident demeanor, which had turned flustered from constantly stepping on your toes during your twirling, suddenly seemed surprised and awkward. So, he gave your hand to the man’s and disappeared. It was a bit uncomfortable for you at first, having a stranger’s hand on your waist as he guided you smoothly around the dance floor, too nervous to protest it all. But, you quickly learned through polite conversation that Carlo was as courteous and respectful as he was brave.
There was a moment where Carlo asked who you came with, and then backed away when he heard Levi’s name. After a rushed explanation of ‘No, we aren’t together’, his hand was back on your waist and your skirt fluttered around his legs as he spun you around. After the dance, Levi was no where to be seen and you didn’t want to admit that you had no idea how to get back to your seat… so Carlo kindly escorted you out to grab some fresh air and a break from the busy, overwhelming noises of the ballroom.
Levi’s heart dropped when he scanned the room and you were no where to be seen. The runts from the 104th had no idea where you went, so he promptly chewed them out and promised a punishment later, and went to scour the halls. He was about to let himself start panicking when he checked the front steps of the Survey Corps Headquarters, where he saw you clutching onto some bastard’s sleeve as he held his elbow out for you.
Your back was facing Levi as he stood in the shadows, allowing himself to read the situation for a moment before lashing out to scold you for disappearing. You weren’t alone with the man, a retired Scout that Levi recognized and had spoken to offhandedly a few times, but surrounded by other drunk soldiers who were smoking and chatting away on the stairs. The two of you made quiet conversation, nothing inappropriate. But, what irked Levi the most was the honeyed smile on your beautiful face and how you slightly leaned into Carlo.
He waited until the conversation lulled, then called out your name. You turned around in surprise, then let a giddy smile replace your expression as you recognized Levi’s familiar voice. He took your arm from Carlo and set off to walk you home, against your protests to stay and dance a bit longer, and while almost completely ignoring the other man.
Levi said nothing about it to you— It was over and done with. It’s not like you were truly his anyways… Until a while later when you mentioned that Carlo had accidentally stumbled into the tavern during your shift, stayed a while to chat, and walked you home. After that, Carlo started coming around the house sometimes.
Well, sometimes turned into more, and more turned into a lot… and a lot turned into all the fucking time.
Levi denied and denied it, never asking about him, and only getting details when you’ bring something up. He just about burst into fucking flames when Carlo showed up at the front door one evening with a large bouquet of your favorite flowers, asking for Levi’s permission to officially court you and take you to Mitras some extravagant, unnecessary dinner.
“I’m not her father,” Levi had responded, trying to stop his eye from twitching and relax his clenched jaw. “She can make her own decisions. I don’t care.”
Levi had to close his eyes and hold his breath the evening you came home from that dinner, gushing about stupid fucking Carlo and more stupid fucking flowers and that stupid fucking meal after he safely dropped you off. He absolutely despised how chivalrous and reverent the guy was— He couldn’t even pinpoint a single inappropriate touch or comment from him, even after all the times he had to suffer through Carlo’s visits to you.
He suffered for weeks. Levi tried to convince himself that it wouldn’t last, that Carlo would break your heart eventually over something idiotic like your lack of sight or status, and he’d get to be to one to comfort you after the heartbreak. He tried to convince himself that Carlo was just a skirt-chasing bastard trying to get under your dress, tried to convince himself that it would all go away in due time…
…But it just got worse.
Levi was beginning to lose his fucking mind. Lying restlessly awake one night as his mind toiled over you, he suddenly realized that if you and Carlo kept on like you were, a marriage proposal was absolutely imminent. It was obvious that Carlo didn’t plan on letting you go anytime soon, that the shithead was just as infatuated with you as he was himself.
Levi had a migraine for two weeks straight, his left eye twitched uncontrollably whenever he thought of either of you— The poor guy even contemplated praying to the Walls about it. He started to get desperate, a strange feeling that Levi hadn’t felt in years.
After being teased by Erwin and Hange about it one day over paperwork, Levi had suddenly had enough. He stomped out of the room, duties still undone, and rushed home. He was over the pining, the yearning, the jealousy, the constant stress.
If Levi had to finally admit his hidden feelings for you after all these years just to get the fucker to disappear, then so be it! He couldn’t take another fucking second of it, ready to wield his blades against Carlo if it came down to it— Anything to never have to see his face again.
When Levi arrived home, he found you sitting in your garden, alone on the bench as the sun disappeared over the walls. He was about to blurt it all out when he noticed the solemn look on your face as you looked on toward the sky.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Oh, Levi,” You greeted him softly, your voice not as excited as usual. “Nothing’s wrong.”
“Liar.”
You shuffled uncomfortably. “It’s nothing serious…”
“What happened?” Levi couldn’t hide the small bit of panic in his voice as his mind ran through every possible situation that could have made you upset. His pulse was already racing, the anxiety and nerves making the worry about you worse.
“Well… Carlo…” You began, and Levi’s heart plummeted. “…I don’t think he’ll be coming around anymore.”
“What the hell did he do?” Levi demanded. “Tell me now. That fucker—”
“—It was my doing, Levi. Relax, okay?” He watched your mouth turn into a sheepish smile. “I just got back from dinner with him. It was great, actually it was amazing. But when he dropped me off, he… well… he finally kissed me for the first time.”
Levi’s blood quite literally started to boil and bubble from the innate rage that suddenly coursed through him.
“Don’t get me wrong, it was so romantic…” You rushed to explain. “But, it just felt… odd? I don’t know how to explain it. I didn’t feel a single thing. No butterflies at all.”
Suddenly, Levi’s heart rate was back to normal, and his rage transitioned to quick relief.
“So, I- um… yeah. I ended things with him.”
“…Are you serious?” Levi couldn’t cover the disbelief in his tone. Levi didn’t really believe in luck, but now he’s seriously considered it.
“Of course, Levi!” You scolded with a pout. “And I just feel awful about it! He probably was saving up the courage to kiss me for so long, just for me to break up with him no more than a minute afterwards. I’m terrible, just terrible. I think he’s far more torn up about it than I am, but I just couldn’t help but blurt it all out after realizing that… maybe we weren’t meant to be.”
Levi let out a breathe he had been saving, along with the string of dreaded love confessions he was just about to let tumble out. He quietly sat down on the bench beside you, letting your skin warm his side as you slowly tipped your head over to rest it on his strong shoulder.
“Levi…” You whispered, eyes brimming with tears. “Am I a bad person?”
“No,” He answered promptly, closing his eyes and slowly letting his chin come to rest on your hair. “You did the exact right thing.”
Levi hoped you took his words as a reassurance instead of a sort of… possessiveness or insecurity about the relief of the breakup. You were much smarter than that, though.
You smiled, and neither of you spoke of it again.
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The third time was long, long after.
Levi sat on the side of the room, tense hands gripping the armrests of his wheelchair, watching Onyankopon spin and throw you around the floor to the quick beat of the music with his one good eye. Your delighted shrieks and giggles filled the room while the bright red fabric of your skirt flared and fluttered in a mesmerizing blur.
He felt guilty. And alone.
Out of everyone among the crowd in the noisy bar, he was the only one who couldn’t dance with you.
Even after knowing for years how much you loved it, he never spun you around like that, and now he never will. He brought you all the way across the sea to a better, safer life in Marley, where he’d never have to leave you again.
But what was the point if he couldn’t even love and live for you the way he desired? The way you desired?
Levi was quiet for the rest of the night, anxiously picking off the labels from his beer bottles while he watched you take turns dancing with Onyankopon, Falco, and Gabi while the night wore on. It just made it worse, soured his mood further with each song, but he couldn’t stand to look away. The tipsy blush on your cheeks was impossible to ignore, same with the toothy grin that never left your face, and the adorable way you dizzily stumbled after a particularly rowdy dance.
Eventually, the others walked you home, leaving the two of you alone in the new apartment you shared along a quiet street that reminded you just enough of Paradis not to hurt. Scout was waiting by the door when you entered, greeting Levi with a quiet meow and a strong nudge against his foot.
“What’s wrong, Levi?” You asked softly. “I can tell something’s off with you.”
Levi had promised himself to be more candid since you came, refusing to hold anything back from you any longer. He still hesitated for a moment before answering you slowly, still uncomfortable with the vulnerability of it all. “I’m… jealous.”
“Jealous?”
“I can’t dance with you like that.”
Levi watched your eyes turn from curious to sympathetic in the soft light of the new, electric lamp he bought a few months ago in preparation for your immigration here. He was almost a bit embarrassed now, having to admit to something so dehumanizing yet obvious, even though he knew you would always be the most understanding.
“It’s okay, Levi. You don’t need to dance with me to make me happy.”
“I know,” He paused again. “I just wish I would’ve done it before. Back when I could.”
Both of you stopped for a minute, two minds rolling through past memories. Ones of that creaky old house, forest green cloaks, and even back to the musty, dark city under the dirt where it all began.
“Well…” You started cautiously. “We can still dance.”
Levi was about to scoff at you, tell you not to be so naive. He swallowed it as you walked over to the phonograph, gently letting your hands run over the vinyl and feel where to set the needle. It was your first and favorite purchase of your own after moving to Marley, after crying in amazement and joy when you heard the recorded music filter out of Onyankopon’s for the first time.
Quiet, lilting notes flowed from the bronze horn, a slower song you played constantly on sleepy afternoons. Levi never took his eyes away as you delicately sat yourself in his lap, making sure not to put your weight on the spots that make him ache. Your arms hooked around his neck, and your nose buried into the crook of his shoulder.
Immediately, Levi’s hands came to hold the back of your head and body, pulling you in impossibly closer as he breathed in the scent of your hair and the kneaded the plush of your waist.
Levi closed his eyes, letting his senses fill with nothing but the music and you. Your bodies started to lightly sway back and forth to the tune, subtle and calming.
He’s never felt so full before.
There was absolutely nothing more he could ask for as he held you tight, feeling the comforting warmth of your breath against his neck. He listened to you faintly hum along, his heart damn near bursting at the seams at the compassionate way you loved on him.
“We can always dance together, just like we are now,” You whispered in his ear when the song ended, another slow one starting to replace it. “Still jealous?”
Levi pressed his lips against your temple, then let out a long exhale while letting his body fully relax— A foreign feeling that he didn’t start truly experiencing until your arrival in Marley.
You were sitting at the mess hall, hungrily eating the porridge(if you could call some oats boiled in water with some kind of diluted milk porridge). It tasted the same as usual, like nothing but you were too hungry to care. Beside you Eren stared with his mouth open, "Don't tell me you actually like that slop?" You shook you head, "I'm just exhausted after training today. "
Levi watched from the far end of the table where he sat with Hange and Miche. Levi ate to survive so he never really cared but even he agreed that it was not appealing. You looked tired, he could see that in your face, your eyes dull, and movements groggy. Yet you never complained, even though you had the right to after being here for so long. You needed some proper food, so did the rest, especially the young scouts who were still kids. The survey corps's rations were limited yet he knew those MPs ate meat almost everyday. Those pigs wouldn't last a day on these rations.
Levi also felt oddly jealous with how you interacted with Eren. Sure you remained as his superior, but he saw you teach him how to patch up a wound once. What if the brat were to catch feelings?
He saw you retreat to your quarters, Levi follow after eating, you worked under hange most of the time, so he didn't know you that well. Though he's observed you, and right now he knows you were running on nothing probably going to work again.
As he suspected you pulled out mission reports and let out a sigh as you saw the number of scouts lost.
"Oi!" He called out as if addressing a young scout. "Yes, Captain?" He crossed his arms. "You're still working, can't have you sleepy when training those brats." "Sorry Captain, I forgot to go through this in the morning." He stepped in slowly, not invading like he was asking for permission till he saw you walk to him. "Get some rest lieutenant, and dont coddle Jaeger too much." You smiled at him. "He's just a kid."
He scoffed "What did I just say?" "Alright, alright, but they all seem too young to be here." He frowned. "Thats not your worry."
"My worry is to make sure they make it."
Levi was silent for a bit, he then spoke. "So you'll run yourself dry? As if that saves anyone." Your eyebrows knit up in a frown that appeared more childish to him than intimidating. "Just, don't end up losing yourself." Then quieter. "The brats need you".
This drawing of levi is by Isayama I got it from Pinterest.
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Paring: Levi x Female Reader
Summary: One embrace has Levi questioning his everything.
Warnings: Fluff, a bit of Angst, Levi not knowing how to emote.
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When Levi saw you laughing so carefree with a young, male Scout who stood by your side, he didn't understand at first the emotion that churned restlessly within him. Suddenly it has him questioning if you ever laughed as much at the crude jokes he would share. Then that thought would be diminished just as quickly as it came.
He was humanity's strongest soldier; who cares if he's unfunny?
But he fails to realise, he suddenly cares because it's you.
Were you truly happy with someone like him?
He sees you grin widely, and then he sees your eyes shine. They are filled with joy, utter contentment... almost adoration. He fights the growing turmoil within him at the sight, the gnawing insecurity. Suddenly it has him questioning every look you sent his way.
Did you ever look at him like that?
Levi should know he was being stupid, that you sent him quiet gazes filled with utter love that had him never questioning. Yet he found himself forgetting every instance, every utterance of your devotion. Levi's grip tightens on the fork in his grasp, and suddenly his appetite diminishes.
Why were you not with him?
He hears your voice, usually so heavenly to his ears mingle with that of the man, and Levi feels sick to his stomach. He scarcely notices Hange's concerned stare on him as they sit opposite, looking between his dangerous gaze, and following it to you.
"Levi?"
Their voice is muffled in his head but it causes blunt irritation to run through him as he looks up briefly.
"What?"
His words are sharp, voice lost in his sudden agitation as Hange looks to him, gaze wide at his abrupt change in attitude. He had been just fine moments ago; moments before you left.
"Nothing but-"
Levi doesn't hear any more of Hange's words however as movement catches the corner of his eyes. He turns slowly but feels his heart constrict within him, at the sight of you.
You had pulled the man into a tight embrace.
Levi feels himself move abruptly, so much so it catches the attention of other Scouts who look up shocked at his sudden movement; the ominous look in his eyes. Levi is rigid as he stands from his seat and drops his fork to the table, now withered from his grip. Hange looks to the utensil in shock and then to him tentatively, dumbfounded at the seeming rage that now seeps from him, but before they can say anything he is off. Levi turns away from the scene of you and him.
Him.
If you wanted him, you could have him for all he cared.
Levi's mind paces with blatant irritation and resentment as he remembers the sight of you, warm arms tight around the male scout and tries to forget the pain that reaches his heart. Tries to forget all the hurt that now burdens him, he trusted you and yet your mere embrace felt like a betrayal; he thought he was the only one you would touch in that way. Levi didn't care if he was irrational; you were all he knew and he despised that he wasn't the one you looked to.
Jealousy.
He tried to push that word away, but it was clear in his form, he was strangled within it.
You, on the other hand, look in surprise at the sudden scene and absence Levi caused and wonder just what had gotten him to react so drastically. You had merely told him you would go to congratulate your cousin, a new member of the Scouts. He had seemed absentminded when you left, barely acknowledging your words as he flicked through pages of paperwork by his food but he had seemed fine nonetheless.
“What's wrong with him?"
You turn to your cousin rolling your eyes as he grins at you suggestively.
"Nothing's 'wrong' with him, he's probably just remembered some room he's gotta clean or something."
Your cousin laughs at that, before patting you on the shoulder.
“I still can't believe humanity's strongest is your boyfriend, didn't think anyone would take you to be honest but that's impressive."
You smack him lightly at his teasing words before you hear a chorus of voices behind him, realising it is his friends calling him over.
"Looks like you've gotta go anyway," you say as he grins before nodding.
"It was nice seeing you though, be safe."
He gives you a nod and a quick hug once again before he goes, his friends welcoming him back with shouts and yells.
You roll your eyes at the sight of rough comradery but smile. You couldn't believe it when you heard your cousin was going to join the Scouts. Honestly, it brought you anxiety and utter dread at the prospect of someone you were so close to, in proximity to so much danger; death. But you knew he had worked hard, and you knew he was just as devoted as you were. So, you were glad to see him well and hoped it would remain that way. You decide to turn back to Hange who looks at you as you approach.
"Hey, where did Levi go?"
You ask as Hange turns to the exit before they reply.
"Beats me, kinda just up and left."
You frown in confusion, at an utter loss as to what had happened as you sigh deeply.
"He kept looking over at you though, wonder if that had anything to do with it."
Hange grins at you as though they knew something you didn't but you shake your head, thinking it would be quicker to go find the man and ask him yourself. You quickly gather his paperwork and a plate of his untouched food and go to leave the dining hall. "I'll see you later Hange," you call out as they yell out in reply, you trying to find the traces of the man you so adored.
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When you open the door to your shared chambers, it is deathly quiet, and you frown further at that as you enter, trying to find his form, and you do. Levi is silent as you put down his things on a table. His eyes are far away and his form is taut, it made you hesitant but you decided to approach him anyway.
"Levi?"
His face is shrouded with an emotion you have yet to see on him. His form was rigid and tense, one of anger and fierce debate. You are lost in the puzzlement of his state but Levi is lost in his hurt and so he acts on it.
“Why are you here?”
You expected anger but you hear disappointment in its stead, and somehow it’s worse.
“What do you mean, why am I here? Why are you here? What happened?”
Levi thinks he hears concern in your words but then instantly diminishes his show of foolishness, his mind returning to the man you looked and laughed and embraced so keenly. He couldn't help but feel like you had somehow let him down.
He tastes bitterness and feels it fill his form, he doesn’t want to acknowledge the fact that you had him wrapped around your finger. He would scarcely admit it, but you were everything to him, and now you had him questioning his everything; you.
Because of him.
One man, one embrace, causing the unravelling of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier.
Levi felt stupid and yet he couldn't let it go.
“You should go back.”
Levi’s voice is low and harsh but you are still lost in your confusion.
“What?”
Levi looks sharply to you then and you are surprised to see his swift anger and the hurt he tries to desperately hide from you.
“That man, I see the way you look at him the way you touch him. Honestly [y/n], I didn't think you'd be one to-“
Levi cuts himself off in the rage that consumes him, his hands are tight but unbeknownst to him you had finally put the dots together.
Surely he couldn't mean...
“Wait Levi, him? You don’t mean my cousin do you?”
Levi looks up so quick you are almost startled by the intensity of his blank stare.
“Cousin?”
You can’t help it then, the lost look on his face, the blatant confusion of the whole scenario, you fall into a fit of laughter. Levi looks at you irritated but feels the weight lift off his chest slightly at your words in quiet hope. He glowers as you finally collect yourself in a breathless laugh.
“Yes Levi, I told you I was going to congratulate him, were you even listening?”
Levi is frozen in place as he feels utter mortification fill him to the brim.
Surely you can't be serious.
He had been caught within the depths of emotion, you had seen what a mere embrace would reduce him to.
You let out a teasing grin as you decide to approach him then, despite enjoying his rare show of vulnerability, you know it was an honest and rather unpleasant misunderstanding. Especially to Levi who finds it hard to trust so willingly in the first place; to admit himself to love.
“You didn’t think I’d get rid of you that easily did you?”
Levi’s face flushes red at your words as he tries to turn away but you see the ends of his blush reach his ears.
“Shut up damned brat,” he growls but you laugh at his words and turn him back to you.
He tries to avoid your prying hands but his limbs go slack as you push your head to his chest wrapping your warm arms around his torso. Levi reacts hesitantly but finally responds and feels the relief of you with him; only him. You stand for several moments as you relish the warmth of him, and the rare acceptance of such straight-forward affection. But, you just have to ruin the moment as you look up to him from within his embrace and grin.
“I can’t believe the Levi Ackerman was jealous.”
Nonetheless, Levi instantly released you of his form as he snatched up his paperwork and plate of food walking past you to the dining hall once more. You would follow him then, apologising half-heartedly but always treasuring the moment you saw Levi’s not-so-silent jealousy.
What's with that guy? | Wishing for Your Happiness
contents: just levi scaring someone
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After the beers arrived, you immediately took a sip, feeling instantly refreshed. You glanced at Levi, who sat quietly drinking beside you.
"Are you okay?" you asked him, and he looked at you.
"Why are you asking that?"
"Well, you don't look like you enjoy being here," you said.
"Obviously."
"That's why I said earlier that I can take care of myself."
"Just drink your beer, and we'll go home after you've had your fill," he said, ignoring your words.
You don't want to argue with him right now so you just continue drinking until you feel like you're finally drunk.
"Hi, pretty lady," you heard a voice say, so you turned to look at the guy. He flashed a smile at you, but it quickly morphed into wide-eyed fear.
"Sorry... Didn't know you're with your boyfriend," he stammered, then hurriedly shuffled away, leaving you thoroughly confused.
Levi was still glaring at the guy, who was now sprinting away in panic. His expression returned to its usual stoic look once he noticed you staring at him.
"What's with that guy?"
"I don't know," he replied, as if he hadn't just scared the man off with a single glare.
Currently sitting at my doctors office while going through my drafts, found this, essentially this was my original idea: Levi lovingly rawdogging Runa while he pulls at her hair a little and kisses her, but then confesses he doesn’t like it when she sleeps at Erwin’s office or when she disappears on him or basically when she’s with another man because she’s his.
