#levi sfw

[captainleviswifee]

I don't have many arts of Eve and Levi and I'm happy to share another one to you guys 🫶🥹 I'm happy with this art too as this is the closest I've drawn to Levi. I think I've improved with the coloring too! Here's a short fic for this scene! 🍷🗡️

Tags: SFW, normal interactions, slight fluff, just a scene, OC, a bit taller Eldian OC.

Levi was walking back to report to the office after finishing his patrol shift. The snow had begun falling. For a moment, he stopped in his steps as he watched the small cold fluffs fall on the vast field of the headquarters. Small little whites and some ice accumulate on the pine tree leaves and dry barren branches of the trees. Painting the view white underneath a pale sky. He’d only heard of this scene from the visiting patrons of the brothel as a child. But most of the tales he’s heard were from his friend Isabel. Now that he’s seen it himself, he somewhat acknowledges all that excitement from his old friend who wanted to play in the snow. It is a beautiful sight after all.

Just as he was about to continue walking, he heard approaching footsteps. “Levi!” He turns to find Eve's familiar hazel gaze. She approaches him with a folded dark jacket in her hands. While wearing a similar one herself. “We were just distributing the jacket with a new insulating technology. I was wondering if you got yours already.”

“Thanks,” Levi nods accepting the jacket. “Haven’t gotten one yet.” He unfolded the jacket and wore it, zipping it close. Noticing the fit, Eve leans down to fix Levi’s jacket, “This is your first time experiencing this much snow right?” “Yeah, the Underground City doesn’t really get much snow. It’s too damn cold. I was not prepared for it.” After she’s done she smiles and asks him. “Warm enough?” Levi looks at her, appreciating her gesture. As he feels the fabric on his body, it does feel a bit warmer now. “Yeah, thanks.” He nods appreciatively.

“Are you doing anything right now or are you still tasked on patrol duty?” Eve asks putting her hands on her pockets. Levi looks around the vast field now painted with a thin layer of white cold. “No, I’m done with the patrol for today. Was just about to report back.” Eve smiles, “I still have a lot of these jackets to distribute. With this many soldiers getting sick, we lack staff.” “Tch, not surprised. I suppose I have free time. I’ll help out.” He tucks his hands in his pocket. He then adds, “How many of these jackets do you still have to distribute?”

[levi-erwin-hangexreader]

Levi + Hange Love Languages

SFW

Style: Head Canons

TW: None<3 Just sweet fluff!

The term love language refers to the way that a person prefers to express love to—and receive it from—a partner.

Acts of service: Performing actions that make your partner feel loved and appreciated, such as helping with chores or doing errands without being asked to.

Gifts: Giving thoughtful presents to your partner.

Quality time: Spending time with your partner and giving them undivided attention.

Words of affirmation: Giving your partner compliments and telling them how much you care about them.

Physical touch: Kissing, hugging, or holding hands with your partner.

LEVI ACKERMAN

Receiving

GIFTS - Levi is a saver ofc but he grew up very in poverty and didn't get any gift or very many toys in his childhood/young adult life. So when you give him something you spent time and money to get him something nice he MELTS. Like the fact that you were willing to spend money on him makes his inner child SOB.

Giving

ACTS OF SERVICE - IK You’re are so shocked with that one. But seriously Levi sucks at words and much rather show his love by making you tea, cleaning up for you, cooking, stocking your fridge, taking the trash out, driving you places, brushing your hair/helping you style it/wash it, back massages- you you get the idea.

HANGE ZOE

Receiving

PHYSICAL TOUCH- Hange just loves loves being close to you and loved on. Nothing makes them feel better and loved then you grabbing their hand, kissing them or hugging them randomly through out the day. It has Hange on the floor for you.

Giving

PHYSICAL TOUCH- Again, Hange loves being close to you. They have a tendency of being a bit clingy but they just can’t help it! They often trap you in their arms in the mornings when your trying to leave for work/school or always having their hand on your hips or waist, holding you close to them.

[thephantomtheory]

Earl Grey, Lavender, and a Bow | Levi x Reader

notes: alright... i'm back after a mini hiatus for my love's birthday. here's a lil drabble.

content: levi x reader, canonverse ig? just you being sweet for levi's birthday xx

cw: sfw, but really mild mentions of grief/loss if you squint

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Levi never knew how you learned his birthday. He’d managed to keep that information unwaveringly private, despite Hange’s desperate attempts and sleepless nights wildly digging through archives to uncover it. He suspected that, perhaps Erwin knew, but if so, never said a word, which went much appreciated by Levi.

Levi’s birthday was something he’d rather not acknowledge. He never did like a fuss, or an excess of attention, or spirited social gatherings. He didn’t see the point in celebrating another year while so many of his comrades would not… could not…

In fact, the first year he’d known you, he’d honestly forgotten about the occasion himself. It was a quiet day and frigidly cold, as it always was that time of year. The sun set early, pale orange and icy blue hues loosely sinking beneath the edge of the Walls, the remaining faded light sparkling over the new layer of snow.

It crunched like muffled sighs underneath his shoes as he walked back to Headquarters from the local tea shop. He’d restocked on Earl Grey and crushed lavender, but he’d been hoping to find a rare blend, black and earthy leaves specific to the season, but unfortunately left empty-handed.

The wind picked up and Levi pulled his scarf tighter around him. Three young children threw snowballs at each other in the middle of the street, their cheeks pinched rosy from the cold, while their laughter swelled innocently and bright into the evening. It was simple. But it was everything. He walked on.

By the time he made it back to Headquarters he had buried his nose into his scarf and his black hair was decorated with a white dusting of flurried snowflakes. The building was more quiet than usual, as everyone had a few weeks off and whoever had families went to spend time with them. Of course, there were many members who had learned to make a family out of their fellow soldiers, including a select few from Levi’s own squad, and they milled about in the dining commons while Levi passed by as a shadow, on his way back to his office to prepare for tea with you, a nightly routine that the two of you had fallen into much like snowflakes fall to the earth; effortless and weightless, but falling nonetheless.

He unlocked the door to his office, leaning back against it until it clicked closed, sighed. He unwrapped his scarf from around him, peeled off his mittens and placed them neatly on his desk, setting his coat on the back of his chair. He went to light the fire and then began to prepare the tea. He turned again to his desk, where he’d left his packages, and spotted something red just on the corner.

He blinked. A subtle red bow. Atop a grey-blue tin box. Right next to his mittens. How did he miss this?

Levi picked it up, analyzed the print on the front of the box, and realized it was the tea he was unable to find earlier.

He ran his thumb over the velvet of the bow, and then he remembered.

He felt the soft fabric under his skin. And then he realized.

He didn’t have to ask who’d left it. Just the other week, he’d mentioned he was looking for this tea during one of your late night conversations. And you always listened.

Not much later you were sat across from him, sipping the tea he’d just poured for you. You brought the cup to your lips, tasting, and mused,

“Mm, new blend?”

“Just got it today.”

“It’s nice.”

The fire crackled beside you. He eyed you.

“How’d you know?”

You smiled into your cup.

“Know what?”

A small grin pulled at the corners of his lips, which he hid as he sipped.

“Brat…

Thank you.”

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[midnight-syren-song]

'Is this okay?’ (Levi Ackerman)

A/N: *Shy wave* Hi! So I’m new to Tumblr, and new to writing fanfics. Tbh it feels a bit scary but I figured it’s the funnest way to get rid of my writers block, plus me and my obsessive personality have recently discovered AoT and Levi Ackerman crawled from the Underground straight into my heart so I decided to give this a try. Please be gentle with me...and if you have any tips/feedbacks please let me know!

No beta we die like men

Summary: During the celebrations before retaking Wall Maria the great Captain Levi realized that all it took to destroy him was the combination of alcohol, you and a few innocent touches.

ITALICS are for thoughts ;) PS: I stan a touch deprived Levi.

Tags/Warnings: SFW- language mostly, 

You’d been drinking. Not a lot, but between the cups of ale you’d had with his Squad and whatever was in that strange brew Hange had given you, he’d noticed you had a lovely drunk blush on your cheeks. Oh yes! He’d noticed, he’d been noticing you all night. How your laughter was a little bit louder, your eyes a little brighter, and especially the way your hips swayed a little bit more. There was a lightness to you tonight that seemed so free. It was magnetic. 

Like a true social butterfly, you were mingling with everyone, floating through the room dancing with people, starting a million conversations with strangers, sharing inside jokes with friends. It was a side of you he’d never seen before and would be lying if he didn’t find it refreshing and endearing. Especially when every so often he’d see you scanning the room and asking for him. 

It was a not so well kept secret that the great Captain Levi had a soft spot for you, and you for him. Everyone knew, but nobody spoke of it (not even Hange). 

The truth is you were a medic, a good one, and that fascinated him. Over the past five years, you’d been this strange constant in his life. Levi had lost count of the number of times he’d seen you practically go through hell and back again to save someone from certain death armed with nothing but your stubbornness, and WALLS did he not find your blood-soaked, disheveled appearance fucking desirable when you succeeded and flashed him a proud demonic smile (’See Captain, a little faith goes a long fucking way’).

Between missions, meetings and the occasional midnight cup of tea, the conversations became more personal and it gave Levi the chance to get to know you.  All of those moments added up, and soon without even trying you became someone important to him, someone who took up way too much space in his thoughts.  

Levi knew you felt the same, but for so long no lines were ever crossed. 

‘There you are, Levi!’ Your voice boomed.

Until today.

He turned to see you running to him, bright-eyed and with your hair flying all over the place lose from its standard braid. Waving one arm at him, and a bottle (that looked suspiciously like whatever disgusting drink Hange had been offering) in the other.

‘I’ve been looking EVERYWHERE for you!’ You gasped out of breath. 

‘Well, you’ve found me.’ He responded dully taking note of how your blouse had become a bit undone.

‘What are you doing here all alone, Levi?’ 

‘You always drop my title when you drink.’ He thought. ‘I wonder if you’re aware you only do that with me.’

‘Needed the fresh air. All of those fucking drunks acting like pigs were giving me a migraine.’

‘Hey! I was one of those said pigs,’ you giggled flashing the bottle, ‘and since you reek of boredom I would like to propose you come get fucking drunk with me! I found a really cool spot I want to take you and BEFORE you start with excuses, I will NOT take no for answer. You’ve been dodging me all night, don’t think I didn’t notice.’

He sighed, pretending to give in and a few moments later he found himself on a rooftop looking at the stars sharing a bottle of some questionable alcohol with you.

‘The sky is pretty clear tonight, maybe we’ll see a shooting star.’ You voiced out loud as you passed him the bottle after taking a generous swing.

‘Hm.’

‘If we see one, what would you wish for?’

‘Better booze.’ Levi said as he took a sip of the bottle, absolutely not thinking about how your lips had been on it a few seconds ago. Plumb lips. Tempting lips. ‘This is revolting.’

‘It is, but it was the only thing I could sneak out.’

‘Probably because nobody else wanted it.’

‘True, but at least the alcohol in it is strong enough to disinfect anything it comes in touch with. I have only your best interests at heart.’ 

Levi’s lips twitched at that, and when he turned to hand you the bottle back he realized that you were sitting close to him. Very close. The tips of your hair brushing his shoulder with the light breeze.

Levi coughed looking away (but not moving away). ‘What would you wish for?’

‘For this night to not have to end.’ 

‘How romantic of you.’

‘Levi...’ You whispered, ‘I don’t want tomorrow to come.’

‘It still will though.’

‘Yeah... it still will.’

Silence fell over the both of you, but despite it being comfortable Levi was trying to think of ways to make you feel comforted not comfortable. 

‘I know what you're trying to say. I wish I could promise you what you want me to promise you. I wish I could promise you everything will be alright.’ he thought. ‘Jesus you’re terrible at this.’ 

That’s when he felt it, the tip of your pinky brushing lightly over his.

Levi’s heart stopped when he felt the light contact of the pad of your fingertip ghosting over his. When it didn’t move he decided not to pay any mind to it bitterly thinking, ‘It’s nothing...an accident.’ 

But after a few seconds---27 to be exact, your pinky moved again. Again! Only this time it wasn’t an ‘accidental brush’. No, this time your pinky moved more deliberately, over his, caressing the top of his, one, two, three...four times! Before coming to a stop, more firmly than before. The hairs on his arms and back of the neck stood up almost painfully as blood rushed to his ears. 

‘Is this okay?’

He could barely hear you over the sound of his own heartbeat.

‘yes.’

And then you curled your finger around his and squeezed.

All of a sudden Levi was acutely aware of every inch of his skin, and how you set it on fire. His heart was beating strongly in his chest and the thought that you could hear it through the silence  was terrified him.  Choosing to focus instead on how the air around the both of you thickened, Levi momentarily questioned if he’d forgotten how to breathe.

But he wasn’t just aware of himself...no. He was also incredibly aware of YOU!  Grey eyes drifted to you wondering if you were as affected by this as him. If you were crumbling for him the way he was for you. If he’s breaking you the way you’re breaking him.

Levi knew you had a talent for sheltering your emotions behind a mask, but he needed to know...

‘Is your heart beating as fast as mine?’

...so very slowly, careful not to release your finger, he maneuvered his hand slightly under yours. And after making you wait 28 seconds traced his index finger on the inside of your wrist...one, two, three, four times before coming to a stop. Right where he felt your heartbeat... 

...Beating as fast as a hummingbird. He smirked...you were his victim as much as he was yours.

‘Is this okay?’ 

‘Y-yes.’

Suddenly all the lines you never crossed were erased with the whisper of a single syllable. You both turned towards each other and locked eyes, saying with no words what you hadn’t said in five years.

In a strange type of standoff you both waited to see what the other would do. Empowered by liquid courage and years of frustration, you raised you free hand towards him slowly watching as he leaned towards it but pausing before reaching its desired destination.

‘Is this okay?’ You teased

Cheeky minx, ‘Yes.’

You rested the palm of your hand on his jaw and caressed his cheek with your thumb making him close his eyes and lean into your touch.

‘You’re so soft, so warm.’

This was new found territory, but you’d been fantasizing about it for years and you’d be damned if you didn’t get to explore it. Fuelled by the power of holding Humanity’s Strongest in the palm of your hand, you traced the contours of his jaw. Lightly scratching his skin before reaching his undercut and leaving your hand them there with a final slightly harsher scratch.

‘FUCK!’ Levi yelled in his mind.

You’d slammed the air right out of his lungs, and if he wasn’t melting under your ministrations he might have felt ashamed at how easy you had him wrapped around your delicious fingers.

His eyes opened, only to be faced with your victorious smirk. Because of course you knew exactly what you were doing, of course you were perfectly aware of the effect you had on him.

‘Brat!’ he joked. 'Two can play at this game.’

Mirroring your movements from before he raised his hand towards your face, only to stop.

‘Is this okay?’ He teased.

You laughed, and played along making a show of presenting your face, ‘Yes.’

When his calloused hands touched your face he watched as you reacted with a full body shudder.

‘Yes!’ He mentally hissed, feeling like he finally had the upper hand over you.

Just as you did before to him, he brushed his thumb over your cheek. You looked absolutely radiant to him, eyes half shut and you lips, those tempting lips, slightly parted because of him. 

In an act of self indulgence Levi swiped his thumb over your bottom lip, and noticed your instant reaction. The way your eyes opened slightly at the same time you took in a sharp breath. How your pupils blew open with desire, and a new bright blush covered your cheeks, ears and neck. He smirks triumphantly as he begins to lean into you slowly. Taking in all of your features and burning this moment into the back of his mind. Just as his lips are ghosting over yours Levi stops.

‘Is this okay?’ He whispers, and you can feel the edge of his lips brushing over yours as he speaks every word.

Your eyes lock on his, all the teasing from before is gone as you whisper back ‘Yes!’

Without wasting a single second his lips pressed strongly into yours. The desire and frustration he’d been bottling in for ages exploded, and for the first time in a long time Levi felt true joy at just giving in.

‘More.’ He needed more of you, more of your lips, your touch, your heat...anything you could give him. He just needed more!

The hand that was anchoring you head pushed you closer as his lips continued to tease yours. Nibbling over your bottom lip he silently asked for permission, which you gladly gave him by parting your lips. Levi wasted to time and dove in to taste you, groaning softly as soon as his tongue touched yours.

‘Delicious!’ just like he knew you’d be, even better. You tasted sweet, like spring and he was sure he could spend an infinity tasting your lips and never get tire.

His second hand began exploring the rest of you as your lips melted together. Starting at the swell of your hip, he squeezed at your flesh over your clothes making you moan into his mouth. That made Levi veeeeeery happy. Curious about what other reactions he could coach out of you, his hand continues travelling over your body. Touching, scratching, caressing, grabbing whatever he could, and you were so goddamn responsive that it just made him even more bold. He was living for your whimpers, moans and sighs, not really realizing that for every sound you gave him, he was returning one back.

It was thrilling. 

At some point you tried to return the favor, but he stopped you. Tonight was about you, maybe you can find the comfort he couldn’t give you with words in his touch. Besides he was very certain that if he let you touch him, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back.

There was so much he was dying to do to you, things that would really give you a reason to blush. In his mind Levi vowed to make sure you both returned safe and sound. He vowed to give you more moments like this, to give you the time you needed for him to treat you the way you deserved. To explore each other without inhibitions. Levi vowed in silence, that this kiss would be the first of many.

This night might come to an end, but to Levi it marked the beginning of something with you. With that thought in mind, he gave himself into the night, into the kiss... into you.

‘I’m yours.’

[levi-erwin-hangexreader]

They Little Things Are what Count

or the small(Some not so small but oh well) things levi and hange show their love to their s/o (separate)

Levi x Reader // Hange x Reader SFW

Style // HeadCanons

Hange Zoe ☆彡

Will learn about your hobbies, to impress you. Even if they hate it or it takes forever to learn about. Will shamelessly stare at you, "Hange, your staring" "Okay? and? beauty is to admire, baby" Hange will draw cute little draws/notes on sticky notes all over the house whenever they have to be gone for a few days. Hange picks up on every little thing you love, they might even have a little journal of things you love because they can be forgetful If you are stressed over something, you will find that your fridge is fully stoked even though you can't even remember the last time you went to the store. Will send you random little texts about the things they love about you whenever the two of you are apart.

Levi Ackerman *:･ﾟ✧

He will just clean your home/room for the heck of it and if you ask he'll denied that he did it,

Will randomly come up behind you and just rub your shoulders, stressed or not.

Drives you everywhere, and even though he hates driving he trusts himself more than he trusts you when it comes to driving and doesn't want to you get hurt. (Also who doesn't like being a passenger princess) You will never wake up without tea or coffee next to you when Levi is around and it is somehow never cold nor too hot. Like Hange, He stares a lot but he is shyer about it and will blush hardcore if you catch him. Will match with you whenever you go out together,

[levi-erwin-hangexreader]

Welcome back! Loving your writings! May I request hc for Levi and hange for two things? Their ideal types and what type of art/craft they would be into making (e.g pottery, painting embroidery etc.). Thank you so much🌷💕

Hello!! So Happy you enjoy my work. I am going to split this in to parts since the ask as two diff hcs&lt;3

Hange Zoe and Levi Ackerman's Types 🌑

SFW

Style - Headcanons

Hange Zoe

Someone. who. listens. They don't even need you to ask or understand but someone who can listen to them as they ramble on and on. They are very used to people grumbling and rolling their eyes at their words but it doesn't mean it doesnt stings a little every time it happens. So if you listen to them with a small smile or just showing interest, listening into what they are talking about they might just marry you on the spot

Someone who is a tad bit more clam, they (even if they will never say it) need someone who is able to calm them down and is just calmer then they are.

Someone who is willing to take a few risks, you only live once and Hange doesn't want to fall the rule all the time and enjoy taking a few (safe) risk. And it's even better with someone they are in love with.

Levi Ackerman

Someone who is understanding and patient. Levi isn't able to talk about the things he feels and it's a slow and hard process to fully trust someone. But trust me once he gets to that point there is no getting out.

Someone who is okay with rambling and also able to sit in silence for a few hours. Sometimes Levi needs to just hear the voice of someone he loves when his mind gets too loud but sometimes he needs to just sit with you in silence as he tries to work out everything that happens in his mind.

Someone who okay with not going out all of the time, he isn't a big fan of leaving is little home and would rather be together alone then around people who he doesn't know and trust. But at the same time he needs someone who can slowly help him get out of his comfort zone.

[thephantomtheory]

Try | Levi Ackerman x fem!Reader

summary: You can't sleep and decide to go for a midnight walk, when you run into Captain Levi and the tension between you two finally becomes more than either of you can handle. | set in canonverse | 4.5k words

notes: I wrote this based on Season 2 of Attack on Titan, with a few additions for my own plot?? ig?? idk it's a bit wordy in the beginning, sorry! Also, please note that there is a part that was taken specifically taken from the movie "Doukyuusei.", when Levi is teasing you by lightly touching on your back. It may vary slightly, but I take no credit for it. This entire piece was based off that one scene and I wrote it for fun and decided to keep it in, but in no way is it mine. The rest is my own writing. And for this piece, every character is of age to consent. 18+. 

cw: implied sexual content, light angst, reader is fem-bodied

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You didn’t risk moving until everyone’s breathing had steadied, their deep breaths finding unity in slumber. With your head resting gently on your pillow, you listened for any sign of conscious stirring; a blanket being pulled from a body, the bare pads of feet making an attempt to stay quiet as they hit the floor, but no such sound occurred. From what you could tell, your comrades had finally drifted off to sleep.

You rested on your back, head softened to your pillow, and stared up into the ceiling as if it might give way and open up to the stars above. Instead, it stared back at you, stubborn and unyielding. You let yourself stay like this for a few moments, letting the calm of night wash over you, wondering how unusual it feels to be so still after days of training, and planning, and fighting. How comforting is it, though, to know that at least in these moments, when night falls, everything is swept over in a calm and your friends can rest. The world allows them this time, which is slow and silent like the compressed sound of snow in winter.

You sighed and pulled yourself up to sit on the edge of your cot, where you silently pulled on your boots and laced them. The moon’s light filtered through the windows and broke into soft beams that fell lightly across the floor, guiding your way to the door. An early fall chill snuck in through a crack in the window and a shiver ran down your spine, so you grabbed your green cloak hanging from the foot of your bed and threw it around you before turning once more to check that Mikasa and Sasha were still sound asleep. You doubt Sasha knew of your nightly disappearances, and if Mikasa did, she didn’t say anything.

You slipped through your door, cautious to keep it from creaking, and stepped into the hallway. With the bedroom door closed carefully behind you, you pulled your hood up over your head and crept silently through the corridors. The lamps along the wall flickered as they died down, causing the dim light in the hallway to pulse along with them, like the walls and light were breathing as one. But the low light didn’t frighten you, in fact, you were much too used to it. When once darkness like this had made you feel trapped, here it was a pleasant comfort.

Your fingertips grazed lazily along the stone wall as you made your way towards the library, a hidden gem within the castle which you were sure was only used by Hange and yourself. Your thoughts wandered to the philosophy textbook you had found the previous night, with the red binding and gilt-edge pages. You left a few scrap pieces of parchment tucked in the cover, for notes of course, and you thought of the pen and ink sitting on the desk by the third window from the right, where the view of the landscape was the best and you could study in peace.

Suddenly, you were torn from your thoughts. Another pair of footsteps had fallen into place behind you, footsteps you recognized as Captain Levi’s.

You froze in your place and steadied your breathing as you assessed the situation. It was not uncommon for Captain Levi to be out in the castle corridors at night; from what you knew, he hardly ever slept. But you weren’t supposed to be wandering the halls at night. You knew this. And so did he.

His footsteps ceased with yours.

“Y/L/N.” He called.

You knew better than to hesitate. Without a sound, you turned in place and pulled your hood from your head, exposing yourself to his gaze.

Captain Levi was some feet ahead of you; the low lamp light danced in orange licks across his black hair, angling his already defined features, sharpening his jaw and drawing a line from his chin down to the knot in the center of his neck, contouring the muscles and tendons that stretched from just behind his jawbone.

You felt your heart rate pick-up, and you were quick to hide it.

“Captain.” You acknowledged him, your voice feeling unnaturally raw as it bounced through the empty corridor. Suddenly, you were very aware of your bare legs; when you’d left you had only been in your shorts. Underneath your cloak, you simply wore a tank top.

Levi considered you for a moment and took a few steps closer. As always, he was impossibly hard to read. Two can play at this game.

“The library again?” Levi mused flatly. He knew of these trips, he caught you there once before.

“I’m sorry, Captain. I’ll head back to my room.” You replied unwavering.

You switched your gaze downward, letting your hair fall forward to cover your face, and began to make your way past him, but just as you were in line with him, his hand fell atop your left shoulder, the sudden presence of it making you pause. You flipped your eyes upwards towards him while he gazed straight ahead. It wasn’t until he spoke that he looked at you, his steel grey eyes almost blue in the light. You couldn’t be sure, but you almost caught a glimpse of something flash across them. As quickly as it came it was gone.

The empty second in which he stopped you to which he spoke was filled with a still tension that you couldn’t quite describe. It felt as if the whole world had held its breath, and in that moment all you could think about was how close the two of you were, closer than you thought you'd ever been before.

“Come with me. Since you’re up we might as well discuss our plans for tomorrow.” Levi dropped his hand from your shoulder and began walking in the direction of his office. There was a ghost on the bone where his hand once was. A chill ran down your spine from its absence.

You turned and followed your Captain; he was already a few paces ahead of you, so you trailed behind him just a bit, not too close but never too far. His stature gave nothing away, his shoulders slack and indifferent from the lull of night, his steps even and undisturbed.

“Tomorrow?” You asked.

“Yes. While your fellow recruits are here preparing for our next mission, I’ll need your help in the city tomorrow.”

Your thoughts ran over the possibilities of why Levi would need you. He was impressed with your abilities, that you knew, but you wondered what he needed them for. Just as you were about to inquire, you came upon the door to his office, which he swiftly unlocked and stepped into.

You followed and stood in the doorway while he lit the room one lamp at a time, providing more light than what was given in the corridors. You watched in silence as he lit the match, a sudden spark of orange flitted between his thumb and index finger, burning large and shrinking into itself; Levi brought it up to light the last lamp, the flush of the flame washing over his face until he turned away.

“Come in.” He said without regarding you. It was a command, but the way he said it felt more like an invitation. You closed the door behind you and stepped nearer to his desk where Levi was now half-seated on top, cloaked in his usual apathetic demeanor. His head angled away from you, exposing the edge of his jaw just below his ear, your eyes trailed from it down his neck to his collar bone, which was now partly visible; with the top button of his shirt undone, the collar fell looser around his neck and his white cravat fell lower than normal.

“There’s a priest I’ll be questioning in the city tomorrow.” Levi began and your eyes snapped upwards. He was staring into one of the flames from a torch. Maybe you were wrong, but it felt like he was purposefully avoiding your gaze. “Your ability to read people and your observational skills are, in no doubt, impressive. I’d like you to be with me while I question him, and you will report to me on what you believe I might have missed. On the other hand, I have reason to believe he’ll have men watching our every move. I trust you’ll be able to find the position of each one in case it gets ugly.”

“Yes, sir.” You accepted. “May I ask what information you’re looking to get from him?”

“I expect he will tell us what we already know about the Reiss family, what Erwin and I hope to understand is how much. The most important part is understanding just how many men he has protecting him; that part falls to you. We need to know how deep this runs.”

“Understood.”

“It will be dangerous.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at this. “Everything we do is dangerous, Captain.”

At this, Levi finally turned his eyes to you, and they locked onto yours with an unsuspecting intensity behind them. Your breath caught in your throat as his gaze seemed to search for something within you. You could do nothing but let him. In a world where you had spent so much time shutting others out, you couldn’t help but want to let him in. 

Seeming to come back into himself, he stood and strode softly towards you while he eyed the scratch on your cheek. Instinctively you stepped backwards until your back collided with the wall. The air in the room stalled. The world beyond his office ceased to exist. The only two beings were him and you.

Levi drew so close that you could feel his chest as it rose with each passing breath. With all the people you had watched lose this ability, in this moment it was a startling reminder of the life you both still had. For a moment, the thought of Levi’s still chest flashed through your mind, and you almost reached out to cling onto his shirt, to press your ear to his heart just to hear it thump, thump, thump. Almost.

But then, you felt his thumb brush lightly over the wound on your cheek, the raw flesh stinging as he touched it. You had to steady your breathing for fear of suffocating. There were just mere inches between you now. You looked up at him while his eyes studied the scratch in your skin.

“You could have died.” Levi said disapprovingly, quieter now that he was close. You knew what he was referencing. You had risked yourself to save a comrade’s life. It was only your skill that allowed you to survive, otherwise you were lucky to have returned with a simple scratch upon your cheek.

“You would have done the same.” You assured him, matching his tone.

“Tch. Are you all so desperate to throw your life away?”

“Was I supposed to do nothing? I won’t let someone die if I can help it.”

Levi now looked right into your eyes. Of all the men who had been this close to you, none of them looked at you they Levi did right then, none of them touched you so delicately the way Levi did right then, and perhaps that’s why you decided to trust him, when trusting others of his kind had always been so hard.

As an outsider looking in, any of the other Scouts may not have seen a difference, but you felt like you could read the change behind his eyes. His hand did not leave your cheek, instead he used it to draw you closer to him, his head dipped down while your chin tilted upwards. His lips were so available the hunger almost ate you up from the inside out. At such close range, you could take in how pink and soft they looked, such a stark contrast to the expression he perpetually wears.

“Promise me you won’t die.” His request caught you off guard. His voice was raw, like he was forcing the words out through a lump in his throat. When you didn’t respond, his thumb grazed your temple and brushed your hair back behind your ear. You softened at his touch.

“I can’t promise you that.” You responded with the same lump in your throat.

“Promise me.”

“Why?” Your voice was barely above a whisper now, his eyes hard and intense on yours.

“Because if you don’t I can’t…”

You tilted your head in question as his words trailed off.

“Promise me.” Levi said again, the space between you closing with every word.

“I can’t.”

 “Try.”

And then his lips were on yours, warm and soft and desperate. Levi’s hand tangled in your hair, not forcefully, but with a vulnerability like he was confirming that you were really there. His other was steading himself against the wall.

Your breath hitched in your throat, heart pounding in your chest as he kissed you lightly; his lips playing sweetly between yours. Every other thought in your mind came to a swift halt as you lost yourself to the sensation of Levi’s affections. You felt more vulnerable than you had ever thought you’d let yourself; you were melting like warm honey dribbling over silk cloth, and your hand found its way to his chest where you could feel the warmth of his body in its entirety. His muscles were of hills carved into landscapes that you had yet to see; you could feel them flexing so effortlessly. Your fingers drew their way gently over his shirt until they were finally met with thump, thump, thump. Undeniably alive. Undeniably present.

It was then that you kissed him back with an utmost hunger. Whereas before he was gentle with your lips, your hands gripped onto the cloth of his shirt, giving him permission to press himself closer to you, and he deepened your kiss with an untamed passion.

Your hand snaked up towards Levi’s collarbones, where you traced their line lightly with your thumb, following their path up the side of his neck; you felt him stretch to expose it more for you, accidentally breaking the kiss. He took the opportunity to press his lips to your cheek, trailing kisses across your jaw and up to your ear. You lifted your chin for him, your eyes half-open as you struggled to suppress the whimper rising in your throat.

Your fingertips grazed the edge of his jaw and without thinking you gave in to your impulses and planted your lips firmly against it, parting your lips slightly to suck gently at his skin, feeling this area out with your mouth. All the nights you had fantasized about this beautifully sculpted spot, the days you spent studying the angle at which it caught the sun, and finally you could taste its brilliance.

Levi groaned low and throaty in your ear; a sound you were sure slipped through his control. While his left hand was still supporting him on the wall, his other dropped benevolently at your waist. The intimate movement caught you off guard, and you drew a sharp breath in and instinctively flinched away from his touch.

Levi drew back, his unmoving eyes flicked concern. You stood, back against the wall to keep you steady, while you tried to shake the memories from your mind. You attempted to bring yourself back to the present. Hard stone floor. Cold wall against your palm.  Window across the room. A shiver chilling your bare legs. A mahogany desk aglow in dim firelight.

Levi. His posture stiff. His eyes fixed on you. His face awash in the dreary haze of night.

“I’m sorry if I –”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” You interrupted him.

Levi was silent for a moment, his expression ever hard to read. He glanced to the side.

“It was inappropriate of me to –”

“Do you regret it?” You asked.

Levi’s eyes snapped to yours. His jaw tensed while he considered your words. Even under your gaze, stubborn and unwavering, he couldn’t help but notice how your eyelids still curved slightly; how sad they looked behind the wall you put up. Your eyes were glass to him, and they were breaking under the weight of your past. From the others you hid that sadness well, from him, it was impossible. His jaw relaxed.

“No.” Levi replied firmly, and he tilted his head, his voice irritatingly calm, when he asked, “Do you?”

“No.”

Even in hushed voices, every word felt full in the quiet of the castle.

Slowly, you stepped out towards him. Levi watched you without a word. You tilted your chin upwards, the space between you threatening to close, and brought the tip of your index finger to brush lightly against his bottom lip. His eyes lay low and lustful on you while you admired him. You could feel your Captain attempting to steady his breathing. He was failing.

Your hand felt its way up to his cheek, gliding over the softness of his skin, and finally you met his grey eyes. Levi placed his hand atop yours and pressed your palm tenderly against cheek, letting his eyes fall closed for a moment. It then occurred to you that this was the first time his hands had graced yours. His palm was softer than you imagined, calloused from his gear, but not quite rough. Even through this light touch, you could feel the strength in his fingers, his knuckles and tendons carved like marble from the light. He brought his forehead to yours.

“You can tell me to stop.” Levi uttered. “I’ll obey.”

You gave a small nod. You knew.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You’re not.” You whispered. The air suddenly tasted like dark chocolate, too rich for voices.

“I’m - I've never - ”

 “I know.”

This time it was you who kissed him. Your heart leapt in your chest as you did so and you feared you’d never grow accustomed to the warmth of his lips; the wetness that spread over them while he kissed you, the pure velvet feel of them massaging yours, wanting you and only you.

He leaned into you, moving his lips deliberately slow against yours. Your hands snaked into his hair and tugged lightly, willing him to stop teasing you. You felt him smirk into the kiss.

“Brat,” He growled. “So impatient.” In one swift motion his strong arms lifted you and he turned to seat you atop his desk where he ferociously took your mouth in his. He leaned over you, his chest pressing against yours, his hand on the small of your back while his other kept him upright on the surface of his desk, beautifully crafted muscles flexing in all their glory. Your fingernails dug gently into the back of his neck, your legs instinctively spreading to accommodate him.

Steadily, you brought your hand up to the neck of your cloak. When he felt you moving under him, Levi drew back, studying your features with a quiet fervor and his eyes fell to your fingers laying over the clasp. Eyes on his, you undid the fastener and let the smooth cloth of your wings glide down from your shoulders, exposing your chest, the curve of your breasts peeking over the cut of your tank top.

Levi hummed low and shut his eyes, slowing his breath, and touched his forehead to yours once again. You let your eyes fall closed and felt his fingers draw lazy circles on the small of your back, his fingertips grazing so lightly across that it almost tickled. His hand traveled up your back, pushing the fabric up so he could explore your skin. You unintentionally let out a sigh of relief, allowing your muscles to relax, your hips to relieve its tension. His movements made you feel an ache you’d never experienced; you wanted to pull him into you, to press him as close as he could get, to feel absolutely every inch of him. This unfamiliar sensation seeped deep into your being, creeping down down down.

While Levi’s nimble fingers roamed the canvas of your back, you reached to bring them forward to your hips, but he resisted. You opened your eyes to look at him, brows furrowed, cheeks flushed.

“Levi.” You begged.

He simply gave a slight shake his head, his fingernails digging into your skin at the sound of you muttering his name. Again, he hummed, deep and full of desire, then leaned in to whisper in your ear,

“It’s like a punishment.”

He brought you closer to him, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck and he closed the space between your bodies.

“Just the back,” He teased. “Nothing more.” You knew there were worse punishments in the world, some of which your Captain had inflicted himself, but - God – this felt so unfair.

“No fair.” You breathed into his neck, letting him know. As you nuzzled into him, you reveled in his scent: a warm mix of soap and cedar which brought you the most unexpected sort of comfort. You never truly had a home, and in this moment, you knew you had found it. It was so dangerous to get attached, but you’d die before letting him go.

“Your spine feels so good. It stands out nicely.” He murmured into your hair as he counted the knots upward with his fingers. “One… two… three…”

You shuddered under his touch, and in response he held you tighter. You bit your bottom lip to keep down the urge to mewl simply from the way he felt against you, clutching onto him as your face flushed, an action that completely relinquished control to him.

“Scapulae.” Levi whispered when his hands reached your shoulder blades.

“Scapulae are what’s left of our wings.” You said so quietly that if your lips had not been so close to his ear, he might have missed it. “I read that in a novel.”

His fingers continued to trace your spine so delicately that a shiver ran through it. Your body shook against his.

“Levi…” You choked out, that unfamiliar sensation rolling through your hips. “It…it –

“It tickles?” Levi mused.

You nodded into his neck, burrowing your face into him and failing miserably at controlling your uneven breath.

His voice was needier than before, but his breath was still even, and you silently cursed him for having so much self-control. His words radiated below the surface of your skin when he followed with, “Does it just tickle and nothing else?”

Your hands gripped onto the back of his shirt in response and you drew in a sharp breath. You were so lost in the sensation of his actions that you barely registered Levi’s hand slipping across your waist to the front of your shorts, where he tugged carelessly at the waistband and then snaked his hands up your sides, feeling your curves out and immortalizing them in his memory.

You could no longer suppress the whimper that escaped your lips. The unrestrained sound sent Levi over the edge, and suddenly his lips were all over yours, weaving in a desperate mess between yours as he pushed your back flat against the top his desk. Your legs wrapped around him and his movements became more careless; his hands played dangerously on your inner thighs, then they were at your waist and at your neck and in your hair. He couldn’t get enough of you now that he had you. He was lost in the high of all you could offer, choosing you despite the consequences, knowing the odds, and all he wanted to do was soak up every part of you that he could and hope he’d never lose it. Levi knew he was setting himself up for more pain, but in the end, he knew he would regret it if he never got to feel your skin underneath his.

Levi’s tongue swiped softly against your bottom lip, asking gently for permission, and you let your lips part for him. You ached to have him as close to you as possible, to feel every inch he had to offer; to know the taste of his tongue and the lust on his lips, to learn the spots that make him shiver and grind himself into you.

Electric coursed through Levi’s veins at your allowance, his heart rate picking up rapidly as he massaged your tongue with his. He loved how you fought back, teasing him for the control he would never let you have. God, he couldn’t explain the appetite he had for you, never in a million years had he expected to come completely undone at a woman’s touch. Your touch. Your skin. Your words. Your voice. Your beauty. The list could go on and on.

Levi pulled away from the intoxication of your lips just an inch, a trail of your shared saliva slipping between the two of you. A wave of butterflies rushed through your body at the look in his eyes which were so thirsty and needy as he studied your features. Levi was looking at you like that. You.

He eyed the spit now shimmering wet over your lips and dribbling down your chin, and all he could think about was how fucking sexy you looked staring up at him with those stupidly beautiful eyes and the evidence of his affection all over you. It took all of Levi’s strength not to let his eyes roll back into his head from the sheer thought of that saliva being something else of his entirely. He swallowed hard. You watched the knob bob in his throat. He felt a flutter in his stomach and the ache he’d been trying so hard to suppress traveled down, down, down.

And then he blushed. It was dark now, you hadn’t noticed until this moment how low the lamps had burned, but even in the dim light you could see the pink flushing onto his adorably chubby cheeks. You felt yourself starting to smile and he buried his head into your neck in an attempt to hide his vulnerability.

Levi suddenly felt overwhelmingly shy at realizing how he’d let himself indulge so carelessly in his temptations. You were so good. You were everything he never expected. You were everything he wanted to hold onto. He silently wished he could understand everything you’d been making him feel.

“Tch.” He scoffed into your skin, like somehow his feelings for you were intentionally your fault; you a witch and he a victim of your intoxicating spell.

You placed your hand on the back of his head and used your other to rub gently between his shoulder blades, the remnants of his wings.

He mumbled your name, his lips tickling your neck.

“Levi.” You whispered into his hair.

 “Don’t you dare die.”

“I’ll try.”

“Promise.”

“I promise.”

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Pet names I think Levi + Hange use for their s/o

Hange Z.

Love, Sweetie, Dear, Darling, Baby girl/boy or just baby, Partner in crime, Sweets.

Levi A.

Dumbass, pretty girl/boy (only if he’s in a good mood or in private) Sweetheart (same as pretty girl/boy), Just your Name,