tags: gn reader, headcanons, very very small bit of angst, mostly fluff, aot canonverse
✮ around 850/after the 104th cadet class graduate ✮
levi and name are both captains and each lead a squad in the scout regiment
name is the third strongest soldier in the scout regiment, under levi (the strongest) and miche (second strongest)
levi likes to stay close to name despite knowing that they can handle titans as easily as he can, but just in case, you know?
he calls you reckless but you really aren't. he's just a little worried
at this point, you two have an established relationship and have been dating for a year or two
you two don't have much time for dates due to both having a lot of work as captains
but levi always makes a point to come over for tea around 5pm, and he stays the night most times in your bedroom
at first, you insisted levi take the bed while you slept on the couch
and that was how it was for the first few nights, but one night you two just fell asleep together and that was it
ever since then, the two of you have shared a bed during the nights you spent together
levi doesn't drink coffee much, as he prefers tea
he doesn't hate the things people add to tea, but finds them a bit odd. sugar? a tad too sweet. milk? but why? tea is good on its own.
levi's favourite type of tea is black tea (hc) because he likes the way it tastes. it's simple yet comforting
levi didn't really get a good education as he grew up in the underground, so sometimes he brings a book or two over to read with you the nights he spends with you
sometimes, when the two of you are both to busy to spend time on tea, he'll make up for it tomorrow with extra kisses and whatnot
i think levi wouldn't be super uncomfortable with pda, but at the start of the relationship, he'd definitely be more wary
however, i think levi's very touch starved and very affection starved so i think he likes it when you're physically close to him. he likes the warmth
when the two of you spend the night together, levi likes to sleep on the warm side of the bed because he doesn't like cold nights, which remind him of the underground's evening discomfort (if it's cold at night it reminds him of the cold nights in the underground)
levi doesn't mind being big spoon or little spoon and is probably just glad to have you around
Just a few of the cards in which Leviathan is very cute; except he's cute in all of them.
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He's so baby... I want Obey Me to have a collab with Twisted Wonderland so that he and Idia can meet and be frens! It would be so wholesome! Our two introverted boys finally making frens!
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Levi’s room door was open ever so slightly and Hange Bering Hange just wanted a small look inside.
So you can imagine when they find Levi NO a sleeping Levi but that’s not all he was wrapped around your frame his face perfectly slotted in the crock of your neck.
Your arm around his lower back the other intertwined with his.
They had never seen their short friend so peacefully.
Then again Hange never thought they would see the day when shorty would fall for someone.
Taking a closer look at your face the notice you were one of the few captains under Mike leadership, you were quite often sticking to your self rather then being in a larger group of people and often sat alone at meals.
So it was a surprise to yourself when Hange Zoe soon followed by Moblit had decided to sit down in frount of you during breakfast the next morning.
“ hello my dear” they sounded to happy for 6 am.
You just looked at the two your eyes widened a little.
“If you are looking for Levi he is with the commander I think” you said before taking a sip of your tea.
“What no I was looking for you” they smiled their glasses falling down there nose a little.
“ Hange-san I don’t think they want to talk about it”Moblit said for ever the one with a thought of other.
“Soo” they added fully choseinf not to listen to their freind.
“So?” You raised an eyebrow.
"you and Levi” your eye widened ever so slightly.
"me and Levi what?" you question back taking another sip of your tea.
"ohh you know the fact that you two were holding each other in his office last night" the grin smugly making you goan.
"Hange i don't know what you want me to say" your hand draging down your face making the light catch onto your ring.
Hange was quick to take your left hand in their looking it over before looking back up at yourself before looking back at the ring, they did this a few more times to the point you though they were going to hurt their neck.
"You married," they said like it was a secret only they could know.
"yes hange I am married and have been for a few years now," you said slowly taking your hand from theirs, your eyes met Moblits before you saw the realisation in his eyes.
"hange-san don't you have to say good morning to the Titans?" you had never been so thankful for him always being by Change's side.
"your right we do need to do that" they spoke moving to stand up from the table before stoping.
"This isn't over my dear," they said making you laugh.
Late that day you were sitting with Erwin and Levi when Hange walks in you in't bother to look up from your paper work to focused in finishing it as quickly as you can so you could hopefully get some form of sleep that night.
"hey, Levi did you know {y/n} was Married " they spoke with a grin.
Hange was expecting Levi to give a smart-ass repsone but in sted he held up his left hand showing the same silver ring that adorned your left hand.
"h how when you didn't you tell me" they cried out looking between the two of you.
"it isn't a big deal four-eyes"levi spoke passing another paper to Erwin.
"wow not a big deal your sleeping in your office tonight love" you laugh, making Levi look up a soft smile daring to paper upon his face.
"oh yeah is that a freit brat" he quips back.
"now now you two" Erwin laughs it was rare to see Levi let this side of him out.
For the remainder of the night, change made you and Levi, well mainly you tell them the story of how you both met and ended up married.
it was safe to say that you didn't get much sleep that nigh.
Summary: RAD exams are rough, you go to Levi's room for a little comfort.
Pairing: Leviathan x GN Reader/MC, demon brothers
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None.
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Author's note: I forgot to mention this when I first posted this, but this fic was actually inspired by a matchup @levi4thans did for me months ago. I had never really considered Levi as a romantic interest before then, but after that I couldn't stop thinking about him trying to comfort MC and I knew I needed to write something. I've been sitting on this little story since August and I really wanted to finally post it, so pardon the two part structure.
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Your heart was heavy.
Was it burnout from exams? Were you missing your loved ones in the Human World? Were your insecurities mounting until they became unbearable? Or maybe it was a combination of the three.
You found yourself wandering the halls, your feet moving automatically. You weren't sure where you were going until you arrived at Levi’s door.
He was gaming, of course, you heard the electronic sounds of his game and the clicks of the d-pad under his rapidly moving fingers. Occasionally he’d exclaim something you couldn't quite make out through the door.
You didn't bother with the password you customarily rattled off every time you visited Levi’s room. You weren't sure you could even remember it with the state your mind was currently in.
Levi didn't notice you enter the room, he was too engrossed in the game.
You made your way to Henry’s fish tank and pressed your hands and forehead to the glass. Watching the little orange fish swim around was usually soothing to you. You hoped now it would calm your troubled heart.
Levi cursed as his avatar was killed by the boss. Stretching, he prepared to start again. “Good thing I saved back at the drawbridge, huh Hen–”
He jumped when he saw you standing there.
“I didn't even know you came in, MC,” he pressed a hand to his heart. You were staring at him, your usually bright eyes glassy. “Did you come to play Devilkart?”
You shook your head, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around yourself.
He stood up from his gaming chair. “MC–”
You couldn’t keep it in anymore, the tears just started flowing.
He practically ran to your side, his hands hovering around your shoulders. His Player 2, his favorite human was broken. What was he supposed to do in this situation? “M-MC what do I–”
You closed the space between the two of you, burying your face in his chest. He hugged you back after a second, his heart rate elevating. He wasn't someone who was used to hugging other people, that was more Belphie’s or Asmo’s domain. Either of them would have been better for this situation. Yet you’d chosen him, you’d gone to his room.
Taking a deep breath, he squeezed you tighter. You needed the clear-headed action of Grand Admiral Leviathan right now, not the panicked frenzy of Levi the yucky otaku.
Focus Levi, focus.
“Can we stay like this?” Your voice was muffled by his shirt.
Like a miracle the right words had tumbled out. “Yeah, we can stay like this for as long as you need.”
He sunk to the floor with you in his arms, guiding you to sit on his lap. Your body shook with sobs as you hugged him tight, tears soaking into his shoulder. You cried awful heaving sobs while Levi rubbed circles into your back.
“It’s going to be ok, MC.” he said quietly. He wasn't sure if his words would be comforting to you but he felt compelled to say something. It broke his heart to see you cry.
After a while your exhaustion caught up with you and you succumbed to sleep, your body going limp in his arms as you snored softly.
Levi sat there for a moment, one shoulder leaning up against the glass of Henry’s tank, still holding you. What was he supposed to do now?
He opened The Demon Brothers chat on his D.D.D. and started typing.
– Hlep!
Lucifer: Hlep? Is this some kind of new slang word?
Asmodeus: I think he just misspelled “help”.
Lucifer: Oh.
Satan: Is it one of your cursed games again, Levi?
Asmodeus: It better not affect the rest of us, I have plans later!
Lucifer: You really need to be more considerate of the household when choosing your games, Levi.
– Not a game. 3D world problem. Hlep pls!
Beelzebub: What’s wrong then?
How was he supposed to explain this quickly?
Mammon: ???
Belphegor: Must not be that big of a problem. Beel, wake me up if something interesting happens.
Beelzebub: Ok.
Levi opened the camera on his D.D.D. and took a selfie. His cheeks were dusted with pink as he looked over your shoulder, his eyes pleading. Only the back of your head was visible in the picture but the hair was unmistakably yours. He sent it.
Pounding feet sounded down the hall moments later, rapidly approaching. Levi’s bedroom door crashed open.
“Get your hands off a’ them, ya creep!” Mammon growled.
“Shhhh!” said Levi. “They’re sleeping. Help me get them into my bed.”
“Hell no, I ain't doin’ that.” Mammon hissed.
“Mammon, please. My legs are asleep and the bed is right there.”
“Fine.” Mammon lifted you easily from Levi’s arms. He paused, contemplating if he should just run away with you, before reluctantly slipping you into Levi’s bathtub bed.
Levi rubbed his legs to get the blood circulating so he could stand again.
“Well, well, what have we here?” Asmo leaned on the doorframe, his eyes lighting on his two older brothers standing over your sleeping form.
“Shhh!” both of them said.
Asmo sauntered into the room. He took in the scene with relish, imagining some sort of indecent scenario until he got a glimpse of your face.
“Wait, were they crying?” Asmo knelt by the side of the bathtub, looking at your puffy eyes and the tear tracks on your cheeks. “Why?”
Levi shrugged. “Stress maybe? One minute they were watching Henry swimming around, the next they were breaking down.” He could relate. The mind and body often didn't realize what it had been through until after the battle was over. Quiet could amplify the pain.
“So that’s why you were holdin’ them like that,” Mammon looked relieved. “Well now that we cleared that up, why don't we take them back to their own room?”
“I don’t think they wanted to be alone,” said Levi.
“Poor thing,” Asmo brushed your hair out of your face before tucking the blankets tighter around you.
“So what do we do?” Mammon asked. “They ain’t spendin’ the night alone with Levi, that’s for sure.”
Asmo smacked him on the arm. “We let them rest for as long as they need. Stress is like murder for the skin.” He got up and started toward the door.
“And where are you goin’?”
“I’m going to get some pajamas for MC and a few things from my room,” Asmo smirked over his shoulder. “We’re going to have a sleepover in here.”
Asmo was out the door before Levi or Mammon could protest, pushing past Lucifer and Beel who arrived next, with Satan and Belphie close behind them.
“What is going on in here?” Lucifer quirked an eyebrow.
“Is MC ok?” Beel asked when he saw you in Levi’s bed.
“They’re tired and stressed out,” Mammon said as if he had been the one who’d made the discovery. “Seems the RAD workload is a bit too much for a human.” He gave a pointed look towards Lucifer.
“I will have to speak to Diavolo about that then,” said Lucifer.
“Ha! When I complained about exams you basically told me to suck it up.”
“That was your own fault.”
Satan nodded, “As much as I hate to agree with Lucifer, you squandered your study time and therefore reaped the consequences of your actions,” He said, “MC and I studied every night up until exams while you went to the casino. Although I had no idea all that work was taking such a toll on them.”
Beel’s stomach growled loudly. He took a step back, ducking his head guiltily. “MC was in charge of dinner tonight but they need to rest so–”
“We’ll order takeout,” said Lucifer, pulling out his credit card. He handed it to Beel. “Order something MC likes and do not go overboard.”
Beel was practically drooling as he took the card. “Ok I won’t.”
Lucifer sighed, “On second thought maybe Satan should go with you.”
The fourth born acquiesced, he would follow Lucifer’s orders tonight for your sake.
The two left together, leaving the rest of the brothers to listen to their footsteps disappearing down the hall.
“So now what?” Belphie asked after a moment.
“We’re having a sleepover, apparently.” said Levi.
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You were always a bright student. The top of your class, the favorite student for almost every teacher, the brightest star amongst your classmates. So why the fuck are you staring at a B- on your midterm paper? The letter was bright red and almost mocking you with the circle around it only amplifying it. Red pen littered the paper, with the smallest mistake being called out. The sound of the professor's voice pulled you from your shock.
"If you think I graded you unfairly, see me during my office hours. Even if I end up finding more mistakes, I'll only change your grade if you get a higher one." Your eyes were full of venom as you scowled at him. Professor Levi Ackerman was the current bane of your existence. He must make up for his lack of height in his abundance of audacity, you thought. To think you looked up to him, enough to come to this college to be under his tutelage. All of those expectations you had of him being a passionate and wonderful teacher and mentor were shattered the moment you got that B- back. It felt more like he was a bully, or even a tyrant, seeming to mess with his student’s grade to exert his power over them. You let out a silent scoff and gathered your papers as he immediately dismissed class. Going back to your dorm, your roommates could feel the frustration rolling off of you, a thick aura weighing down on anyone around you. This was your freshman year of college, and the college history course you took in high school was a breeze, so why were you struggling now? You vented out to Annie, one of your roommates, and she sighed.
"He's the head of the history department. It practically gives him immunity because he wrecks GPAs. I have no idea as to how many students’ 4.0 or near 4.0 GPAs he tanked. The only people that literally have it easy are the people in the intro classes, or people who aren't in the major but are taking the class as an elective." Another roommate, Sasha piped up.
"Yeah and he doesn't accept late submissions at all. I submitted an assignment a half an hour late, and he wouldn't accept it. Like, unless you give a valid excuse with documentation, or accommodations, he won't accept it. I heard some girl broke her wrist and he didn't accept her late assignment without a letter from the hospital."
"She gave him the letter though," Annie replied, knowing that story all too well. The girl was an ex of hers.
"Yeah, but the grades were already submitted, so she missed the deadline. And for her final too."
"Sasha, you realize that she waited till the last second to turn in the paperwork, right? Do you remember when Ymir broke her arm and Professor Ackerman literally recorded his lectures for her and gave her handwritten notes? He's not mean, he just punishes procrastinators."
"Well, he's punishing me!” You shrug your shoulders in exasperation, as you continue, “I turned in my paper early and quadruple-checked it. But still, a B-!" Annie and Sasha stared at you in shock.
"A B-? Damn he must hate you." You glared daggers at Sasha while Annie punched her arm.
"Sasha, shut the fuck up." Sasha whined and you stormed into your room, biding your time until his office hours opened. The moment that time came around, you walked with a purpose, your anger almost coming to a head. A path was practically cleared for you, everyone trying to avoid your wrath. As you approached his door, you saw his name plated in bronze almost mocking you. You took a deep breath and knocked on his door. A quiet "come in" sounded from the door, and you opened the door, stepping into an office that looked like it was out of a magazine. Everything was so pristine, and almost too clean, and he sat at his desk, staring at you intently over a book.
"I suggest you start speaking since you clearly came here for something." You wanted to roll your eyes, but you held it in.
"Good afternoon professor. I wanted to see you about my midterm paper."
"Let me see it." You handed him the paper and he looked over it.
"I think the B- is a bit harsh." Levi scoffed.
"Y/N L/N. Your name has been running around the department as the star student. That reputation won't save you in my class. If you want a good grade, you have to earn it. It’s because that my fellow professors think highly of you, that I'm going to hold you to a higher standard than your classmates. So, either you're going to shine brighter than your classmates or fizzle out. But I'm not going to take it easy on you." You stared at him in astonishment.
"Why?"
"I've seen so many students cruise on their reputation and so, professors baby them. But that'll not be the case in my classes. I'm being upfront with you right now, so either you can either change majors, and avoid me as a professor as best as you can, or fight." He handed you your paper back and you made your way back to your dorm, your resolve building with each step you took. You were going to fight.
For the next three years, you took numerous classes with him, always going to him to double check your papers before submitting them. With how often you saw him, you both became closer, not only building a strong professional relationship, but a budding crush also grew simultaneously. Levi was an amazing professor, an extremely strict one, but you learned that if you asked for help, he'll give it to you, although he'd be grumpy about it the entire time.
Before you knew it, it was the weekend of graduation. Your finals were done and over with, and now it was time to celebrate. On Saturday morning, you woke up to an email from Professor Ackerman, asking to see you in his office. Your heart skipped a beat and you put in a little more effort than you should have in getting ready, but you're probably never going to see him again, so you have to make it count.
As you arrived, you knocked on his door, and he opened it, ushering you in before closing the door.
"Y/N,” he addressed you, “I have to admit, you've been my favorite student these past 4 years. I don't think a student will ever surpass the expectations you've set." You beamed with pride and nodded in gratitude. "Are you hungry?” He inquired, “I made reservations at a restaurant for us, if you're comfortable with that. There's something that I want to discuss, and a celebration to be had." The moment you nodded, he stood up and grabbed his coat, ushering you out of his office and leading you to his car. It was sleek and black, and shiny as if he bought it within the last couple days. Even the interior was almost factory fresh. In your gawking, Levi started his car, the roar of the engine pulling you from your stupor. You quickly buckle up, and he does the same before pulling out.
The drive to the restaurant was silent, but it was a comfortable one, both of you content with each other's company. Soon enough, he stopped the car in front of a high end restaurant, and climbed out. You came out after him, and you saw his eye twitch a bit at the sight, but he still looked as stoic as normal. A man came up to him and Levi gave him the car keys before leading you into the restaurant. You felt so out of your depth, feeling like a clown in the middle of Wall Street. Everything practically glittered, and you were stuck in your awe as you were guided to your table, subconsciously walking with Levi. Levi pulled out your seat and you sat, your attention now fully on him. The lighting almost made the man look soft, admiration swam in his eyes although it was very easy to miss. How many times has he given you that look without you even realizing?
"Firstly, I want to congratulate you on your graduation,” he responded to you as he sat down, “Summa Cum Laude is a great feat. I'm extremely proud of the work you've done."
"Thank you Professor. Your help really made the difference."
"Don't disregard your own talent. I was only there to assist. Everything else came from you. All those late hours that we pulled together, as well as the ones you did on your own, and the hundreds of drafts that you had to redo over and over again, you decided to pull through. At any point, you could have given up from my harsh mentorship, but you took it in stride. That's extremely admirable of you." You smiled at his kind words. The waiter came and took your orders, Levi ordering you a dish that you were looking at but ignored due to the high price. After the waiter left, Levi's attention was back on you.
"I'm going to get into the real reason I invited you here." He leaned forward and clasped his fingers together, looking at you intensely. You felt heat rise in your face and you quickly drank some of your water to calm down. "I want you to be my partner." You choked on your water, and he rubbed your back gently, apologizing.
"Your what?"
"My partner,” he clarified, “I'm going to Berlin for a historical site, and I want you to come with me as my partner. They found numerous artifacts and want me to analyze them." Professional partner. Got it. He continued, "It'll be a great experience for you, and I know you're more than capable. Granted I'll be doing most of the heavy lifting, but it'll be hands on practice, an internship if you will."
"It's an honor," You responded, trying your best to play it cool, and failing miserably. Heat started flooding your face, and you looked visibly flustered.
"Sorry to embarrass you like that,” he responded, continuing, “I'll inform them to book an extra room as well as another person to the flight manifest."
You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion, "Flight manifest?"
He nodded in agreement, saying, "They chartered a private plane to fly me there. We'll also be staying at a hotel near the site. Our meals will also be completely covered."
Widening your eyes, you replied, "This is a lot."
"Considering my status as an archivist and historian, I'm not surprised," he responded. You know his status all too well.
"Professor,” you put your hands on the table as you inquired, “did I ever tell you why I picked this major and chose this university?" His gaze looked like he was picking you apart piece by piece.
"Tell me."
"When I was growing up, history wasn't my favorite subject,” you responded, shrugging your shoulders, “In fact, I hated it. I always did so poorly. But then in high school, we watched a video that involved you looking through artifacts, explaining them piece by piece. I was so enamored with the way you spoke. I could see how much you loved what you did, and it was then that I found my love of history. I read all of your books, and even got a couple of them signed."
He smiled softly, faintly remembering you, saying, "That's why you felt familiar."
You nodded, and responded, "I found out you taught here, and applied, hoping to take your classes. And I'm glad I did." Levi was so thankful that either you could see the flush rising to his face at your words or chose to keep it to himself. Maybe he's going to regret inviting you to Berlin, but he can't fathom the idea of never seeing you again. So he'd rather shove his feelings down and ignore them than act on them and never speak to you again. It's what he's done for the last year so keeping it up shouldn't be an issue.
"You flatter me, Y/N."
"And you the same, professor."
"Please, call me Levi. You've graduated. I'm no longer your professor. And we’ll be working together as equals, so you're more than okay to refer to me with my first name."
"Okay, Levi." He just felt his soul leave his body at the sound of his name. If he was a cat, you would hear him purring. "I look forward to working with you!"
"Me as well."
A month later, you were in Berlin, working side by side with Levi. Any time you heard the shower running, you wanted to scream, remembering the first night you moved in, seeing a towel only wrapped around his hips. How is a professor and historian built like that? He isn't ripped, but you definitely saw a six pack and an Adonis belt. You had to pretend as if you never saw him, as if that image doesn't take over your dreams, filling them with nothing but pure lust. Unbeknownst to you, Levi had the same conundrum, having seen you in your underwear when you accidentally left the door to your room open. Is he some kind of pervert? He must be with how often he thought about you. What's wrong with him and why can't he get it together? Rather than sort out his feelings, he bottles them up once more, while you do the same. He finds himself regretting that he brought you here like he has every day since you both arrived.
One night all of the staff decided to go out and party. Levi has no idea how you roped him into this, but here you both are, Levi sitting on the table and you having the time of your life on the dance floor. His eyes are focused on you, and how could they not be with how bright you look, rivaling even the lights. A tap on his shoulder caught his attention.
"Levi, you can't keep sitting here." He turned to see Hange, an archivist he's worked with before.
"I'm fine here." Hange scoffed at Levi's words.
"I don't think so. I see you staring at your coworker. It's so obvious you like them."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." A mischievous smile made its way onto Hange's face.
"So you won't mind if I go dance with them, right? They look like so much fun." Levi scowled and almost snarled before clearing his throat.
"Sure. Go have fun." Hange sauntered up to you, their presence only being made known to you with the scent of a sharp perfume. You never knew how to describe their scent as anything other than clean. Their breath was cool on your ear.
"Hey Y/N. Wanna make Levi jealous?" You turn to them, certain that you didn’t hear them correctly, but they had a grin that you knew meant nothing but trouble.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Dance with me. Give him a show." Your smile quickly matched their own, and you grabbed his hands before pulling them close.
"And a show he'll get." Soon there was barely any space between you two as you both moved to the music. You honestly forgot about three songs in what your initial goal was, losing yourself to the music. Hange was so much fun, the both of you giggling when you bumped into each other or made a misstep. Their mood was contagious and you easily found yourself lost in them. A tap on your shoulder brought you back to earth, turning to face the person who wanted your attention only to see Levi.
"Y/N. I'm going home. Have fun with Hange," he spoke through gritted teeth and looked composed, although you could tell he was seething. His jaw was clenching and unclenching and a fire raged in his eyes.
"Give me a second and I'll come with you." Levi scoffs at your response.
"No, you're having so much fun with them and I wouldn't want to impede."
"Levi. We're heading home." You turned and kissed Hange on both cheeks. "See you tomorrow!"
"I look forward to it." They winked and you giggled, only serving to only worsen Levi's mood. Levi quickly pulled you out of the club, mumbling quietly. A taxi pulled up and you both stayed silent on the ride back to the apartment, but you could feel the tension crawling on your skin. As you entered the apartment, Levi walked behind you, closing the door gently. He has to remain calm. He shouldn't fuck this up. How can he get his feelings across to you in a way that doesn't make you uncomfortable? He's deep in thought and the sound of you calling his name breaks his concentration, his eyes focused on you. Before he could say anything, you walked up to him and kissed him, stealing his breath away. He quickly returned the kiss, holding a hand to your cheek. You never got the time to really pay attention to all of his callouses, the rough texture imprinting on your skin, but you felt as if this is where you belong, where you were meant to be. With him. By his side. You both broke away from the kiss as you let out a breathless chuckle.
"Well, I'm glad I'm bold enough for the both of us. You would have taken forever to confess." He scoffed at your words.
"I was planning on telling you tonight."
"After I was practically grinding on Hange."
"Fair. But why them of all people?" You gave him a soft smile before you spoke.
"Because they're your friend. I know you trust them to not seriously be flirting with me. So I got to make you jealous in a comfortable way." He returned your smile in kind.
"That was a solid plan. There's, however, one hiccup." You cooked your head in confusion.
"Oh, and what would that be?" His smile turned into a malicious smirk, with affection and lust swimming in his eyes.
levi x gn reader visit marley along with the remaining 104th cadet class! trying ice cream, bubble tea, etc other things!
tags: established relationship, gn reader, levi ackerman, marley visit, fluff
i love writing headcanons...
when you arrived, levi had to practically grab you by the scruff to stop you from running off
you tried ice cream first, excitedly staring as the ice cream man prepared ice cream cones for the two of you
you bit into the ice cream, recoiling immediately because of how cold it was and how it hurt your teeth
levi was worried initially, but realised it was just cold and it wasn't poisoned or anything
levi doesn't hate ice cream, but it's far from one of his favourite foods. he finds it too sweet, and he has trouble getting the non-ice cream chunks out of his teeth (e.g. bits of dried fruits, oreo chunks, etc)
next, you tried bubble tea, wandering up to the stall with great excitement
at first, levi was repulsed that this sort of thing was called tea
afterall, it's a far cry from what he drinks normally
you asked him if he wanted a cup and he vigorously declined
...however, he did ask for a sip of yours. curiosity did kill the cat
but it didn't kill levi. he actually kind of liked it. it wasn't too sweet, (you got the 25% sweetness option that modern tea shops offer) and the boba balls were a fun pop of texture
you did, of course, get a black tea base for the milk tea you got from the bubble tea stall, knowing that he'd end up being curious enough to try it out
when you got back to paradis, you brought back a few packets of water-activated boba balls so you could have bubble tea when you were away from marley
levi also got a few packets of various types of tea from marley, wanting to try it out once he got back to paradis (and one packet of boba balls)
As the brothers dispersed to make preparations for the sleepover, Levi went to his closet door and hesitated. Was this the right moment to give you his gift? With one cursory glance back at your sleeping form, he decided to do it. In the back of his closet, hidden behind his matching Ruri-Chan cosplays for the two of you was a pink sheep plush he’d sewn by hand. It had a little orange bow with a bell around its neck, his color, you'd said once. He hoped you would like it.
He’d planned on giving it to you on your birthday or one of the big Human World holidays you’d miss because of the RAD exchange program. But now was the right moment. He slowly slipped the plush toy under your arm, watching to make sure you wouldn't wake.
“Don’t worry, they won’t wake up for a while,” said Belphie. He’d already made himself at home on Levi’s beanbag chair and was currently stroking your hair over the side of the tub. “They’re dreaming.”
Of course, Belphie’s dream powers. He could trap anyone in a dream as long as he focused on them. Normally this would be a terrifying experience for the dreamer, but since Belphie loved you, as did all of the brothers, he would make it a good dream. One to chase your worries away.
Your face finally looked relaxed under Belphie’s spell. The lines of worry were smoothed out and the smallest of smiles graced your lips. Levi only wished he’d had such a useful power. He couldn’t exactly make it rain indoors or summon Lotan and expect that to comfort you.
But then again, you'd chosen to go to his room first. That had to count for something.
“What are they dreaming about?” Levi asked, his eyes not leaving your sleeping face.
Belphie smirked, “Wouldn’t you like to know, Water Boy.”
Levi rolled his eyes. He knew his youngest brother just loved keeping this little secret. He had to distract himself or he was going to end up getting overwhelmed with jealousy. He turned the tv on to your favorite anime series. It was a slice-of-life romantic comedy that you’d seen approximately a hundred times. It was a bit of a normie show for his taste but he knew it was your favorite.
Asmo held the door open for Lucifer and Mammon, who had returned from the attic, their arms full with blankets, pillows, and futons.
“Lean the futons against the wall,” said Lucifer. “We have to clear the floor first.”
Levi joined them, not wanting them to ruin his careful organization. He had a system.
Asmo skipped over to the bathtub, a basket of nail and skincare supplies in one hand, and your comfiest pajamas in the other.
“Keep them asleep for me, Belphie, so I can dress them in their cute jammies.” Asmo began unbuttoning your RAD jacket.
“Ain’t happening,” Mammon said, pulling back his arm to throw a volume of manga at Asmo. Lucifer grabbed it before he could.
“They can change when they wake up.” Lucifer said.
“Ugh fine,” Asmo pouted. After tossing the pajamas into Belphie’s lap, he slipped a bunny ear headband over your head to push your hair out of your face. He then pulled out a soft washcloth, holding it out to Levi who was kneeling on the floor nearby, scooping up some manga magazines. “Levi, if you will…?”
Levi produced a tiny rain cloud over the handkerchief, dampening it with cool, clean water.
“Thank you!” Asmo gently cleaned your face with the handkerchief. After he applied toner and a sheet mask, he got to work on your nails, choosing your favorite color in a shade perfect for your skintone.
Satan and Beel were the next to arrive. Satan had a small stack of dvds in his hands.
“22 meals are on their way from Hell’s Kitchen,” Beel said proudly.
“Beel, there’s only eight of us.” said Asmo.
“I know.”
“It was going to be 50 but I managed to talk him into ordering less. I thought the succubus working the cash register was going to cry when she heard how many orders we needed.” Satan set the dvds down on a side table. “I brought a few of MC’s favorite movies. I thought we could watch one of them together when they wake up.”
“I think I’m gonna make some popcorn for everyone, maybe some snacks too,” said Beel. “Does anyone need anything while I’m out?”
“Can you bring my weighted blanket from our room? The purple, lavender scented one.” Belphie asked. “And make sure you don’t eat all the snacks before you get here, ok Beel?”
“I won’t eat them if it’s for MC,” Beel resolved.
Satan joined his older brothers in clearing the floor. The four of them had all the manga and games reshelved in no time.
“Ya know, we should make a blanket fort like I hear they do in the Human World.” said Mammon.
“It is a popular sleepover tradition there,” Satan agreed.
Lucifer took an appraising glance around the room. “I don’t know how they do it in the Human World, but there’s enough space now to do a simple levitation spell to suspend the blankets, provided it’s ok with Levi.” He looked to the third born.
Levi shrugged. “As long as it doesn't disturb Henry or MC.”
“I think we can manage that.” said Lucifer, he began rolling up the rug on the floor. “Mammon, go gather a few more sheets and blankets. Satan, you’ll help me with the spell.”
As the sleepover preparations continued, Asmo finished with your nails and moved on to complete your skincare routine. He peeled the sheet mask off your face and, glancing around to see no one was looking, he gave you a quick kiss on the forehead.
Your eyes fluttered open.
“Oh, MC!” Asmo exclaimed, “You woke up after my kiss just like Sleeping Beauty! Does that mean I’m your handsome prince?”
“Nah, that just means Belphie fell asleep.” said Mammon kicking the door closed, his arms full of blankets.
Sure enough, Belphie was snoring, his hand still tangled in your hair, the dream spell he had put you under was broken.
You sat up and peered over the side of the tub.
“What’s all this for?”
Satan and Lucifer were actually working together, crawling on the floor with their sleeves rolled up, drawing a magic circle in chalk. Beel was coming through the door, a huge bowl of popcorn in his hands, his arms balancing a ton of snacks. You caught sight of your newly polished nails.
“We wanted to help you feel better,” said Levi.
You were speechless.
“Mammon, Levi, start spreading out the first blanket,” said Lucifer as the magic circle began to glow.
They were doing this all for you. You could feel the tears starting to flow again. You were so loved in this house.
“Try not to cry, dear,” said Asmo as he patted some night cream into your skin, “We don’t want you to become dehydrated.”
You let Asmo finish his ministrations and then you went to change into your pajamas in Levi’s closet. By the time you returned, the blanket fort was done, illuminated by some string lights Mammon found in the attic and Belphie’s mini star projector. The brothers had spread the futons out on the floor
One dinner, two movies in, and many snacks later, you found yourself in the center of a cuddle pile. Asmo and Mammon clung to either side of you while Beel and Belphie used your thighs as pillows. Somehow Lucifer had managed to grab hold of one of your hands, and Satan was curled up like a cat by your head. They were all asleep.
You extracted yourself from the cuddle pile without waking anyone up, you were going to grab yourself a drink of water when you noticed Levi was separated from the group. He was sitting on his beanbag, playing something on his portable game system.
You plopped down on the beanbag chair next to him, slipping your arm through his. You felt him stiffen a little but you didn't let go.
“How come you’re all the way up here?” you asked.
“Needed a little space.”
“Oh…” You started to move back, not wanting to bother him.
“No, that’s n-not what I m-m-meant. I didn't n-need sp-space from you,” Levi stammered. “Stay, please.”
“Ok,” You snuggled into him, laying your head on his shoulder. He hoped you couldn't hear how fast his heart was pounding.
The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, just looking up the projected constellations. The room was silent except for his brothers’ gentle snoring.
You finally broke the silence, “Was this you?” You held up the sheep plushie.
“Yeah,” he said. “I made it myself.”
“I knew it!” You squeezed the plushie to your chest and Levi felt his heart clench. “Thank you. For everything.”
He turned to look at you, “I didn't really do anything. The sleepover was Asmo’s idea.”
“But you let us use your room, I know how much you value your privacy and how you dislike 'normie things’ like sleepovers.”
Levi could feel himself blushing. You noticing the smallest things about him affected him so deeply. “It’s ok once in a while.”
“And you did so much more for me than this,” you said, recalling how he’d held you when you cried. He didn't demand anything from you. He didn't try to come up with a solution right away. He just let you cry. He would never know how much you needed that. “Thank you so much.”
“I– it was nothing.”
“Not to me.”
You entwined your fingers with his and the two of you fell asleep on the beanbag chair together, still gazing at the stars.
