#snk levi

[cara-more]

#shouting into the void, but I’ve heard some people have gotten their beta readers via tumblr so I wanted put out there I’m looking for someone to beta read my Levi fic that’s at like 140k words now (obviously just the chapters that I’m currently writing) so if you’d be interested pls feel free to message me :>

[gojiara]

humanity's hope

[ghostie-idiot]

Canon Universe Levi

It was regular mission reports, your squad had an incident— run of the mill stuff for you at this point being a section leader.

A Titan had gotten too close to your section and someone lost a hand, sad— yes— but it was everyday stuff in the scouts; you're lucky it didn't end in bringing back only their hand to their family.

The moon shined in through the window as you wrote everything down, wax dripping onto the table from the candle next to your papers. A soft warmth in your hand whenever it was near the puddle of cooling wax.

By the time you had finished it you knew the Commander had locked up his office for the night and you needed a higher-up's signature to finalize the report. Blowing out the candle as more wax dripped onto your wooden desk you took the papers and walked out.

You took a stab in the dark, walking down the corridor to your Captain's office instead. Working with him for so long you should've known if he stayed up late or not but you could never really figure it out. He always had bags under his eyes, never seemed tired at all, and was so uptight you could believe that he went to bed at sundown if someone told you so.

But still you had to try, you wanted this shit off your desk as soon as possible so you could relax and try to sleep after the day you've had.

His office, the last door in the hallway, was further from any room that you could believe. It made sense he hated people so he probably requested it. But still, you can't help but be jealous.

Everything about him made you jealous, how much power he had in his position, how good he was at everything he did, the way he got special tea with the budget that you had to cut corners on just to not get your section halved. And the most egregious, he was hot as fuck.

Every training session you had with him when you were both just starting out created this hatred, how fast he became amazing just cemented it. The way his hair would stick to his forehead after a while, the way he would wipe blood from his face, even the way he held his blades wrong.

You kick the bottom of his door lightly, looking down the long barren hallway you had just walked down. Something out of a horror movie late at night, no lights shining through except for the window at the end of the hall.

"Identify yourself." His gruff voice sounded from the other side, bingo.

"The love of your life here to deliver flowers." You said back in a similar tone, opening the door.

"I didn't say you could come in. You and four eyes always invite yourselves everywhere." He was sat back in his chair, now turned towards the door. His uniform in pristine condition like always, no matter how disheveled everyone else looked at any given time he looked perfect. Complete opposite of you.

"That's why we get along, we're very similar you know." You slap the papers down on his desk, overtop whatever he was working on before you opened the door. "Sign."

"No flattery before asking?" He tilted his head up at you.

"That's what the flower and love letter are for."

"Of course, well be sure next time its only a page, you know I like succinctness." He replied. You two had been like this since you had met, matching each others sarcasm to the point most couldn't keep up. It was all the more infuriating how you could never win.

"Thought you would like the flowery language more this time, since you haven't taken my other offers." You lean against his desk, staring down at him— waiting.

"Only offer I'd take from you is one where I can't see your face." He leans down to read the report before signing it. God he's so thorough it's annoying. "Your handwriting is worse than a titan's, do you need glasses or are you just bad?"

"Dark office, not everyone can get this nice of one you know."

"Here I was thinking there was going to be two four-eyes."

"You'd die if that were the case."

"Feed myself to a titan to be more exact." He spoke while reading over the report.

"Can you hurry?" You were getting actually annoyed now, did he think you couldn't write a report or something?

"Need to read it over first, you know the drill. If your feet hurt from all the work you do you can always sit down." He always did that, said something that could be considerate yet his tone made it mockery.

"Fuck you." You seat yourself on the edge of his desk, knowing it would piss him off.

"Not there. Off." He swatted his hand blindly at you as he kept reading.

"No, you invited me to sit so I am. You have no other chair nearby." You lightly hit his hand and he pulled it back fast. He always did that, like he thought your hand was dirty or something.

God his obsession with cleanliness, that was probably your biggest annoyance with him. Every touch he would wash away, every speck of dust a reason to get reprimanded.

"You know, that titan was close to you too." His tone bored, like he was correcting your report or something.

"I am the one that wrote it down, yes." You respond, unsure of where this is going.

"Could've been you that lost a hand, or worse." He comments.

"You would love for that to happen wouldn't you, Captain?" You stare at the wall of his office. Everything was utterly boring, no decorations, no knickknacks no personality in any part of his life. Just blank wooden walls and bland everything else.

He stays silent, reading over the papers with an intensity that could only be pretend because he doesn't want to look at you. Probably doesn't want to admit you're right, at least a little bit.

All he did was complain about everything you did after all, nothing was perfect to Captain Ackerman. The worst was when he would complain or reprimand you in front of your section. It's like he made it a point to tear you down in front of them sometimes.

"I'll sign them in the morning." He says, standing up from his desk.

"Why not just sign them right now? You're here, you were actively doing work until I walked in." You complain, watching him walk away from the papers you had strained your eyes for since sundown.

He steps around to stand in front of you. "Because I don't want to sign them right now."

"God you're fucking insufferable. You know that?" You roll your eyes and stand up. Your faces inches apart.

"You're even worse. You show favoritism." He comments.

"No the fuck I do not, I keep it very professional in my section thank you very much." You started to raise your voice now, it was the very thing other section leaders claimed when Erwin gave you the position.

"Not what I'm talking about, titan brain." His stupid insult nicknames, god whenever he called Hange four eyes you wanted to slap him for them.

"Then what the fuck are you talking about, Ackerman?" You knew he hated when you called him that. When everyone called him that.

"You only came to my office because no one else would be awake and high enough to sign off on this." His voice was enragingly calm.

"And? Why does that matter?" Annoyed and tired, all you wanted was for his smug voice to shut up.

"You're entitled, and I have no understanding as to why Erwin made you a section leader." Fucking asshole, the one thing that always hurt was people questioning your role and why you have it. So many times had you been accused of sleeping your way here or any heinous thing they could think of.

You knew it would hurt, you tried to find something that would make him feel the same way you do. "And I have no understanding on why he made the orphaned kid of a prostitute his fucking right hand man, but here we are!"

You had found it while snooping in his case file a while back. He never mentioned anything from his past, never spoke all that much. But any mention of parents he winced at. He clearly cared about his mom, and you knew that you could get to him like this.

"Shut the fuck up." He slammed his hand over your mouth in an instant. "You have no fucking idea what you've just said. I should shred these papers right now in front of you."

You pushed at his chest but his grip was strong, stronger than you.

"Why the fuck haven't you yet then?" You mumble from behind his hand. He pushes his hand tighter over your mouth causing you to wince as you taste a small bit of iron from the inside of your lip.

"Shut up." His voice woven with more malice than you had ever heard in all your time of knowing him than ever before.

Oh fuck.

He took his hand off your mouth slowly, almost too slow. "Never mention my mother like that again, understood?" You really fucked up.

"Then never imply I'm not good enough for this job." Somehow he had gotten closer than before.

"You're annoying."

"So are you." You tilt your head as you speak. Suddenly his lips are on yours, his hands holding a firm grip on your back. Yours go to his hair almost immediately.

You pull away to shove at him. "You're so good at everything its annoying. Fuck you."

"So you've always been in love with me, it wasn't a recent development." He states smugly.

"Fuck. You." You repeat before shoving your lips back against his with a bruising intensity. It's more infuriating that he was right. From the moment you met him you liked him. Everything he did was more fuel to that fire.

His hands found the hem of your shirt, and he paused. You nodded against him and opened your mouth. He untucked it and quickly unbuttoned it, then stripped himself of his own as well. Tossing both aside with reckless abandon— something you would never expect Mr. Clean Freak to do.

He pulls away to undo his pants as you undo yours. "You're a cocky idiot." You comment out of breath.

A palm lands on your cheek, jerking your head to the side. "You clearly like it."

"And what? You get off on knowing that?" He grips your face tightly.

"Maybe just maybe, the annoying prick I've worked with for years is annoyingly hot." He turns you around, shoving your face into his desk. You take a shaky breath and strain your eyes to look back at him.

Before you can even open your mouth to retort all the air was knocked out of your lungs. Your hands fly to the other end of the desk and grip it hard. Not caring about the papers below you.

"Can't say anything? I'm only halfway in. You are weak." His hand grips your hair tightly, tugging you back as he continued to split you open as he pushed even more inside of you. How fucking big is he? Should've gotten a look when you had the chance idiot.

Finally his hips met yours as he stilled inside of you. "You're the one bending me over your desk. You're weaK-" He pulls out almost completely and slams back into you just as you were finishing your sentence. You bit your lip to hold in a moan as he did it again, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing you.

"Stay quiet all you want, I can feel you squeezing me." He tugs your hair towards him as he starts picking up speed. Your hands tighten around the table edge as you rock against it from the force of his thrusts.

His speed and strength was bruising, along with his tight grip on your hip that would surely leave some small round bruises for later. With no time to adjust before he began slamming into you, you could barely think.

"Hafta- have to hit it… from there so you can't… see my face, huuh?" You manage out despite the heavy and hard pace he had stuck to.

"Sweetheart I look at that nice face all day. But I haven't seen this nice angle since we would spar together. Missed it a lot." He takes his hand off of your hip and traces your spine lightly with his fingertips before bringing his hand down hard onto the side of your ass. A whine is ripped from your throat as his hand makes contact, his hand tightening its grip in your hair as well.

Your head grows lighter as he keeps the bruising pace with the stinging feeling washing over you. Moans spilling out of your mouth easily now, he takes his hand out of your hair and wraps it around your throat— squeezing until each moan and whine was light with breath.

"Can't even be surprised that half of the soldiers are in love with you, fuck, you're so annoying." He says, a small groan escaping him as you get closer and closer. Tighter and tighter.

"You feel so good you'd have them lining up for this. Need… to ruin it for anyone else." He says gruffly, leaning down against your back before you feel a hot pain shoot through your shoulder. His teeth sunk into the skin as he speeds up his thrusts.

You choke out a warning enough before the euphoria takes over, his hand around your throat tightens. His thrusts slowing as you come down from your high as he took his hand away from your neck as you tried to catch your breath.

"So easy… at least make me work for it." He said as he slammed back into you, you tried grabbing the edge of the desk tighter, pulling at it as you tried to run away from the feeling.

"Stay here, you know you want to." He says, his hand on your back now, just placed in the center of your back. He put both of his hands on your hips then, holding you exactly where he wanted you.

"Such a dick." You mumble against your arm as he pulled almost all the way out, only allowing you the very tip. You whine and try to move back against him but his grip was strong and held you in place.

"Drool on my desk and you can tell Erwin why there are marks on his important papers." He grabbed your hair, pulling your head off his desk completely as he slammed into you again.

Your moans got louder and needier as he kept going, feeling him move against your tight walls— his hips slamming into the fat of your ass, driving you insane.

The back of your thighs stung from how hard his were slamming into them. Dripping onto his desk from how wet he made you with each thrust. His thighs a little sticky making it sting so good just a little more.

"How many other people have had you like this?" He asks, ramming into you. His voice starting to strain as he held in any noises.

"None, no one else." You call out before hearing a moan come from him. You tightened around him at the sound, needing to hear it again immediately.

"Good. No one else will, either. Got it?" He pulls your body off the desk, your hands fumbling to find place on the desk anywhere to hold yourself up.

"Yes. No one else." You whine out, feeling him hit the air out of your lungs with each thrust in. You wouldn't even question it if you were told he was resetting your heartbeat with each thrust.

"Good job." You hear him mumble right next to your ear, moaning quietly.

"I'm… I'm…" Your voice stops in your throat, his dizzying pace distracting you from possibly forming a sentence.

"Not yet. You can wait." He took his grip away from your hair to hold the side of your face and neck gently. His face buried on the other side as his moans got more frequent.

"But… please." You beg, his moans only spurring it on even more.

His thrusts get sloppy as he holds you against him tighter, moaning right in your ear.

"Go ahead, cum on me, pretty." He moans. Before you could even process what he said your body listened, the strained moan coming from you as he slammed into you, shoving both of you onto the table as he came inside you.

Each thrust hard and deep as he already started to leak out around himself.

You laid there under him catching your breath for what felt like ever, him doing the same on top of you.

Finally, he pulled out of you, backing away. "Clean yourself up. Your dripping down your thigh." He commented, walking away.

The cold air of the room hit you like a horse kick, realizing what you had just done. You sat there with the shame for a minute before feeling warmth around you. You stand on shaky legs to see he had covered you in his uniform shirt.

"Go on. Need you up so I can sign your paper off." He comments, sitting down at his desk with his pants on but unbuttoned. He looks up at you. "Well? Do you need an invitation to lay down?"

"Lay down where?"

"Dumbass." He stands up, putting his arm around you and walking you over to his bed. taking the shirt from you before he laid you down on the bed. Walking back to his desk before you could say anything. If you even could.

[dariakhch]

Have drawn this while staying at the summer house 🌼

[twofacedtitan]

The Road but make it Kuchel and Levi.

[loverowl]

give up on your dream and die.

i’m rewatching aot rn and i’m almost finished 💔. return to shiganshina is the best arc ever written and eruri is canon goodnight.

[4ckrmn]

Can you please write wife reader telling Levi that she’s pregnant with their first child during the 4 years inbetween season 3 and 4 (if you get what I mean😭🙏) ❤️ x

── .✦ three weeks late

after keeping the secret for three weeks, you finally tell levi you’re expecting your first child. fearing his reaction, you hide it until he responds with nothing but love, worry, and a promise to protect you both. for once, levi allows himself to dream of a future beyond survival.

[ 𓏵 ] --- levi ackerman x f!reader ˖ ࣪ ꉂ🗯˙ ‹— tags | canonverse • married couple • established relationship • pregnancy • soft & protective levi • fluff & tiny tad of angst • soft & quiet moments • levi going to be a dad

⧽ word count: 733

┈ [ 💌 ] this is actually my first time writing dad!levi, so i was a little nervous while writing this one. i really hope i portrayed him in a way that lived up to how you imagined he’d react 🥹

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the candle on the bedside table had burned low, throwing soft gold across the small room they shared in the survey corps housing. outside, the night was quiet in a way it almost never used to be. four years of relative peace had made silence feel almost suspicious.

you sat on the edge of the bed, fingers twisted in the hem of your nightshirt, heart hammering so hard you were sure your husband could hear it from across the room. levi was still half dressed from the evening’s paperwork, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, dark hair slightly mussed. he’d been quiet all day—quieter than usual—which only made the words stuck in your throat heavier.

he glanced up from where he was folding his cravat with precise, unnecessary care. those sharp gray eyes found yours immediately.

“you’ve been staring at the floor for ten minutes,” he said, voice low and even. “spit it out.”

you let out a shaky breath that was almost a laugh. “that obvious?”

he didn’t answer. just waited, arms crossing loosely over his chest.

you stood, crossed the few steps between you, and took his hands. his palms were warm, calloused, always carefully clean. the plain silver band on his left ring finger caught the candlelight for a second. you looked down at your matching one, then back up.

“i’m pregnant.”

the words came out softer than you’d planned.

levi went completely still.

for a long moment the only sound was the faint crackle of the candle. his fingers tightened around yours—just once, briefly—before he seemed to remember to breathe. his gaze dropped to your stomach, still flat beneath the thin fabric, then rose again to your face.

“you’re sure?”

you nodded. “i’ve known for a little over three weeks.”

his eyes narrowed slightly. “three weeks.”

you swallowed. “i found out during training. the dizziness, the nausea… i thought it was just heat at first. went to the medic quietly after drills. she confirmed it. i’ve been… careful since then. no high altitude work. no sparring that could risk a fall. i just didn’t tell you.”

levi’s jaw tightened. the silence stretched.

“you hid it from me,” he said, not accusing, but low and flat in that way that meant he was processing something he didn’t like.

“i was scared,” you admitted quietly. “of what you’d say. of what it means. of putting this on you when everything still feels so fragile. i needed a little time to sit with it first… even though we’re married.”

he exhaled slowly through his nose. one hand left yours and came to rest lightly against your abdomen, the touch almost reverent in its restraint. his thumb brushed once, barely there.

“a kid,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “our kid. in this world. and you were out there training with it.”

you covered his hand with both of yours. “i stopped the moment i knew. i swear. i just… wasn’t ready to say it out loud yet. not even to my husband.”

levi’s gaze stayed on your face for a long moment. then the sharp edges in his expression softened, just a fraction.

“you’re not going anywhere near the walls or any expedition while you’re carrying,” he said, the words automatic, protective. “and you’re not doing this alone. whatever this is… we’re in it together. even if you decided to keep it from me for three fucking weeks.”

a small, tired almost smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

you smiled back, eyes stinging. “i know. i’m sorry.”

he pulled you in then, forehead resting against yours, one arm sliding around your waist with careful strength. for a man who rarely wasted movement, the hug lasted a long time. you felt the tension in his shoulders slowly ease as he held you.

when he finally spoke again, his voice was rough at the edges.

“first child.” a small pause. “guess we’d better figure out how not to fuck it up and next time something this important happens… you tell me the same day. no more keeping things like this to yourself.”

you nodded against his collar, voice soft. “i will. i promise.”

levi’s hand stayed over your stomach, warm and steady, as if already standing guard. outside, the night remained quiet. inside the little room they shared as a married couple, something new and terrifying and hopeful had just begun—late by three weeks, but finally shared.

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Early Morning Shenanigans જ⁀➴

My 6th fic lol ⚝

Pairing- levi x reader ʚɞ

Genre- fluff ʚɞ

Modern Au ʚɞ

The first thing Levi registers is the warmth. A familiar, comforting weight pressed against his chest, and a soft, rhythmic puff of breath against his neck. The second thing is the tickle. A constellation of tiny, fleeting kisses being peppered across his jaw, his cheek, the corner of his mouth.

He cracked one eye open. The morning light was a pale, milky gray, filtering through the curtains. He could just make out the top of your head, your hair a chaotic mess against his shoulder.

"Mm," he grumbled, his voice a low rasp of sleep. "You're up."

"Mmhmm," you hummed against his skin, your lips brushing his stubbled chin. You pressed another kiss there, then one on his nose. "Good morning."

"It's too early for this," he muttered, but his hand, of its own accord, came up to rest on the small of your back.

"It's never too early for this," you whispered, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. You proceeded to trail a line of kisses down to his collarbone, then back up, each one deliberate and slow.

Levi let out a huff of a breath. It wasn't annoyance. It was a sound of defeat. "We have to get up. We're going to be late."

"We're not going to be late if we just... don't go," you mumbled against his throat, your lips brushing his pulse point.

"Get up," he said, his tone firmer this time, but his hand on your back tightened almost imperceptibly. "If we're both late, there will be rumors. You know how people are. They'll think we were..."

"Weren't we?" you interrupted, lifting your head to look at him with wide, innocent eyes. You propped yourself up on an elbow, your hair falling around your face like a curtain. "I mean, it's not a rumor if it's true, is it?"

Levi gave you a flat, unimpressed look. "We are not having this conversation at six forty-five in the morning."

"What's wrong with six forty-five?" you asked, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead, then his left eyelid. "It's a perfectly respectable time to be... affectionate."

"It's a perfectly respectable time to be getting ready for work," he countered, but he didn't push you away. Instead, he let out another soft sigh, his eyes fluttering closed as you kissed the tip of his nose.

"You know," you murmured, your voice taking on a wheedling, persuasive tone, "I heard it's supposed to rain later. We'll get wet and dirty. It's just going to be miserable."

"We'd be fighting our boss's temper," Levi corrected dryly.

"I'm a very good fighter," you said, completely unbothered, and kissed his cheek again. "And you're very warm. And I'm very comfortable. It's perfect. Nothing happens if we're just a little late. The world won't end. My emails will be there tomorrow. Your reports will still be there." You gave him a sweet, pleading smile. "Please?"

Levi stared at you for a long moment, his grey eyes searching yours. He looked like he was doing complex math in his head, weighing the pros and cons. You saw the exact moment his resolve crumbled, just a little. He let out a long, weary sigh that was the sound of total surrender.

"Fine," he said, the word sounding pained. "Ten more minutes."

"Ten!" You cheered, and immediately burrowed back into his chest, peppering his face with a frantic, happy series of kisses. "You're the best. The absolute best."

"I know," he said, and you could feel the rumble of his voice in his chest. "Now be quiet. And stop moving."

Two hours (and a lot of ten-minute increments) later, you were both finally out of bed. You sat at the kitchen counter, watching Levi move around the kitchen with practiced efficiency. He was making omelets, the scent of butter and eggs filling the small, sunlit space. You'd offered to help, but he'd just given you a look that said you'd only get in the way, so you'd taken a seat and enjoyed the show.

He slid a plate in front of you, the omelet perfectly golden, a sprinkle of fresh chives on top. You took a bite and let out a small, happy sigh.

"I love you," you said, mouth full.

"Eat," he said, sitting opposite you with his own plate. He was already multitasking, eating and checking his phone, his brow furrowed in concentration. A second later, he sighed. "My team's already sending emails. It's fine."

You watched him for a moment, a mischievous glint in your eye. You stabbed a piece of tomato with your fork and held it up. "Here. Open up."

He gave you a flat look. "I'm not a child."

"It's a peace offering for keeping you in bed," you said, wiggling the fork.

He held your gaze for a moment, then sighed again, his shoulders dropping. He leaned forward and took the tomato from your fork, chewing methodically. You beamed at him.

"You know," you said, leaning forward, "we could just... call in. Say we're both sick. It's the perfect excuse."

Levi didn't even look up from his plate. "I would absolutely not do that."

"Oh, come on," you coaxed, stabbing a piece of mushroom. "What's a little white lie between colleagues? We have a good excuse..."

"We have a meeting at ten," he interrupted, his tone final.

"We have a meeting at ten," you mimicked in a deep, grumbly voice, then sighed dramatically. "Fine. But I'm not happy about it."

You both finished eating. You collected the plates and rinsed them, while Levi went to the living room to gather his things. You followed him, leaning against the doorframe to your bedroom. He was shrugging on his button-down shirt, his movements efficient and precise.

You watched him for a moment, then moved forward. "Here, let me."

He stopped and gave you a look, but didn't protest. You stepped in close, the familiar scent of his cologne, clean, crisp, a hint of cedar, washing over you. You started with the bottom button, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his undershirt. You worked your way up, your touch lingering a little longer than necessary on each button.

He stood perfectly still, his eyes fixed on yours, a silent challenge. When you got to the top, you smoothed your hands over the crisp, white fabric of his collar, flattening it. You then reached up to fix his hair, which was a little tamer than it had been this morning, but still possessed a slight, rebellious wave that he always claimed was 'unprofessional.' You ran your fingers through it, gently pushing a stray strand back into place.

"There," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "All set."

He didn't move. His grey eyes were dark, unreadable. "You messed it up in the first place."

"I did," you admitted, a slow smile spreading across your face. "I'm a terrible influence."

"You're a bad influence," he confirmed, his voice low.

You leaned in, your lips brushing his. "You love me."

He didn't say anything for a second. Then, his hand came up to cup the back of your head, tilting it slightly. He kissed you. It wasn't a rushed, hurried peck. It was slow and deliberate, a quiet, solemn promise that spoke louder than any words.

When he pulled back, his thumb traced your cheekbone. "Genuinely against my will," he murmured.

You laughed softly, your heart feeling like it was about to burst. You leaned your forehead against his, just breathing for a moment.

Then you pulled away with a dramatic groan, pressing a hand to your temple. "Ugh. Actually, Levi... I'm so tired. I feel... kind of weird."

He frowned, his hand dropping to your wrist, checking your pulse with practiced ease. "Weird how?"

You let out a shaky sigh, slumping against him. "Just... dizzy. And my throat's a little scratchy. I think I might be coming down with something. I don't think I can make it in today."

He studied your face, his gaze sharp and calculating. You held his stare, trying to look as pitiful as possible. After a tense moment, his expression softened, just a fraction.

"You're faking," he said flatly.

"I'm not," you insisted, but the slight smirk tugging at your lips betrayed you.

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "You're impossible."

"And you're the director," you said, batting your eyelashes. "You can handle one day without me. Besides, if I'm not there, no one's going to gossip about us being late together. I'll just tell them I'm sick."

He stared at you for a long, silent moment. Then, to your surprise, he let out a low chuckle, rare, and so soft you almost missed it.

"Fine," he said, grabbing his wallet and keys. "Stay. Rest. Don't burn the place down. I'll deal with the team."

"Really?" you perked up instantly, all traces of sickness gone.

"Really," he said, giving you one last look. "But if I get a single passive-aggressive email from upper management about your absence, I'm blaming you."

He rolled his eyes, fond and exasperated, and walked out the door. The lock clicked behind him.

You stood there in the quiet apartment, the ghost of his kiss still on your lips. You smiled to yourself, already planning how to be a 'bad influence' all over again when he got home, but for now, you were going back to bed.

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