I feel like #47 with #34 would be so cute with levi but instead him or the reader lets it slip and confesses about it to other people
Levi Ackerman x reader || Spill the beans
Prompt 47 and 34-> make your own request
a “field day” turns into a confession when levi can’t hide his jealousy.
the scouts were scattered across the training field, shouts and laughter echoing as hange directed the chaos with uncontainable glee.
“all right, everyone, let’s make this interesting! capture the flag—teams are set!” hange announced, spinning a clipboard. you swallowed your nerves and jogged to your team’s designated corner, eyes scanning the field. the flag fluttered just ahead of you, and you dropped into a ready stance.
your team looked to you, the unofficial protector of the flag, and you gave a small nod. “don’t let them touch it.” your voice was calm, but inside your stomach was doing flips. you could feel levi’s eyes on you from across the field. of course. he was on the opposing team, and of course, he would be tasked with stealing your flag.
the whistle blew, and chaos erupted. you blocked attacks, tagged runners, and dodged with precise movements. then you saw him—levi, moving like a shadow between the others. your heart jumped. he wasn’t supposed to be this fast. not that it mattered; you had to stay focused.
then one of the new recruits—a clumsy, overly eager kid—grabbed your arm, laughing as he tried to pull you away from the flag. you froze for a second, annoyed, but didnt bother to shove him off.
and that’s when levi saw it.
his normally impassive face tightened ever so slightly. a spark of something you recognized all too well—jealousy—flared behind his grey eyes. and when he charged toward you, it wasn’t just to grab the flag; it was to get between you and the newbie.
you barely had time to react before he was in front of you, chest practically brushing yours.
“move,” he said, voice low, uncharacteristically rough.
you smirked, wrapping an arm around the newbie. “oh? and if i don’t?”
levi froze. for half a heartbeat, the field disappeared. only you. and the blush rising on his cheeks betrayed him. then the newbie wiggled again, making levi’s grip on his composure slip. “i—look, you—” he started, fumbling in the middle of the field.
“you what?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.
“you’re mine,” he muttered before he could stop himself, tone loud enough that several scouts froze mid-run, staring. your jaw dropped. he blinked, realizing what he’d just said.
“shit—” you started, but hange was already laughing like a maniac.
“ohhh! looks like someone finally spilled the beans!”
levi’s face turned redder than any blood you’d ever seen. you crossed your arms, heart hammering—not from the running, not from the game, but from the fact that everyone now knew.
levi glanced at the newbie, eyes sharp, protective, flustered. “don’t… tell anyone else,” he muttered, voice almost a growl, tugging at your arm to move you out of the line of sight of other scouts.
you grinned, letting him pull you. “a little late for that babe… you might want to work on your poker face”
he groaned, dragging you behind a tree, but you could feel the heat radiating off him. his hand brushed yours, and he didn’t pull away. you squeezed his fingers.
the flag? it was forgotten. the game? irrelevant. because suddenly, the secret between the two of you wasn’t a secret anymore.
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