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Finally, we have arrived to the last work (7/7) of the Candy Heart Club! Levi Ackerman is our last boy up with the candy heart saying “I’m Yours”. Thank you so much for all of your support throughout this even, you guys are the best! Stay sweet and happy February!
Prompt:Candlelight dinners and moonlight strolls are something you and Levi do so rarely, you don’t even remember the last time either of you had the time to do something so peaceful and lovely. So, when Levi suggests to do both in the same evening? Something’s gotta be up.
A/N: Firstly, I would like to say I am so sorry that this is getting out so late. Some IRL stuff came up that I had to deal with, so that had to take my priority. Secondly, I would like to thank each and every one of you for consistently supporting me throughout this event! I had a lot of fun with these prompts and making fun stuff for Valentine’s Day and the month of February. And, lastly, thank you all so so much for 800! I really have so much fun writing these works and being a part of this fun community online and I look forward to many more things in the future. For now, I hope you enjoy this fic!
Word Count: 1.4K
Biting into the roll, you almost groan at the taste. After it was warmed and slathered with butter, a delacy within the Scout Regiment, it was practically the best thing you’ve ever tasted.
“Don’t choke on it,” Levi’s voice from across the table interrupted your chewing, an “are you kidding me” look present on his face.
“It’s so good,” you say, almost in awe of how it seemed to hug your taste buds, “how’d you get it?” Levi shook his head and smiled, passing you the second half of his roll towards you wordlessly. You looked up at him and down at the roll and then back to him. He confirms his intentions and you scoop the roll onto your plate.
“I just talked to a few people to find out where they were.” He says nonchalantly, his gaze fixated on the little candle burning on the small table you were seated at.
“What’d you tell them this time - you’ll make them trim every blade of grass with a pair of scissors, one by one?” You quip, sighing happily into the perfectly cooked meal all laid out before you. Levi’s hand settles gently atop yours, brushing your skin with his calloused thumb. Silence settles as the two of you eat, savoring the delectable food that only comes around once in a while. Even though the both of you were high ranking soldiers within the scout regiment, really good food was hard to come by. So, tonight, it was a gift - an expensive one.
“I don’t want you to rush, so just keep enjoying your dinner, but I was thinking we could take the horses out for a bit tonight.” Raising a brow and pronging another morsel onto your fork, you wave it around a bit, gesturing to him.
“What is all this? Candlelight dinner, a moonlight ride… it’s very romantic.” Rolling his eyes, he pinches your hand a bit.
“We’ve both been busy and we haven’t had time to do either in a while, so I figured we could just do both tonight.” You give him a grin as you pop the last bit of food, part of the roll that you had saved, into your mouth. You didn’t feel the need to mention that the two of you went out for a long walk the other night, soaking up the fresh air and the presence of each other just two weeks ago.
“Okay then,” you say, swallowing the last bit of food. If Levi wanted to be romantic and gentlemanly and sweet, you weren’t going to stop him. It’s not a side of him you get to see often. To you, he was like a street cat that had to be slowly tamed. You knew he had a much more vulnerable center but the shell he kept around himself was scrappy and protective. But, with enough trust, that little cat would roll onto its back and expose its soft underbelly, longing for affection. Swallowing the last of your food, you flip your hand so that it rests now completely in his palm. You tug him up from his seat a bit and the two of you walk down the quiet corridor of the unofficial scout HQ, finding your way towards the stables.
Brushing your horse’s mane was something so subtly calming that you found yourself unraveling every strand for hours. Thus, your dapple gray horse was always in peak condition - its ivory and taupe mane and tail always flowing and a very happy animal that would take you anywhere you wanted to go.
“That animal is spoiled.” Whipping around from where you were situating your saddle to the man who was already seated atop his black horse, there was Levi.
“She is not spoiled, she just looks pristine. As opposed to yours, even though I brush him from time to time. I told you that you needed to be more consistent with his care or else he’ll buck you off.” Levi exhales out of his nose a little harshly, hard enough that you could hear it, and he pats his horse on the neck.
“Hurry up, we’re losing moonlight.” He says, drawling a bit on the last word. Your laugh, which sounded like a short snort, came out of your mouth as you buckle the girth of the saddle, situate your foot in one of the stirrups, and hoist yourself up and onto your mare.
“Yeah, yeah, let’s get going. You lead the way, since you’re so eager to get out there.” Levi turns his horse around a bit and taps it with his heels, encouraging the black stallion into a steady trot. You fall in place beside him easily.
The ride was lovely, the warm summer air wrapping around you like a hug. There were fireflies, their lights flickering on and off, dotting yours and Levi’s way as he led you deeper through the plains and into the woods.
“Levi, where are we going? We’ve kinda strayed off course from the regular riding path,” you ask, both of your horses now at a languid walking pace. His chiseled face maintained a steady gaze forward.
“Let it be a surprise, will you?” He huffs, a quiver of a smile flitting across his lips. A similar one spreads across your face as you twist your horse’s mane in between your fingers alongside the reins.
“Okay, Levi Ackerman. Surprise me.” Finally, he looks at you. He guides his horse closer to you and pulls your arm, giving you a quick kiss.
“You’re a smartass. Now, hop on behind me and I’ll guide your horse there. Close your eyes, and don’t peek.” Giggling, like you’re twelve years old, you hop onto your hot boyfriend’s horse and wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek into his back. Oh if little you could see you now. You could almost feel him roll his eyes, but he shakes a bit as a chuckle reverberates through him. You two stay like this for a couple more minutes until, finally, you feel the both of you pause.
“Okay, can I open?” You ask, eager to see what Levi has tried keeping a secret for the entire evening.
“Yeah,” he says, dismounting and holding your hand, helping you off while still keeping your eyes closed. “You can open ‘em.” As your Y/E/C eyes flutter open, you have to inhale a huge breath because of the scene around you. Like it was plucked out of an award winning painting, an enchanting setting fell across your view. A pond full of lily pads and a grove of willow trees, the most gorgeous field of flowers befell you. It was like the petals were born from the starry sky, the color pulled from the very moon beams that nurtured it. It was such beauty, such calmness that you didn’t think you could ever find in nature, in this world. Slowly, you sink into the beds of flowers and draw your hands over them, marveling at both their strength and delicacy.
“Levi, I… I don’t even know the words to describe this place.” Overwhelming your senses, you feel the tears in your eyes well. For the first time, you think in your entire life, happy tears start trickling down your face. Wordlessly, he cups your face with both of his hands and stares into your eyes, his own dull gray capturing every speck of color in yours.
“Y/N, I know I’m not easy to love. I never have been, and I don’t know if I ever will be. But I know that I love you, and dammit, I want you to love me.”
“I do love you-”
“Just let me finish.” And you do. “I want you to love me for the rest of your lives. And I know that I will love you. So, just…” Levi pauses, a little lost for words. “I’m yours - completely yours, if you’ll be mine.” It’s not a storybook proposal by any means. There’s no ring, no promise of a wedding, no ‘will you marry me’. But you know what this means, and it means more than any of those things could.
“I’m yours,” you promise, kissing him and wrapping your arms around his neck. “I am yours.”
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Welcome to the fourth of seven works of the Candy Heart Club! Fourth up is Levi Ackerman with the candy heart saying “One and Only”. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the event taglist, and as always, the event masterlist is linked right above! Stay sweet and happy February!
Prompt:Humanity’s strongest soldier never thought about settling down with anyone - but when he sees you? He can’t stop wondering about what a life with you might look like.
A/N: Hi guys! Here is the fourth part of the Valentine’s Day event! Another fic should be up later tonight, so be on the lookout for that. But yay! Levi! Our fav captain! I hope you all enjoy <3
Word Count: 1.4K
Considering he was a man with a constant struggle against insomnia, Levi Ackerman didn’t rest much. While he was always willing to lay down with you for a bit until you drift off to sleep, but after he was sure you were deep in dreamland, he’d carefully let you go and move his arms - leaving you on the bed curled up under covers and allowing him to tiptoe out of your shared room and into his office directly adjacent to it. But while his physical self strayed a bit farther from you, his mind surely did not. In fact, when he wasn’t flying in the air with blades unsheathed, his eyes set dead on the nape of the titan in front of him, his thoughts only seemed to be of you.
It was odd, he used to think, that you had chosen him of all people to be interested in. He didn’t fit the bill of primary requirements that women might want; sure he was athletic, built, and had a pretty face - but he was also short, working most of the time, and harsh. You liked to joke that you didn’t choose and that you were just stuck with him through some twist of fate, but every time before the two of you would leave for a mission, you’d leave him with the same words: “I’d always choose you.” And he, without hesitation, would always choose you too.
You were a clear leader amongst your colleagues and the scouts, but held an understanding that Levi lacked. You were able to note the relationships between the cadets and what made them tick, you knew what meal day tended to be their favorite, but most importantly, you knew him.
Levi was a difficult person to understand. Buried deep under layers and layers of hard cold exterior was a most vulnerable and sensitive human being. The memories of his mother, his first two friends, and his squad were pushed down so he didn’t have to relive it every thirty seconds. And you knew all of it. You knew that when he tipped his head down a bit, just so that his hair covered his eyes, it would be so that no one could see the tears threatening to spill from them. You knew when he wanted a hug, he needed one. You know he loves you.
It was another one of those nights where sleep couldn’t grace him. He was left to stare at the ceiling while you buried your face into the crook of his neck. Your breathing tickled the skin there and it blew back the tips of his hair just a little bit, but he didn’t mind. Not one bit. In fact, tonight, he held on a bit tighter to you instead of slipping away to make a dent in his ever growing pile of paperwork. He turned his head just a bit to look at you. Your face was clear of the stress and worry lines that held purchase on your skin during the day. Your eyes weren’t scrunched in frustration or confusion at the new squad formation blueprints. You looked so peaceful, it almost made Levi want to cry.
This was how he wanted you to be every day. Not in the sense of you shouldn’t be a part of the survey corps - he knew you would never be happy sitting around in a house while there was something you could be doing to help the cause. He wanted the titans to be gone and for the two of you to live in a little cottage in the countryside, where the only thing you would hear in the mornings would be the bluebirds singing and the little stream in your yard rushing. He wants to see you smiling as the two of you read in chairs outside, rocking back and forth on your front porch. And then when he looks down at your hands and sees the rings on both your fingers- woah.
“Where the hell did that come from.” He thinks aloud, whispering the words. He looks back to the ceiling, then glances at you again. Marriage was something that was always on his no-no list. Too big of a commitment in the world he was currently living in. Just the notion of what the ring brought along with it made him nervous and unsteady. He despised the thought of finding a severed hand with a ring on it even more. So why was he thinking about it? Finally, he resumed his usual nightly routine. He unwound his arms from you, making sure you were still sound and asleep, lightly snoring against your pillow, and then he made his way out of the room and towards his desk.
He all but collapsed into his office chair, blowing out air from his puffed cheeks as he retraced his mental steps. Obviously, he loves you. He would be a fool to try and think otherwise. But where did that urge for that sort of future come from? It’d be ideal for both of you to make it alive and out of this hell the two of you were privy to. But marriage? Dressing up and having a little ceremony, him in his best clothes and you in a sweet white dress with a little bouquet of flowers in your hand. It was all so domestic, so carefree. Not at all feeling like there was an invisible time limit on it all. No sand from an hourglass falling, no time on a watch ticking.
Levi’s eyes darted around his desk. Papers were stacked in tidy piles, pens lined up neatly along the left side. He pulled open all his drawers except for the big one at the bottom, leaving that one completely alone. There wasn’t much to be seen within them - a magnifying glass and loose leaf paper being some of the only things in it. Then, he finds it. One of the two things he kept from his mother. The first was folded nicely atop a stack of fresh clothes tomorrow, the ivory white cravat that was cut from the cloth of his mother’s dress. And now, in his hands, was the second. It was simple, not nearly polished enough, and without any kind of stone or adornments welded on to it. The little ring that his mother had worn on a necklace ever since he was a baby. If he could imagine it hard enough, he could remember trying to grab on to it as a toddler and twisting it between his little fingers. He played with it in his palm, now. Letting it roll around and settle into his palm, leaving faint tracks of dust all over it. Rubbing at it a little with the handkerchief relieved it of some of the grime, leaving a matte, but nice, looking ring.
Levi stood, a clean ring in his hand and a view of you sleeping in his eyes. He took a deep breath and stepped towards you, moving without any desire to shove the small piece of jewelry back into the depths of his desk. You’re still sleeping and don’t even stir when he climbs back into bed and blows out the candle, carefully peeling back and then covering himself in the blankets you were tucked into. Like a puzzle piece, he maneuvers himself so that he’s back to where he was before with your head in the crook of his neck and your left hand played across his chest. But now, instead of trying to find a way to sleep, he gently lifted your hand. With a shuddering breath, he plucks the ring from his hand and begins to slide it slowly onto your ring finger. It fits perfectly. And then, like a butterfly, he holds your hand in his - and a smile crosses his face. A silent, sappy smile that he would be shocked to find on himself if he looked into a mirror. But looking at what he wanted his future to be in the flesh was overwhelming to him in the best way possible.
Of course, though, you had to stir awake. Blinking the sleep away from your eyes slowly, you register something on your hand that wasn’t there before.
“Did you put a ring on my finger?” You mumble, wiggling your left ring finger and looking at the man whose arms you were in.
“Yeah.” He says simply, looking down at you now with a neutral expression.
“Hmm,” you hum, closing your eyes and snuggling in closer to him. “Okay.” With that, he closes his eyes too and, like a miracle, Levi finds sleep that night. Tucked into bed, no thoughts of the dangers ahead, and with you. His one and only.
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Everything he does is just so sweet. Whether it’s holding your hand on the way back to Heights Alliance or leaving you flowers. You notice a little something that’s missing - that passion to melt your heart.
Katsuki Bakugo loves you, he knows he does, but just why is he having trouble saying it? No matter how many times the two of you are alone and the scene is just right, he gets too in his head and can’t say it. So, what else can he do?
Shinso doesn’t do overly lovey-dovey stuff. He’s not a ‘show up at your door with a bouquet of flowers and a heart box full of chocolate’ type of guy. But now he has you, and well… he’s just a little more romantic nowadays.
Humanity’s strongest soldier never thought about settling down with anyone - but when he sees you? He can’t stop wondering about what a life with you might look like.
Shoto Todoroki is all cool and collected until you come into the picture. Now his stomach flips when you give him a smile and he feels his cheeks flush when you give him a high five after training. It’s official - he’s got the bug.
The little notes slipped onto your desk by a secret admirer have you hiding your smile and twirling your hair. Just who is writing his way into your heart?
Candlelight dinners and moonlight strolls are something you and Levi do so rarely, you don’t even remember the last time either of you had the time to do something so peaceful and lovely. So, when Levi suggests to do both in the same evening? Something’s gotta be up.
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description:you sit and fondly recollect the first time you and Levi met.
tags/warnings:tea shop owner x captain!levi, levi has a dirty mouth but he’s not degrading really?? doting levi, soft overall?? my classic romantic smut? kinda shy levi?? mutiple sex positions, levi’s not a stalker okay!! he’s shy!! canonverse, tw: levi making a shit joke. 1 second angst at the end.
wc:4.3k
an:I actually felt like crying when I finished this because I couldn’t believe I’d managed to finally break through my writers block and write this in one sitting today. I’ve been in a low place but I can’t wait to start writing again angels. soft levi x canonically dirty mouthed levi how have I NEVER written levi x tea shop owner !
You remember the first time you met Levi, the famous Levi. ‘Scout Captain Levi’. Tending to your bakery, sweeping dutifully away at the mahogany floorboards, the rain pattering upon the windows. You remember the first time you felt his eyes on you. You felt them even as you walked halfway across the shop floor to the fire, lighting it and flipping the shop’s sign to closed.
You then sat, propped on your chair, by the fire and in the candlelight, you cracked open a good book. It was only the morning after, a Sunday. That you met the man who had watched you all night through that window, even in the rain. He stepped in, his eyes drenched in awe and an already blooming devotion that you weren’t quite skilled at deciphering from him yet. But never did he make you uncomfortable.
“Morning, I’m here to buy some tea.” His voice was low and husky, and it made you feel fuzzy inside, as it was so deep that it felt like it resonated in your core. Nevertheless, you batted the lustful thoughts away, while then he sniffled, and then coughed a little. “Sure, nice to officially meet you Captain Levi sir,"
He shook his head, loyally following you to the shelf you were heading to, "I’m not your captain… just Levi."
You laughed with what you thought at the time was too boisterously, but his eyes had lit up just behind you. "Ah, good then.” You finally said, gathering a bunch of different blends, talking him through each one, and popping them in paper bags. He insisted on paying but you refused to take his money.
He almost playfully scowled, and at this point you were shocked, his reputation was clearly all wrong. “How will I repay you then? I don’t like being indebted to people."
You leaned, hand on his bicep you lightly chided him. "You can come in at night and keep me company if you see fit, rather than catching yourself a chill.” When you pulled back to see his face, a slight blush was beginning to singe his cheeks. He nodded and without another word, he left.
That same evening, you did the same routine, yet this time you took a long bath, and then when you came down to the shop floor to sit beside the fire, you heard three gentle knocks at the door. You smiled to yourself, dressed this time in a white silky robe, underneath only pearly-coloured garments clinging to your form. “Good evening,” He said your name like he was being careful with it, like he was afraid of butchering it.
You ushered him in with a warm smile, closing the cold of December right behind him. “I bet you wanna sit by the fire huh?” He nodded, eyes fixed anywhere but your face and your body, your hair still slightly wet from your bath. His fists clenched by his sides, seeing you so intimately like this made his teeth ache. “I’ll grab you a chair,” you muttered, unsure as to why his face had fallen. You drew the curtains, and neared the chair beside the till. And that’s when you felt your heart beat with all of its might, for the first time.
His body could have almost pressed completely against yours, but cruel air separated you two. But two soft and yet calloused hands gently beat yours in grabbing the same chair, “I’ve got it, sit. Please.” You breath was shaky as you nodded and slipped back to your chair just like he had asked.
Placing the chair gracefully beside yours, you turned your head at him, already completely curious. “Why would you want to spend time with me, Levi? I hear your scouts throw parties almost every night?”
He chuckles a little, and you notice that his hair is a little wet too, you lean forward slightly and finally catch his aroma. He smells fresh like pine and spearmint, but it’s also like his pores exude a warm smokey vanilla scent. Heavenly. “I’ve also heard you’re all a little averse to bathing but I can see you…” You chuckle a little awkwardly, but then your eyes widen at his fingernails. Filed, cut, without not even a speck of dirt.
“Some scouts like to drink and let loose, everyone’s got something to take the edge off. Maybe I’m just more of a loner,” He chuckles dryly and you feel your brows knit, it was the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard. “Everyone calls me a clean freak, but I’d rather that than walk around covered in shit, I’m sure you understand.”
You choke on laughter at his brashness and he finds himself joining in. When it peters out
he finally lets his eyes meet yours and it feels like the world stops. “And I wanted to spend time with you because I respect the way you live your life, n’ I like your shop,” There’s more on the tip of his tongue but he can’t gather the strength to say it, maybe one day he will.
He wants to tell you that he’s been watching you for a while, that he’s seen your beautiful face filled with hope in the crowds when he’s gotten back from expeditions. He searches for it first. That he’s seen and heard you fiercely defend the scouts to anyone who’d insulted them in your earshot. He’s noticed that the clothes you wear no one else has, and that he’s seen you at the market, buying yards and yards of mostly white linen and silk to stitch yourself in. Many nights he’s watched you not leave the same spot, needle jutting out of your mouth, threading the most beautiful articles of clothing. If you made him a shirt he’d never take it off.
He watches the way you hum as you move, oh the way your lips pout, he wishes his hands could be slotted to your hips, humming in harmony. Kettle boiling, he himself in loose white garments, both of you in a life without this all. He’d worship you, he’d never let you work a day, he hates people but he’d deal with all the customers, he loves tea, and he loves the scent of freshly baked bread, it clings to your hair.
You lift your slippered foot and teasingly tap his knee, before extending and then resting your leg on his thigh with a relaxed sigh. Catching him in his daydream. “Then I guess we’re stuck with each other, aren’t we?” He smiled, adjusting his collar with a nod. His eyes lapping over your smooth and naked calves as you seat them on his thighs. “I’ll be reading tonight, you, what will you be doing?"
"I’ll just be here,” he tells you, but you can see that he’s more asking, like he’s apologetic. His voice peters off, and at once he’s shy. “I’d like your company. It’s all I’ll ask of you."
You feel your cheeks burn hotly, but nod, shifting your gaze onto the pages on your lap, watching through the corner of your eye the way his hands are fixed to his sides and the way his eyes are on your lower legs. You stretch them, they hurt, after all, you work on your feet all day in the shop. "Are you always this trusting?”
You smile, giving him an all-knowing glance, “No, never.”
Good.
Months pass. Levi starts to bring his paperwork, he starts to bring his own candles as you spend this time in the evening together. Then it’s teacups, then it’s books he wants you to read aloud for you both, but it’s one night that everything really changes. A gift.
It’s early March, the air is still bitterly cold, and you and Levi are sitting together, he’s reading a paper, one hand rubbing your foot. He insists these days, he thinks you work too hard. Beside him, are a few ginger biscuits and some black tea, those biscuits are the sweetest things he eats. You smile at the way his eyes examine every word, but you frown at the way his shirt cuts into his throat and the way his jacket pulls taught just under his arms.
“Are you comfortable?” you practically blurt out.
Startled, but used to your curious questions about anything from him to Titan-slaying. He practically scolds you, squeezing your foot playfully. “With you, well of course I am.”
“I mean your clothes."
He shifts his bangs from his eyes, he wants to face you properly. "It’s my uniform.”
You’ve managed all these months without a single argument, but there’s something in his tone. “No no, I just meant, at night wouldn’t it be nice for you to wear that grey shirt of yours! Or-”
He leans forward in his seat, a hand coming to your upper arm, squeezing in comfort. “I understand what you mean.” God, he’s so blunt sometimes, but he tries not to be with you.
“Well then, I’ve made you something!” You stand and run upstairs to your living space, opening a drawer of yours, to an outfit folded both in squares and wrapped in white tissue paper, finished with an emerald green ribbon tying it all together.
You run back down the shop floor and Levi turns in his seat from the fire to you, his face visually lights up, but his eyes narrow. “That’s not for me is it?"
Levi’s not sure his heart can take this.
You sit beside him, shyly offering him the gift. "Please, just open it. You could wear these as pyjamas or just around after hours when you’re alone, relaxing, that kinda thing!"
He opens every part of it, painstakingly so, until he reaches the smooth cream fabric of a shirt so smooth it almost slips his fingers. He wants to wash his hands before he even touches it any further, but he resists. His heart lurches, the collar is embroidered inside, "Levi.” with a single flower beside it. His heart pangs.
“You can wear it anytime though! If you wanted to go out for a drink at a tavern, errands! Anything.”
“It’s too precious to wear anywhere else but here.” he swears, holding it in his hands like it’s alive, and like it’s holy. He adores it, it’s the best gift he’s ever received. “Thank you.”
“The other thing! Please!” Blushing, he nods, finding a pair of trousers less-fitted than his usual, in a striking navy. He strokes at them with the back of his fingers, with tenderness. “You can still get ODM gear over those I think. I hope they fit! I guessed measurements…”
He resists the urge to physically clutch his heart.
He doesn’t know how to compliment things, not really. But he knows how to be grateful, “I’ve never had a pair like this, I don’t ever buy myself anything but tea and brooms. This is something nobody has ever done anything like for me.” Maybe his mother once.
He swallows, folding them up carefully he sets them on the table, and kneels before you, grasping your hand he presses a kiss to it. “I am happy with my gifts, thank you,” he whispers shyly into your hand.
“I’m glad you are, thank you for accepting them. That’s all I wanted.”
Now is the time, he can feel it in the air and he knows you can, he’s sure, suddenly he’s so sure. “What else do you want?” he asks, sitting back beside you, his stomach flooding with nerves.
“Well…” You dither, eyes shifting over his face, to his lips, rosy and smooth, soft creases. You slot your arm around his neck, but Levi takes it a step further, with a gentle caress he takes your chin.
“Can I?” he whispers, you nod. Smiling into his lips as he joins his to yours, his head softly turns, as your lips join and part in soft motions. You smile against his lips, lovesick when you feel his hand slide through yours, each finger resting cosily beside your own. Breaking away a single moment, he faces you, then clutching onto your hips he lifts and then places you onto his lap, without not even a breath of effort.
Quickly, things grow sloppy, his hands stay rested on your lower back, smoothing at the skin there as he peeks his fingers under your shirt. You find yourself growing needy, running your fingers through the silky hair of his undercut, gasping into his lips for more. He slides his tongue into every motion, light grunts heating up your skin. With need, you join your lower half to his thigh, grinding yourself forwards on him he starts to pant. Since your lips dressed his, he felt himself grow hard and hot and heavy between his own legs, but he hardly cares. He wants your pleasure on a platter, he wants his mouth on your sex. He wants you to pull on his hair as you scream out in pure unadulterated pleasure.
He can’t help it as he starts to pull on your pants, gasping when you let him, hands reaching behind you and then over his, helping him force them down. “I want you, now.” you moan, as he threads his hand between your legs, seeking your cunt.
“I want y-” He gasps from the wetness he’s awarded, so shocked that he hardly notices you unzipping his pants and letting his hard cock free.
“Please Levi, give it to me.” His brows raise and knit as you grind forward, aligning your dripping core to his shaft, and swaying your hips. “Fuck, Levi, I’ve wanted you like this for so long, all to myself.”
He abandons all sense. Gripping his cock in one hand, he rubs it against your pussy, head thrown back at the sensation. “I’m all yours, yours, yours,” he whispers, over and over again, swallowed noises of pleasure in his throat as you tear his shirt open. Latching your lips and teeth onto his collarbones, you both slip in your arousals.
Through the merging of your bodies he gazes down at how pretty your body is, shifting your shirt up, and then off, he shuffles to pleasure your breasts. “I don’t deserve this,” he growls, in awe as his hands shift around your chest, sucking your nipples and attempting to take your breasts in their entirety, fitting them into his mouth, with his eyes boring into yours.
“Perfection,” he mutters through the marking of your neck and the squeezing of the squishy flesh of your breasts.
“Please,” You slur, in a haze, your hips starting to ache. You need more, “Need to feel you some more."
"You do? You wanna feel my fucking cock, don’t you?” He breathes hot and heavy in your ear, “But I want your body and I want all of it, so you’re gonna have to be patient."
You cling to him moaning as he starts to smack his heavy tip against your clit even harder, making you melt and simper. "Filthy mouth.” You whimper, “But I’ve always loved that about you Lev-” you coo shakily, distracted by how thick and hot his cock feels. “Even though you’re such a gentleman.” The more he taps himself on you, the more you feel a burning arousal and also a bashfulness. What if you come from this alone? Dear god.
“Yeah, well, if you think I’m any kind of gentleman, I don’t fuck like one, got it?”
It’s like something carnal in you switches, the dirty words, the way he’s slapping his cock right against your cunt with some sort of claim. You feel dizzy. “I’m gonna break you down. You’re going to let me.” he omits decidedly, passionately.
You nod into his neck, only moans and hums of agreement spilling into it. “I can’t believe you’re enjoying this so much, are you gonna finish?” he chokes, increasing the speed, lewd splashing sounds fill the room, “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m seeing you like this. Tell me, sweetheart are you about to come?” His voice is pitched low and deep, almost in amusement, sending you further off the edge.
“Levi please!” You squeeze him tight, falling against him panting and heavy while he chuckles deeply in your ear, having groaned with you in your finish. You feel yourself covering his cock in slick, but still so stimulated you find yourself pulling on his hair, twitching and trembling against him as he continues to rub himself all over your pulsating cunt.
“Too sensitive, Lev!"
"No no, I got you.” His fingers slide into you, finally, and you moan out long and languid in his ear, making his cock twitch. “So sweet,” he tells you through sharp inhales, “All this mess,” dragging his teeth against your ear to make you twitch. He corrects himself, “All this sweetness, I need to taste it, okay? I have to.” he practically growls, correcting himself once more as he rubs on your clit so fast for only a number of seconds that you almost burst and come all over his torso.
“You don’t have to Lev, you, you need some attention. Pleasure.” You keel, as he moves you into your seat, on his knees he spreads you wide. Gripping your inner thighs.
“I could care less.” He groans your name out in warning, as he presses a trail of kisses to your outer lips, sucking when he gets there, deep moans rumbling from his chest. “I don’t think you understand, if I don’t taste you, then there is no pleasure for me. Let me."
He starts, slow and teasing, two thumbs spreading you slightly, that alone so wracked with nerves you’re quivering. Immediately his hot tongue glides up and down, flicking your clit with a flourish with every movement.
He does this over and over until you’re gasping, and then on the precipice, gripping his forearms one minute, his hair the next. God, he’s in love, everything about you, he’s in love.
Every part of your body shakes, your mouth hangs open, thighs squeezing Levi tight, hips canting eagerly into his face. "Levi please do not stop!” He slaps the underside of your thigh in reply as if to say, would I ever? And with that you explode again, Levi’s teasing, bringing you to an earth-shattering finish, forcing your clamped shut eyes open, only intensifies the sensation. Seeing the way he manhandles you with so much care, muscles straining, soft raven hair tickling your stomach, long lashes focused and shut, face filled with contentment as he brings you to your climax. You gush all over his tongue and he groans, taking all of it, sucking and slurping on you so hungrily that it only makes you come harder.
Flailing, you tap your feet all over his upper back, the sensitivity soaring through your body in a bright white heat. He smirks as he pulls away, your juices breaking from his face in gossamers. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself."
You bring him up for a kiss and he picks you up, a sweet deep noise of excitement leaving his lips when you cross your lips around his back. Taking you both up the stairs, he kisses you with a passion so deep it sends quakes through your spine. "I want you inside now, need you deep inside,” you whine.
“I’ll fucking put myself there. Gonna put myself so deep, gonna fuck you so fucking deep,” He growls in your ear, dropping you gently onto your bed. “You’re sure you want this?” he whispers, kissing along your jaw.
“I need it, please.” You whine, spreading your legs for him. He curses, grabbing onto your hips, he pulls you down to the foot of the bed where he stands over you spread so vulnerably below him.
“Then show me how much,” he orders, thumbs drawing circles on your knees, watching you with lust sodden eyes, thighs wrapped around his waist. “Show me.” he urges, eyes darkening as you start to scissor two fingers into yourself, sinking them in with a lewd squelch. “Go in and out for me,” he whispers, voice threatening to break. You moan softly, as he starts to take his cock into his palm, “Fuck, you like watching me stroke my cock for you?”
“I do,” You gaze up at him in earnest, squeezing your thighs around his waist he moves your hand and stops his own. Slowly leaning forwards he coats his cock in your slick, both of you moaning in tandem. Whimpering you squeeze the bedsheets in your hands, “You’re gonna feel so good,"
"Yeah, make sure you tell me how you feel,” He slides in like a dream, both of your bodies scorching and melting together. Your back arches and Levi becomes breathless in an instant, fitting a thumb to where your pussy sucks him in. He exhales raggedly, whistling softly with his eyes lidded. “Good fucking girl,” He drawls out and emphasises each word, “Look here. You’re stretching so much to let me inside.”
“Want you all the way in…So fucking big, Levi,” You moan, gripping your breasts for his pleasure as he starts to fuck you just right. “I love your cock.” You stutter as he switches from his slow pace to one that has you feeling an impending climax in seconds. He pulls almost completely out, hands clutching your hips before he slams all the way in.
“You’re beautiful, you look so beautiful right now.” he manages through his thrusts, head tipped back as he watches you take every buck of his hips, watches you feel it. “Can’t believe you’re taking my cock like this, n’ that you feel so good.”
Weakly, you reach up to run your fingers over his toned abdomen, “You feel too good, Levi."
"Fuck, I can’t.” He hooks his arms under your waist, bringing you up he starts to fuck you while he stands. Mouth latching on to your neck, panting but he speaks. “I can’t, your face. Just lookin’ at your cunt will make me come, all fucking wet and perfect like that. Stretching just for me, so dirty,” He tuts in your ear, playful and full of lust.
“Levi please, speak to me more, can feel you so deep I fuck-” He bounces your body on him now, letting gravity only aid the deep filling sensations of his thrusts.
Minutes of this have you hazy, fucked-out and threatening to milk the life out of Levi’s cock. “Fuck you keep clenching-”
It’s like you’re leaking profusely down him, all on his thighs and yours. But he’s continually hitting a spot so deep inside of you that you’re clawing at his back. You didn’t even know it existed. “I keep coming. I’m sure I do.” Your eyes roll back and Levi feels your pussy squeeze and clench on him just right. “Fuck, harder Levi.”
“That’s it, you are sweetheart. Use those words, tell me how to fuck your cunt.”
You’re both so dangerously close.
“Levi, yes, fuck me like you’re trying to break me apart.” You urge through moans, right into his neck. Fuck, well since you’ve asked. He pulls himself out from you, throwing you down onto the bed, right onto your stomach, he’s already behind you grabbing you by your hips. “Oh my god, yes.” Hazy, you reach for your pillow, sinking your teeth into it, and arching your back up for him.
“You know just what I want don’t you.” He sends a slap to your ass that has you moaning out so dirtily that Levi has to take full control, he pumps into you relentlessly. His hands gripping both your cheeks, thrusting into your dripping cunt like his life is dependent on your pleasure.
“Kiss me!” You whine. His back pressed against yours, his hand seeks your arm first, bringing it out to extend past your head he threads his hand through yours, forcing it into the mattress. Then with his other, he slips his hand around your throat, tilting your face up to meet his in a sloppy kiss, claps of his hips against your ass explode through the room, you moan into his mouth and he groans into yours. Shakily you offer him everything, “You can have me forever.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” he groans, “But now, I’m gonna need you to come before me, you got that sweetheart?”
“Yes, Levi yes.” You moan, your bodies slipping with sweat, Levi’s fingers digging into the fat of your ass so hard you can feel the bruises blooming. His hand over yours gripping so hard, you wouldn’t care if he broke it. “I can’t believe I’m going to come again,” You moan so loud, that Levi has to cup your mouth in case your neighbours come barrelling over to check on you. Your body strains, Levi’s cock rubs ever still, right against that ribbed spot inside you, that it has your soul completely exiting your body for a moment.
Levi himself groans so loud that it only sends you tumbling further, you feel your arousal soak the bedsheet under you, soak your thighs. Clenching Levi so tight he struggles to pull out from you, “Please, please, sweetheart I can’t-” He whimpers when he removes himself, coming all over the bed just beside you, only your name tumbling from his lips. Until he falls lightly against you, holding his weight in his arms, his lips rest against your shoulder blade.
Both of you pant, struggling to catch your breath, while Levi feels the sheet under you and then kisses your cheek fondly. “Have you ever done that before?”
You giggle weakly, “Didn’t know I could, but I hope we can do it again.”
He chuckles back, voice thick and gravelly from exertion. “Of course, we can, but right now we need to shower,-” You push your ass against his crotch and he bites back a groan, “And no, I don’t mean another one from you."
It’s now that you’re sitting, no, crumbling in the same seat Levi first kissed you in, that you reflect upon the time that you’ve spent together these past seven years. When it’s all over, right? He promised.
How Dad!Levi would react to cadets crushing on your guys’ daughter
Request from @levisliteralbabbymamma: HEHHEHEHEHHEHE IM SOOO EXCITEDFDDDDNDNJH. sorry lmao. Can I get a dad Levi hc where he has a teenage daughter w/ the reader (fem) and they both have to deal with all the 104th boys who have a crush on herrrrr. Take your time love
Date: 5.15.21
Warnings: none
A/n: I couldn’t decide if y/n was a civilian or a squad leader, so I went with both also, it’s a little lengthy for HCs, sorry
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w/ civilian y/n
would absolutely avoid any and all contact with anything having to do with work anyway while he has time with you two
y'all would have a home somewhere within a reasonable distance from wherever Levi is based
he didn’t want either of you to be exposed to the military and the realities of what he had to do, if he could help it
but he would ride over on horseback as often as he could, spending whatever little free time he had away from training and his usual responsibilities that he could
but occasionally, you both would visit him and his squad
and on one particular weekend, when trainings were minimal, the families of the troops, who were able to, spent the weekend with their loved ones at the base
your daughter is about the same age as the 104th boys
and she may or may not have looked at Jean a liiiiittle too long
Jean was absolutely beet red too. Even his ears were practically glowing.
Eren and Connie also could not seem to suppress their initial reaction to meeting y’all’s daughter
The rest of them at least had the decency to avert their eyes and try to act cool
and Levi tried SO hard not to look like he did, but he noticed, ohhhh he noticed
and you noticed him noticing
bc he was NOT amused and you got lowkey highkey scared for these poor teenagers
The introductions were over QUICKLY
Jean extended his hand out and Levi swooped in with those Ackerman reflexes and just *BAP*
“You’ve been out in the dirt training all day. Wash your filthy hands before you extend one to my daughter.”
Jean is grateful he has not actually shit his pants and silently tries to manifest some sense of composure
Levi would excuse himself and point you and your daughter toward the mess hall, giving you a look that you immediately understand
Like hon, get our baby away from these disgusting heathens right this instant, please.
“Okay, hon, your dad’s gonna catch up with us at in a few, let’s go find Hange, huh?”
Would dismiss everyone but Eren, Jean, and Connie and tell them to make sure the place was absolutely spotless, since there was company
Levi stepped directly in front of Eren, his cold expression radiating absolute authority.
“Eren, have I made it perfectly clear how easily I would be able to kill you, even in Titan form, should the need arise?”
Jean and Connie look on in nervous terror as Eren nods genuinely, nearly trembling as he holds Levi’s looming stare.
“Y-yes, Captain.”
Levi’s attention turns towards Connie and then Jean, allowing his commanding glare to linger over the latter boy even longer than the first.
“Good. Now go clean your damn rooms.”
w/ squad leader y/n
For the timelines sake, your daughter was born to you while you and Levi lived in the underground
Both of you were recruited to join the scouts
Levi did not like it, but it’s not like he could exactly stop you
You brought your family to the surface and they helped you raise your daughter when the both of you had to serve simultaneously
Despite Levi’s numerous objections, your daughter joins the military too
Bc she’s just as stubborn as both her parents
He is NOT happy about it
But she’s an Ackerman and therefore, she kicks ass and skyrockets to the top of the 104th, holding her own against Mikasa
And alllll the boys take notice
And then your daughter one day seems to notice that some of the boys who have also noticed her are cute
It’s difficult for Levi to accept that his daughter is growing up
Allowing her to join the military was one thing, her acknowledging boys exist is another beast entirely
You thought he was furious about her joining the Scouts?? Oh, that was nothing.
He has always had a tendency to be a little bit over-involved. Not to the point of smothering, but bc of the way he grew up, he wanted to make it a point to be as involved as he could
Plus, after everything he’s been through, he absolutely could not handle losing you or your daughter
It would actually breakhim
So someone swooping in and just taking his little girl away from him?? Absolutely not. Nope. Not happening. Not as long as he can help it.
She constantly get embarrassed when he interrupts her talking one on one with any boy, but especially when he does it to Jean
He does not give a single shit. His instinct to protect her at all costs includes the cost of her getting annoyed with him
Bc Levi would want to spoil his kids and never have to say no to them or do something they don’t like, BUT
He would rather her roll her eyes and stomp off than see her get her heartbroken, be he knows the feeling
Albeit, in a different way, but he doesn’t want that pain for his baby girl
It seems like every night he’s got a new complaint about at least one of the boys. Bc obviously none of them are good enough for her and they should be more aware of that fact.
“Did you see that idiot today?”
Levi fumbled with the straps of his uniform, his face flustered with a clear expression of annoyance as he strode into your shared bedroom.
A mocking grin appeared on your face as you stood from the edge of the bed.
“Ye-“ grey eyes snapped to yours, the unamused look on his face was a telling sign that he knew where you were going with this. “Yes. I know his hearing works. He can hear Jaeger muttering something under his breath from a damn mile away. He’s certainly not deaf. So why does he feel the need to stand so damn close to y/d/n? Her ears work even better than his, I’m sure.”
Walking up behind him, you encircled him in your arms, pressing your face against his shoulder as you placed a gentle kiss on his neck and looked at him in the floor length mirror that held your shared reflection.
“Baby, I know you don’t want to hear this, but how old was I when you met me?
His eyes rolled so far back in his head that you briefly feared they might get stuck there. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand and laid the other on top of yours.
The fingers pinching his nose migrated to his temple, rubbing small circles there as he lowered the tone of his voice, speaking reminiscently.
"I guess you were 15 too, huh?”
Your arms gave him a delicate squeeze as your lips worked slowly to place more soothing kisses along his neck and shoulders.
“She’s growing up. We can’t stop that. We just have to trust her. We won’t lose her, babe. She will always be our daughter and nothing will change that.”
His eyes closed reluctantly as he clasped his other hand over your forearm, relaxing into your touch. Another weighty exhale came through his nostrils as he met your gaze in the mirror.
“I know. I just wish she could have always stayed my little girl.”
You both exchange sympathetic smiles as he breaks from your grasp to turn and pull you into a sweet embrace, placing a kiss on your temple as he holds you tight to him and you whisper your response.
Slamming her bedroom door shut, Eden huffed under her breath at the resounding bang that snapped behind her. She walked through the headquarters in irritation; making sure to steer clear from anyone she couldn’t deal with so early in the morning.
The ever so energetic Sasha had woken her up; letting her know they were to get ready and go on another expedition beyond the walls. Apparently, there were more unusual Abnormal titan sightings alongside the exterior part of Wall Rose.
Commander Erwin had instructed for Captain Levi and Hange’s squads to head to the area and assure that this wasn’t a ploy created by the traitors who’s identities still lay unbeknownst to them. Regardless, the Commander had sent Levi a detailed letter, assuring him that this expedition would suffice to humanity in more than one way and lead them a step closer to victory.
Erwin’s letters would always state that fact; regardless of the amount of death and trauma his Regiment had seen.
Eden quickly ate breakfast in the kitchen; unbothered and groggy. Her head pounded, reminding her how little sleep she had gotten the night before since she spent it twisting around in her covers- thinking about everything that weighed on her heart.
Her boots crunched soundly against the pebbles spattered across the ground as she made her way to the stables not long after escaping the kitchen, unseen. Her fingers fiddled with the clasp of her green, Scout cloak as she secured it to her body. The charcoal-haired girl ignored the accompanying steps that cracked through the gravel behind her.
After taking two long steps into the stable, her back crashed against the wall, heated lips pressing against hers gently.
She returned the favor, her fingers interlinking with his before squeezing his palm lightly. His kisses would always be so gentle. Yet, every once in a while, he would slip up; growing more urgent. It was always something that intrigued Eden.
Jean let go of a low sigh that recoiled through her. “Do you accept my apology?”
Eden chuckled lowly, standing on her tiptoes as she reached to grab him by the collar. His hands settled against her slender waist, pulling her flush against him.
“You haven’t even apologized yet.”
Rolling his eyes, Jean pressed his forehead against hers, kissing the tip of her nose sweetly. His mouth then met hers tenderly, his tongue gliding against her bottom lip lazily. Eden’s teeth captured his tongue before sucking onto it teasingly. Her arms looped around his neck, a humored smirk lacing itself against Eden’s fatigued features.
“I’m sorry about last night, Eden. I shouldn’t have gotten pissed at you for something that wasn’t your fault.”
“Yeah, but I just don’t get why you didn’t come up to me and let me know what the issue was so we could resolve it. I still don’t know what happened…-”
Jean hesitated, his fingertips stroking the side of her face before he kissed her temple softly. “Can’t you just let me apologize to you, woman?” She laughed under her breath, tipping her chin upwards before he kissed her swiftly.
Her nose flared at the scent of spices and cologne in a way that made Eden feel incredibly comfortable and safe. She knew that whatever happened, Jean would always be by her side; supportive as ever and willing to go through thick and thin for her.
Just as she would for him.
“Kirstein, you’re not wearing your ODM gear. I suggest you get a move on because I don’t plan on prolonging this expedition just because you need help strapping your harness to your ass,” an irked voice barked from the entrance of the stables.
Both Eden and Jean’s heads snapped to the entry-way and the girl pursed her lips as she lowered her head. Jean’s jaw clenched painfully tightly before his brown eyes flickered towards Eden’s downturned face. He let go of her hesitantly and by the way he walked past the Captain, Eden could safely assume he was infuriated.
She fixed her saddle and tightened the reins on her horse before quietly making her way out of the stable. Although her eyes were promptly fixated on the ground, Eden could sense Levi’s presence still lingering around her.
The air was hot and she felt irritated at herself when she began struggling to breath the closer she got to him.
Suddenly, Levi grabbed her by the wrist, shaking her slightly as he furiously stared into her eyes. “What the hell is wrong with you, brat? We’re about to go on an expedition where someone could potentially lose their life and this is what your mind is focusing on?” He scoffed under his breath, crossing his arms against his chest.
Eden’s amber eyes widened slightly, heart stammering in her chest. “I-I’m sorry, what? What do you mean?” She balled her trembling, white knuckles into fists, hiding her hands behind her back; the reins leaving prints on the inside of her palm.
“Don’t act stupid with me, you know what I’m talking about. And then you dare question why I decided to leave out of the previous mission,” Levi snapped at her sharply, iron eyes burning at the utterly perplexed girl. She moved her chin to the side, as though really taking the time to process his words.
None of the answers her mind provided her with explained what he was referring to. Her relationships with other people- specifically Jean- had absolutely nothing to do with the Captain. Yet, standing before him in awe; no words landed on her tongue.
Levi stiffened before shaking his head slightly. He lowered his head as though he were trying to recollect his thoughts. Combed, velvety raven hair toppled in front of his face and through the strands; Eden could see a sense of agitation carved onto his strained features.
He suddenly looked up at her, lips parting slightly and pupils dilating as his hand reached for her neck. Eden stood cemented in her place, the air hitching in her throat as his fingertips grazed the bruises he had inflicted upon her. Her eyes widened comically, eyebrows arching as she searched his blank face for an explanation.
But, he never met her stare.
His fingers gently prodded against the most vibrant bruise and Eden couldn’t rid herself of the fluttering notions within her gut. It made her knees weak and her stomach flipped. Her palms grew sweaty and her mouth went dry. Those feelings grew even more vivid once she caught sight of his stoic face relaxing ever so slightly.
His cold touch brought back memories of yet another heated interaction between them. Yesterday’s training had been impeccably intense; but as much as Eden felt incredibly hurt by Levi contusing her so horribly; she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at the fact that she had managed to catch him off guard and swing at him. She knew her powers would never level his; yet she basked in the tiny victory their encounter had bestowed her with.
A cruelly ice-cold shiver ran its coarse along her back and she swatted his hand away, causing her heart squeezed uncomfortably. Levi finally met her stare, but did not say anything.
Eden bit her lip, bouncing on her heels in trepidation as she tried to formulate a singular, coherent response. “W-why do you care what I do in my free time?”
Immediately, Levi’s brows furrowed. He looked very deep in thought as a scowl etched itself across his perfectly sculpted features. Looking away, that scowl transformed into an expression of distaste as a soft scoff slipped through his downturned lips.
“I don’t fucking know,” he growled at her, jaw clenching imperceptibly tighter that what it was before.
Eden watched as he walked away from her without even giving her the chance to respond.
Eden and Armin got assigned to Hange’s squad formation since her team was incomplete. It was like a slap in the face for the girl as certainty crept into her when she imagined how relieved Levi must have felt knowing he can place her under someone else’s direct command and keep her away from him.
Sending her blond friend a wide smile, her own eyes remained blank as she reminisced the recent turn of events. She couldn’t quite put her finger around why his answer bothered her.
Was it because it had left her yearning for more answers or because she just felt like he had pushed her into a bleak vortex of confusion?
Regardless, the expedition had begun and Eden knew better than to dwell on her feelings when so much was at stake.
They headed in the abnormals’ direction and Eden began growing more nervous as the minutes ticked by. She felt confident in her fighting; but it was incredibly difficult for her to split herself from all her overwhelming thoughts. She was an incredibly emotional individual- meaning she struggled immensely when it came to separating herself from a situation that had struck her heart. And it felt worse knowing that out on the open fields where a titan could strike at any moment. Her anxiety surpassed the roof.
Captain Levi had decided that since they were to oversee an affected, exterior part of Wall Rose; it was best for them to ride on the outside side; rather than travel from the inside and then climb up the wall with their ODM gear. That way, if there were any more phenomenal situations; they could deal with it there and then.
Apart from the hooves scraping against the grass, it was quiet on titan territory. Hange twirled her flare-gun from the center of their diamond formation, as though she was bored with the circumstances. Eden pursed her lips and urged her horse to gallop faster.
Thunderous footsteps clashed closer to them; catching everyone’s attention. Hange snapped her head in that direction, eyes widening hungrily as she shot out a black flare through the clear, blue sky. Eden could only assume that Levi and his team would continue towards the sighting, as it seemed purely pointless for them to retreat and jump into a fight.
“Everyone get ready! Multiple abnormals ranking between 12 and 16 meters incoming from your left.” Hange yelled over the horses’ hooves, a wild spark glinting in her eyes.
Eden watched as they mindlessly sprinted towards their squad; their movements bizarre and irritating to look at. She huffed under her breath and readied her swords.
Once the humanoid creatures were in their perimeter; Hange gave the members on the outer positions in the formation the green light and Eden steadied herself on the saddle of her horse. She didn’t really have a plan in mind; so she just winged it. Which was perhaps not the best idea when she was knocking on Death’s door; but now was not the time to go over details.
Squeezing the handles of her gear, the familiar sound of the iron wire slicing through the air echoed around her. She pushed herself off her horse; allowing the wire to guide her through the air before hooking herself against the wall.
Counting the seconds under her breath, her hazel eyes never left the approaching titans’ disgusting faces. The scent of rotting flesh and bones hit her on the tenth second. Scrunching her nose, she began to count down.
Hitting the third second, she pushed herself off the wall, pulling out her blades as her hooks clenched around the skin on the closest titan’s collarbone. The wire recoiled and pulled her towards it with such sheer speed, everything around her grew blurry. With a grunt, both blades sliced through its hardened skin effortlessly, the steam nearly blinding her.
The titan toppled to the ground and in the last moment, Eden craned her neck back to appreciate the long cut that perfectly severed the titan from the inward part of its shoulder; all the way to the other side. A shriek pierced through the air.
She let out a soft gasp as she watched one of her fellow comrades from Hange’s team become crushed to pulp inside a titan’s massive mouth. Eden watched in horror as another girl let out a bloodcurdling screech, reaching for the deceased man. Another titan swooped in and caught her mid-air; pulling her limbs apart as though she was just a rubber toy.
Swallowing thickly, she forced herself to focus on her path; choosing to disregard the way her blades trembled as she landed on another titan. She slashed its nape, blood spurting in her face, burning her skin. She spat the liquid that had fallen into her mouth in disgust and angled her hooks to grip the wall.
Eden watched as Hange and Armin and a few others continued onwards towards the first team and her eyes grew wide at the sight of more titans emerging out of nowhere. Growing cautious, Eden decided it was best to preserve her gas reservoir as much as possible.
The amount of approaching titans made her feel like using a limited amount of gas was the only choice that could possibly gain her another day. She reached the top of the wall and began sprinting forward, eyes calculating how far she would need to run in order to intercept her horse and jump down on its back.
Her comrades looked so small as she looked over the edge of the wall. The sight made her dizzy. When she decided the time was right, Eden flung herself over the edge, using her ODM gear only when she wanted to slow herself down; a breath before she managed to slump onto her saddle. But, her horse whinnied at the earth-shattering footsteps of the nearby titans, throwing her off and sprinting away.
Eden vaguely heard Armin screaming her name as she wheezed out, her lungs burning with adrenaline. She looked up to see a large palm reaching for her, wide, dead eyes peaking over her as it stared hungrily down at Eden. She backed up, fumbling to stand and pull her blades out.
Another high-pitched yell reverberated through the open air. The approaching fingers toppled to the ground as the beast let out a deafening roar. Armin ran towards her, putting his bloodied swords away before grabbing her by the shoulders.
“Are you okay, Eden?” He asked her as she pulled herself to her feet.
“I’m fine, Armin, thank you for that,” she replied, goosebumps appearing against her skin at the sound of echoing cries and pleas for mercy emerged from their fallen comrades. “We need to go, it’s not safe out here. We should head to the rest of the team and figure out what the hell we’ll do when there isn’t a hungry-looking titan looming over us,” she yelled, pulling his sleeve as they ran towards the horses.
Everything slowed down for her once a yellow flare shot through the air in the distance.
Levi’s team.
Eden’s heart faltered as her mind fluttered elsewhere, subconsciously slowing her running down. Armin turned around, face contorting in a horrified manner as he reached for Eden’s hand. There was a static sound that muffled all the noise in Eden’s ears; her lips parting as she felt thick fingers snake around her body. She watched Armin run back to her and she screeched for him to turn around and go.
Tears streaked the ocean-eyed boys’ face as she was hoisted off the ground effortlessly, her fingers slipping away from his the higher she went. Eden thrashed and flailed before letting out a pained cry when the titan’s grip grew more solid. She felt as though someone had poured cement over her body; the pressure close to crushing her bones to dust.
Blood spurted out of her mouth as her lungs begged for mercy and her limbs grew weaker. In that moment, she felt like there was nothing else she could do. She felt so utterly helpless and what pained her the most was the fact that she would probably never be able to say goodbye to her friends, to Jean.
To Levi.
Her life really did flash before her eyes as her eyesight grew foggy, the pressure of keeping her body awake became harder and harder as the seconds ticked by. She saw Armin, Eren and Mikasa’s baby faces; back when they used to play tag in Shiganshina. She watched Connie and Sasha daring her to balance a loaf of bread on her head after training. Jean’s face appeared with the silly, cocky smirk that made her swoon and slap his shoulder.
Then, his face contorted into Levi. His cold, indifferent stare sent chills down her spine.
How could someone so emotionless bring up so much commotion within her?
But, she knew she didn’t have enough time to question it. Eden just focused on every single details of his face she had memorized as the pain seeped through her body, pulling her into a vortex of darkness and serenity.
The conversations around the campfire grew slower and sloppier. Hange’s squad had brought out beers. Eden had some; but not enough for the alcohol to take over her mind.
But, sufficiently enough for her cheeks to glow a light pink shade and for her eyes to continuously attach themselves onto Captain Levi’s face.
He, on the other hand, looked incredibly perplexed as he stuck to drinking tea. Glaring in distaste at the looks of his comrades slightly boozed-up; Levi’s glower grew deeper every time they met Eden’s hazel eyes.
Jean’s arm lazily rested around Eden’s shoulders and he pulled her flush against his side. The girl stiffened, dropping her head as she stared at the pebbles under their boots.
“Eeeewwww….get a room guys!” Sasha giggled in her high-pitched voice. Connie slapped her shoulder and wriggled his brows at Jean; who in turn curled his lips upwards, the effects of his beer visibly painted against his cheeks lightly.
“Alright, is the Captain’s office free?”
Levi snapped his head towards the younger man; emotionless veil intact, yet Eden knew better as she watched his eyes glint with cold wrath.
She shivered under her clothes.
“Don’t push me, straw-head.”
Sasha and Connie broke into a fit of laughter, clutching their sides. Even Eren smirked widely as he watched Jean’s face disfigure into an infuriated scowl.
He opened his mouth, ready to retort back but Hange beat him to it as she grabbed Levi by the shoulder. “Please, that office will already be preoccupied by our dear Captain and his immaculate stack of cleaning products.”
That made the potato girl whip her head back and laugh harder; her twin following suit. Many of their fellow comrades joined in at Hange’s snarky joke that displeased Levi even more. He yanked his shoulder out of her grip, rapidly rising to his feet, visibly cringing when a tipsy Hange grabbed his sleeve.
“No Levi, stay, I’m sorry, I was kidding!”
He stared down at her, jerking his hand out of her reach whilst huffing under his breath in irritation. He remained quiet as he stalked back towards base; metallic eyes meeting gentle, golden ones in the last moment.
Her fellow comrades went back to their previous conversations and Eden decided it was perhaps her time to retire for the night as well. After all, she had plenty of memories to go over in bed. Standing up lazily, she glanced down at Jean who raised a brow at her.
“I’m tired, I’m going to bed.” Eden turned to bid her comrades a good night, stiffening slightly when Jean stood to his feet beside her.
“I’ll accompany you then.” he replied huskily, waiting for her to begin her pacing towards the headquarters as they both disregarded the obvious whistling directed at their retreating figures.
“My my, what a gentlemen,” Eden glanced up at the boy, one side of her mouth curving upwards in a sly smirk. He returned the smile, crossing his arms against his broad chest as he leaned against the doorframe outside of her room; shrugging nonchalantly down at her.
“What can I say, I’m more than just hot.”
Eden barked out a laugh, running a hand over her face as she tried pushing the blush off of her skin. “Sure, Jean, whatever makes you sleep better at night.”
They stood outside Eden’s room silently, Jean lazily resting the side of his body against the wall as the girl settled her palm around the door’s handle.
“Well, good night then.”
Next thing she knew, Jean’s lips collided into hers with such sheer force; Eden was thankful there was a door the pressed against her back.
Twisting the handle, Eden walked back into the room, soft sighs escaping through her even softer lips in between heavy kisses. Jean kicked the door shut with his boot and gracefully picked her up, arms snaking around her waist as her legs wrapped around his own.
He kissed her hard, his tongue fighting for dominance that she eagerly provided him. Their teeth clashed as he bit down on her bottom lip, sucking lightly as a groan reverberated through her body.
Jean threw her onto the sturdy mattress before pressing his knee in between her legs, bending downwards to capture her lips once more. Eden was so lost in the ecstasy of his kisses; her mind blank. Except, ever so often, she’d think of something that would make her blood boil; her back arch and her kisses harder.
A low, gruff moan escaped through Jean’s parted lips as his fingers ran their course across Eden’s body before reaching back towards her face. He tilted her head to the side, fisting her hair in his palm as his warm lips left a trail of sloppy kisses from the flesh behind her ear, along the line of her jaw and then against her neck.
His kisses grew urgent as she felt his teeth scrape against the side of her neck, an unfamiliar pain shooting through her, causing her to pant out in delirium. He sucked on the sweet spot of her neck, the pain waking her up completely. She arched into him, wrapping her legs around him tightly, fingers gripping the longer strands of his hair as his name slipped off the tip of her tongue wickedly.
Jean devoured her skin like she was the air in his lungs, inhaling the sweet scent of chamomile flowers that layered against her flesh. After a long moment of her neck feeling overwhelmed by the sensations of Jean’s tongue, lips and teeth; Eden pulled his head back towards her face, kissing him soundly.
She slowed the kiss down; urging him to settle close to her; tending to the nerves emitting out of him. He rested his weight against his right forearm, whilst the other one continued exploring her body; her delicate mewls stimulating him.
But, that was all the night had stored for the both of them. The taste of each other’s lips lingered several hours later as they slept in her bed; Jean’s arm wrapped around her waist possessively.
“Shit. No no no…-” Eden huffed under her breath as she stared at the pale skin on her throat and the highly visible love bite that was painted. She continued swearing under her breath as she tried pulling the collar of her shirt upwards, only to fail miserably at concealing it.
She decided her only option would be to put her hair partially up and leave a couple of strands to curtain the sign of intimacy shared between herself and Jean the night before. Glaring with displeasure at her disheveled appearance through the mirror; Eden turned to Jean who stood smirking at her from the edge of the bed.
“I should beat you for this,” she muttered under her breath, kicking his shin with her boot. He chuckled lightly, standing up abruptly, fingers tilting her face to the side as he stared down at the love bite.
“Oh no, I’m so scared. How am I going to sleep soundly at night knowing Eden Chiasa is out to kill me?”
Eden scoffed, shrugging her uniform jacket on, straightening the fabric with her fingers. “You better be scared. Let’s go, Jeanie-boy, otherwise I’m going to write a letter to your mother and tell her you’ve skipped breakfast today.”
It was her turn to laugh as he blew a sigh out in irritation, knowing very well that Eden would really do such a thing just for the fun of it.
“I like your hair down like this, Eden,” Mikasa complimented her sweetly when they made their way to the training ground. Eden’s cheeks flushed and she began stuttering.
“Yeah, thanks, it’s kinda cold outside today…you know what they say…protect your neck if you don’t want to…catch a cold…-” she finished off with an embarrassed chuckle, swearing at herself in her head.
What the fuck Eden??
They spent the remainder of their morning training and running laps; until Hange stalked over to the group, loudly beckoning Eren; who in turn was followed by her fellow raven-headed friend.
Her heart dropped down to her guts at the sight of the approaching, gloomy-looking Captain. He went over to every single individual, fixing their postures, commanding Sasha to stop talking and making Jean do more laps just for the sake of it.
Finally, he reached Eden.
He was about to speak when his hard glare fell onto her neck. His lips pursed and she awkwardly shifted her stance from one foot to the other. Levi craned his neck to the side, the muscles in his jawline clenching hard.
“Alright, brat, let’s see how much you’ve progressed since the last time we sparred.”
“But Captain, you’re hurt,” Eden began nervously, only to close her mouth swiftly when he nonchalantly brushed her words aside.
“I think I’m fine without your medical expertise, you idiot.”
He didn’t allow her with a moment to collect her thoughts as he lunged at her. forearm squeezing her neck, blocking her airway. Eden used the fact that she was pressed against a tree- once more- to her advantage as she snapped her head to the side in the last moment, Levi’s knuckles colliding with the wooden surface.
Levi gritted his teeth and Eden struggled to dodge all of the hits he sent her way. He was lethal and had incredibly quick reflexes. It irritated the girl, causing her to fight back harder; trying her very best to mimic his movements.
After several heated moments of Eden getting absolutely destroyed by the Captain; she caught him off-guard and aimed a punch for his nose. His head snapped back and she could see a thin trail of blood trickle down into his mouth. He looked back at her in such a cruel, unfazed manner; craning his neck to the side; spitting the crimson liquid. He glared at her from his peripheral vision and she stared back at him, chest heaving, knuckles shaking.
Levi’s head bobbed in affirmation ever so slightly; surprising Eden completely as she feeling of praise washed through her.
But that feeling was quickly replaced with outrage when he kicked her legs from under her, causing her to topple to the ground. Within a matter of milliseconds, Levi was on top of her, ice-cold fingers squeezing at her throat. She watched him with wide eyes, ignoring the way small blood droplets fell against her skin. It was a complete parallel to the moment they had shared in his office less than twenty four hours ago; when the atmosphere was serene, heartwarming and perfect- to Eden.
Instead, the air hitched in her throat as his thumb pressed against the purple blemish against her neck; imprinting his grip over it.
Eden curved her body upwards towards his, gasping for air as her fingers urgently shot out to snake around his hand. She stared into his hooded, wild eyes through darkened blotches; trying her best to loosen his grip.
Levi abruptly let go of her and she choked on the overwhelming amount of air seeping into her lungs. Her eyes burned with tears as she clutched the tender skin on her neck before pulling herself out from under Levi.
Eden began walking away from him; only to turn her head back to catch his sorrowful stare over her shoulder.
She halted, lips parting as her bottom lip trembled. Levi watched her carefully.
In the last moment, Eden let out a short, humorless laugh before walking off; feeling utterly helpless as the tears began bleeding down her face.
Eden skipped dinner and sulked around in her bedroom. If she had hated looking at the love bite on her skin before; now she despised herself. Spending long moments in front of the mirror; staring in awe at the bruised handprint sketched across her neck. She could tell how much more pressure Levi had placed in his thumb as it brushed over the love bite meticulously concealed by the newly placed discoloration.
Not long after nine in the evening; a gentle knock echoed through her room. Eden heaved herself out of the bed and swiftly opened the door with a deep, darkened frown etched into her features.
“Hey, we missed you for dinner?” Jean inquired, handing her a piece of bread. The fatigue-ridden girl gently pushed his hand away, smiling weakly at him.
“No thanks, I’m not hungry. I’ve decided to have an early night; with everything going on tomorrow…-”
“What’s wrong with your neck?” Jean frowned darkly as he stepped closer to her, shoving her charcoal waves of hair behind her hair.
Eden froze as his warm touch and her brain immediately bombarded her with fleeting images of the Captain atop of her; his unfaltering grip compressing her throat until she felt like she was at the brink of passing out.
Flinching, Eden awkwardly shuffled away from Jean, wrapping her arms across her chest tightly.
“It’s nothing. Just an accident that took place today during training. I’ll live.”
“Did he do that to you?” Jean seethed, glaring down at the unwavering girl.
“If you mean by he, our Captain, then yes, Jean. We always spar. Today, I managed to catch him in the face and I guess he didn’t like that.”
Jean shook his head slightly, staring at the darkened bruise cloaking over his love bite. His brown eyes narrowed.
“No, that’s not it,” he muttered under his breath, more as a tale to himself rather to the girl before him. Then, he snapped his glare back to her face and knitted his brows in frustration.
“How the hell could you be so stupid?”
Eden stared at him in dismay, her mouth open as she searched for words in response. “Huh? What are you talking about, Jean? How am I being stupid?”
Her questions seemed to fall on deaf ears as Jean watched her, drowning in distress. His eyes fell once more to her tattered skin before he walked off; leaving a stunned Eden leaning against her bedroom door; the chills of the hallway air lacing over her skin.
With wide eyes, she watched him retreat; the anger practically dripping from him.
Her fingertips brushed against her neck once more, sending haze of heat through her heart.
It’s excruciatingly slow, but the walls Levi had built so high begin to chip; each smile you send his way is another crack in the concrete. He should have built them better, sturdier, perhaps with metal? Though his efforts are in vain, he fights it tooth and nail.
The last four months have been brutal, Hange keeps pestering him to ask you out, Armin keeps trying to make advances- and worst of all: you don’t visit as often. He’s lucky to have you in his office once a week, compared to the everyday he’d gotten used to.
Levi hates change, truly.
He hated your visits the first few weeks, but he didn’t have the heart to kick you out, asyou were great at being quiet and filling out paperwork.
Now, the work seems intimidating, piled a mile high — not to add the silence, he’d gotten used to the sound of your pen on paper, the quiet yawns you’d fight back on exceptionally late nights, the clink of your tea cup that would make you wince everytime you sat it down; he could go on.
“Levi~,” Hange sang, cheerful as ever. “I’ve got good news- oh,” they took in his appearance: hair messy, darker eyebags than usual, deep frown etched onto his face, “Bad time…?”
He doesn’t remember them knocking or him saying come in, but he is too tired to bitch. “No, what do you need, four-eyes?” the nickname had become less degrading and more..affectionate overtime.
With a jump in their step, they plopped down in the wooden seat across from him, “I have good news, it’s about your little birdy, (y/n).” the mention of your name had him visibly perked up, Hange had to stifle a laugh. “Armin finally got the courage to ask her out, yeah?”
His face fell, there was no way in hell that little s- “hey, hey, Levi I haven’t even finished, let that poor pen go.”
Levi sat the pen down next to a document, a death certificate for a young scout named Henisey Lorpan, waiting to be signed, “I don’t care about my cadets love lives, Hange. If this is all you came to me for, then you are excused.”
His day was officially ruined, he wouldn’t be leaving his office for anything.
Hange smiled, shaking their head as they giggled, “Like I said, not done. She said no, she already has her eye on someone,” they paused, gauging the captain’s response before continuing. “Mhm, should’ve seen the poor kid, looked like a kicked puppy.”
Once again, Levi grumbled, “You’re dism-”
They cut him off, standing from the chair to leave, “Point is, I think she likes you, Levi.” The soft click of the door filled the room.
He picks the red pen up, signs his name onto the parchment and sets it aside.
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There are two things Levi must learn. One: how to share, and two: how to swallow his pride.
It’s impossible, that’s how it feels, at least. Levi is losing his grip every passing day, watching other men flirt with you- god forbid they touch you.
Hange’s words repeat in his mind, they have never been one to lie to him, but how likely was it that you liked a man twice your age?
He does not have the upper hand and he hates it, almost as much as he hates the way you make him feel.
Levi would love to ignore the way your hands feel on his arm; soft and nothing like his, the way your eyes look up at him, all tired and sleepy- something he wishes to wake up to, forever.
You’ve been nothing but kind to him, determined to prove your worth and keep your spot on his squad. Though, the only way you’d leave is if a titan pried you from his cold, dead arms.
“Sorry I’m late, captain,” you rushed, balancing the tea in one hand and your books in the other. “Armin held me up, wanted to tell me about glow jellies- pretty cool, honestly.” a soft smile adorned your features, he could tell you had a soft spot for the kid.
He dismissed you, the corner of his lips upturning ever-so-slightly, “A simple apology would have sufficed, cadet.”
It was clock-work, you’d read a book on the sofa, occasionally you’d get up and help with paperwork if there was a ton, but otherwise you kept to yourself; just how Levi liked it.
Against better judgment, Levi cleared his throat, glancing your way, “Hange mentioned Armin asking you out,” the book in your hand fell, hitting you square in the face with a thud. “Not to be a cock block or anything, but if it interferes with yours or his performance, I will have to remove him from my squad, understood?”
He itched to hear what you would say, whether you would deny it or not.
“Levi,” your voice was sweet, dropping formalities with the captain due to peer shock. “Me and Armin..we aren’t- I don’t like him like that. He’s my best friend, I assure nothing is going on.”
A moment passed, you felt like you could die from embarrassment.
“Alright,” he studies you for a moment, stone eyes taking in your appearance; your clothes are messier than usual, but he nods, content with your answer.
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Two more months go by, he knows he has to do something, to tell you and get it over with or this feeling will swallow him whole- that is if Hange doesn’t get to him first, he thinks.
If he wasn’t so sure they’d turn him into titan bait for their experiments, he’d think about letting them have their way.
Snow sets in, falling from the sky at a steady pace. You’re out there, making a snowman with Armin and Jean. The carrot has bite marks, no doubt from Sasha, but no one cares.
“Jean!” He hears you yell, you’re so close to his window. “You’re gonna…snow….doing that!”
Your voice is muffled, he can only catch snippets of your conversation.
Levi doesn’t notice Hange sitting across from him, he doesn’t notice them getting up and putting their hand on the curtain to pull it back, “Cute snowman,” they comment, watching as Levi startles at their -not so- sudden intrusion. “Kind of creepy that you’re listening to them.”
He frowns, not daring to peek behind him to see the snowman- or you, for the matter, “Get out,” but Hange doesn’t budge, instead they open the window and call out-
“Hey, cadets, cute snowman! Can you come to Levi’s office, Cadet (l/n)?”
Matchmaker Hange mode has been activated, Levi can see it in their eyes.
In your dreams, he is there- every time you close your eyes, he is there. Levi is neither dead nor a ghost, but he haunts you all the same. Whispered confessions filter through your ears; “I love you,” but love isn’t enough for the Ackerman to stay, he considers it a weakness and humanity’s strongest is not allowed to have a weakness.
So he leaves, the broken expression on his face apology enough, but you don’t want expressions, you want words- words that match his expression.
Humanity’s strongest is nothing but a coward, you’ve decided. Cowards run away, they don’t stick around to find out; cowards let society’s expectations suffocate them in its grip. Though, you admit, it is comforting: knowing what is expected of you. Levi knows what he is capable of, what he is supposed to be, one can not blame him for following through no matter how bad you want to.
‘Levi is not dead,’ you think. ‘But he haunts me.’
What he could have been- should have been, haunts you. Late night talks, hot chamomile tea in hand, ‘he could have been so much more than humanities greatest,’ but he never will. You can still feel his smile, the way his lips curved before placing a chaste kiss against your neck. Levi wanted more, at least that night under the cold sheets, he wanted more.
It takes a mere second for change to occur, perhaps those 20 seconds of silence after his confessions, when your hand raked through his hair and after you both burst into giggles, he decided he did not want that.
You no longer share a room, but you cannot help but wonder if he’s washed away your scent; if he has thrown away the half burned sandalwood candle you’d fought tooth and nail to keep and if your half of the bed would still mold to your body.
He is unforgettable and maybe it’s the memories shared that makes it seem that way, but Levi lingers. In the halls, in your bed, on your skin, on the very tips of your fingers; he lingers.
“It’s been how long?” Jean asks, sighing as he takes a seat beside you. “What will it take for you to get over him?”
‘Time’ you think, turning your attention towards him, “It will take time, Jean.” you’ve told him the same thing a million times before. “How long will it take you to get over Mikas-”
A hand is clamped over your mouth, he is giving you a death stare- one that says ‘shut the fuck up,’ so you shut the fuck up, but not without licking his hand.
He frowns, pulling his hand away rather slowly as he watches you. “That was disgusting,” Jean grumbles, wiping the hand on his shirt. “I can’t believe you just licked me- you don’t even know what I’ve done with this hand.”
Now you frown, he is right hand dominant and you think you’re going to be sick. “Yep, my day is even more ruined.”
“Woah, captain’s lookin’ at you,” Jean teases, nudging your shoulder. “Oh, he’s walking over her-”
Levi clears his throat, you wince. Moments pass, a word has yet to be spoken. One can hope he will walk away, again.
“Cadet (L/N),” he starts, eyes boring down at you. Levi is irritated, you can feel it. “My office after training, don’t be late."
You want to ask why, ‘why would you want me back there’, but instead you nod, "Yes captain” falling from your chapped lips.
The potato soup on your plate has gone cold, so you find Sasha and give it to her, you don’t have an appetite anyway- Levi took it with him, who knows if he’ll give it back.
The living room was dim when the raven haired finally made his entrance. The peaceful scene laid out in front of him, everything still and quiet apart from the light snores escaping from your mouth.
You were laid back on the couch, a blanket draped over you only covering your bottom half. Your hand was wrapped loosely around a bowl of half eating popcorn as the end credits of your favorite comfort film rolled up. On the coffee table in front of the couch was a mug, that too also half drunk. And alongside was your laptop it’s bright light reflecting across your face.
A simple smile crawled across his lips as he clicked his tongue. He had specifically told you not to stay up for him and simply because he didn’t want to be responsible for dragging you to bed afterwards.
But deep down he knew you wouldn’t listen to him. You never did.
Switching off the television and tidying up the half eaten popcorn along with the half mug with your cold tea he moved swiftly to close your laptop but then soon froze.
He then glanced at you, your chest rising and falling as you exhaled and for a second you murmured something in audible before shifting your position to get more comfortable.
Bringing back his eyes back to the screen he read its features.
‘Porcelain teacup set with tea infuser.’
Beneath were endless options with endless colors for you to choose from and only then he noticed your credit card beside your laptop, with a shake of his head he shut down your laptop and left your card on the table.
“Seems like you never listen huh?” he murmured under his breath in an attempt to scold you but that soft look in his eyes couldn’t help but appear.
With a chaste kiss to your forehead and careful not to wake you up he finally drew the blanket across your whole body; silently promising to carry you to bed later.
