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Zeke is a terrible horrible no good ass heathen but Ik that dick got some bop to it. Like I just know he know how to FUCK and it make me so mad. I need him 😫😫😩

OKAY? And heavy on it. 😫😫 that man might stress you out, have you going crazy but he some pressure. And let me just give y’all ALL the warnings bc this man is a freak! A true one. So read at your own risk. It includes EVERYTHING!

The thing is, you’d never be able to just ‘leave him alone’. Try as you might, you’ll be right back and he’s gone remind you every time why he’s not going anywhere. Zeke fucks like a man with nothing to lose and that’s the problem. He ain’t with the kid shit. I’m talking folding you up in a full nelson, straight pounding up into your shit while he’s forcing you to look in the mirror while rubbing your clit (and he loves anal like an unhealthy amount so you know what he’s on). Bouncing you up and down like his flashlight… “..see, I told you it’d feel good. You just have to trust me more often, my love.” Meanwhile, you’re clutching your own thong between your teeth, salivating from being fucked like this. He knows he’s big and he’ll most certainly taunt you about it. “You told me it was too much and now you can’t stop creaming on me..such a liar, (y/n)..” meanwhile, you’re biting down on your lip trying to stifle your moans as not to give his ass too much. But you can’t help it..

he’s fucking you so good that you’ve probably came about three times subconsciously; squirting and spasming on his cock. You find yourself tapping at his abs and while he’s burrowed over you, hand firmly gripping the headboard whilst he’s drilling your shit, you feel him force your hands to the bed and hold your wrists. “Pushing me away, you know how much I hate that. Take this fucking dick like a big girl..” he’s sticking fingers in the mouth, spitting in it, doing it all! He takes you far beyond your limits, doing things no one else would even dream of. Putting you on all fours, pulling your arms back and giving you hard, deep strokes with his foot pressing into your head. “Don’t give me that fucking look, I’ll get it redone. Just open f’r me. Wanna see that pretty pussy spread.” “That asshole looks so good, make it flex just like that..we’ll worry about that later. You still look beautiful.” just knowing you’re gonna give him shit about your hair. He doesn’t give a damn because he’s too busy focusing on how tight you are and how hot it sounds when you scream for him. Especially when you’re just as vocal and commanding. “Yeah, take it! Stretch this pussy!” “Right there, fuck this ass! ‘S so deep.” It gets NASTYYY with Mr. Ezekiel. And don’t let you two just have fought or had a heated argument..oh, it’s the best dick you’ll ever have. Going for hours until one of you breaks. Him throat fucking you, slapping and choking you…the works. Tears flowing your face and you’re fucking like you hate each other. It’s so much tension and passion, you can’t get enough of him. That hate sex hits sooo different with him because ironically, you’re falling in love all over again. He’s ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you, you’re clawing up his back leaving all types of scratches. The sheets are soaked and you’re certain he’s cracked the headboard from the strength of him clutching it. 1000/10 every single time.

there’s a fic on here abt zeke jaeger being an absolute psycho and going to his therapist to confess the murder of his brother and sister in law, after admitting that he has a sex + drug addiction and I just want the author to know that I think abt it at least once a week and that I hope both of their pillows are cold at night

I have a memory. Back at the party

- an eren yeager x reader fanfic

----THIS STORY IS NOW COMPLETELY UPDATED AND READY TO READ FULLY.

Warnings: MDNI! erens mean, like an absolute bitch. College!au. Angsty. Reader is sorta quiet but really smart. Erens kinda a dick. True enemies to lovers. Violence. High school stuff. Drugs and alcohol. Ooc aot. Very Sexual content. Sex while intoxicated (do not do this) Sorta Dom!eren very briefly. Casually dominant eren! Enemies to lovers, but it's more like they go from enemies to she likes him, and he still hates her to then they start dating😅😭 ‼️heavy themes of SA and suicide and having drinks spiked.‼️ please read with caution.

(This is very long)

Any feedback is greatly appreciated as this is ongoing.♡☆

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Your college sucked. Despite it being your first day, the impression you had been given was not pleasing. There was a rat in your room and neighbors who constantly fucked in the dorm across the hall. Although you were new and were in no position to change the state of anything, you felt you had a right to be upset things already weren't going well.

"You know this is the frat wing, right?" A blonde girl spoke from behind you.

She had short blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, she didn't look like the kind of girl who would hurt a fly but you didn't want to make assumptions already.

Oh, and that's another thing. You'd been forced to move into a room in the frat wing due to the other wings having bigger issues than a few shirtless males. You felt it couldn't be absolutely awful, despite some noise each night and the possibility of a drunk fratboy falling at your doorstep, it wasn't horrible.

"Oh yeah I know I didn't have much of a choice" You ended the sentence with a small chuckle.

"I'm historia, by the way, I'm the schools resident tutor" she spoke rather proudly.

"I'm y/n" you replied.

Historia nodded and gave you a firm hit to the shoulder. "Nice meeting you y/n, good luck over here"

With no further words, she walked away with a whiff of perfume trailing behind her, leaving you to wonder why the schools tutor was in the frat wing, but after seeing the blonde walk into a room with a tall, beefy blonde guy, you immediately closed your door and tried to forget it as you unpacked your things.

-

Leading into the afternoon, you were sitting in the library with your headphones on, trying to focus on writing in your diary. You'd been attempting to write down what happens to you each day, good or bad, and you'd found it'd been helping with keeping you sane.

With music blasting in your ears, you obviously couldn't hear anything, so when a female brunette sat across from you, it took her waving her pencil infront of your paper to get your attention.

You swiped your headphones off to meet the girl's gaze. She had a dark, stringy hair that fell into a waterfall over her shoulders and wore small glasses.

"Are you aware there's a group of girls behind you that keep laughing at you?" She spoke.

You nodded "yup" you said With a pop of your lips against your teeth.

She let out a huff of air and rummaged through her tote bag. "I'm mikasa," she said with a faint groan as she lifted a heavy stack of books onto the table.

Your eyes widened at the amount.

"I'm y/n" you said, still shocked at the massive book stack.

For a short while, mikasa didn't say anything and sat on her phone, ignoring the book stack, which you were sure the ISS could see. You went back to writing in your diary, about to put your headphones back on before mikasa tapped you.

"My friends are on their way to us now, is that okay?"

You appreciated her asking but you were also in no position to tell her that it's not okay.

"Of course!" You smiled.

Mikasa replied with a thumbs up, and you put your headphones on, playing any song you could so that you would hopefully be left alone.

Deep into writing a small poem in your diary, you were too focused to notice that a group of 5 people had approached the table, pulling up chairs to sit on. You eyed each one of them as you pulled off your headphones.

Immediately, your eyes landed on a lean male with black hair that fell in front of his eyes. He donned a black button-up and black pants. One other male you recognised from the room down the hallway that historia, who sat beside him with her arm on his shoulder, went into. There were two more people, a guy with shaggy brown hair in a blue knit sweater and a short, rather innocent looking guy with blonde hair.

"Where's eren?" Historia asked mikasa.

Mikasa shrugged her blazer adorned shoulders. "I truly don't know Tori, off doing fuck knows what"

The bigger blonde guy turned to you. "And who's this?"

"This is y/n, she's new I think"

Everyone gave you a small wave except the short and brooding black haired guy at the tables edge. You didn't pay no mind to it and waved back to everyone anyways.

"Where are you from?" The short blonde guy asked.

"Tokyo" you gave a small smile.

"Well" mikasa started and went around the table introducing everyone.

"This is Levi, armin, historia, reiner and bertholdt"

You nodded to them, acknowledging them all. You didn't want to come across as bitchy but truth was you hated meeting new people and truly just wanted to go to sleep.

"Back in a sec"

Standing up to find another textbook, you headed down into the main shelving area where you immediately collided with a stranger who had been heading the opposite way to you.

Knocking into his hard shoulder, you went to apologize but found an angrier face than you were expecting.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Can you see straight, or do you need a fucking guide dog?"

Your lips parted. Offended, you scoffed.

"I was just about to apologise but fuck you I guess"

The male in question, unfortunately, was incredibly gorgeous. Messy brown hair tied into a half up ponytail, a black faded band tank top showed off his defined tattooed arms. He donned a silver eyebrow piercing, a bridge piercing, and a nose ring. He had defined brows and sharp eyes that bored holes into your skin.

His pale pink lips wore a pissed off pout.

"Watch where your fucking walking next time!" He spat.

"Me?!" You exclaimed "your literally walking on your fucking phone!"

The pissed off male huffed and pushed past you, knocking into your shoulder, causing you to knock into the bookcase, which led to a bunch of textbooks falling onto you and the ground.

The male turned around. "Should really clean that up"

You shook your head and scoffed, leaning down to pick up the books.

"Fucking prick" you mumbled to yourself.

"Hey!" You heard a familiar voice.

Heading towards you was mikasa. "Need help?" She asked.

You sighed "yeah that'd be great, thanks mikasa"

She smiled and leant down to you.

"Tell me that guy is about to be expelled, I think if I see him again, I'm gonna shoot him" You spoke.

Mikasa laughed at you. Whether teasingly, agreeing or out of doubt. "Yeah that's eren"

"So you know him?"

"He's my ex-boyfriend" she stated, making you pity her. "Unfortunately he's always been like that"

You looked over at the table of friends and noticed eren was sitting with them.

No. You said mentally. He fucking sits with them.

"Just ignore him. His parents don't love him" mikasa joked.

You let out a small laugh as you put the last book on the shelf. "Thanks for the help"

"No problem," mikasa spoke as you both walked to the table.

Much to your dismay, eren was sitting across from you. Leaned back in his chair, with legs spread and an arm across his chest and his phone in the other.

You gathered your books and your laptop before putting them in your bag.

"Bye guys, it was nice meeting...most of you"

They waved you goodbye as you walked off. Little did you know that eren was watching you as you left, already plotting every single way to push you to your limit.

-

That night, mikasa and historia came to your dorm begging you to come to a party down the hall. Immediately, you denied. Parties were not your thing, and especially if that prick from earlier was gonna be there, you were not gonna have a good time.

"It'll be fun, we promise" historia smiled widely trying to be assuring, but you only found it mildly creepy.

"I don't know, guys," you said softly "I don't have very good experiences with parties"

The girls both nodded. "We get it, and I won't lie, The frat parties are definitely wild, but we'll protect you, okay?" Mikasa said gently.

You finally caved in and even let mikasa and historia dress you. Putting you in a short silvery dress that almost showed your asscheeks and some strappy heels that already were killing you.

You let your hair fall over your shoulders.

"I like it, but it's pretty short, don't you think?" You said looking in the mirror.

You couldn't deny your legs looked good in it, however. Mikasa, who was wearing a shining red top with a matching short skirt and black heels, was likely in the same boat as you, except she enjoyed rowing it.

"Nah" mikasa flicked her hand "You'll be fine, besides who knows what you'll get up to tonight"

You cringed in Disgust just as historia poked her head out from around the corner. "And also put this on!"

She threw you a lacy silver masquerade mask.

"A mask?" You questioned.

Historia nodded. "It's the theme"

You turnt to mikasa, who had hers on. Historia walked out from around the corner in a bright blue dress and a matching mask.

"Are we ready?" She asked

Of course, you weren't ready. Fuck no you did not want to go to this stupid frat party, you didn't want to get drunk or do drugs or be deafened by loud music and most of all, you did not want to see eren.

---

Just as you'd suspected, the frat party was Chaotic. Perhaps to the point where it resembled a renaissance painting, the party was filled to the brim with masked people. Various liquids were splashing everywhere, and there were things already sticking to your shoes. The bright neon lights hurt your eyes, and the loud music, despite being a song you loved, was making your ears bleed.

"I'm gonna get a drink!" Mikasa spoke, yelling as loud as she could.

I'll come with you" historia yelled back. "Want anything?" She asked you.

You shook your head as they nodded before walking off. You knew that there was a high chance you would not see them again for a while. Immediately afraid of being alone, you walked toward the nearest couch you could find.

You were alone at a party full of people you did not know. You felt like crying but knew there was no way you could be seen crying at a party. Instead, you walked to find the drinks table and grabbed whatever you could see.

It tasted like cough syrup, or somehow worse. Like hand sanitiser. The liquid was cold and burnt your throat with a harsh sting. Still. You drank it. Instantly your head was buzzing and everything was blurring together.

Suddenly, you felt something rubbing against your back. It was tall and strong with a hard dick that pressed into your ass. You froze as the figures' arms snaked around your waist, large hands wrapping around your sides with ease.

You felt soft hair tickle you exposed skin as a head came up into your nape. Turning, you were met with a black mask adorned with raven feathers on the side. Broad shoulders blocked you from escaping on either side.

"Do you fucking mind?" You scoffed, trying to push the figure off you.

They laughed darkly. "Got a mouth on you, huh? I'd really like to put that to work, baby. " The stranger brought a dark gloved hand to your lips, toying them.

You pushed their hand away and finally managed to escape them, hurrying away into the crowd as quickly as you could. You found yourself running upstairs once you realised the stranger was chasing you into the crowd.

With your heart and mind racing a million miles, you hurried into the closest room you could find, not caring who you could barge in on as long as the stranger didn't get you.

You found yourself in a dark, monochrome room full of posters with one massive bed. A desk and a closet sat in the corner by a large black lamp. You hear rummaging in the closet but ignore it as you see the stranger enter the room.

Your eyes filled with tears as you backed into a corner. "Please just leave me alone" you sobbed, holding your hands out to show surrender.

"Who the fuck is that?" You heard a voice say before someone emerged from the dimly lit closet.

A Torso full of sculpted abs out on display for you to see. The stranger from the closet had a black shirt unbuttoned and draped on their shoulders, black pristine suit pants, and a pair of black boots. an expensive looking belt sat in their hand and You were lying if you said they didn't ignite something within you.

On their face was a basic black mask.

"Connie what the fuck are you doing with my mask!" The closet figure tore the mask off the other stranger, revealing a male with olive skin and a buzz cut.

Connie, as you heard, looked ashamed of himself as he turned to face the other person. Upon taking their basic mask off, you were shocked to see none other than eren, the prick from the library. Immediately, you regretted feeling anything for the man.

"And who the fuck is this? Why are you scaring all the fucking girls man?" Eren walked over to you.

"You all good?" He helped you up.

You didn't know why he was being nice after the incident in the library, but then you realised he didn't know it was you. Much to your disappointment, he was still igniting heat within your thighs.

You cleared your throat.

"I'm okay, thank you" you smiled softly.

Eren nodded and turned to Connie with a pissed off face. "Apologize right fucking now" he ordered.

Connie looked at you. "Sorry girlie. I didn't mean to freak you out"

"It's fine. I'm just gonna go get a drink"

You left the room with no further words.

---

Still uncomfortable from earlier, you still sat on the couch sipping a drink. Mikasa and historia were still not in sight, which makes you think they may have gone home or were else where doing God knows what.

You eyed the crowd, now a bit more tipsy than before, your eyes landed on a tall figure in the crowd who held the hips of a girl Grinding on their crotch as they danced.

Suddenly, you felt a wave of jealousy fall upon you. Something within you wanted that, what the girl was having. Standing up. You slowly but surely stumbled toward them. You rubbed up against them, trying to get their attention. Within an instant, the stranger was focused on you, leaving the other girl who was immediately taken by another.

The stranger grabbed your hips tightly. In the blinding lights, you could just make out hand tattoos and some rings gleaming in the neon above. Your hips began to sway sensually, rubbing your ass up against the strangers crotch. You felt something hard pressing up against you through what felt like denim, but you weren't sure.

"Come upstairs with me ma" a deep voice found your ear.

And you couldn't help but feel like you'd heard it before.

Without hesitation, you followed the stranger upstairs, where they led you to a cold room. Unable to see a single thing, you could only feel the sharp feeling of cool metal rings at the base of your neck before being pushed onto a soft bed.

The stranger straddled your now revealed ass, heavy Weight trapped you under them. With their hand still at the base of your neck you felt them lean down to you.

"You gonna be a good little slut?", they said softly.

You couldn't answer but instead rubbed your thighs together. The hand on your neck moved to your hair, grabbing a fistful and tugging your head up harshly.

The strangers free hand found your clit through your panties, rubbing it through the flimsy lace. Without warning, they plunged two thick fingers inside you, thrusting and curling them at a rapid pace.

"fucking answer me, are you deaf?, or too busy focusing on getting finger fucked like a slut?, is that what you want huh?", the stranger grinned their hard bulge into your ass, making you writhe.

Their fingers continued to work, deep inside you pumping fast. With their thumb they rubbed your clit at the same time as they fucked you on their fingers.

The stranger laughed darkly.

"Yes, Daddy, please, I'll be such a good girl for you" you pouted.

"That's a good fucking girl", they pressed a soft kiss to your neck. "God your clenching on my fingers like a desperate little whore. Your pathetic"

The strangers words turnt you on. Your pussy soaking wet even after they called you pathetic. You truly were, fucking yourself on a strangers fingers. Their other hand held your face into the mattress, pushing you deep into the blanket.

"God your feel so fucking good around my fingers. You gonna cum baby? Gonna let me taste you, aren't you? Just like the good girl you said you would be, huh? Gonna let me taste this pretty pussy baby?"

----

The next morning, you woke up way past your alarm. A pounding headache was destroying your ability to focus on getting dressed as you kept stumbling over random things on your floor. Still dizzy and in pain, you tried hurrying to your class hoping it had just started.

You felt like you had run a marathon on needles. Your eyes were aching, and so were your legs. Your heart beat at an uncomfortably fast pace as you tried to hurry to the classroom.

You entered the room unfortunate to find everyone was already there, including the professor.

"Take a seat" the woman said calmly and pointed to the crowd of chairs and people.

You heard a few snickers as you walked up the steps toward an empty seat beside a short ginger girl.

"Hey!" You heard someone whisper to you.

You looked up, still a bit disoriented, to see mikasa.

"I'm so fucking sorry for leaving you last night, we went home after a few hours because Tori wasn't feeling so great", she explained.

You nodded along. "It's fine you don't have to explain yourselves to me I understand"

Reaching for your books in your bag, you jerked your head up only to meet a hard surface, watching as a phone dropped infront of you into your bag.

"Jesus fucking christ! What the fuck is up with you?!"

Eren.

He reached down and snatched his phone back from your bag. You sat up to meet his dark looming gaze.

"What the fuck is your problem?", you spat at him.

"Whiny, clumsy bitches like you" he pointed sharply before walking off to the back row.

You were thankful he did so that you didn't have to look at him.

-

Halfway through the class, you overheard eren and another guy talking up the back. Eren went on to talk about the apparently "fucking amazing" sex he'd had last night. He described each an every detail up unto even talking about handcuffs and for some reason a fucking collar.

You cringed, feeling like throwing up at the thought of fucking that prick. Rubbing your neck, you coughed and thanked the lord that there wasn't long to go for the lecture.

---

After the lecture, you found reiner and Levi in the library with historia and mikasa by them. You waved to them and sat at the table.

"Hey!" Reiner exclained

"Hi!" You said back.

For a while, you all sat making small talk before historia brought up last night's party. She went on to explain how she hooked up with some guy, and after hearing erens story, you could only assume she was the same girl.

"Eren apparently had some mad sex with some girl last night. He was telling me about it in the class, sounded like our resident emo boy definitely got all up in there"

You raised your brows at levis words. So he was the one eren was talking to before. Weirdly, you felt deja vu talking about it, like you'd experienced it before, been in this situation.

"He said she had the fattest ass", reiner added onto levis story.

"My God, don't even tell me about it, I haven't stopped hearing about his hand fit around her throat so perfectly" mikasa made a noise of disgust.

"Grosssss" historia groaned playfully.

"He kept saying how easy it was to rip off her dress. These girls really gotta start wearing stronger material" Levi joked.

Your eyebrows scrunched as mikasa suddenly eyed you off. "Your awfully quiet over there y/n"

"Hm? No, I'm just listening. I wanted to ask, though, did eren mention what this girl was wearing?"

Levi shrugged. "Just said it was some kinda silver flimsy shit I don't know".

Your mouth hung open. No fucking way. Immediately, you hurried out of your chair, not caring that you knocked it over. Your heart pounded as you tried running down the hall, passing all the students as you ran toward the bathroom. Your breath was rapid and you could feel bile rising in your throat.

Making it to the bathroom just in time, you quickly hurried towards a stall to throw up. Unaware someone had walked in. You slumped against the stall wall.

"Are you okay y/n?" It was mikasa.

"No" you replied.

"What happened?" She asked.

You didn't want to say it. You could feel vomit rising in your chest just thinking about it.

"I think I fucked eren"

-----

You lied on your bed that night with your fist balled between your cheek and your pillow as you tried to make sense of it all.

Did you really fuck eren? And if so, was what everyone was saying true?, did eren really put a collar on you? And choke you? Was it eren that had you bent over his bed like some kind of slut as he pulled your hair harshly.

Cringing, you rolled in your bed onto your back and started bouncing your foot under your soft blue blanket. You didn't want to be thinking of it. Truthfully, you just wanted to know if eren had told anyone else except his friends, but it made you sick to think about.

His room is just down the hall. You thought. Maybe you just go down there and face him, tell him to stop talking about it. The idea terrified you because you knew he was not going to listen to you.

Still in your red cotton pyjamas, you gathered the confidence to walk down to erens dorm. Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door.

It was eren who answered it. He stood leaning on the wall with his bare torso on display, and grey sweats slung low on his defined hips. It was all coming back to you now. You remembered seeing erens abs in that walk-in closet for the first time, and how not 20 minutes later, he had riding them, grinding on his abs like a slut.

"Are you gonna fucking speak or not?"

He was always so fucking rude. Such a prick for no reason.

"You know what I won't now. Just out of spite" you fake smiled.

"God help me, stupid fucking bitch. If you don't got nothing to say then get the fuck out of my face" he spat.

"Wait!" You hit the door as he went to close it. "I really do need to talk to you",

Eren sighed and closed the door behind him and stood out in the hallway with you. You at least appreciated he was listening, or something along those lines.

"Listen, I think we did some stuff last night at your party" you whispered

Eren snickered and scoffed at you. "You've gotta be taking the piss. I did not fuck you and your fucking four eyes"

Ouch.

"Would you stop being such a prick!" You exclaimed.

Eren grinned and yawned, stretching his strong arms in the air. ",sorry no can do"

You sighed. Eren lowered his arms from the air and crossed them over his tattooed chest. You spotted a butterfly, what looked like a matchstick on fire, some words, and then a patch on his pec that looked like torn skin with muscle underneath. You admired the tattoo artists' attention to detail.

"Listen I know we didn't fuck at that party. Because I would not fuck you if you were the last person on earth. And even then" he scoffed, not needing to say anything further.

"What the fuck is your problem? Did I fucking kill your parents or something? You sure do fucking act like it!" You pointed at him harshly.

"Watch your tone when you speak to me, yiu fucking bitch. Don' fuckin try and yell at me when you look like I could have you humping my fucking boot in seconds", he sneered at you as he reached for the door handle.

"Oh and one more thing, if you try and tell anyone that you think we fucked. I will make sure you fail the half yearly" he said nothing else before walking into his dorm.

He'd left you standing in the hallway absolutely shocked.

----

After your incident with Eren in the hallway, you decided to spend the rest of your day studying in the library. You wanted to focus on your history textbook, but why were erens words still ringing in your ears?

"If you try and tell anyone that you think we fucked, I will make sure you fail the half yearly"

Did it really matter that much to him? And if it did, why can't he just tell you instead of being an asshole? Although you wanted these answers, you decided that you too would also like to forget it happened.

As the afternoon grew later, all memory of the night with eren had disappeared past hours of history and English work. As you made your way down the main hallways, you saw a bunch of people all flock into the courtyard, which could only mean one thing.

You found mikasa in the crowd luckily. "What's going on?" You asked her.

But as you peered over a shorter boy in the crowd, it became clear what was going on. One guy was on top of eren, repeatedly punching him in the face. Blood splattered all over the grass, indicating the fight had been quite violent even before you showed up.

"What happened?" You asked her.

"I honestly don't know. One minute, eren was fine, and the next he was on the ground doing exactly this" mikasa explained.

"Shouldn't someone help him?" You questioned.

Mikasa scoffed. "Yeah, but are you gonna go in there?" She smirked at you like you were some kind of idiot.

And to be honest, you felt like one. Although eren had treated you horribly, something about seeing him on the ground almost helpless had sorta broken your heart.

"I don't wanna watch this" You said and walked away.

Leaving behind any thought of eren or the fight as you went back to your dorm for the night.

---

You had wanted to spend your night in your dorm sitting in bed with oreos and some kind of trash TV show for background noise, but as soon as you heard a knock at the door you knew it was all over.

You stood up and opened the door to reveal none other than eren fucking Jaeger himself. Without asking permission, he entered your room and immediately slumped down against your bed.

Closing the door, you quickly went to his side. For whatever reason. You tried to lift eren on to your bed but it was no use, he was 80 kilos of pure muscle, he wasn't going anywhere.

"Just fucking leave me alone" he shrugged you off, hissing in pain as he moved his shoulder.

"Your in my fucking room! At least tell me Why are you in here?" You asked him.

Eren slumped against your bed, almost passing out. His face was bruised and swollen with flecks of blood covering his cheeks, a stream of the crimson liquid slid down his face and another from his nose.

"Eren, let me help you," you said

"No. Fuck off" he groaned and shifted in his position.

You shook your head and tried to lift him again. "Please just cooperate for once", you begged.

Eren sighed, and with a short amount of breath and strength, he was on your bed leaning against your headboard. Eren huffed and groaned as you tried to make it as comfortable as you could with some pillows.

"A thank you would be nice," you told him with raised brows.

Eren sighed. "Ugh. Thank you. But I'm still not letting you touch my face. God knows where your hands have been" he made a face of disgust and then slowly his eyes started to close.

"No no no" You quickly tapped him, opening his eyes back up.

"Fuck off would you?! Jesus christ!" Eren pushed you off of him once again.

Straining his shoulder like that was not helping him at all. He knew that. But he would rather die than have you tend to his wounds like he was some kind of baby.

You sat up to face him. "I know you hate me. Believe me I hate you too. But if you don't let me help you, your going to spend the rest of your night in pain"

Your eyes were soft in comparison to his sharp, hardened ones. He scanned over your face, seeing you were genuine in your words.

"Ugh, fine. Fucking make it quick I don't have all night"

You should've punched him in the face for being such a prick, but he had definitely endured enough of that today. You reached under your bed for your first aid kit and brought it up infront of you.

"Do you seriously have a first aid kit under your bed?" Eren spoke almost out of pity.

"Of course I do." You grabbed out a cloth and some alcohol spray. "For idiots like you who don't know how to keep their mouths shut"

"Alright, yknow what? If your just gonna be a whiny and judgemental bitch about everything then I'll go to the fucking nurse"

Eren went to get up, but you grabbed his thigh. His head jerked in your direction.

"Please. Just stay. I'm sorry for being a bitch okay?"

Eren took a moment to look at you. His dark eyes were droopy and swollen, painted with small bruises. His gaze was hard on your face, making you feel like you were some kind of submissive object in his path.

"Fine", He lied back down on the bed.

"I need you to come closer to me eren"

Something in your tone sounded desperate. Chills ran up your body as you remembered the party. And lying in eren's bed, when he was choking you into the mattress while he drilled into you. You felt suddenly tense and shifted in your position.

"Why don't you fuckin come here?" He spat, sounding offended that you wanted him to come to you.

"Sit on my lap," he ordered.

Your lips parted slightly. After what you'd been remembering about the party, you felt uncomfortable to even be in the same room as him. You gave him awkward stares.

"But-" you stuttered.

"I don't fucking have time for this shit. Just fucking sit on my lap y/n jesus christ" he let out an exasperated sigh.

You knew you were ticking him off by being slow, so you did as you were told and climbed onto his lap to have better access to his bruised and battered face.

You were now inches apart from his face but close enough to feel his dick in his pants. Up Close eren was beautiful. Even more so than usual. His eyes gleamed a dark green, like poisoned emeralds. Under all the bruising and blood specks, you saw beauty. Dark, unfiltered, and unapologetic beauty that was eren through and through.

And if he hadn't been such a prick, you would've said now was the perfect time to kiss his peachy lips, decorated with a small cut, which was lightly grazed over with blood and swelling.

You leant back and grabbed the alcohol and cloth. "This is gonna hurt"

"Oh like I give a single fuck" he scoffed. "Just get it over with for fucks sake"

Cautiously, you pressed the soaked cloth to his blood-stained face. Even though you had already warned him beforehand that it was gonna hurt, it didn't stop him from reaching and grabbing your wrist tightly, letting out a painful hiss.

"Relax," you said softly as you started wiping the blood off with the cloth. "I told you it would hurt yaeger"

Eren's dark eyes stared up at you, not amused in the slightest. His grip on your wrist didn't die down as you kept wiping til there were only visible bruises on his face, on top of a few small cuts.

Something about it broke you.

"Listen," you said. "I know you hate me, and probably don't want my advice"

Eren huffed. ",at least your aware of that",

"But just take care of yourself, would you? I'm not gonna be able to do this again, eren"

The brunette stood up and reached for your door. Thinking he was just gonna leave, it surprised you to see that he didn't, instead he came and sat beside you.

He had something to say. You could tell. despite how little you knew eren, he looked like the kind to have no filter. You'd heard it, too. On multiple occasions.

"Do you want to know why I hate you?",

Straightforward to the point. Biting at your lips nervously, you considered if you really wanted to know why. You kinda liked that he hated you, because it meant his stupid ass would leave you alone.

But at the same.

You really did just have to know.

"Of course I do",

Suddenly, eren's soft expression changed into something pissed off. Like you had just told him, you murdered his whole family and strung them up. It was like a deep hatred that, if your honest, truly frightened you.

"Oh what the fuck am I doing?! You don't deserve to know!" He swiftly moved to the door.

"Your just some fucking bitch for gods sake. Your pathetic and childish!"

As he spat poison at your face, you found yourself frowning at the corners of your mouth.

",fucking pathetic, whiny bitch"

Eren took one last look at you and scoffed before slamming your door with a powerful swing. It made you jump out of your skin. You were terrified and frankly a little upset.

Confused at what the fuck had just happened, you messaged mikasa to come over.

-

"Can I put the ice cream in your fridge?", the black haired girl turnt to you.

You didn't know that asking mikasa to come over for a conversation entailed her bringing historia and pillows, and ice cream, and a speaker with a bunch of movies to watch.

A sleep over if you will.

"So!" She jumped onto your bed with a block of chocolate in her hand. "What did you wanna talk about? The party? The school lore? The writing on the bathroom walls?"

You chuckled. "School lore sounds interesting. But actually I wanted to ask you both about eren"

Historia choked on her juice. "Has he finally snapped?",

Mikasa nudged her shoulder as if to say shut up, side eyeing her.

"We were all kinda expecting this to happen actually", mikasa said matter of factly.

"Really?", you furrowed your brows.

"Yeah," mikasa swallowed the chocolate in her mouth. "It's kinda a long story"

"I'm willing to listen," you said instantly. Genuinely.

"Basically he doesn't really date anymore", historia said bluntly.

"But you said he's your ex boyfriend,", you turnt to mikasa.

"I know. But I really meant more like a friend's with benefits kinda thing. I wanted more, but it was hard for him to attach to the idea. He's been hurt really bad before by a lot of girls in the past"

Mikasa opened a tub of ice cream and gave you and historia spoons for the three of you to share. It felt like a distraction.

"And what happened with them?", you asked cautiously.

Something in you felt like this story was going to truly destroy you hearing it.

"The girls at this school are not really what they seem. Before he became like this, eren was truly the nicest guy you could ever meet. He used to get straight a's and smile. He was the life of the party without the party. But it changed once he started sleeping with different girls each night. We all thought he was just having a bit of fun, but we were so wrong"

You noticed mikasa was struggling to speak as a lump formed in her throat. "Hey, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to"

"No" mikasa interrupted you "I'm fine I can do it"

You nodded.

"Eren kinda drifted from us. He was distant and cold for a very long time as he started getting into heavy drinking and drugs. We used to find him on the verge of death most nights out in the courtyard. We all thought it was his own doing, but we couldn't have known how wrong we truly were"

Historia noticed how distraught mikasa was getting, handing her the ice cream. She took the lead in the storytelling. By now, your heart was shattered into a million tiny pieces, hearing about eren was horrible.

"He was being spiked. And when we confronted him about it, he just shut us off. We didn't hear from him for months. Hell, we barely even saw the guy. Anyways once he started realising what was happening, he came to us all begging for help, but he didn't want therapy or advice of any kind. He just wanted us to kill him"

You could've thrown up out of upset right then and there. Your heart no longer had a steady beat and instead bashed rapidly against your chest. You tried to take a deep breath, but nothing was coming out.

"Hey hey relax its okay" historia comforted you by holding your shoulder.

"It's a pretty rough story we know. But it's what you need to know about eren to understand him" mikasa spoke.

"Does he talk about it anymore?" You asked

"He tries not to," historia sipped her drink, "we all think he's passed it, but you can never be too sure"

For the rest of the night, you tried not to let the story bother you as the girls watched old rom com movies. But you couldn't forget how it made you feel hearing it. Eren was just down the hall, alone.

You knew because you had been keeping an ear out since he left your room. His door creaks slightly in a high-pitched tone. And since he left your room, you haven't heard the noise since.

You wanted to see him. You also knew he wasn't gonna care for how you were feeling, and he was likely going to push you away or punch you, or do literally anything to get rid of you.

Hell he might throw you off his balcony.

But you were not going to be sleep tonight without seeing him.

You snuck out of the bed, careful not to wake mikasa and historia who snored peacefully, as you walked out of your room and down the hall. Tiptoeing as quietly as you could, trying not to wake anyone.

Finally you reached erens room. Dorm 139.

You didn't want to knock. You wished he was just standing there already waiting for you. With the small amount of alcohol in your system, something in you tingled.

"Whoevers outside I can fucking hear you breathing"

Eren was coming. Fast. His footsteps were loud, too. He opened the door to meet your puffy and red, tear stained face. To you, your eyes could only focus on eren and how his towel hung low on his defined hips. You eyed his body, trailing from his sharp collarbones to his v-line, where part of you wished he would just take the towel off.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

You don't know what induced you to make the next move, but you did, and you slumped yourself onto eren, pushing him backwards as you hugged him tightly.

Completely frozen, eren stood there for a second before pushing you off.

"What the fuck are doing?!" He shoved you harshly away, causing you to stumble backwards almost falling.

"I-" you froze "I don't know, I'm sorry"

He slammed his door shut with his arm before standing with his arms crossed. "You wanna fuckin explain why your here?! Why your pathetic face is in my vicinity?"

"They told me everything" you said softly

Eren stood for a moment before he ran a hand down his face, letting out a pissed off groan. Clearly, he was hoping you weren't ever gonna find out.

"Well, are you happy now?" He flung his arms in the air.

"Eren..." You said barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry"

"Yeah, thanks a lot!" He stormed up his stairs. "Fucks sake!"

You heard his door slam. And for a second, you didn't know if you should follow him. But it was out of the question not to. You stood up and went upstairs, only to find all the doors, were closed.

So you had no idea where he had gone.

You tried each door, holding your ear to it, trying to listen for anything. A breath. A cry. Anything.

Little did you know eren was listening to your steps, silently laughing to himself as he heard you struggle to find where he was. He lifted his arm and unlocked the door, which caught your attention, immediately you hurried to the door and pushed it open.

"Eren?!" You exclaimed.

Looking down, you saw him sitting in his towel on his bed. The same bed he'd fucked you on at the party. The same bed he said he loved you, out of rotten drunk blindness of course, but you still thought of it.

He sat with his head in his hands. His hair in a wet half up ponytail.

"Eren" you kneeled infront of him, holding his forearms. "Eren look at me" you said softly.

Slowly, the brunette lowered his arms to reveal his red tinted face. A few stray tears ran down his cheeks.

"Does this make you happy to see?" His lips bent into a pained pout.

"No" you replied quickly.

"Why are you even here? Did you come to gloat? Or bask in my agony? Come to tell me that 'it's okay your not alone'?"

He did the last part in quotations with his fingers. Watching him, you could tell he hasn't received the love he wants. Although he had his friends who supported him, you felt that eren was just missing something they couldn't give him.

"Of course I didn't" you said

Eren eyed you. "I came to tell you that I'm sorry. And that I understand how difficult it is"

As his eyes lingered on you, suddenly his eyes started to swell with tears, and his head without warning fell into your body, landing in your lap. Eren began to sob. Not in anyways you had ever felt before.

It wasn't just a normal cry. Or a sob of agony. It was asking to take it all away. To take the pain away, and your heart broke for eren.

"I don't like being mean to people. I don't like hating people. " he kept talking as he sat up from your lap. "But do you know what it's like to constantly live terrified of everybody you meet? Afraid that one of them is going to try and sleep with you?"

You looked at the blankets. "I do not know what that's like. But I know what it's like to avoid people. I might not have any past trauma, but I just don't like people"

Eren and you chuckled lightly. And for once, it felt nice to be near eren. All the other times you'd met him, he was a prick and brooding, and he was always trying to fuck with you.

But in this moment, he wasn't.

Eren stood up and walked over to his bookcase, where he pulled out a small present box. You took the opportunity to admire the tattoo on his back very briefly before he came back.

"Here," He handed the box to you and sat back down.

It was heavy and wrapped in plain blue paper.

"Is this for me?" You asked

"No, it's for the fucking president" eren scoffed "of course it's for you, just fucking open it would you?"

Your fingers started pulling at the strings of the small white ribbon wrapped around the box before you started clawing at the paper.

instantly, your heart dropped.

'Bronte'

The book was a hard cover. Colored a dark green with gold detailing up the front and the along the spine. It was in pristine condition.

"eren..." You looked at him. "Did you get this for me?"

He leant back on his arms.

"I didn't get it per se, I'd kinda always had the book, but I overheard you say once that you'd lost your copy of it. So I saved mine for you",

You were speechless. Whatever words existed were gone in an instant from your lips. Thin tears lined your eyes as you come to a realisation.

He didn't even bother asking if you had actually found your copy of Bronte. He simply gave you his without a second thought or care to the world.

"I thought you hated me" you said.

Eren huffed out a laugh. "I do hate you. But I'm not a monster. I know what it's like to lose something precious"

"I don't know what to say. I mean, eren it's beautiful but do you really want me to have it?"

You placed the book behind you on the bed as eren stood up and walked to his dresser. You blushed and turned around.

"What are you doing?", He asked

"I thought you were getting dressed? I figured you'd want some privacy, " you replied.

Internally, eren made a mental note to remember to marry you right then and there.

"Right, thank you", He cleared his throat.

And as you heard the towel drop to the floor, something in you just wanted to turn around. It was like a force beyond your control, a whisper in the air.

But you had more self-control than that. And you weren't here to oogle at eren.

"So, did you want to give the book to me or not?" You kept your question from earlier.

"It wasn't exactly a yes or no"

You rolled your eyes at the cryptic answer he gave you.

"Now let me ask you a question", He said

Immediately a lump formed in your throat.

"Were you really there at the party that night?",

Although your back was turnt to him, you felt his emerald eyes digging and clawing at you. What were you going to say? Say yes and risk having him throw up and kick you out? Or say no and risk losing your chance to stay longer with him.

"I- yes, it was me. It was me when you came out from the closet and saw Connie in your mask, and it was me dancing with you, who replaced that other girl, and it was me you had bent over your bed. It was all me"

The air grew tense with each passing moment, and eren stayed quiet. You didn't know what he was thinking or even doing because you couldn't see him. Was he going to say that it was horrible sex? Or that he was ashamed that he was seen with someone who happened to be me?

"Plesse say something" you said softly "say anything",

"I knew it was you"

You could've imploded right then and there. Turning around swiftly, you came face to face with erens shirtless body leaning on the dresser with his arms crossed.

"You what?" Your mouth hung open

The brunette laughed to himself. "Of course I knew it was you, y/n, you're the only person at the school who would be stupid enough to come into my room. And also I knew it was you, because I saw instantly that when you came in, you didn't know where you were and everyone on campus knows what my bedroom looks like for multiple reasons"

He rubbed his tattooed hand over his face with a smirk. "I'm honestly shocked you thought I didn't know"

"So what about you threatening that you'll get me failed in the half yearly?"

Eren swallowed. "I admit it was a bit low. But I wanted to keep you safe, I thought that by threatening you, you wouldn't tell anyone. Therefore, none of the campus sorority girls would come for you. And believe me, they are fucking psychotic"

Trying to make sense of it all, you ran your fingers over the hem of your pyjama top. Avoiding erens eyes, how domineering they were, afraid you would ruin such a perfect moment with how badly you wanted to kiss him.

"Come here" you heard him say

It wasn't a request or an option. It was a command. Gentle and elegant as you were, you stood up and walked to him, immediately captivated by the smell of eren. A woody, citrusy scent enveloped your sinuses.

"Eren..." You said "if tonight is the last night we might ever be like this, like we are now, soft with each other...let me have you, once more",

You traced over his tattoos, your eyes catching the glints of silver on his face from his piercings. His sharp face held softer features than the cover shows. Eren's breath grew heavy as your arms glided up his biceps.

"I don't think I could ever not be like this with you again," he breathed against your lips as he lifted you around his waist.

Eren carried you to his bed, laying you down gently as he hovered his naked torso above you. His small silver chain dangled in front of your face almost teasingly. His green eyes caught yours in a daze.

"Tell me you want me" eren mumbled against your ear, leaning down into your nape.

"I want you eren," you answered him.

Your hands snaked around his body, feeling his sides and the muscles flexing in his back. His back rippled against your touch, suddenly making you feel like yoy had more power here than you thought.

Eren sat up and danced his fingers around the waistband of your pyjama shorts. "Are you okay with this?" He looked at you.

"More than okay" you nodded.

Eren tapped your hips, signalling you to lift them as he took off your shorts, throwing them somewhere on his floor. Eren's tattooed fingers traced over your skin, giving you goosebumps.

"Don't be a tease", you pouted.

Eren chuckled. His eyes dark with something wicked, glaring at you. Eren pushed his body back onto yours. You felt his weight sink you into the mattress, and you liked it.

"Can I taste you?" He spoke against your lips.

"I want to kiss you." Your soft eyes looked up at him.

"You only want a kiss from me?" He tilted his head.

He danced his fingers down your body. "Of course I want other things, but, please just kiss me", you pleaded with him.

Eren nodded and leant down to you, connecting his lips to yours. You wrapped his hands around his neck, pulling him into you as your mouths moulded together desperately. He tasted like mint gum, the flavour burnt your tongue with a tangy minty air but you were addicted to it.

Once eren pulled away, his lips were pink and swollen. "Thank you" he said

"For what?" You furrowed your brows and tilted your head.

"For wanting to kiss me first"

You stared into eren's eyes, admiring the crystalline green that gleamed back at you. You brought your hand to his face, and eren bathed in the touch of your skin on his. You were warm and sweet to feel.

"I think I'd happily kiss you a thousand times eren" you said softly

"God, I love my name on your tongue," his lips curved.

For a brief moment, all you wanted to do was to feel eren's fingers, hands, anything, and you wanted him to feel you everywhere. But as soon as he sat up again, his abs and biceps flexed as he retied his hair, all you could focus on was pleasing him.

Eren hummed in amusement, bringing his hand to the back of your head, forcing you closer to his bare chest. You hated how much you loved being near eren. Even though he was a prick, an asshole, a brooding, moody asshole, you couldn't deny something had always attracted you to him, even from the moment you first met, something about eren was captivating.

"Can I say something first before we go any further?" You sat up from eren's chest.

He nodded. "Of course"

You didn't really know how this was gonna go. You hoped it would end exactly how you wanted it to.

"I- I think I kinda like you eren, and if it's okay with you, I'd really like to be the girl that makes you believe in love again"

Eren was silent with parted lips and wide eyes.

"I know it may not be easy to trust again, and I'm okay if it takes a while for you to warm up to me. I wanna be here for you. If you'd let me, if you'll have me"

Eren nodded rapidly and pulled you close to him, pulling you onto his lap before planting his lips firmly on yours. Eren slipped his tongue in your mouth, giving breathy moans as his hands found your hips and squeezed them roughly, passionately.

You felt like you were floating. Even if eren was a cloud full of rain, you loved the rain. Being close to him felt like dreaming. This was the man you hated. Used to hate. You might even still hate him if you were honest.

But you hated, not him, but how easy it was to fall for him without a single care to the world.

"God yes. Goddamnit I'll have you every day until I die. That's a promise. Fuck ill pay for everything you want in life and bring your flowers every day, hell I'll happily give you fucking baby. Yes, absolutely yes.",

----

THIS TOOK A LONG TIME BUT IM SO PEOUD OF IT.

imagine riding Levi’s face.

you feel slightly self-conscious as he looks up at you from his spot between your thighs, grey eyes half-lidded with desire, waiting for you to settle all the way down.

his palms slide from your hips to tap his fingers on your thighs.

“I said sit,” he says, yanking you down before you can react. all you can see now are his eyes and the way his hair fans out over the pillow underneath his head.

one hand instinctively flies to the crown of his head when you feel the first lap of his tongue. he starts at your entrance, relishing the taste of you before gliding up to swirl around your clit. you cry out, fingers tightening in his hair as he gains a rhythm almost immediately.

“oh my god. Just like that.”

Levi’s eyes flick up to meet your gaze, stormy in a way that you think might look a little smug if you could see the rest of his face. it’s almost impressive the way he’s managed to unravel you so quickly, but Levi’s always known exactly the way you like it. the right amount of pressure here and the exact time to pick up his pace to have you like putty in his hands.

once you’ve gotten more used to the position, less concerned with balancing your weight, one of Levi’s hands guides your hips. heat gathers into your lower belly, prickling a path down your limbs.

“Ah—! Levi-”

below, his cock sits heavy against his navel, leaking and untouched. he’s too devoted to focusing on how your legs tremble as you try to keep your breathing even. he groans when you say his name, low and guttural in a way that has pleasure pooling at the base of your spine.

you can’t remember what you wanted to say—to tell him to slow down, to speed up, to babble about how good it feels. at some point, his hands leave your hips and travel up to squeeze your breasts, adding new layer of sensation to the already overwhelming feeling.

you come with a gasp of his name on your lips.

need help finding an ao3 fic

A long time ago, i read an attack on Titan fic on ao3. It was Eren x reader and it started out with Eren and Zeke talking. Zeke mentioned this woman (the reader) which Eren loved I guess then it turned into a flashback where Eren was resting his head on reader's lap and reader was caressing his hair; Eren was reminded of how his mom used to do this with his dad.

I'm pretty sure this fic hasn't been updated in a long time or it got deleted. Either way, I'd like to know because I did remember really enjoying the fic. If someone can help me find it, I'd really appreciate it c:

silver underground. | chapter 21

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Pairing: levi ackerman x f!reader (attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin) Word Count: 3.8k Summary: day 163 - also know as the day your world changed Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI - mentions of violence, death, bloodshed; miscommunications; amnesia trope; angst af

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CHAPTER 21

Bergamot. 

He smells like fresh dirt and home and bergamot.

A pair of arms cocoon around you, holding you in place. Cradling the back of your head, lifting it from touching the ground, is a strong palm. 

Sounds of the outside world are muffled; distant.

Here all you can hear is the wild thumping of your heart, your blood strongly coursing through your veins.

I am alive.

I am alive.

I am alive.

The crash happened so fast—

Falling from the sky. Sliding across the forest floor. Rolling over and over and over—

Until your body stopped abruptly against a cushion of muscle.

When the dust cloud settles, when the fog fades into vapor, you open your eyes.

Shades of deep, vertical brown overtake your vision. It's so vibrant, familiar yet new. For what feels like hours you stare at a small bug, a speckled ladybug, crawling in circles until it decides to head north.

With each passing exhale your attention travels with it — up, up, up — when causation connects:

One of the mighty tree trunks of the forest broke this violent fall.

(But not just for you — he was the one to take the brunt of the damage.)

He...

When your lips part, your mouth is dry.

Constricted, confused lungs try for their very first breath.

Inhale.

Breathe.

Stay with me.

But that isn't your voice; not in your mind's eye.

Blurry images flash along your vision, sprinkling red, black, and silver against the brush and trees of the forest.

No matter how many times you blink, squeeze, tear up, the visuals scatter like materialized pins and needles.

They won't go away. They clip to your peripheral, forcing you to confront what's ahead.

Nothing is linear. Nothing is clear.

Nausea, relief, uncertainty, rage — these emotions assault your senses. Emotions. Mind.

It’s like waking up after a horrible dream.

One you’ve been kicking and screaming to leave the minute it started.

Let me out.

The freefall plays over and over, a never-ending loop of sickening weightlessness, without a means to jolt yourself awake.

Let me out, let me out, let me— 

Something mirrors your heart beat and fractures in its own rhythm, pounding erratically against your chest.

Your heart still beats, but not as panicked — not as heavy — as this.

As... his.

Him — the one who broke your fall.

(Levi.)

Without thinking, your trembling hand rises past his ribcage, up his arm, to his fingers resting on your trembling shoulder.

Then you realize it isn't your body that's shaking.

It's Levi's.

Quivering like a leaf, gasping for breath as if he’s run a marathon. 

He doesn’t move. He’s frozen in time, right where you left him.

(I’m sorry.)

Over and over, you replay precious seconds in the back of your mind — fractured memories you’ve only just begun to uncover.

Falling.

Darkness. 

(James? James, shit, wake up—)

A voice crack.

Hopelessness.

Instinctively your arms surround him, as if dissolving him into your very pores will somehow help with the confusion in your gut. 

Even when your fingers raise hire on your shoulder to glide along his, he doesn’t relax. 

If anything, his ivory muscles forge into steel.

Prepared, like you’re the enemy.

They do not soften when your fingers curl, timid and experimental, around his hand for reassurance.

(Wake up.)

They do not yield when you exhale, slow and steady.

They do not rest when you squeeze, as if to offer a sign of life.

(Please, James, don’t do this to—)

“Levi.”

Two syllables — you murmur his very name, realizing the severity of all that you’ve missed.

The dampness of the Underground City right above your heads;

The heat of the sun on a riverbank of the surface;

The light of the morning, just outside an open window, glittering over a bare shoulder;

All puzzle pieces, scattered across a large table.

They fit together in a way — you just need to figure out where.

When you inch your face away from his body, you see it: those blue-gray eyes, pupils dilated and whites wide, staring straight through you.

(As though lost in another time, in the same nothingness you’d lost yourself in for months.)

His chest heaves in and out, trying to catch a breath that just won’t come.

Wretched, heavy gasps contain the fear.

The panic.

All while reliving, too.

“Levi?” you ask once more, softer this time.

A sharp battle cry sounds above your heads. You glance high to witness the silhouette of Petra flying through the canopy of trees with a trail of steam behind her, swords extended.

The titan has been defeated. 

The forest floor quakes and shivers with its demise.

Except that isn’t how the mission happened last time.

The realization is a chilling thought creeping, infecting, the back of your mind as you return your attention to the captain in front of you.

“Levi.” 

You urge firmer this time, but it’s no use.

Levi Ackerman continues to stare ahead, but he blinks. Rapid fire, as if trying to return to his body.

This face.

You gravitate towards this face that consumes every waking dream you’ve ever had.

Caging his face between your palms, you finally snap with a command.

“Levi, look at me.”

His gray eyes shoot down, catching yours, and your entire world feels warm again.

The light in a never-ending darkness.

Your past is your present and your present tumbles into your past.

An undiscovered constellation of points in your memory that haven’t quite lined up yet, but him…

All you know is that you have missed him, this incorrigible man, lying beside you.

And all this time, it is Levi Ackerman that holds the frame of the puzzle you have been trying to solve.

Instinctively your thumbs run along his cheekbones, causing his eyes to grow impossibly wider.

Unwise, perhaps, but the softened motion brings you comfort unlike anything else, tethering bits and pieces together in the mind by touch alone.

Bits and pieces, to bigger pictures —

You — a nobody from the Underground City, meant to die by the hands of greed and saved by ones of promise.

You — a formidable fighter, a friend, a colleague, a lover.

You — Lieutenant James, member of the Special Operations squad in the Survey Corps.

Maybe you don’t have the whole story yet, but whoever she is… whoever you are…

She’s supposed to be right here.

Levi’s eyes flutter over your face as if to search for injury or damage, but he doesn’t remove his arms from your body. The captain continues to cradle you as if you'll disappear, dissolve, into the mist that swallows your very waking daydreams.

So you lean closer, murmuring just under your breath with pure wonder.

Recognition.

“I know you.”

‘You know me.’

You recall standing right in front of him months ago, begging in a stable.

Those fateful few months before you really knew how close you were to the truth.

'You know me, but you won’t help me. Why?’

That doubt on his face, deeply ingrained in curbed expectations.

It's a memory you haven’t been able to shake, not since you awoke from the hospital.

Now it twists into something much darker.

‘Because you finally have an out.’

Profound sadness infects your stomach when one jagged edge aligns with another.

The memory, fresh as morning dew on a weed, sprouts before your very eyes.

Yes, you do know him.

Yes, he wouldn’t help you.

Because you’ve been down this road before.

But not like this.

Not wrapped up like two star crossed lovers.

(That’s why you hate me.)

— suddenly your back meets the ground.

A pair of hands abruptly push you, knocking you down to the forest floor with a whoosh of a small oof from your lungs.

Your eyes connect with the bright blue sky, the twinkling of green leaves, the expanse of a bird's wing flying high above.

I know this place.

Why can't you say it out loud?

In a hasty cloud of dust, Levi's boots keep up dirt as he scrambles off of you.

To steady himself, his pale palm presses to the tree trunk. He heaves once, twice, before exhaling fully.

Breath finally returns to his body. What once was pale now has color.

When you eventually turn your gaze to him, he glares directly at you, but it isn’t cruel.

Feral, maybe, and diluted in his own confusion, but not cruel.

(You’d never witnessed someone so beautiful in your life.)

In a new light, you finally see him — a mirror image of two worlds, old and new. Of what your body misses to its very core. Of what your mind wants to remember, to know as intimately as it once did.

Slowly you roll to your belly and push up with your arms. You draw up on one knee, your hand instinctively raising to graze your neck.

There.

The silver pendant, tiny and profound, remains intact. 

The fall didn’t destroy it.

Immense relief floods your system, and your fingers cradle it like a lifeline.

'You don’t own anything. Now you do.'

That melodic baritone guides your ghost of a hand, adhering one more piece to the puzzle.

A fuller frame.

All you want to do is run to him, speak to him, hear his voice, but all you can do is watch as he cycles through the motions of getting his shit together.

Struggling through stages of anger, betrayal, relief, and longing — 

Before addressing you as Captain Levi would.

Because he doesn’t know.

He didn’t hear.

(You didn't say.)

“Are you out of your mind?”

An ironic question, all things considered. 

Your lips part to answer, but his finger raises to warn against that judgment.

A curtain of dark fringe hangs over his eyes, shoulders heaving.

“Direct insubordination against your superior,” he spits, but the edge to his voice is frayed.

He’s barely hanging on by mere threads. You want to knit them back together so badly.

“And endangering the entire squad–”

“Levi—"

“Oluo would have been fine, but you? You weren’t ready.”

Standing on both feet now, you ignore the dirt and debris on your white uniform and take a step forward in earnest. 

“Levi, if you would just—”

“I didn’t ask you to speak, James.”

His bark is as cold as ice, causing you to stop your pleas right in their tracks.

Your own wide eyes stare at him as he reprimands you, seemingly unhinged by what has transpired.

Your mouth shuts into a thin line, willing yourself to hear him out.

To hear him.

Piece by piece, the image fills—

“Commander Erwin was wrong to put you back in the Scouts," Levi growls. It’s spoken as if to convince himself of that very truth. “Abandoning your horse, defying my orders, acting without any regard for your fellow squad mates—”

He seethes, a flicker of rage fluttering across his face.

“—the recklessness of your actions could have cost not only your life, but the lives of my squad.”

“Our squad,” you correct boldly without realizing you’ve said the words out loud.

Wrong answer. His anger only grows.

“My,” he corrects viciously, “squad. You are a—”

“—Lieutenant, which is practically the same rank as you,” you blurt with your own anger, the adrenaline flushed through your veins as newfound familiarity seeps into your veins. "The titles don't mean anything. It's just shit made up for people like us."

“Excuse me?” he growls, and you don’t let up.

“And I know Commander Erwin has always favored you more, but you only pull ahead of me by two goddamn months in the Scout Regiment,” you desperately rasp, the excitement too great, “so shut the hell up and listen to me, Levi Ackerman, because I know you.”

Exhaling your frustrations in heavy heaps, you refuse to cower.

There is no reason to fear this man. There never was.

"I know you," you repeat, defeated.

As if you've confessed at the foot of his altar.

Levi, despite all of his anger, turns his chin sideways with a growing bewilderment. 

Now that you speak, you can see the dots connecting behind his very eyes. 

All you can do is hope — all you have is hope.

When he doesn't say anything, you step forward and continue.

"This whole time. This entire time you've tried... you tried to shut me out because you knew that if you did, I'd walk away."

"What?" Finally, he speaks, but his voice drops with caution.

"You said you wouldn't shut me out."

"And I didn't."

"But you wanted to give me an out, right?" you remind. "That's what you told me the day in the stables at the cadet camp."

His teeth grit. "I told you—"

"That day, you agreed to give me a second chance, but you hoped I'd get too scared in the forest and run the other way. Except I've seen things and—"

That grit dies instantly. "Wait, seen things?"

"Yes, I've seen pieces, Levi," you admit. "Pieces."

"Of—?"

"Us. Of my life." Your fire dies. "Of our life."

His jaw clenches so hard that his teeth could shatter.

Your shoulders drop, defenseless. Your hand touches the back of your head, trying to feel for where you might have hit it on the ground back then.

"You ran from me in that hospital in Trost when I woke up. You saw I couldn't remember you right away, so you thought..."

A small laugh of relief exits your mouth before you can stop it.

There are so many black spots in your mind's eye, but…

His face paves the way.

Four hearts, staring up at a skyless night; now only two remain.

"Damn it, you really thought I would never remember you when you were my entire life."

Falling.

All you’ve ever done is fall.

On your back, as a child in those fighting rings in the Underground City.

On your side, struggling to learn the inner workings of stolen ODM gear while a rambunctious boy with ash-blonde hair laughs to the sky.

On your front, when two strong arms pulled you on top of him, lips crashed to yours.

Yet Levi always held out his hand and picked you up.

Now his fists are translucent, tight at his sides, as your eyes meet.

“And so you pushed me around in hopes that I'd leave you here," you conclude sadly, "all while you blamed yourself for the rest of your days for my mistake — right?”

It’s as if you’ve confessed you’re a titan in the flesh.

Levi staggers back, the clink of his ODM gear rattling as he moves.

His eyes flutter all over your face, studying, searching—

“What the hell are you saying?” the captain croaks, unlike himself.

He stares, clearly waiting for the final blow, like you hold his entire life in the palm of your hand.

Oluo and Petra are somewhere.

And wherever they are means Gunther and Eld are likely not far behind.

They’ll approach at any moment to regroup with the Captain.

But you need him to understand—

Levi's jaws clenches again; an overwhelming flurry of emotion settling on his tongue.

He looks two seconds away from detonating.

"What did you remember?" his voice cracks, the facade shattering. "Just say it, damn it, what the fuck did you remem—"

“James!”

The panicked voice of Oluo shouts from the sky.

Petra follows not long after, attaching to the base of the tree trunks to softly find a landing on her feet.

The rest of the squad follow suit, eyes wide.

“Whoa, are you alright?” Oluo repeats, rushing forward. “The hell just happened out there?”

“Her gear got caught,” Petra replies with equal urgency. “I saw it when Captain Levi took off after you two.”

“Her gear?!” Oluo yelps.

The two of them rush over while their hands reach out, swiping your emerald cloak up and away.

They duck their attention to the gear to assess the damage.

The ODM canisters don’t look particularly busted, but the wire dangles helplessly without its spike.

You note just how nervous everyone looks.

Because everyone knows the story, you realize deep in your belly.

The story where a member of the Levi Squad fought titans and got her gear stuck, resulting in a catastrophic head injury where her memories were no more.

The one where they nearly lost one of their elite, only to result in that woman becoming a completely blank slate.

Someone that they'll never get back.

Except she's screaming in your head, slamming against your skull.

I'm here! I'm here, don't you see? I'm still here!

Eld and Gunther quickly descend next, their feet pattering with the quickness towards where you stand.

The squad surrounds you with a million questions, checking your head should there be damage.

Petra even places a gentle hand on your heart, but it’s hammering.

Alive.

Levi says nothing, does nothing; his chin ducks to his emerald collar, allowing his squad to have their time.

“You scared the shit out of us,” Gunther admits with a sigh.

“The hell were you thinking?” Eld adds.

You sheepishly shake your head, eyes still attached to Levi. “I-I wasn’t—”

“I had it, James,” Oluo counters, cutting you off. “I had that titan. You didn’t need to go back for me and almost risk your damn life.”

“Hate to say it, but I agree with Oluo,” Petra replies with a soft sigh, before pulling you in for a small hug. Your arms remain lamely at your sides. “You didn't need to prove you were badass to us, alright? We know." She lets go. "How did you cut yourself loose?”

“She didn’t.”

Levi’s voice breaks through, stopping everyone in their tracks.

He turns on a heel away from the squad, head remaining in a bow, and walks in the direction they'd arrived from.

“I caught her.”

You note the changes in expressions on the rest of the squad's faces.

Recognition smooths over their tired lines, like the significance isn’t lost on them.

Suddenly they duck their chins, too, as if ashamed for gossiping.

Only you remain with your head up, eyes square on the captain.

He does not look your way.

“Outing’s over. We’ll just have to break Four Eyes’ heart and tell them we didn’t capture any of those bastards today.”

“But we didn’t even make it halfway through,” Eld starts, turning his boot towards the captain with surprise. “We can go further.”

"Wait, we managed to clear the forest?" you ask without thinking, causing Eld and Oluo to glance your way.

Oluo’s eyebrows slide high to his hairline.

Eld’s narrow to a point.

“It… was,” Eld slowly, carefully, explains, “but the mission you — the one that you — Wait.”

"People still made it to the other side after I fell?" you exhale.

They made it.

The Scouts managed to push to the end of the forest.

The mission wasn't all for nothing.

A flurry of confused relief floods your system, yet the squad looks at you with pure confusion.

“...none of us told her about the forest debrief from last year yet, did we?” Oluo inquires, pointing to Petra. “Hey, did you snitch?”

“Huh? Snitch?!” Petra yelps. “What the hell would I snitch about? It’s not like it's a secret to anyone here what went down.”

“Yeah, but she didn’t make it long enough to see the end of it,” Gunther replies, rubbing his chin between his thumb and index finger. “And we all agreed not to bring up said mission when she woke up until she was cleared by that doctor guy she saved.”

“Doctor?” you blurt under your breath, blinking. "That I...?"

That you saved…

Albeit foggy, you remember the other team that fateful day.

Miro squad. 

There were so many names, so much chaos…

You struggle to remember the finer details, but there was someone named Rini.

An older man — or did he just look weatherworn from war?

Was it the same man from Trost?

“Wait. James.” Petra rounds you, searching your face with budding excitement. “Do you remember the last mission you were on? Is that why you’re—”

“I said the outing’s over.”

Levi's command bites off her question, and Petra falters.

“I already have one shithead disobeying instructions. Is this going to become a trend?”

The squad goes silent, turning to their captain.

“Get the damn horses back,” the captain growls. “We’ll reconvene as a group back at headquarters. That’s an order.”

“Yes, sir,” they all respond in unison.

One after the other, they offer a look of condolences to you before ascending to the skies.

Leaving Levi and yourself to remain.

In the back of your mind, you remember the odds.

Forty to eighty.

The screams of terror.

The urgency to fly through the trees.

A formation of horses…

A corner of the puzzle is complete.

Help me.

Why won’t you help me?

“Levi?” you start, and you see his face flinch at your tone. “Can we talk?”

“Not here,” he replies curtly.

“But—”

“I said not here,” he grunts, turning his chin to regard you over his shoulder. “I’m not doing this here.”

When his eyes meet yours, they soften.

Apologetic.

As if he’s teetering on the brink of giving up completely.

“Go back to your quarters,” he urges. “Clear your head. Figure out if…”

Did his voice just crack again?

You can’t help but gravitate towards his orbit, boots gently stepping closer.

“...figure out if you mean it,” he finishes, stronger now. “If you really do remember — any of this. We'll reconvene and debrief back at headquarters, but I told you: I'm not feeding you our memories. If you think you know me, then say it with your whole damn chest and hold nothing back."

His chin drops, his black fringe falling over his eyes.

You can't see what he's thinking, how he's feeling, but the way his voice turns to a whisper breaks your heart.

"I can’t keep up with these false hopes anymore.”

The necklace on your sternum burns.

Although you have a million questions, a thousand apologies, a dozen pleas, and very few certainties, you say one thing in return.

"Yes, sir."

You both stand in silence, awaiting the horses.

He stares at the ground.

You continue staring at him.

I know you.

You're the only certainty I have.

Once the rest of the squad arrives, you mount your horse and keep formation.

The sun bursts free.

There are no more trees clouding your vision.

Ahead there is an expanse of grass, reclaimed by time.

(A new start.)

Levi Squad returns to headquarters without a casualty in tow.

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press four for more options. | part four.

( Read on AO3 )

Pairing: levi ackerman x f!reader (attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin) Word Count: 4.6k Summary: After seeing your ex with his new girl at a work party, you take the not-so-smart advice from a friend to call a sex hotline to get over him. Your match? A baritone bossy dom named Levi.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI - alternate universe (modern), sex work, pet names, alcohol, mentions of drugs, jokes about death Credits: dividers by @saradika-graphics

part three. / return to part one. | masterlist

Night comes around.

You do not call.

In fact, you don't call the Scout Services Hotline a single time that whole weekend.

As you scroll mindlessly through social media in your bed, fluttering between apps without retaining a single word or meme, your cell phone weighs heavily in your hand.

Don't call.

Just don't call.

It isn't like you're devoid of things to do.

Going out is an option.

Being around people may help your mood — but you don’t feel like unearthing from your snuggie poncho.

Putting on a movie can be a great distraction — but you know your attention span would barely last through the opening credits.

It was him.

Right there.

Right in front of you.

Levi from Scout Services, alive and in the flesh, holding your phone.

No amount of mental gymnastics can make you doubt otherwise. 

He has a voice like no other; one that haunts your day dreams and soothes your nightmares, one that brings this sudden urge to do better for yourself—

Ironically, to be independent and strong on your own.

Which, actually, really fucking sucks now that you’re stuck with the decision to totally disappear from the gym, too.

(Kind of thwarts the whole ‘new me’ chest-puffing you’d started Friday with.)

So you make a final decision:

You still have to go to the gym Saturday, Sunday, and Monday.

Even if you say nothing, keep to yourself, remain a shadow, you have to go.

(There’s a fragile line drawn in the sands of reality. You can toe the edge, but you refuse to. This is his livelihood. You’re not delusional to believe you’re a main character exception.)

Coincidentally, Levi goes every day, too. 

Your stomach flip-flops with the unsettling realization that your perch on a treadmill actually gives you a perfect vantage point to watch him as he sets his station up every morning.

Meticulously he sets towels down to place his shaker bottle and water thermos down, as if worried the ground hadn’t been cleaned overnight.

He even takes the disinfectant cloths and cleans every dumbbell he lines up neatly before starting his workout.

The dark-haired man truly is less-than-average in height, which isn’t a turn-off to you in the slightest, but his arms — his goddamn arms.

Levi wasn’t kidding when he told you that he could pick you up.

He could probably pick two of you up, one arm each.

They’re so toned, his forearms veiny from morning dehydration.

Training vigorously in his own world, not once does he notice that you’re the bumbling idiot that’s tripped on the treadmill (see: a few times) from dissociating.

Hell, he hasn’t a single fucking clue that you’re close enough to yell across the room to him.

Would he know?

That you’re Scarlet.

His, in some made-up world.

(Does your voice stand out in a sea of lonely people?)

The cleaning ritual extends to his cooldown, where he properly cleans each piece of equipment before nestling it back in its place.

Levi sits on his phone for a second, dropping down to a bench to scroll — text messages.

(Damn it, have you really resorted to minor stalking?)

As soon as he stands, though, you drop your chin to watch your sneakers rhythmically pass one another on the treadmill belt.

He passes like a ghost, evaporating into the men’s locker room without a word.

This is torture.

You miss him.

But you still refuse to call.

Can't — because in another world you may be his, but in this world, he is not yours.

.

.

— —

.

.

    Tuesday night rolls around and you decide you hate life.

Annie, Eren, Reiner, and Mikasa are already there by the time you walk into the downtown hotspot.

The boys as well as Mikasa are still in their suit attire from work, their ties loosened at their necks. Annie’s in a hoodie and jeans, clearly much more interested in having a comfortable evening.

If the emptied shot glasses are any indicator of the plans for this evening, then you steel yourself for one hell of a Wednesday.

You glide through the busy crowds of the bar towards the group.

Bodies upon bodies crowd this place — it’s never not a zoo at this hour, no matter the day. Saying excuse me would only waste breath. 

A live band croons on the far end of the smoky bar, forcing everyone to talk ten decibels higher just to hear the conversation.

(Can’t you turn around and go home while you’re ahead?)

In the sea of people, a pair of emerald green eyes over by a cluster of tables in the right-hand corner catch your movement. They widen, recognizing your face, and a lopsided grin of surprise follows.

“Holy shit, she left her cave!” Eren yells, holding up a cheap beer in salute to your arrival.

(Thanks Jeager, you little fuck.)

You don’t hear what she says, but you can see Mikasa’s lips part in tandem with a sharp elbow jab straight to his ribs.

Eren instantly falters his salute, souring in pain.

“I know. Don’t be so shocked,” you state to your colleagues, leaning up against the circular high-top table. “Am I the last to show?”

“Nah, you’re right on time. Armin and Jean’re on their way,” Reiner grunts, holding onto a comically small cosmopolitan in his rather large hand. “Sasha’s on babysitting duty with Nicco.”

You look around the bar for any other familiar faces.

“And Connie?”

“Passed out,” Mikasa supplies. “Took edibles after work.”

“There’s no chance in hell anyone’s waking him,” Eren snorts. “Fucker’s toast.”

Reiner sighs. “For what it’s worth, Jean tried.”

“No, Armin tried,” Annie corrects, finally piping up. She holds something on the rocks — brandy? Whiskey? You can’t tell. “Jean just laughed and kept trying to draw shit on his face.”

“You didn’t see the Snapchat he sent?” Eren asks after a gulp of his beer.

You shake your head, knowing damn well you’ve avoided using your phone for the last several days. 

Missed texts, abandoned tagged tweets, your streak in your mobile game ruined — anything so you wouldn’t be tempted to click that little number.

Damn it.

Enough wallowing.

“I’m gonna go grab a drink,” you state, disengaging with the table. “Anyone need anything?”

From your peripheral, you see a familiar mop of blonde hair walking towards your group. At his side is a much taller man sliding through the crowd, navigating the shorter one to the tiny table you’ve commandeered from the masses.

Armin and Jean.

Reiner and Annie shake their heads.

“Nope, I’m solid.”

“Good here.”

“Eren’s got the next round of shots,” Mikasa flatly states. “You’re fine.”

“Ha, hell yeah!” Eren exclaims, before he settles into a confused pause of silence. His head whips to Mikasa, blinking twice. “Wait, what?”

You don’t stick around for that aftermath.

Squeezing back into the lion’s den of people, you try not to get hit with any too-full beverages or waving hands.

You manage to weave and duck, eventually finding a small empty corner at the edge of the bar.

Success.

You rush to claim it before someone else can, your forearm on the wooden surface. 

Holding up two fingers to get the one of the three bartender’s attention, she nods once to acknowledge she sees you — she’ll get there eventually.

Two empty stools are available, so you scoot onto the one closest to the wall while waiting for your turn and drop your purse onto the other while you situate yourself. 

It’ll likely take a while if the busyness of the staff has anything to say about it.

An hour.

All you need to do is last one whole hour.

Chat a bit, mingle a little so everyone at work doesn’t think you’re a total goddamn recluse, then you can go—

“Is this seat taken?”

A question sounding to your left breaks your train of thought.

The seat.

The one next to you, where your purse lay.

Way to go, dumbass.

You answer on autopilot, not thinking twice about it.

“Oh — shit, yeah. I mean, no! No it’s not. I’m sorry.”

As your torso turns to grab your purse off of the deep red stool, your eyes drop to make sure nothing spills out of it.

“Hold on, let me just move—”

Your chin lifts to find yourself staring eye to eye with Levi.

Wait.

Levi?!

His cheekbones look even sharper under the warm hue of the bar lights overhead, lips parted like he was interrupted in asking a question.

The whites of his eyes grow more prominent with every passing second, making the blue-gray color of them stand out in stark contrast to the black curtain of fringe falling against his temples.

The realization that you spoke — that he’s seen your face before — seems to be hitting him like a goddamn freight train.

Your blood runs cold as your own eyes round.

“...my stuff.”

Weakly you finish your thought, wishing for nothing but death right now. 

Maybe a stranger, like a secret agent with wicked strength, will simply rush the bar and put you in a headlock and knock you out. 

Maybe your drink will be poisoned. 

You’re happy for anything so long as it’s swift.

Levi grunts in acknowledgement, slowly finding a spot on the empty stool beside yours.

Both of you swivel towards the bar, staring ahead.

Silence.

For what feels like hours, neither of you speak. The noise of the bar becomes overwhelming.

Somehow the surrounding voices feel amplified when you’ve lost your own. 

It’s trapped between a thousand apologies and half a dozen explanations that sound worse than the one before it.

You need to get up.

Excuse yourself out. 

Leave.

You won’t get your damn drink, but that’s fine so long as you’re not here.

“How’s your phone?”

Eventually Levi speaks, and you find yourself wishing he hadn’t. 

The effect of his voice is even worse in person — so buttery smooth, the gravel much deeper in his chest now that there isn’t a phone receiver to dilute it.

“Not… damaged,” you reply cautiously.

“Good.”

Another stretch of silence passes, and you forget about ordering drinks altogether.

Your eyes drop to view his folded hands, how the veins protrude even when resting.

His fingers are slender, strong, and hate yourself for yearning.

You have to apologize.

This is crossing a line.

You need to—

“So—”

“I’m canceling my subscription.”

You blurt a fraction later than Levi, proclaiming your innocence before he can ever condemn it.

When you meet his steely eyes, they squint with curiosity.

From the crown of your head to your chin, he assesses in a serpentine pattern before eventually finding your eyes once more.

“How come?” he asks, leaning further against the bar top.

“I— how come?”

You repeat his question in surprise.

Wildly gesturing towards the space between you with your hand, you snort.

“Uh, because that’s the right thing to do in this circumstance? Because seeing you in person is borderline unethical?”

He hums at that, not giving you much to work with.

“And for the record, I did not stalk you to this bar.”

“Didn’t think you did.”

“I’m actually here with friends—”

“Why didn’t you say something?” 

Levi interrupts, seemingly unbothered by your rambling. 

“At the gym. I can make an educated guess and say you knew it was me from the second I opened my trap, but you didn’t say anything.”

Why isn’t he freaking out?

Shouldn’t he be freaking out?

Just as you open your mouth to continue professing your innocence, the bartender walks over and points to you.

“What can I get you?”

You blanch, no longer remember how to order drinks. 

“I—”

“I got her tab,” Levi interrupts casually, tapping his index finger into the counter. “Two hard seltzers.”

Then he has the audacity to glance your way.

“Pineapple, right?”

Holy shit, he remembers your favorite flavor?

Is this a flex?

(It kind of feels like a flex; a way to say I know you, I was there.)

“...pineapple’s fine,” you murmur in return, hesitant.

The bartender doesn’t waste another second to rummage in the mini fridge on the other side of the bar for two slim cans.

For another agonizing thirty seconds, neither of you say a word.

He raises his chin to watch whatever sport’s game is playing overhead on the television.

You stare at your mirrored reflection in the bar backsplash.

This is real life.

The man you’ve spent hours talking to over the phone to, getting off to, is sitting right beside you, yet he isn’t trying to create distance.

If anything, he’s buying you a damn drink and asking you why.

Why didn’t you say something?

“I didn’t say anything at the gym because that would have been extremely inappropriate,” you finally argue under your breath, keeping the conversation strictly between you. “What would I have said? ‘Oh hey, guy I've paid to talk to on the phone every single night for the past week. Isn’t it crazy that I actually go to the same gym as you?’ That’s so creepy.” 

When he says nothing, still staring at you, you continue to bury yourself into a deeper grave.

“I mean, I thought you lived, like… a billion miles from me. Maybe from another planet.”

His brows pinch with amusement. 

“On Mars, or…?”

Oh.

He’s joking.

He’s actually joking about this.

You turn your chin, brow furrowed. “This isn’t funny.”

“It’s a little funny.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, and you have to force yourself to maintain eye contact.

“I wondered why you looked so scared of me on Friday. Thought maybe I smelled like shit from my workout.”

No, you want to say. Unfortunately it was the goddamn opposite.

“So you’re not…”

“Worried you’re a stalker trying to dox me because of my job?”

Levi blatantly finishes, and you wince.

Clearly he notices your embarrassment, because he sighs and relaxes his shoulders.

“I’m more pissed that you didn’t call all weekend, but then again, that’s the nature of the job.”

You both watch each other for a moment as the bartender returns, passing you both pineapple hard seltzers to nurse.

He pushes your can to your hand, nudging the icy-cold aluminum against your thumb, then picks up his own.

“The nature of the job?” you repeat, and he nods.

“People get bored. Run out of funds. Novelty wears off fast.” 

Levi shrugs, sipping his drink. 

“Just because you like talking to someone doesn’t mean they stick around. Wouldn’t blame 'em — shit gets expensive quick.”

“I just…”

You trail off, fighting to find the correct words to say.

“...I thought it wasn’t right to call again, knowing I knew what you looked like, so I didn’t.” 

Explaining yourself makes your tongue feel sluggish, like you were caught red-handed in a crime you didn’t know you’d committed until hindsight.

“I can leave you alone,” you decide to add, holding your drink tighter. “Like I said, I’m here with my friends and… after all, you were doing your job. A great job. You’re kind of the reason I’m even here in the first place.”

Levi’s brow knits, and your eyes widen.

“Not like that!”

“Pretty shit at asserting yourself even in person,” he murmurs like it’s a cheeky inside joke, and he sips once more. “So how am I the reason?”

He’s not angry.

Hell, he’s conversational.

Not the least bit worried about how you’ve both managed to get here.

Might as well be honest.

“Because I decided to stop being a little less scared of the world,” you confess softly. “It— That’s why I got to the gym so early on Friday. I wanted to start doing strength training, like how you talk about how much you love it. And… I thought, maybe, I’d spend more time with friends. Get out there more. Be more assertive — beyond right now, obviously.”

The dark-haired man’s expression smooths at that in a mixture of recognition and surprise.

The slide of his brow is beautiful, and your heart squeezes at the sight of an animated Levi in the flesh, just as you pictured.

“Do you have to go back to your friends right now?”

At first you don’t quite register his question, but then it causes butterflies to flutter in your stomach.

He looks left to right, as if trying to find your troop of buddies, before returning his attention back to you.

“You don’t… want me to leave?”

Levi shakes his head.

You feel bolted to your stool, unable to move even if you wanted to.

Simultaneously you sip your drinks, keeping eye contact.

It feels intimate.

Too intimate.

“So, then…” You start slowly. “What does this mean?”

“Well,” Levi begins, mulling it over in his head. “Means the whole provider-client relationship has basically gone to shit. You know my face, now I know yours.”

“Right.”

“Then again, that professionalism was already well into a shit pile way before Friday morning.”

You blink, not following. “Huh?”

“There’s nothing in the company policy about what to do when you stumble into your client at the damn local gym, but there sure as hell wasn’t anything about…”

Levi trails off, clenching his jaw in debate.

“...about crossing the line I practically leapt over. I’m good at my job because of my detachment, but this was the only time I bordered on unethical myself. That wasn’t fair to you, and I’m sorry.”

Sorry.

Levi… was sorry?

The words blurt faster than you can stop yourself. “Why the hell are you sorry?”

His eyes widen with a budding uncertainty.

“I… just said I crossed the line?”

“When?”

“On the phone?”

“Okay, duh, but when?”

“Our last session.”

“So that was real.”

Levi actually got off to your voice.

If you weren’t in such shock about sitting here face-to-face with him at a local bar, then perhaps your ego would have, in fact, made a crash landing on Mars.

He considers his next words very carefully. 

“It wasn’t supposed to be.”

Then he sips more before shaking his head.

“Look. It’s… a job a friend of mine got me. I’m not a real-life Casanova or any of that shit. Hell, most of my time was spent training punks to fight in a boxing ring, so I never had the energy for relationships or dating.”

You can't hide your surprise. “You were a fighter?”

He makes a noncommittal face.

“Loosely. Personal trainer, training in general — fell into it after I got out of the service.”

“Right, you were in the army,” you murmur, and the edge of his lips upticks at your recollection.

“A couple of months ago the gym I worked for went under, money got tight, so I thought I’d try it out. Guess everyone says it's hard to teach an old dog new tricks, but bossing fighters around and fielding horny-ass callers ain't all that different."

Levi turns his chin just so to regard you under a wispy black fringe.

“I can usually predict what someone wants. The people that call this hotline shit, they’re in and out."

He takes a pause.

"You, though — the second I picked up your call, you threw me through a goddamn loop.”

You use your nail on your index finger to absently scratch the side of your thumb, attempting to process everything he’s telling you.

"First night we spoke, actually, I ended up at this very bar to contemplate why the fuck I wanted you to call back. Didn't want you blowing your money on it, obviously, it's overpriced and ridiculous, but — it clearly shook me up enough for me to take then ten-minute walk in the middle of the night in the first place."

Ten minutes.

That length of time strikes something in you.

“So, your… office building isn’t far?” you slowly ask.

Levi shakes his head. “No, no office. I work remotely. Kind of the reason why I took the gig in the first place. I wouldn’t do this shit if I had an audience in a damn two-by-four cube.”

You’re not sure what possesses you to confess it, but you point past your shoulder. 

“My apartment complex is actually six blocks down the street.”

Ten minutes away, is your implication.

His hand had raised to sip from his seltzer can, but it halts immediately.

His eyes narrow. 

“The complex on Junction Ave?”

“Yeah," you say.

“Right across from—”

“The Reiss deli.”

That narrowed gaze shoots wide. “You’re shitting me.”

“You say the word shit a lot.”

“Baby, I live there,” he blurts.

“Wait, what?”

Now it’s your turn for your eyes to nearly pop out of your skull.

(You’re too shocked to even process what he called you.)

He huffs in a brief laugh, shaking his head.

“You gotta be fucking with me.”

“I’m not! Wait, you live in the same building as me?”

“You said Thomas was your goddamn mailman,” Levi states. “Do you know how many fucking Thomas the Mailmen there are in this world? I didn’t think we’d have the same one.”

Holy shit.

Oh, holy shit.

You sit up taller in your seat. “Wait, what floor?”

“Sixteenth.”

“I’m on the tenth!” you exclaim in your shock. “Holy shit, so you…”

Have been right above me this entire time.

Your phone buzzes, ruining your train of thought. 

Reflexively you look down to see the preview of Annie’s message over your lock screen.

[A. LEONHART]: Did u die?

Right.

You’re here with friends.

“Friends wondering where you are?” Levi inquiries at the sight of your growing frown.

“Yeah, give me a sec.”

You swipe the screen north and type a reply.

[ME]: Talking to someone. Be over in a bit.

Annie’s reply is immediate, and you turn your phone from Levi’s view in mortification.

[A. LEONHART]: 🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆

[A. LEONHART]: WINGMAN??? NEED????

[ME]: NO! Do not come over here!

[A. LEONHART]: ok ok ok noted

[A. LEONHART]: i’ll keep jaeger to the left end of the bar

“Looks urgent.”

“Huh?” 

You shoot a glance back up to Levi, who’s now angled towards you with his cheek squished against his clenched fist. His elbow props him up on the bar top. 

“No! No. It’s just my friend Annie. She — is actually the one who gave me the number to that hotline in the first place,” you confess.

Levi hums in that delicious way you’ve come to crave. 

“I don’t want to derail your evening. I’ve already taken you away from them for a while.”

Your heart is hesitant, but it grows despite yourself. 

“If you want me to stay, then I’ll stay,” you quietly state. “I… liked talking to you. I mean, beyond the whole — you know.”

He nods once, setting his drink down. 

“For what it’s worth, I don’t want you to disappear, either. My job’s not exactly corporate. Not many people can separate fantasy from reality. With you, I never had to bullshit what it was, but…”

Levi trails off, sighing heavily.

“...but I also understand if it’s just a fantasy, for you.”

Something nestles itself between the lines of his words. 

Something he isn’t saying outright, sussing out if he has any right to try.

“Do you really mean that, Levi?”

That sigh turns into a curbed huff, smile fleeting but enough to bring your stomach butterflies. 

“Damn. Sounds nice, hearing my name in person.”

Oh, sweet Jesus.

You could scream into your damn seltzer, but you decide to play it as cool as you possibly can.

“So Levi’s your real name?”

He nods.

“Not creative enough to come up with an alias."

Levi shifts, rolling out a shoulder.

"But to answer your question, I’m saying I… yeah, I mean it. I wouldn’t mind asking you out for coffee sometime, given we seem to run on the same gym schedule as it is. Just didn’t know if you wanted to leave it at the hotline and call it a day — no pun intended.”

Are you seriously hearing what he’s saying right now?

Does Levi want to step out of a fantasy and into your reality?

Your lips part with a million questions only to end up blurting a very stupid one: 

“Are you single?”

That earns a bark of a laugh, causing his head to gloriously drop back, exposing his neck.

(All you want to do is sink your teeth into it.)

“Yes. Very,” he promises. “Are you, still?”

“Very,” you promise back.

“And my job doesn’t bother you?”

You haven't quite gotten that far, logistically, but it's only a coffee.

He isn't asking to marry you.

Besides, he talks about it like any other office job. You can't find any ill feeling toward it.

“Work is work,” you argue with a one-shoulder shrug. “Sure, it’s unconventional, but… I’m so used to not knowing what I want, or second-guessing what’s good for me, and I don’t think I’ve ever second guessed a damn thing with you.”

Bringing the seltzer back up to his mouth, Levi smirks against the can, mulling something over. 

You smile in return, sipping your drink.

It's the truth.

He may not really know you, but he knows you.

Just as you're beginning to think you know him.

“Well, if you don’t get too wasted with your friends tonight—”

He steals a ballpoint pen from a dampened closed check from his left side.

Then he snatches a napkin from one of the bartending stations with lemons, limes, and straws.

Hunching over, he scribbles on said napkin, before turning a cheek to you.

“—and you end up going to the gym tomorrow morning—”

Levi then sits up taller, folds the napkin, and reaches for your hand resting on the bar top. 

His skin is smooth. 

Heated. 

Your entire body melts to his whim as he turns your wrist over, palm facing up.

One by one his fingers unfurl your fingers, nestles the napkin in your hand, then closes your fist for safe keeping.

“—give me a call.”

Leaving a twenty on the bar counter, Levi lets go of your hand to slip off of his stool.

You say nothing as you watch him give you one last once-over, expression full of admiration, before turning into the sea of people.

A call.

Flexing your hand, you uncrinkle the napkin to read the number etched black on white.

Not the Scout Services Hotline.

No — his number.

Your attention flies back to the original spot where you've now properly abandoned your friends, but you know they'll forgive you for your absence.

Annie knows.

She'll cover for your abrupt disappearance.

On autopilot you yank out your phone, bypassing the texts from your friends, emails from work, and tap the little telephone icon.

Zero through nine appear.

Hastily you type the number, hesitation long gone, and press send.

One ring.

Two.

By the third, it abruptly cuts. You hear shuffling in the background. Cars beeping.

“Hello, Levi Ackerman speaking.”

Levi Ackerman.

Knowing his full name warms your heart.

Standing from your stool, you rise to your toes to search the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Levi stands there on the sidewalk, holding his phone up to his ear.

“Hi, Levi. It’s formerly Scarlet.”

Immediately he turns to the bar, searching the very same window.

Searching for you.

You smile to yourself.

"My schedule just opened up. I know it's a little late for some coffee, but..."

Trailing off, your teeth catch your bottom lip.

Be selfish.

"Are you free for some tea now?”

.

FIN

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

How are we feeling, Hotliner Nation? I teased that this may not be the end of this story. I'm not against writing a sequel, whether to continue the immediate story or time skip, but I wanted to see what people thought before I spoke too soon. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed our hotline journey together.

In the meantime I invite you to follow me here or subscribe to my AO3, as I have other projects in the works (including finishing the final chapters of my canon-based amnesia au with Levi, Silver Underground.)

The last two months have been such a wonderful journey, and I thank every single one of you for engaging the way you have. I never anticipated such a frenzy when I started P4, so sincerely, from the bottom of my heart - thank you for the comments, reblogs, inbox mssgs, etc. Every reblog gives this writer wings.

Hey!

I'm in love with your blog! QWQ

I was wondering if I could request a fic about Levi, where his s/o doesn't get back from a simple supply mission but everyone else did, and Levi has a break down at front of his cadets or the veterans or both (whatever you prefer) because he thinks it was his fault or this is his life where he gonna lost everyone but after few days his s/o get back to the headquarters with cuts and bruises after those hard days outside of the wall and Levi can't believe it is real and not some daydream about his love. Long story short I need an angst fic with happy ending! QwQ

Thank you so much, feel free to ignore this if you don't like it or if you don't want to. You're amazing and I hope you have an amazing day!

the castle

levi x reader

a/n: i took some liberties with this one, hope you enjoy

tags: angst // fluff // curse words // violence // blood //

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“i won’t let you do this.” a stern voice sounded off in the night air as you mounted your horse. you sighed, looking at the stars that peaked out behind the tree tops above you. not bothering to turn around, you knew who that voice belonged to, you were intimately familiar with it.

“it’s not your decision to make, i have to do this with or without your blessing. this is bigger than both of us.” you said, grimacing at your own words. you wished you could choose to be selfish, and stay behind with levi. part of you thought that all of humanity could be shot straight to hell for all you cared, as long as you and levi could be here together in the sanctity of the wooded fortress, but you couldn’t afford to think that way. you had a job to do.

levi made his way around your horse yanking you down in the process, thankfully he caught you on the way down. levi’s strong arms pinned your form to his chest, so tightly that you felt as if your lungs could collapse under the pressure.

“fuck whoever’s decision it is, it’s my decision that i can’t let you go.”

your heart melted at the sight of Levi being so worried over you. his hand held a firm grip on the small of your back, while the other held the base of your head. his strong hold made your body turn to putty in his embrace.

your voice came almost as a whisper, “it’s a stealth mission levi, you heard the commanders orders.” your tone faltered when his gaze intensified. you reached a hand up to cup his face in an attempt to ease him, “it’s for the good of humanity.”

he nodded your hand away, “i don’t give a fuck about humanity. you are what matters to me, and i need you to stay alive. this mission only puts your life in jeopardy.”

you ignored his protest and cupped his face anyways as a frown formed on your face.

levi wasn’t really mad.. you knew that. he was scared, and so were you but you knew that if you followed the commanders instructions correctly, you should be back to the fortress by dawn, back in levi’s arms once more.

“you know i love you right?” levi’s face finally softened at your words, a smile formed on your face at the sight. “the sooner i can do this, the sooner i’ll be back here with you. it’s a simple in and out mission, i just have to sneak into the MP’s base, snag the supplies, and get out of there. simple as that.”

levi rolled his eyes at your oversimplification.

“yeah, and you could get caught and killed in the process.” you leaned in closer, your lips were just a hair’s length distance away from levi’s, “you trust me don’t you? am i not capable, captain?”

his jaw clenched, “goddamn it, you're not going to let me win this one are you?”

you winked at your boyfriend playfully, “i’ll be back before you know it.”

levi’s grip tightened on your neck, as he closed the distance between your lips. the kiss was much more passionate than usual, your tongues danced around each other frantically in an attempt to quell the fear that was rising in both of your stomachs. levi’s hands caressed your figure desperately, trying to memorize every plain and curve that made up your body. he knew that he had to let you go, there was no stopping you when your mind was made up, but he couldn’t shake the bad feeling his intuition was giving him about this mission. if the MP’s didn’t catch you, there would still be a chance that you could run into any number of titans while you were traveling.

levi finally broke the kiss, looking upon your face with that same stoic expression that you have grown to love, “don’t get caught, and don’t you dare get killed by a fucking titan either.”

you chuckled at his words as your bodies finally separated. levi was never great with words but you knew what he was trying to say, “yeah, i love you too.” you climbed back on top of your horse. levi reached up to place a hand on your thigh,

“remember-“ you covered his hand with your own giving a tender squeeze, “don’t die, yes i remember.”

______

you were grateful for the cover that the night gave you, no titans would be active at this hour.

this will be a simple in and out mission just like the commander said. you thought.

you were feeling very optimistic, you were able to sneak into the MP’s base with no issue but now it was a matter of finding the supplies. all you knew to look for was a wooden crate with ‘fragile’ stamped on the front, that is all the commander would divulge about the supplies you were seeking out.

you snuck into the facility’s basement and made your way through the maze-like corridors, not finding anything that fit the commander's description. you knew that dawn would come soon, which meant that the possibility of getting caught, or eaten by a titan on your way back grew greater.

time wandered on as you diligently searched through the labyrinth that was the cold, dark basement. you inspected every dusty room with no luck. adrenaline and anxiety pumped through your veins, you knew that you had spent too much time in the basement. a key part of the mission was to be back to the castle by dawn.

you had almost given up your search when an object in the corner caught your eye. you hastily brushed the dust off the large box, revealing the words ‘fragile’ printed on.

this better be the right box, cause i gotta get the fuck out of here.

_______

levi knew he wouldn’t sleep until you made it back safely. he tried to occupy his mind with the mountain of paperwork that desperately needed tending to on his desk, but he found himself watching the clock, counting the minutes until you were back to the castle.

dawn was approaching. many members of the scout regiment were already getting an early start to their day, some getting ready for training, while others tended to the horses. levi decided that he was much too anxious to stay confined in his quarters. the captain marched out to the front of the castle and busied himself with cleaning his already spotless ODM gear just so he could keep an eye out for your approach.

______

shit, the suns coming up. you thought as you finally tied the supply box to the side of your horse’s saddle bag. titan’s would be active soon. you made sure to stay hyper vigilant once you lead your horse galloping through the forest.

your anxiety rose along with the sun that was beginning to peak over the treetops. you still had a good way to go before you could reach the castle, you knew that some sort of interaction with a titan was inevitable at this point. you tried to ease your fearful mind, your thoughts were racing. you knew that you would have an advantage over a titan in this environment if you initiated your ODM gear, but you had to make sure the supplies made it back to the castle safely. your gear was virtually useless in this situation.

time passed slowly and the distance ahead seemed never ending. the sun continued its ascension, now beaming directly upon you.

the sound of your horse’s feet pounding the terrain below filled your ears. your ears perked when you picked up on the loud thunderous steps in the distance. steps that could only belong to a titan. judging by the sounds that continued to grow louder, you knew that you had mere seconds before it would be on top of you.

_______

levi paced in front of the castle, “she should have been back by now. the sun is almost at its midday mark, what if she was intercepted by a titan on the way back?”

“oh! i’m sure she’s fine! hopefully she killed one so i can run some tests on it!” hange said enthusiastically.

“please shut the fuck up hange.”

_______

well i really am shit out of luck. you thought as a 17 meter titans gained on you. you really didn’t know how you were going to get out of this one, the mission comes first and you couldn’t leave the supplies or your horse behind. you couldn’t live with yourself if you did.

you unsheathed your swords, gripping the sides of the horse tight with your thighs praying to the gods that you don’t fall off.

the titan gained on you on your right side, attempting to pull you from your horse. you noticed that this particular titan had long, sharp nails. you knew that you definitely didn’t want to get sliced by those things.

you aggressively swung and jabbed at the titan with both swords, but you didn’t make contact.

shit shit shit.

the beastly looking creature swung wide with its giant hand, cutting you deep across your back.

you shrieked out in burning pain. the cuts were so deep your clothing was ripped and already soaked in blood.

you knew you couldn’t falter, not now. you took the opening and sliced through the thick flesh of the titans fore arm, completely removing the limb causing it to fall back.

your vision became dark and splotchy, you knew you were close to losing consciousness from the loss of blood. you roused up every ounce of willpower to guide your horse on.

just a little bit farther..i’m almost there levi. you thought as your vision went black.

_______

levi was trying his best to conceal his emotions, he felt like a ball of nerves right now, you were supposed to be back hours ago. levi still stood in front of the castle, now joined by his squad. he was about to order a search party for you, he was so anxious.

“uh.. captain..” uruo pointed into the distance at your lifeless body being carried by your horse.

without a second thought levi sprinted in your direction, a woeful expression painted his face as he saw your body lurched over your horse's back, covered in blood.

levi tried to pull you off the horse as quickly and as gently as possible, being very aware of your wounded back. levi felt even more alarmed when you didn’t yell out in pain, he cradled your unanimated form on the ground while all the bystanders were stunned at the scene playing out in front of them.

the trees swayed in the wind while levi looked down on your pale face, “no! no!” levi’s body shook as he pulled you to his chest, propping your head up in his hands, “wake up! don’t you dare die on me!” his chest heaved up and down as tears streamed down his face. levi turned to look at his squad, “what the fuck are you doing? go get a fucking medic!”

half of the crowd turned, running into the castle to retrieve help. levi removed his hand from the small of your back, analyzing all of the blood that covered his hand. ice ran through his veins when the smell of iron entered his nose.

levi continued to shake your body. his tears dripped down on to your face as he cried, “i’m sorry i didn’t say it back! fuck, i love you too damn it! please wake up! you can’t die on me over this fucking mission!”

the medics finally arrived, levi reluctantly let them take you out of his arms. the captain tried to regain his composure, having never shown this much emotion in front of anyone. ever. much less shedding full blown tears in front of half of the scout regiment.

levi followed the medics that carried your unconscious body into the castle, “is she okay? will she make it?”

“she’s lost a lot of blood but she hasn’t left us yet.”

levi felt hope bloom in his chest at the medics words.

_______

you were stirred from your peace at the sound of china-ware clinging together. you didn’t even have to open your eyes to know exactly where that sound was coming from, you knew it was levi stirring what was probably his third cup of tea.

as soon as you opened your eyes you felt pain. you groaned at the stinging feeling that came from your back muscles. levi jumped at the sound of your voice, moving closer to your side from where he was sitting.

levi observed your features with a careful expression as he craned his neck over your still pale face.

you felt emotion well up from deep inside of you at the sight of the sable haired man, “levi.” you groaned.

you were taken back by how horse your voice sounded.

levi tried to conceal the overwhelming emotions he felt from hearing your sweet voice, “shh. it’s okay, i’m here. i’m here.” you drew in a short breath when you saw tears begin to prick your lovers eyes. you reached up to cup levi’s face, to your surprise levi actually leaned into your touch.

“it’s okay levi, i’m okay.”

“yes but you almost weren’t.” he said in a gruff tone.

he had you there, though you were grateful to have made it out of your titan debacle in one piece, you knew it was a close call with all of the blood you lost.

“well, was the commander pleased that he got his super secret supplies?” you asked playfully in an attempt to lighten the mood.

levi’s usual unamused expression returned to his face, “fuck those supplies.” he deadpanned as he pulled you into a fierce kiss. levi's tongue broke past your lips and immediately intertwined with your own. levi felt desperate, he deeply missed the feeling of your lips on his.

warmth washed over your whole body when levi pulled away, cupping your face with both hands.

you were at a loss of words, you had never seen levi actively show so much emotion in such a short span of time.

“i don’t want to lose you, so please keep that in mind the next time you accept a task from the commander.”

you laughed at levi’s words, “i love you.”

“i love you too. so much, so fucking much.”

levi’s held the back of your head, raking his hands through your hair as he initiated a long and languid kiss on your lips.

you wrapped your arms around levi’s neck, feeling perfectly safe in his arms.

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masterlist

clocks on the wall

a/n: first Levi fic. blame/thank @vennilavee​. don’t come for my neck. enjoy. 

warnings: swearing, violence, softness, slight ooc Levi at the end, no spoilers for season four (everything written takes place from the ova - season three). 

word count: 7.1k

You had never been Underground before.

It was beautiful, in its own way. The city had its own glow to it, made up from yellows, blues, and greens. It was known that without lights, the city and its people would be covered in darkness. Something about the greens and blues hinted at that being a lie. That it wouldn’t have been completely dark below the surface.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Erwin turned his head at the sound of cables slicing through the air, gas hissing, and the sound of an excited voice cheering, the echoes bouncing off the dirt and sentiment walls.

Erwin looked back at the three of you and the Military Police, the look on his face reading “that’s them.” It was after that moment, you began to understand the kind of reform Erwin was looking for and why Erwin had chosen these random Underground criminals as the example.

Well, maybe it wasn’t so random, knowing Erwin.

You carefully set aside the ODM gear retrieved from their beings, stepping to stand behind Erwin, yet in front of the three criminals. The light haired one locked his eyes on Erwin, though his face was thoughtful. The young woman’s eyes were wide with curiosity, but locked onto Erwin as well; only occasionally did she spare a glance at you.

The third one, who you assumed was the leader from his quietness, refused to move his gaze from the ground. Until Erwin stepped up to him, waiting for a response; was he trained in the military?

He gave Erwin a cold look, keeping to himself.

When his head was slammed into the dirty water, you watched the way the others reacted. They seemed… worried. But not in the sense that they were worried about the physical harm on him, but his head was pressed into a puddle of dirty water, jumping to answer Erwin’s questions.

You watched the way Erwin got close to the quiet man, so close that Erwin kneeled in the same puddle of dirty water that the man had his face in just moments ago. You paid attention to the surprise evident in the man’s face when Erwin offered for them to join the Survey Corps. The deathly cold, yet fiery look in his eyes when he finally looked up at Erwin.

“I’ll join the Survey Corps.”

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