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Dating Levi - Attack on Titan

Kinda weird assortment (head-canony), but here ya go. I made this like last year when I was obsessed with this man, so I thought I’d post it. Turns into an imagine at the end.

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You love Levi’s smile. You don’t see it often, but it makes your whole life brighter every time he does.

Levi loves your hands. When you joined the Survey Corps, your hands were so soft and smooth. Somehow, they’ve still kept their smoothness and Levi takes every opportunity to hold them.

You love that Levi lets you vent to him. No matter how stupid and petty the thing you’re upset about, he always listens to you.

You love when Levi calls you “brat.” Even if he means it as an insult, you still find it endearing.

You annoy Levi so that he calls you “brat.”

Levi loves that you love cleanliness. You make sure your room/desk/house/etc. is always tidy. But he also loves you can get your hands dirty when you need to.

You and Levi are so similar in the way you always take your job seriously and really care for your team. You two make a deadly combination when it comes to killing Titans.

Levi is not an emotional person, so whenever he comes to you for emotional support and allows himself to be vulnerable with you, you fall in love with him even more.

Levi always worries about you whenever you two have to split up for missions. He knows fully well that you can handle yourself, but that worry is always in the back of his mind and he always thinks of when he lost Farlon and Isabel.

You two always train together. At first, Levi would always kick your ass. Slowly but surely, you learned all his moves and techniques, so it really shocked him when you used his own moves against him and knocked him on his ass one day.

Levi used to go easy on you during training. But since you grew stronger, you two never pull your punches and most of the time the fight ends in a tie.

You love waking up in Levi’s arms.

You always admire his face when he sleeps. He looks peaceful and not angry.

Levi rolls his eyes whenever he wakes up to see you staring at him, but he can never help the small smile and blush that forms on his face.

However, you’re the opposite. You look like you can kill a bitch when you sleep.

You’re the only person that can get Levi flustered. And you always love to do it at the most inappropriate times, mostly when you’re with company.

Levi always makes you pay for flustering him whenever you get back to the privacy of your bedroom.

You both get nightmares, a lot. Most of your nightmares are memories of seeing your family get eaten by Titans, and sometimes Levi. Levi is pretty much the same, but about you and his team and sometimes himself.

When you get a nightmare, you usually wake up in a cold sweat and panic for a few seconds before you realize it was just a dream. You never wake up Levi because you didn’t want him to worry about you. But one night, you had a nightmare so bad that you woke up crying and screaming. Levi immediately woke and comforted you. And from then on, whenever you wake up from a nightmare, screaming or not, Levi always wakes up to make sure you’re okay.

When Levi gets a nightmare, he usually mumbles and whimpers in his sleep and he can’t wake up from the nightmare. Most of the time, it wakes you up. You always make sure to wake him up and assure him it was just a dream. He would nod and pull you into his chest, not letting you go until he falls asleep. Whenever he dreams Farlon and Isabel, he usually cries when he wakes.

You both rarely get into arguments. On those rare occasions, it’s usually about who gets to kill a Titan or who goes on what mission. Those never last more than a few minutes.

At first, Levi hated you. He thought you were annoying and useless. You were only made part of his team because Erwin forced him to take you on. He quickly realized he underestimated you when you killed two Titans without a hitch on your first mission.

Then as time went on, Levi started to hate you again. He hated the way you made him feel. Whenever he’d see you smile or laugh, he’d get a warm fuzzy feeling. He hated it. He didn’t want to care about you so much, but he learned to embrace it.

Your first impression of Levi was that he was kind of a douchebag. You recognized that he was an amazing Titan killer and leader and you respected him, but he was so cold and unnerving to you. When you realized he despised you, you made it your mission to get him to like you. It worked somehow.

You and Levi aren’t very touchy feely, and you both aren’t a fan of PDA. To everyone who didn’t know you, you guys only looked like acquaintances.

Levi is extremely protective of you though. Whenever someone is dumb enough to flirt with you, they end up getting a punch in the nose.

You know Levi is adored by many people, just look at him. How could they not? Many people try to throw themselves at him. You’re not the jealous type, but it does get annoying when it gets in the way of your work.

Levi actually finds it really attractive that you trust him so much that you never get jealous when men and women try to flirt with him. Of course, Levi would never cheat. He finds it more annoying when people flirt with him than you do.

You’re not the type of couple that says “I love you” to each other a lot. But when you do, it’s rare. Actions speak louder than words to you guys.

Surprisingly, Levi was the one who said “I love you” first.

You were with Levi’s team when the female Titan showed up. You tried to save Petra, but the Titan pulled one of your wires on your mobility gear and you crashed hard into a tree.

Before you blacked out, you saw Petra get killed, Eren turn into his Titan form quickly after.

When Levi went back to his team, he saw you laying below the tree you crashed into. His heart almost stopped. You looked dead. He quickly went to your side, and sure enough, you were still breathing...barely.

You woke up after the whole mission was over. You woke up in a bed, and your whole body was aching so bad you wished you didn’t wake up. Levi was also by your bedside, he never left when the group got back. Bunch of broken ribs, concussion, laceration of your right arm, fractured wrist, and a broken leg.

You were extremely lucky.

Levi shakily exhaled a breath of relief when he saw your eyes open. You saw he looked exhausted. “You look like shit.” You said, failing to keep your voice lighthearted.

Levi rolled his eyes when he heard your comment. “You should look in a mirror.”

Levi was so worried about you. He thought he’d have to deal with losing another person he cared about. He couldn’t keep his feelings anymore, too worried you would die not knowing how he felt about you.

“I love you, Y/N. So, so much. I was so scared that you’d die, that you’d leave me. I was scared that you’d die not knowing how I feel. So, I love you brat. I love you.”

The sudden deceleration of his love was a bit overwhelming. You never heard him talk about love, especially not about a person. You knew he cared about you, a lot. But this was the first time he ever expressed it out loud.

With no hesitation or doubt in your voice, you said, “I love you too.”

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can u do a headcanon about playing among us with Levi lol I thought it would be really funny

Oh my god, I love that idea so much. Thank you, Anon. Hope you enjoy😊

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When you first suggested it, Levi immediately said no.

You knew Levi never played video games, but you had so much fun playing that you wanted to share it with him.

After weeks and weeks of begging, Levi finally agreed to play ONE game session. But you had to promise to make it up to him.

You got all the brats (and Hange) together to play this special game, and they were all excited to see how annoyed Levi got...mostly excited to “kill him” if one of them got Imposter.

After initially getting over Levi already being annoyed by technology and explaining how Among Us worked, it was finally time for the first game.

Levi slightly raised his eyebrows when he saw the big red bold letters appear at the top of the screen that read “Imposter.” But he tried not to give it away as you were just on the other side of the room.

Levi wasn’t stupid, he pretty much grasped the concept, but he found himself getting a little nervous. He didn’t want to play this game already, so it was pretty bad luck to get Imposter the first time ever playing.

Deep down, Levi really wanted to impress you. So, he grit his teeth and told himself to try his best...even if he thought it was stupid.

The game started and Levi finally realized his fellow Imposter was Hange...great.

He’d never even saw how she played as Imposter, but he already got the feeling that she wouldn’t be great at it.

Since Levi had never played as Crewmate, it was pretty obvious to you that he was faking tasks. You found it adorable though, but he decided to stay silent about it.

Even though he was Imposter, Levi pretty much followed you and Eren around.

You three were in Electrical when the lights suddenly went out, but since you were right there you went to fix them. When you went back up to the top of the room, you saw the bottom half of Eren’s dark green body.

You thought about reporting for a minute, knowing you could get Levi out easily, but you decided against it.

Until Mikasa came in and reported immediately.

“Y/N killed Eren in Electrical! She was standing over the body!” Mikasa shouted.

“What?! No! I found the body!” You shouted back.

“Why didn’t you report it then? You killed Eren.” She insisted, eliciting a frustrated groan from you.

“Sus.” Jean said, everyone else agreeing.

You could’ve easily targeted Levi, but you wanted him to have a chance. “Ugh, fine! If you don’t believe me, then vote me out. But I swear, it’s not me.”

“Maybe we should listen to her.” Levi said.

“You’re biased. Vote her out!” Jean pushed, quickly casting his vote.

Everyone but Levi voted for you while you just skipped. You cringed, knowing he should’ve just voted for you. “Uh, Levi...?”

You faked cried into your mic as your little cyan body floated off into space.

As a ghost, you followed Levi and Hange around, completely ignoring the rest of you tasks. Apparently, Eren wanted to watch too.

You giggled quietly as Hange teased Armin by standing over a vent, hopping in and out then killing him.

Levi walked around the ship, his hand twitching over the kill button and smirking as he found who he was looking for.

You gasped as he killed Mikasa in front of Hange and Jean, knowing that was an awful move.

“It’s Levi! It’s Levi!” Jean yelled, definitely peaking his audio.

“Uh, yeah.” Hange said, having no choice. “He killed Mikasa in front of us in Nav.”

You heard Levi tsk into his mic. “She got Y/N killed, the little brat.”

“He just admitted it!” Jean yelled, peaking his mic yet again. “Vote him!”

“She deserved it.” Levi said bluntly.

It didn’t take long to find the other Imposter, Hange’s play style being extremely sloppy.

“Oh, what a shame to get Imposter the first time playing.” You laughed.

“Yeah, sorry Levi.” Jean laughed, clearly not sorry.

“I’m not. He killed Eren.” Mikasa said.

“You blamed me for it, Mika!” You yelled.

Thankfully, Levi didn’t get Imposter anymore after that.

He was surprisingly really good at susing the right people in the game, and most of the games were won by the Crewmates due to his good detective skills.

After everyone hopped off the discord call, you walked over to Levi with a hopeful smile on your face. “Well?”

Levi sighed, “I had...fun.”

You squealing happily, making Levi roll his eyes. “Alright, alright, brat.”

“It really sucks getting Imposter without getting Crew beforehand.”

“I liked being Imposter, even if I didn’t really know how to play properly.”

“You just liked killing Eren and Mikasa.”

“...yes.”  

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Hii I have an angst scenario where levis so gets trapped under a collapsed building after a titan attack because she was saving civilians -with a happy ending please :3

Out of the Ashes

Pairing: Canon!Levi x F!Reader

Work count: 6.4K

Warnings: Canon typical violence

A/N: god you people know me so well at this point. I. LOVE. WRITING. HURT/COMFORT. PLEASE the angst is just the best. i love all your requests but hurt/comfort just holds a special place in my heart… FUN FACT! this is actually named after my favourite Michael Morpurgo book i read as a kid :,)

i hope this is what you hand in mind ^-^

You could never just have one fucking day to yourself, could you? There always had to be one thing after another, one disaster immediately following the next. It was how you found yourself zipping around Trost district, slicing through nape after nape.

Vibrations rattled the legs of your bones as you quickly kicked off the wall of a spire, sending yourself through the outstretched fingers of a 15m, before it's nape too was swiftly taken care of.

This was a shitshow. An absolute fucking shitshow. Once again humanity had been caught unawares by the Colossal and Armoured titans, somehow taking out your defences as if they were punching and kicking through paper. And not a Scout in sight. The Garrison were doing as much as they could, protecting civilian lives and evacuating them to the gates, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.

You winced as you landed on a rooftop, your knee giving out slightly as it buckled beneath the impact and your weight. It was the reason you’d stayed behind rather than heading out on the most recent expedition. Managing to pop your knee out of place when taking a hit for another soldier on the last mission had hindered your mobility too much to ride a horse, much to your dismay, and Levi’s relief.

You’d been dating for some time now. When you first met him, you still being a cadet and him fresh from the underground city, you thought he was the most annoying, foul tempered, vile humoured, prickly little bastard you’d ever had the displeasure of meeting, often finding yourselves provoking each other, belittling each other or just plain ignoring each other. That was until a particularly harsh expedition roughly eight months after your begrudging introductions. The same expedition where you’d lost your best friend. She’d been with you since you were cadets. You were partners in crime, two peas in a pod, she was your ride or die. And then she did die. She died protecting you, throwing you clear of a crawling titan’s jumping trajectory and quite literally sacrificing herself to save your pathetic little life.

You were barely holding yourself together, your sanity hanging on by a quickly fraying thread, when he made a comment about you being here and not her. It didn’t have his usual biting tone, but the words were there nonetheless, and you snapped. You snapped and punched him square in the jaw, the faintest crack gracing your ears as you raised your fist to strike again, before two arms looped beneath your armpits and held you back. Of course you struggled against it, you wanted to fucking kill him. Not for what he said, but for being right about it. She had given her life to save you. You, of all people. And you screamed at him. Screamed every damn word about how stupid she was, how fucking ridiculous she was that she’d had chosen you over herself. How pitiful and shameful it was that you were the one to live. How you knew every single damn insult that was about to fly from his mouth because you’d already thought of it beforehand. You’d already realised before he even had time to say anything that yes, it was a great fucking shame that you were the one to return and she wasn’t.

It was only when you fell quiet did you realise the entire courtyard was looking at you in sympathetic pity, and you hated those looks. You didn’t want pity when you were just stating facts, and the raging fire in your shining eyes told Levi just that, before the flames were quenched completely. You relaxed in Hange’s grip, now realising it was your mutual friend who had stopped you from going berserk, and there was no other way to describe you other than fractured. You looked tired, broken. Like an old toy nobody wanted to play with anymore, left on the shelf to gather dust and cobwebs.

When you’d later discussed this incident a little further into your relationship, Levi described you like he was watching sunlight bleach the cover of a book, or grey skies sapping the green from the trees. You drained of colour before his eyes, monochrome replacing the fiery oranges and striking reds he’d always seen you as, before you silently walked away. Nobody went after you, everyone having heard your outburst knew what you’d just experienced, and knew you probably wanted to be left alone. But by the fourth day of not hearing your random biting remarks about whatever tea he was drinking, he’d started to realise he actually missed you. He missed hearing your laughter in the mess hall, as much as he used to claim he hated it. He missed seeing your scowl whenever you made eye contact with him. And though that punch really fucking hurt, he missed when you were paired up during hand to hand combat practice, feeling you give every strike your all, watching your eyes light up whenever you manage to gain the upper hand. He missed you. Fuck, he really missed you.

So by the end of the fourth day, Levi took his metaphorical olive branch in the form of a tray of tea and two bowls of soup, to your door.

You shared a dorm with your best friend, or rather, you did. But it didn’t exactly look like a dorm, more like the site of a titan massacre. Whatever anguished rage you couldn’t take out on Levi had been taken out on your possessions, and on hers. Picture frames had been shattered, pillows had been torn apart, clothes ripped from their drawers or closets and flung in any and all directions. The wooden bedframe had splintered under the weight of one of your kicks, and small splatters of blood decorated the floorboards where you’d sliced your foot open on broken glass.

A sharp intake of breath was the only sound your soon-to-be lover made as the door slowly creaked open. Nobody had been in here, not even Hange, since you’d locked yourself away. Well, not locked, only high up’s doors could lock, but you’d shut yourself away nonetheless. And Levi then immediately understood what you were going through, because he went through something extremely similar not eight months previous. His eyes fell to you, curled up in a corner by your bed, not even sitting on the stripped, ruined mattress. Whether you’d noticed him come in or not, he couldn’t tell, but he set the tray down on the nearest flat surface, having to gently move what looked like a really sweet pencil drawing of the two of you from beneath shards of glass, before kneeling in front of you. He’d removed his own cravat to use it as a bandage for your foot, cleaning the wound with a spare cloth he kept in his jacket pocket.

When you’d finally lifted your head, you’d expected to see Hange, or maybe a member of your squad. The last person you’d expected to see was the man who you swore hated you, and who you could have sworn you hated too. But when his soft eyes met yours, so full of empathy and understanding, you realised that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t so bad afterall.

You ended up talking most of the night, answering his questions about who she was to you and how you knew each other. He, in turn, opened up about his own experience when he lost Isabel and Farlan, explaining who they were to him and how they died. You knew vaguely, of course, you’d lightened up on the insults and general nastiness when word reached you he’d just lost the two people who had come up with him from the dirt. But you didn’t quite understand the connection between the three of them, not until now anyway.

You ended up understanding that the two of you were fairly similar in some ways, and you realised that night, you’d just seen a side to him nobody had ever seen before, at least nobody in the Scouts, to your knowledge. And you sure as hell never expected to see this side of him. Shit, you doubted he even had this side to him. But when he turned your head to look you in the eyes, gently gripping your shoulders and asking you to promise him you would never regret what happened, never regret her decision, you realised just how wrong you had been.

It was after that night you two actually managed to talk without wanting to rip each other’s throats out. You congratulated him on becoming a captain, only to be met with his request for you to be on his squad. You shared his paperwork, his tea –as foul as you thought the drink was–, his thoughts and fears, and all of a sudden you were sharing his bed, sleeping in his arms after you’d both realised you’d fallen in love with each other.

It was with his help you managed to honour your best friend’s life. You fought for her, and for this new relationship that seemed to have blossomed from the seed of grief. She used to take th piss out of the two of you relentlessly, constantly chiming about how thin the line is between hatred and love. And you guessed she was right.

That must have been nine or ten years ago now, seven of those years having been spent by his side as his lover, and three of them as his wife. The thin, simplistic gold band around your ring finger glinting in the midday sun as a testament to your love for each other. You wonder where he was now, whether he too was fighting titans, or whether they were setting up camp. Their return date wasn’t for another couple of days, you knew that, but then again, Erwin Smith was always a little unpredictable. You knew from experience, having known the man for a while now.

Smoke and fire rose from ruined homes, screams of the innocent rising like a choir singing for a malevolent god. You carved through flesh and muscle, felling as many beasts as you could whilst still keeping your injury fairly safe. If you didn’t stop, it didn’t have time to hurt, that was your mentality. Until high pitched cries for help stopped your rhythm, twisting in the air so you could at least deduce where the pleas were coming from.

And your heart dropped as soon as you realised.

There was a school. An entire class worth of children and teachers trapped by surrounding titans and flames. It was a hellscape, but one you had seen before, and wouldn’t hesitate to walk through. Flipping your direction from the original path you’d set yourself on, you drew two more razor blades from your scabbard, metal singing a chorus as they too glinted in the sunlight, before you set to work.

Your first port of call was to clear the area of titans. The giants currently surrounding the building, reaching their large hands through flaming, shattered windows in search for their next morsel filled you with a certain kind of rage you’d never felt before. You’d recently had that talk with Levi. The whole “children” talk. Whether you both wanted one, and whether it was a good idea to bring a child into this world of death and terror. Maybe that was why you sliced through titan flesh so viciously, watching with sick satisfaction as the beasts toppled and fell before they even knew what hit them.

You fired a green flare, a visual sign for backup as you kept up your attack, growing tired as more large hands replaced the ones you just severed. There were too many, and the screaming from within the building wasn’t helping your sense of panic either. You were trying to stay calm. Trying everything you could to keep your breathing regular. If this was any old titan attack, you’d be fine. But there were civilian lives at stake. Children’s lives at stake. Letting them die wasn’t an option.

Relief calmed your stuttering heart as the sound of gas accompanied by the sick squelch of blades through muscle came to your aid. A small squad of Garrison soldiers putting their cadet training to good use by actually killing some titans. You would have been impressed if the current situation wasn’t so dire.

“Keep them at bay! There’s people in there, don’t let a single titan near this building, understand?!” even if they didn’t know who you were, they obeyed your orders without question. Something about your tone of voice screamed authority, and they knew you were everyone’s best bet at survival here.

Without a second thought, and without even considering the faint cracking of strained support beams, you disengaged your gas, running through the small inferno. Smoke clogged your lungs immediately, and you crouched as low as you could whilst still being able to travel at a reasonable pace. You were listening. Over the roar of fire, you were listening for the panicked shouts and hollers for help. You just needed to find where they were, and you’d get them out. You had to.

You managed to look up seconds before a part of the ceiling collapsed in front of you, prompting you to dodge back. The movement had you coughing, and once you started, it was difficult to stop. Pulling a small cloth from your pocket, you planted it over your nose, hoping to filter out the smoke as you continued your painstaking search. Long hallways lit by the blaze taunted you as you ran into each classroom, searching what felt like in vain. Until angelic, blood-cooling screams graced your ears, and you sped up as much as you could without prompting yourself to pant.

Throwing open the door, you surveyed the class of terrified looking kids, all huddled close to the ground. Tear stained and puffy eyed, they looked to you in fear, and your gaze fell to the teachers keeping them as safe as possible. It didn’t look too bad, if not for the fire that separated the two sides of the room, blocking off their exit and preventing you from accessing them. You were now frantic, searching in desperation for something, anything that could help them escape. Some desks and tables had already been consumed by the flames, but others were almost unharmed.

The structure creaked and cracked all around you, falling debris could be heard outside the classroom as you dragged one of the desks as close to the blaze as you could, gesturing for one of the adults to do the same. You had managed to create a sort of makeshift bridge, although they would have to leap across a small gap, fire licking the legs of the desks, as if taunting you, mocking you. Reaching up to pull you into the flames.

“You have to jump! I will catch you, I promise!” you shouted, heart beating faster than you thought possible as a little girl clambered up onto the desk opposite you, her expression one of utter terror. You held your arms out, cringing slightly as the heat from below engulfed and singed your skin, but you didn’t have a choice. You had already told yourself you were going to save these children, so that’s what you were going to do. Mustering all the courage you had, you wiped your own expression, before producing a calm, reassuring smile. Determination sparkled in your now flickering irises, and you took a step closer to the edge of the desk, the toe of your boot now hanging over the inferno. “Trust me.” you implored, before you saw the girl nod, take a small step back, and leap into your arms.

Instinctively you curled her into your embrace, before placing her onto the ground behind you. The next kid, a smaller, brown haired boy, seemed a little braver, and didn’t hesitate to jump over the flames, colliding into your steady body.

“I have to take two at a time! I’ll be back, I promise!” your voice must have carried to one of the teachers, her wide eyed expression, though nodding in confirmation, silently pleaded you to hurry. You had nine more children to help escape, that and the two adults. Hauling the two kids over your shoulders, you started to run. Smoke and ash coated and burned your lungs, but you didn’t stop. Eyes streaming, you gasped for fresh air as soon as your eyes saw the blue sky beyond. A small crowd had gathered in front of the school, the titans nearby having been eradicated, civilians and soldiers alike stopped to watch in awe of a single woman running in and out of a burning school, collective screams ringing out each time a piece of the building collapsed. Some people yelled at each other to help you, but nobody seemed willing to risk their lives in the same way a Scout would.

It was the commotion that drew Levi to the scene. Word had reached the Scouting Expedition that titans had broken through the wall and were running amok in Trost District. His immediate thought turned to you, worry infecting his mind as he constantly wondered if you were okay, unable to think of anything else the entire gallop back to the walls. He’d already seen enough shit today. Some cadet falling from the nape of a titan skeleton was bad enough, but arriving in front of a burning building just in time to see his wife sprint back inside of that very same burning building was enough to drive him insane. Hange ran up to his side, clearly having seen the exact same thing.

“Was that–?”

“Yeah, it was…” Hange’s eyes flicked from the doorway to Levi’s face, slack jawed with fear as he watched wide-eyed. You’d just run head first into a burning building. You. When he finally managed to tear his gaze from the door, Levi realised what was happening. There were people in there. Evident by the Garrison soldiers providing water and blankets for ashen faced children. Soot coating their little bodies, clothes stained black. Dread pooled in his gut. You were injured. That’s why you stayed behind. You had badly fucked up your knee and needed to rest. His stomach roiled as more screams from the crowd pierced the air, another section of the school collapsing to the ground, rubble and embers piling up as only one section remained. Levi couldn’t wait any longer.

There was no hesitation in his step as he ran forward, only increasing his speed with Hange’s panicked shouts behind him. But the longer he didn’t see you emerge, the more the icy hands of terror gripped his heart. He couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t–

“Levi?!” snapping out of his hazed trance, Levi looked up to see you, covered head to toe in ash, two kids thrown over each shoulder. Neither of you stopped to say just how fucking relieved you were to see the other. It was all conveyed through your eyes anyway. You passed the kids over to him before cupping his neck and pressing your forehead to his.

“You’re okay…” he breathed, eyes flicking between yours.

“I’m fine. Get these ones out of here. There'll be two teachers next, followed by me and the last kid. Don’t do anything stupid like come back in for me, okay? I’ll be back soon.” you reassured him, briefly capturing his lips in a light kiss before you both turned your backs on each other and ran the opposite directions.

The situation was becoming more and more dangerous by the second. Splinters and shavings of wood crested with sparkling embers continued to fall from the ceiling, smoke continued to swirl from shattered windows and broken walls. Levi didn’t know how long you had been doing this, but he was impressed you hadn’t collapsed. His own lungs strained from the excess inhalation of smoke, coughing slightly as he managed to carry the kids out to safety, gently setting them down with the rest of their class. Now was the waiting game.

Hange came to his side again, offering their canteen of water, but Levi was too focused on the doorway to notice. Everything had dulled slightly. The din around him had faded as he could focus on nothing but the door. You had to return. You had to come back.

The crowd erupted as two adults came running from the building, arms stretched out to greet those who had been waiting for them. But that’s not who Levi was looking for. That’s not who he was waiting for.

“There!” a miscellaneous shout to his left brought him back and spurred him once again into action. There you were, limping badly, a little girl clutched in your arms. His subconscious mind briefly admired how good you looked carrying a kid, before he ran back in to help you. Like earlier, you handed the little girl over to him, but as Levi went to put your arm around his shoulder so you could take some of the weight off your injured knee, you immediately protested.

“No! Get her out first, I’ll be right behind you.” you shouted over the sound of fire and destruction around you.

“I’m not fucking leaving you here,” he spat through gritted teeth, hand still clasped around your arm, but your expression remained steely.

“I’m not giving you a choice. You die, she dies. Get the fuck out of here, I’ll be right behind you, I promise!” Levi lost his grip on your arm as you shoved him forward. He gave himself time to look back as you, brows creased with worry.

“You better be.” he said, before leaving you behind. If there was ever a time Levi doubted his speed, it was now. He couldn’t seem to move swiftly enough, run fast enough. Every step seemed like it was taking another hour. But you were, of course, unable to keep up with his speed. Your knee howled in pain, having to make the jump over the fire yourself since the last girl was too scared. You’d managed to fall and land on it, badly. No permanent damage, but enough to keep you a good six or seven feet behind your husband, a man who you could usually keep up with.

But it was six or seven feet too far.

Levi cleared the doorway, shielding his face as a sudden burst of fire exploded to his right. A shrill scream of your name had him whirling, the deafening crack of solid wood hitting the ground an accompaniment to your pained yelp as you once again jumped back. It was Hange who had screamed your name, a fear like one Levi had never seen raged in her hazel irises as he set the girl down before turning back to you.

Or to where you should have been.

The doorway had caved in, creating a barrier of raging heat and smouldering logs. You were trapped. Trapped in a building that was seconds from collapsing. Levi could see it in your face. Could see the sudden, horrified realisation. The paralysing fear that you were now caught in a web of fire. The panic as your eyes searched for a way out, and the grim resolve as you realised, this was it. And it was that gentle, melancholic smile of acknowledgment that speared his chest.

Time came to a standstill. Everything faded into the background as fiery gold met desperate silver through the impassable doorway. Levi couldn’t breathe, the familiar feeling of helplessness wrapping barbed wire around his windpipe. Feet stuck to the ground, heart stuck in his throat. He couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t–

“I love you.”

Levi’s breath hitched in his throat as he swore he could hear your words. He lurched forward, arm outstretched, fingers flexing, trying in vain to reach you. A roar of your name ripped from his throat, anguish and grief shattering the moment of stricken peace.

Before the ceiling, and his world, came tearing down, snuffing out the flames, and your life, in a heartbeat.

There were no screams around him, or if there were, he couldn’t hear them. White noise clogged his mind as he could do nothing but watch, stuck staring at the last place he’d seen you.

You were gone.

The woman he’d sworn to protect. The woman he’d given his heart to. The woman who’s finger wore the symbol of his devotion. The future he was going to have with you. The memories he hadn’t made yet, had just been snatched away in a split second. No time to say goodbye. No time to tell you yes, he wanted to have a child with you. Wanted to start a family with you. In this world of death and terror, he wanted to bring something joyful, something brimming with such innocent happiness that he could come home to. He wanted that, more than anything.

But you were gone. A reality he couldn’t accept, not yet.

Where his legs found the strength to run, he wouldn’t question, but he was carrying himself forward. His hands didn’t even register the searing burn on his palms as they began tossing smouldering debris to the side. You weren’t gone. You weren’t. You couldn’t be. No, you weren’t. No. No. No, no, no no no nonono–

Halted in his movements by a pair of arms looping beneath his elbows, Levi felt himself being pulled back and away from the rubble. The rubble you were trapped under. Nothing made sense. No sound was distinguishable. An cacophonous amalgamation of shouts swirled together like an oil spill. Thick, stagnant air constricted his lungs as the iron-like grip around his arms dragged him further away from you. And as quickly as everything had slowed, time sped up again.

“LEVI STOP!” it was Hange’s voice, a voice he knew well. One he could easily distinguish in the sudden tsunami of sounds. Everything was suddenly too loud. Too fast. The smokey stench of death curled around him, taunting him, mocking him. But there was a kernel of hope. A small flicker that he clung onto and held tight. You were alive under there. You had to be.

“The fuck are you doing? We’re getting her out. Now.” His voice held the usual authoritative edge to it, but laced with desperation. Hange didn’t lessen their grip, only held him tighter.

“Levi… there’s no point. She’s–”

“She’s not dead.” he snapped, whipping round to face the morose looking scientist. Their expression slowly dimming the small flame of hope. Anger flared in his gut, eyes narrowing in grief stricken rage. “She’s not fucking dead, but she will be if we don’t get her out. She was right behind me, she promised…” his voice was losing what little conviction he had, expression falling as the reality finally dawned on him. He’d left you behind. He’d abandoned you. He shouldn’t have listened, he should have stayed and helped you. And now you’re gone.

You’re gone.

“I’m so sorry Levi…” apologies were worth nothing. Not when he’d survived and you hadn’t. You’d given your life to save him. And he can’t help feeling every single word you’d screamed at him years ago. This was how you’d felt. He’d forgotten the feeling. Forgotten what it felt like to lose someone so close to him. To lose someone he loved so dearly. He never thought this was possible. Losing you. He’d never even entertained the thought because it was simply too terrifying to think about. But now he had lost you, and he realised there would have been nothing he could do to prepare himself.

Sinking to his knees, the bite of the stone didn’t even reach his numbed mind. Unbeknownst to him, Garrison soldiers had been having trouble keeping people back from the devastation. Your act of selfless heroism had struck a chord with the civilian crowd, and though the likelihood of you being alive was small, they wanted to do what little they could to at least recover your body. With soldiers being tired after a day’s battle, there was nothing they could do when the crowd broke through. Immediately people set to work, wrapping their hands with whatever material they could gather to protect their hands from the heat. Though the fires were now out, a few glowing embers still glowed.

Hange watched with tear glistening eyes, their expression awestruck as they surveyed the situation. Levi too had managed to turn his head. In this world of death and terror, the occasional kindness of humanity mesmerised him. This is what your selflessness had done. You’d brought people together, people who were too scared to move, too scared to help. Through the blanket of agony, a small arrow of pride cut through the cloth. Pride over how high you’d soared from how far you’d fallen. He was so fucking proud of you. So–

“SHES HERE!” any more lacerations to his heart and Levi didn’t think he would survive. They’d found you. From beneath the smouldering debris and rubble, they’d found you. His hope reignited, Levi was on his feet, the crowd parting for him like some biblical figure.

Joke after joke had the universe played at his expense. Death after death, loss after loss, heartbreak after heartbreak. But the weak strained cough from your dusty, bloodied body felt like fate giving back. You were alive. You were alive.

Your lower half was still buried, a beam of solid wood preventing you from crawling to safety, but the slow, shallow rise and fall of your back was the proof Levi needed that you hadn’t left him. You were still here. He didn’t have to say goodbye. Not yet. Levi couldn’t quite work out why his vision was suddenly blurry, until wet warmth trailed down his face. Sinking to his knees for a second time, a tentative hand cautiously brushed bloodsoaked hair from your face.

Cracking an eye open, you struggled to focus your gaze on the familiar yet hazy outline of your husband, head spinning from the crushing weight currently paralysing you from the waist down. You opened your mouth to speak, immediately tasting the metallic tang of blood on your tongue, but before you could say anything, Levi was already shushing you.

“It’s okay, you’re okay, we’re gonna get you out, okay? Just hold on for me, you’ll be out soon, just hold on,” whilst his words and gentle caresses of your hair soothed you, a small smile pulled at your lips when you mentally questioned whether he was trying to reassure you, or himself.

Levi briefly looked up from your face to quickly gage how they were actually going to get you out. Currently, the entire weight of the collapse wasn’t on your legs. But there was a steady creak of wood telling him that soon, the supporting plank will give way and completely crush you. He needed to get you out. Now.

“Captain Levi Sir! We’re more than willing to pull together and lift what we can! But we won’t get another chance Sir! That plank is minutes away from breaking and once it does, we won’t be able to lift the full weight.” Levi closed his eyes for a second as the soot stained civilian addressed him. He needed to separate his emotions. He needed to forget that it was your life at stake, because everytime his mind reminded him, panic flooded his system and he couldn’t think straight.

“Alright, thank you. We have one chance at this, I’m counting on you.” he replied, his voice steadier than it was a few moments ago. Reverting his gaze back to you, you seemed a little unaware of what was going on. Drifting in and out of consciousness, you tried your best to stay awake, but exhaustion was proving that task difficult. Levi’s brows pinched slightly, before once again stroking your hair to get your attention. “Hey, ‘m going to need your help. Can you prop up your upper body for a second? Can you do that for me?” it wasn’t really like you had much of a choice. The only way Levi could gain enough leverage to pull you out without ripping your arms off was if he could hook his elbows under your armpits and tug.

You nodded, slowly bringing your arms from their positions to push yourself up. Only, all and any strength had left you. Your arms wouldn’t work, bones feeling like twigs, muscles feeling like foam. You tried in vain to muster any strength, closing your eyes in defeat as you relaxed your body, accepting your fate.

But Levi wasn’t having any of it.

“Don’t you fucking dare give up. Don’t you dare.” he hissed, lifting your head with a finger beneath your chin. Though his words were harsh, his touch was gentle, eyes filled with steely determination. “I thought I lost you earlier, I thought you were dead. I thought you were gone. We’ve been given a second chance, I am not losing you now, understand?” the haphazard, makeshift support groaned in protest to the weight, spiderwebbing cracks only underlying the urgency in his tone. You were tired. You were hurt. But giving up was not an option. Not now.

You nodded as much as you could, a new determination igniting to life as you grit your teeth. You had never felt heavier, but as soon as you’d managed to elevate your upper body high enough, Levi slid beneath you. Bracing a foot against the wreckage, his hand cupped the back of your head, still unable to quite believe you were still alive. Though now wasn’t the time for reprieve, neither of you could help quickly basking in each other’s presence as you buried your face in his neck.

“Levi–”

“It’s okay. You’re gonna be fine. This might really hurt sweetheart, but you’re going to have to trust me, okay? You’ll be safe soon, I promise, just a bit longer,” he soothed your slightly matted hair, reassurance spilling from his lips before he looped his arms beneath your shoulders. He felt your breath against his neck quicken slightly, anxious adrenaline feeding your heart.

“Ready?!” the same man from before shouted, a whole line of both civilians and soldiers alike had their hands braced on the beam that was currently rendering you helpless. Multiple answers of “Yes!” and “Ready!” rang out amongst the crowd, before the countdown started.

“Three! Two! One–”

“I love you too,” Levi murmured, before his arms tensed around you.

“LIFT!”

Wood and brick tumbled from the wreckage as the entire mountain of rubble was lifted from your body. An agonised scream tore from your throat as blood stabbed a thousand needles into your legs, rushing to rehydrate the veins and nerve endings. A grunt of effort left your husband’s gritted teeth as he dragged you from beneath the debris, using his leverage against the collapse to push against, finally pulling you free.

As if unable to bear the weight any longer, as soon as you were safe, the deafening crash behind you told you all you needed to know, the split of the support beam and the rumble of falling shrapnel making you jump in Levi’s embrace.

But, you were free. And your husband wasted no time in gently adjusting you so you were cradled in his arms, secure within the crease of his abdomen. He held you against his chest, your hand coming up to weakly grasp his bicep. You didn’t realise you were shaking.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now. You’re safe. Fucking hell you scared me shitless, fuck.” he muttered, breathing slightly erratic. You could tell by the tone of his voice he was crying. Not that you could blame him. Not when you were crying as well.

“I c-couldn’t breathe, Levi, I th-thought I was going to die, I never thought I’d g-get to see you again,” you stuttered through tears, prompting him to hold you tighter.

“I know sweetheart, I know. But you’re safe now. I’m sorry I didn’t come back for you, I’m so fucking sorry,” you slowly, gently pushed against his chest so you could look up, wanting to show him it wasn’t his fault. And peering into your now shining eyes, Levi saw everything you wanted to say. Your tentative hand came up to softly caress his cheekbone, and though he couldn’t help feeling like he should be comforting you, he couldn’t help leaning into your touch, hand coming up to encase your wrist, holding you against his cheek after being so terrified he’d never feel it again. You guided his head to yours, tiredly raising your head to touch your brow against his, and finally you could breathe again.

A small, calm smile pulled at Levi’s lips, allowing the peace to settle in both his mind and his body. “If you ever pull a stunt like that again, I swear I will just kill you myself and get it over with,” there was nothing in his demeanor that even remotely suggested he would do such a thing. You chuckled weakly, contently resting your head back against his chest.

“Yeah yeah, like you wouldn’t have done the same thing.” you responded, and though exhaustion swaddled your bones, you had enough energy for a spark of mischievous defiance to enter your gaze.

“Tch, I mean it. Don’t fucking do that again,” he reiterated, though clearly amused by your old self slowly returning. In those brief minutes he thought you were dead, he realised he’d never get to see this again. But you’re here, and Levi silently made a promise to himself to always protect you, no matter what. There was a beat of contented silence, before you spoke up again.

“Sooooo, about that kid…” your smile morphed into a sly, toothy grin. Rumbles of laughter vibrated from his chest at your expression, his hand coming up to cup your face, thumb smoothing your ruffled brow.

“You are in no state to bring that up now. Heal up first, then we can start trying for a brat,” and the look on your face was worth everything the two of you had just been through. Your jaw slackened slightly, eyes widening in realisation as his words processed in your mind. Fresh tears welled in your eyes as your smile broadened into something awestruck, searching his face for any sign of deceit and coming up naught.

“Wait, really? You want one? A family?” you couldn’t help confirming what he’d literally just told you, incredulous disbelief swirling in your irises as he just nodded, admiring your expression.

“Yeah,” he brought you into his embrace again, reslishing in your face once again being buried in his neck. “Yeah, I think I do.”

* Levi Ackerman Headcannons *

He isn’t into PDA but he will give you head pats or just ruffle your hair when around other people.

His Love language is acts of service, I feel like he isn’t great with words, so he would express his feelings by bringing you tea, cleaning your office, checking your odm gear is working properly, things like that.

Since he has insomnia he would probably watch you sleep on a sofa next to his desk while he works.

If your sleeping in the bed he would peek his head through the door every few minutes just to make sure you’re ok.

He absolutely adores when you stroke his hair and scratch his undercut with your nails.

He loves going on walks with you.

I feel like he’d be scared of thunderstorms (because of what happened with Isabel and Farlan) so when one happens he would be curled up under a blanket and you would just have to hold him and tell him everything is going to be okay.

Every time he goes into town he would bring you home a little trinket that reminds him of you.

If he did finally have some time to sleep and rest he would probably lay his head on your chest while you run your fingers through his hair.

Or if he’s not laying his head on your chest, he is holding onto your arm with his face nuzzled into your shoulder.

One of his favourite pastimes is Sitting in front of the fire, reading a book, with you curled up beside him sleeping.

Or Him laying his head on your lap while you read outloud to him.

He likes when you hug him from behind.

He’s Actually Hilarious, like I don’t think he realises how funny he actually is.

He will just randomly poke your cheek.

He has really fluffy and silky hair.

He smells like Mint and Vanilla with the occasional scent of bleach.

He gets flustered really easily.

Most likely would fall asleep on your shoulder

Hear me out ~

⚠️ Season 3 Spoilers ⚠️

when Levi was younger, his mother would always hum a certain song to him, he can’t remember the words,but he can remember the tune perfectly.

He often finds himself humming it when he’s stressed or upset about something.

One day after a very tough expedition, Commander Erwin called him to his office, they were talking about casualties and things of the sort.

The conversation died down and Levi was about to leave when he heard Erwin humming the same tune that always comforted him.

He turned around and looked at him, memories of Kuchel filling his mind.

He felt relaxed, he hadn’t even realised how tense he was.

It became a normal thing for Them to hum to each other when either was stressed or upset.

~

When Erwin Died, Levi went back to his body and hummed the song to him for one final time.

Cinnamon, Chamomile and Cedar Part 1

word count: 2,483 words (i got kind of carried away, whoops)

warnings: mentions of smut, cursing, and some cute shit so enjoy <3

Azalea Albrecht.

She was everything that Erwin Smith couldn't be.

She was sweet.

Too sweet.

Her smile was so-

So genuine and it made everyone around them smile along.

The way her eyes could barely be seen from how wide her smile was, and her laugh... god

Her laugh could be on repeat and he would never tire of hearing it over.

And over again.

Azalea joined the Scout Regiment alongside Levi all those years ago. At first glance, he assumed that the brunette was Furlan's youngest sister, but whenever he brought it up they had gone into a fit of laughter. It took him a while to come around to the idea that she wasn't as young she looked.

Unfortunately for Erwin, shortly after that he started to gain some sort of feelings for the girl. The moment he realized he had some interest in her was the second he had seen her red faced from running laps without a sense of remorse in her eyes.

She had just finished sticking up for some of her fellow comrades, who she knew in her heart had done nothing wrong but she wouldn’t allow them to go punished. His respect for her only grew from that point on.

She never put herself first.

It was always everyone else, even if she hadn't gotten a chance to gotten close to them.

In her eyes, they were always first. Which he admired, considering that was something that he could relate to as well.

Erwin didn't want to make a move because he's convinced that she was head over heels for the short raven haired boy. The one whose stoic expression was something that everyone had grown familiar with. Well, everyone but her. Which he could understand. Who in their right mind could ever get mad at that sweet girl?

A big part of Azalea couldn't figure out why she had the impulsive idea to throw the Scouts a party, but here she is, surrounded by herd of rowdy people who have had way too much to drink.

She brought it upon herself to make some of her favorite 'juice' which was just several, several bottles of vodka and a couples jugs of juice to hide the rancid taste. 

Not one of her brightest ideas, considering they were drinking it as if it were water but it seemed to be doing its job quite well. Everyone was currently playing limbo with a broom Connie had magically found.  

I don't remember there being a broom in this room...

The brunette laughed loudly, shaking her head at the way Sasha couldn't quite figure out how to make her way around the broom, in turn bringing tears to the auburn haired girl. Mikasa had to console the sobbing girl, moving her out of the way so they could let other people through.

Azalea let out a cheer as the group of drunk Scouts had somehow managed to convince Commander Erwin to go under the broom at least once, his stern facade washing away a smile tugging at his lips.

Even Captain Levi seemed amused to see the Commander absolutely killing it at bending his back backwards that low. Azalea and Hange both let out a couple of cat call whistles to the Commander his cheeks flushing pink.

A round of applause came from everyone as he made it all the way through, to which he bowed earning an animalistic howl from Hange. 

Azalea shook her head at how quickly they moved from doing limbo to dancing to their own makeshift song, the sight of Reiner doing some weird dance move with his hips caught her off guard making her burst into a fit of laughter.

"This was rather nice of you to do, Lieutenant."

A soft husky voice spoke into her ear making her jump, leaning her head back to face Commander Erwin with a cheesy grin covering her face.

He shook his head at the girls antics, pushing her head forwards gently sitting down next to her, taking a sip from his glass.

"Thank you Commander. I figured they might need a night to just let loose a little. They've been through a couple hard things as of late." Azalea sipped on her drink humming at the fruity taste, eyeing Eren who was once more was turning red in the face, which was a sign someone else had made him angry again. Judging by the smug look etched on Jeans face, she quickly put two and two together. "Eren, not so much..."

Commander Erwin let a small chuckle slip past his lips his eyes never leaving the brunette, the sound of the two boys arm wrestling catching his attention forcing him to look away from her. "That boy truly is something," Her sweet laugh reached his ears, his smile widening fiddling with the cold glass in his hands.

"You've got that right," 

"I haven't been able to see you in a while." Erwin muttered under his breath, his hand managing to find its way to her knee sending chills down her back. Azalea shot him a cheeky smile, trying to make sure none of the other scouts were looking over in their general direction. "I assumed you were having second thoughts about...you know- the other night,"

"After what you did to me that night, phew- I would never." Erwin flashed a bright shade of pink, trying to cover his face with his glass holding back a smirk. Azalea winked at the blonde, scooting an inch closer to him, the warmth radiating off of her made him nervous. His thoughts flickering back to that night during the summer, his heartbeat skipping lightly. After a long night of drinking, he had accidentally let it slip that he had feelings for the brunette who he left stammering for her words. 

"Erwin, I-"

"Shit, I know I'm sorry. I didn't mean to let that slip. I know that you and Levi have something going on, I guess I was just hoping that it wasn't-"

"Wait, what? Levi? Commander, respectfully, you're kind of daft at times." She scoffed, standing up from her seat making her way over to the blonde whose eyes were glossed over. Azalea didn't know what came over her, maybe it was the alcohol talking, but she just needed her lips on that man and as fast as possible. "Levi and I don't have anything going on. He's my best friend... nothing more."

"Then- but what about- I swear-"

"You're talking too much, Erwin." She breathed out, grasping his tie and pulling him close to her crashing their lips together. Erwin felt his eyes flutter close, not hesitating to wrap his arms around her waist pulling her onto his lap. A soft moan left her lips as she pressed up against his firm chest, running her nimble fingers into his hair tugging softly.

"Don't you dare hold back on me... I want to feel what I've been missing out on, Commander."

Erwin practically pounced on her after that, making sure he showed her exactly how he felt about her. They spent all night screaming each others names without a second thought, not wanting to stop. He covered every last inch of her in love marks. From her neck, her chest all they way to the smallest birthmark on her thighs. He wanted to make sure she wouldn't forget about that night for as long as possible.

Throwing back the rest of her drink, enjoying the small burn it left in her throat. Scanning the room noticing that Levi was swirling his drink around, his silvery eyes assuming their usual form. He was currently sitting on a bench in the corner, with one of his knees propped up leaning his arm on his slender leg. Judging by the lack of pink coating his cheeks she assumed the raven haired boy was drinking water, a small smile tugged at her lips knowing how Levi is around alcohol, moving to stand up to grab another drink were it not for the hand holding you down.

"Commander? Did you need another drink?"

The glossy look in his eyes told her that he might have already had enough, a small hint of red coating his cheeks. "No actually... I was gonna ask you a small question. It's kinda silly, so you can say no if you would like." 

"Of course I wouldn't, Erwin-"

"You're so beautiful you know that," Erwin stuttered over his words, removing his hand from her sleeve and shakily placing it over her dainty hand. The brunette just about stumbled over her feet at his sudden comment. Maybe there was a little too much vodka. Her once tiny flutter turned into a giant stampede in her chest as he tightened his hold on her hand, feeling her heart beat pick up a little more with every passing second. "I was actually wondering if you possibly wanted to relive that night,"

A flash of heat made its way to her face, a smile lining her pouty lips. "You're gonna regret this, Commander. I promise to make sure you don't end up begging too much," She trailed her fingers up his arms a small shiver making its way down his back.

The tension between the two of them grew, as she made her way over to Levi to go accompany him for a couple minutes, until Commander Erwin made his way outside feeling the tiny flutter make its way down.

Maybe it was the alcohol talking but his baby blues had never looked any better.

"What do you mean you can't? " Azalea spat, whispering into Reiners ear from behind the tall man who had halted his movements the second he heard her speak, swiveling around on his heels coming face to face with the brunette who was looking up at him.

She was making direct eye contact with Reiner, glaring at the boy her body boiling with rage.

His face was frozen in shock, having not expected Captain Azalea to overhear his conversation with Bertholdt.  

"I-I... I didn't mean anything by that Captain."

"Oh really? Cause to me it sounded like you couldn't be bother to train with Sasha, because she was quote on quote a girl."

"Ma'am with all due respect-"

"If the words coming out of your mouth are anything other than an apology to half of your comrades and myself, then I'm going to have to have you run double the laps you're receiving."

"I'm sorry for the words that came out of my mouth, I didn't mean to offend anyone or yourself, Captain." Reiner spoke, with his hand over his chest a small hint of pink coating his cheeks.

Azalea eyed the blonde, the anger radiating off of her a small sound of disapproval leaving her mouth. She didn't mean to gather the attention of every Scout but they had all managed to overhear the altercation, their eyes wide.

"And just to think that you had finally gained my respect, Braun... your laps start now. Don't stop until every last one of us are off the training ground. Go." Reiner broke out into a sprint, making his way towards the hills managing to make his way up the steepness even with the ground being slightly muddy. She wasn't sure why, but that pissed her off even more. Azalea clapped her hands to snap everyone out of their trance, a smile gracing her lips. "Alrighty everyone! Back to training. And if we could all split up into even groups of 3 and try practicing taking on two people. Break!"

The Scouts all scrambled to form groups of 3, being quick to start taking each other down. Azalea let out a loud sigh as she eyed Bertholdt who hadn't made a move from beside her, his eyes frozen as they stared down at the floor. "Bertholdt. Hey, you okay?"

"I-I'm sorry, Captain. I promise, I wasn't agreeing with Reiner in any way, shape or form. I don't know where in the world that comment came from. I think he's just mad because he got his ass handed to him by Annie the other day-" Azalea eyed the blabbering boy, a small smile creeping onto her face. She let out a small giggle, which made Bertholdt stop his rant.

"Bertholdt, I promise. You're okay. There's no need to worry. As long as you're keeping him in check, I'm not gonna punish you for his actions just cause you two are friends."  Bertholdt let out a sigh of relief, allowing his shoulders to relax. She nodded her head to the right, pointing towards Connie and Sasha who were lacking a third to which Bertholdt immediately went over and joined them. 

"I never thought you were capable of scaring anyone,  but judging by the look on Bertholdt's face, he just about shit his pants."

A soft voice uttered, recognizing the cold tone of his voice right away rolling her eyes at Levi's comment. Azalea kicked his foot jokingly, her eyes flickering over to the boy on her right a playful glint evident in his silvery gaze. "It's probably cause you're like the size of his leg,"

A gasp left her lips at the joke he had made about her height, punching his shoulder hard a huff leaving her lips. Everyone judged Levi for his height, that made her even more susceptible to it considering he was four inches taller than her. So whenever they would tease him he would turn it towards Azalea which made her wanna drop kick the boy. 

Jokingly of course.

"You know that's not true, you and Furlan were scared shitless the day that you guys had scared off my date. I was absolutely livid. "

"It's not my fault that guy was a prick-"

"He was late by 2 minutes! It was pouring out, which I think is a perfectly reasonable excuse as to why anybody would be late-"

"Well, if it was 'pouring out' what were your plans for the evening going to be? Cause it sure as hell wasn't going to be a stroll in the town," Levi retorted back, brushing some stray hairs out of his face as he turned to face her as he awaited for an answer. A small pink tint coated her face, knowing full well her answer was not appropriate whatsoever. She tried distracting herself by shouting some words of encouragement to Armin who was currently being pinned by Mikasa, his face a bright red. "You're disgusting,"

"Don't be rude. It wasn't our first time either-"

"Azalea. You're the worst."

A look of disgust had been itched into his face, shaking his head at the thought of one of his closest friends doing that sort of thing.

"Now I'm glad I scared that little bitch off... he didn't even bring any flowers. Which let me know it wouldn't have lasted." Azalea scoffed, crossing her arms against her chest.

"You don't know that,"

"Maybe not, but I know you, Azalea. You're a diehard romantic. He was anything but that... and he wasn't even good looking."

authors note: ah! i’m so excited to be starting this series, please let me know if y’all have any concerns or comments! thank you lovelies 🤍

Attack on Titan characters as Mitski songs

Armin - I don't smoke

Eren - The deal

Mikasa - A pearl

Levi - Once more to see you

Hange - Geyser

Ymir - I'm your man

Historia - Goodbye, my danish sweetheart

Annie - Real Men

me when im a titan shifter

me as zeke

me when im a scout as a titan shifter and piss off levi

Hange: You're either a smart fella or a fart smella

Levi: ...

Hange: By the looks of it, I'm the smart fella here so

I Want You (Hange x Reader)

summary: you save a stressed Hange Zoe from commander duties

tags: canonverse, mentions of death, hurt/comfort, pinning, hopeful ending, stressed hange zoe, spoilers, gender neutral reader, nonbinary hange

The land inside the walls is small. Everyone knows everyone. You were from the same hometown as Hange. They were a childhood friend who lived a few steps away from your house.

Young Hange Zoe, to put it simply, was a chatterbox. They loved talking about anything under the sun. They especially wouldn't shut up about the heroes of humanity, aka the survey corps. Their fascination and love towards the survey corps were contagious.

One day, they break the news that they will be joining the survey corps. It caught you off guard, but of course, it's the Hange Zoe. There is no other path that suits them better.

The thought of Hange leaving was gut-wrenching, but you were supportive of them nonetheless. Bidding your goodbyes and best wishes, you and Hange share a hug for what you thought was the last time.

Existing without them was dull. You missed the only person who brought some thrill to your life. To somewhat alleviate your sadness, you two remained in touch by exchanging letters.

Despite being a handwritten document, the letters make you feel as though Hange is still with you as the bright creature they are. You learn about the fascinating things about their job, the titans, their gear, and some silly stories about their peers. In a way, their letters make you feel included.

Years pass. Eventually, you realize that the walls are suffocating. You wanted to do something worth your time. Soon enough, you find yourself in the same spot as Hange, training, learning, and dedicating your heart to humanity.

To say Hange missed you is an understatement. During the time they were away, they longed for your presence; Yearning for the warmth and comfort you provide them. 

It wasn't long before Hange Zoe became the new commander. It was a big change for the survey corps. From hundreds of soldiers, to just a small team of youngsters.

Life has been devastating. To top it all off, witnessing Hange go from their bright and bubbly self to stern and grim is heartbreaking.

You watch days go by as Hange skips meals, sleep, and rest. They've locked themself at their office, finishing paperwork and working on research. It hurts to watch Hange waste away like this. There's nothing more you wanted to do but to help even just a little bit. However, seeing their state makes you fear that they would just push you away even more.

One day, you woke up to do your normal morning routine; Freshen up, change clothes, and eat breakfast. Uneventful as always, which was a wake up call for you. 

With heavy steps, you walk to Hange's office, an apple and a piece of bread in your hands. You contemplate knocking, but the door suddenly opens. It's Levi. He shut the door before confronting you, "What are you doing?". 

"I don't think Hange has eaten, so I brought these for them." You manage to blurt out. Levi eyes you up and down before walking away. "Go ahead."

You take a deep breath before entering the office, you forgo knocking which surprised the person slumped over the desk. You placed the apple and bread at the edge of their table which wasn’t scattered with papers and unfamiliar objects. Then, you leave the room. No formalities, no greetings, no words exchanged.

Lunch went by, you didn't even register that you didn't see Hange until dinner time. You realized that you’ve gotten used to their absence. Losing your appetite after the realization, you consider bringing them food again, risking the chance of seeming annoying to Hange. 

With a tray of food and a cup of water. You step inside Hange’s office once again. Noticing the state of the table, it was neater than when you last saw it. You place the meal on the table, away from the papers to avoid making a mess. You leave the office again without making conversation. 

Bringing them food has now become a routine. You have also become more mindful of the time, making sure you bring them something to eat for every meal of the day. 

It was another day, you brought Hange breakfast to their table until they hesitantly called your name. You face them with a smile. “Yes, commander?”. They groaned at the honorific. “Dude, shut up. Acting like we’re not childhood friends.” You lightly chuckle at that. “Well…?” You asked.

Hange took a quick glimpse of your face before looking away abashedly. “Can you um.. Can you maybe help me with these papers? Like categorize them? Of course you don’t have to. You might be busy-”. Hange rambled before you cut them off. “I’d love to help you, Hange! Of course, I can help you.”.

“Are you serious? I mean, really? You don’t have to-”. Hange continued to chatter, but you ignored them. Bringing a chair to sit in front of them to begin categorizing the papers which prompted Hange to stop blabbering. 

Silence filled the office until Hange began to speak again, “Thank you… really.”. You smiled, proud of yourself. “It’s nothing, Hange. You know I love to help you.”. I love being around you, is what you wanted to say. 

You’re almost finished when you think you hear your stomach rumble. “Um, Hange? I’m about to finish this soon. Do you want to eat lunch after?” Hesitation is written all over their face before giving you a meek nod. “Yeah, sure. You made my work lighter after all.”. Your face presented a grin, but you were celebrating and dancing in your head. 

Later that afternoon, you eat in comfortable silence in front of the commander. You can’t help but notice the way they brighten up just from stepping outside of their office. "Wow, I missed this.". They say as they chuckled heartily. 

"Yeah? You should take breaks, commander.". You said while gazing at them to see if they would react to the title you called them. "Well, cadet." They played along. "I just have so much work to do. I don’t have the luxury to even eat meals outside of my office anymore." They answer with a sigh. 

"I would love to help you, Commander Hange. With anything. May it be organizing your papers or assisting you with your experiments or research." 

"Are you sure?" They asked, frowning. "Yes, I would really love to.". 

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With soft eyes, Hange accepts your offer. "Thank you, y/n. I’m really grateful." Stuttering a little. You smile in response, finishing the last bits of your food.

they watch tentacle porn for hours

pic from pinterest

Somebody asked to draw Levi in this outfit so I did... and I took him to the met gala

This is how things have started... should I make a redraw of them to see if I improved? What do you think?

Trust the process...

Full image on X:

@lumarosworld

Let's see if I can upload it now...

Tumblr im just a simple person that likes big tiddies men...

Let me upload this please!

(Inspired on what @thedgeoftheuniverse said)

Mr. Darcy-Ackerman

Pride and prejudice Levi

This is also for you girls:

@nuri148 @nube55 @lucysarah-c @liveforlevi

When your bestfriend and her bf adopts you and there overprotective:

You not giving a shit bc you have someone who finally whats you: la la la la <3

Walking down the streets with Levi.

Levi's mind: Ugh, no, she's too close to the road. What if a cart crashes? I will move her to the other side. But first, let's check... Yeah, okay, there's no citizen in the windows who might throw buckets. She's safe there. Damn, we're 10 minutes behind if we go this way, but the other route is too crowded, and she brought that purse—there may be pickpockets. Who are those people looking at her? I will stare back. Great, they moved. They know what's good for them. Ugh, what time is it? 12:10? We should hurry up; she gets hungry at 1:00 PM, and if she doesn't eat, she gets migraines. Let's switch to the other street; the next one has cobblestones, and she's wearing heels.

Y/n's mind: 💕🎶🎶 la la la la 🎶🎶💕

I’ve recently seen some misinterpretations regarding this scene so I wanted to share my thoughts.

The criticism, which I personally find so unfair and wrong considering Levi’s character arc in the final battle mostly revolves around: “Levi didn’t even care about leaving the kids behind to the point he ordered Mikasa, Pieck and Falco to depart without any final/farewell words to Jean, Connie, etc” or “I knew it!!! Levi only cared about killing Zeke post-time skip. It was obvious he’s gonna have NO motivation to fight”

I’m going to explain both claims from my own perspective.

1) About the first one, I think it is important to remember Levi’s rational motivation in such critical moment. So the situation is as the following >>> The alliance figuring out the steam released from the hallucigenia is poisonous just like Zeke’s spinal fluids and as many pointed out the reason there was suspect of them turning into titans came from the fact hallucigenia is the source of the titan power so it only makes sense for Levi to believe the Eldians exposed to the steam would transform immediately after. Did they have time to process the situation? No. Did they even have time to say goodbye? Hell no! It only took Levi, Mikasa, Falco & Pieck a few minutes before their comrades/families were titanized. There was absolutely no time for hesitation and as I’ve seen some people pointed this out Levi was the only one who thought rationally and was able to make such cruel decision in that moment. Was it painful for him? Of course it was! Was it hard for him to leave his comrades behind once again without even being able to say goodbye? SURE IT WAS!

Is this the face of a person who doesn’t care about leaving his family? I’m gonna leave the obvious answer to you guys.

Now let’s get back to even the more logical part. You gotta ask yourself why Levi decided what he did. Had Levi, Mikasa, Falco & Pieck aka the last hopes of humanity’s survival been caught in a horde of titans and eaten then who were going to defeat Eren? Marleyans who didn’t even have enough cannons to face Eren (oh well the cannons had no effect on the founding titan either way) or Armin was supposed to take him down single-handedly? Think about it, who else but all these people together could kill Eren?

It’s also worth mentioning what Levi tells Mikasa right after they had to abandon their comrades and people

“We’re the only ones that can kill Eren”

I think this part’s even more proof of Levi’s rational decision. Do I not love Jean and Connie? Of course I do. I’m not gonna lie, I’m still in denial about what happened to them and I’m hoping there’s a way they’ll revert back to being humans and if they really die I personally will find their deaths meaningless at this point of the story. However, I understand that they had no time for emotional talk. They had to defeat Eren and end this nightmare as soon as possible.

2) Now regarding the second claim, I think there are already many great meta writers who pointed out the obvious but I’m just gonna leave some panels and notes to emphasize how much such criticism about Levi’s not but a misinterpretation.

Let’s get back to chapter 135 where Levi literally told Mikasa he will act as bait in order for them to defeat the titans the founder Ymir sent their way

He knew Zeke’s still alive somewhere from Hanji’s words so if he only cared about killing him why would he try to sacrifice his life for the kids to proceed with their plans before taking down the monke?

Levi risking his life to save Jean’s in the same chapter right after the above panel

“Levi’s all about killing Zeke at this point. He doesn’t care about his kids any longer” is what the criticism says. I don’t think I need to explain this further because the panel is proof enough how much he cares for his kids.

Right after saving Jean Levi’s injuries worsen but he still continues fighting to protect them

The reason for his leg injury is saving Connie

And lastly, about him caring for humanity

“We’re doing both”

Levi’s the first person who actually said they have to kill Eren and save Armin among the corps. If he only cared about killing Zeke why would he suggest they have to consider both options? Why would he repeat himself in the very recent chapter again (about killing Eren) in order to end this nightmare? As I’ve said many times before Levi could’ve killed Zeke and fulfilled his promise a long time ago but he prevented himself from doing so because he assumed keeping Zeke alive was the best option for saving humanity.

Bottom line Levi’s promise to Erwin was never even about mere revenge. The man said it himself, “I will give meaning to your deaths” and he’s only able to do that through saving humanity. I’m not saying he didn’t hate Zeke considering all the suffering Zeke brought to Levi’s comrades. However, it is important to remember Levi was always ready to give up on killing him if his existence benefitted humanity. Killing Zeke wasn’t his sole purpose in life as some like to put it.