thetaleoflevi

[thetaleoflevi]

💭 Thinking of You 💭

Fandom: Attack on Titan/ Shingeki no Kyojin ⚔️

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

Content: NSFW, Modern AU

Content Description: 18+ smut, feelings of not being a good lover, kissing, hickeys, pet names (princess, baby, love, etc.), PIV sex, oral (m. receiving), 18+ smut x2

Description: As Levi's lover, you've developed a routine that allows you to remember him even after he's left for work. When he stops doing that by accident, what are you left with?

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: This is the first of a couple fics that I posted on my new account @dieznochessinti that I will be bringing to this account. I won’t be using the new account anymore so the fics that I posted there will be here on my main now. If you’ve read this on my other account, I edited a bit so re-read if you wish :) Thank you for your patience. I hope to be posting more often soon. Enjoy! :)

Tags: @ackermendick

"Don't kiss me." You want him to kiss all the insecurity that’s eating at you, away. You want to feel loved by him, but you also need him to gain some perspective and learn to read into the emotions you’re feeling.

"Why not?" Levi asks, taking half a step back.

"I know what you're trying to do. It won't work this time." You turn the faucet back on and continue washing dishes.

He's confused at your sudden sensitivity, but your iciness doesn't hurt his feelings like you want it to. Rather, it has him thinking all the way back to the morning, to see if he slipped up with you in any way.

Instead of leaving your side, he leans back against the counter next to you, his hands laying flat on it. His gaze on you makes your heart's pace pick up and you're suddenly self conscious about the way you're washing dishes.

"Just gonna stand there while I do this?" You ask, not looking at him.

"Mhm. Is there an issue?"

God, he's so... ugh.

"Not at all. Do what you want.”

"I will.” There is so much pride and confidence in his voice.

He goes back to watching you finish the dishes and there is no specific area of your face he can focus on. Your lips are so enticing, so selfish for not wanting to be on his own. Your eyes have this alluring coldness to them in the midst of this weak fury.

There is nothing in the world that gets to Levi like you do. You've proven to be able to behave yourself in situations with so much tension that you can cut it with a knife, meanwhile, he can’t seem to diffuse the situation at hand. He has no clue about what he did wrong.

"You want me to apologize?" His voice scares you out of your blank daydream.

"I shouldn't have to ask you to. It shouldn't be a question from you, either."

He stands behind you, his chest on your back, arms enclosing your center.

"I'm sorry I pissed you off, he speaks into your ear. "It wasn't intended, and you know I live to keep you content."

You feel goosebumps rise over your skin as his hands glide over your stomach.

"It's fine. You don't have to stay here to let me know that."

"But, you would be so bored without me here."

You roll your eyes and let silence fill in your response.

"Come on. Let me make it up to you." His lips press against the side of your neck. You accidentally make eye contact with him through the reflection on the window in front of you, and god you were weak for him.

"Levi, you start, as you set a plate down. "You're clingy."

"You don't mind, do you?"

You set the last dish down and turn to face him for the first time since you finished eating dinner.

"Let's just go to bed. I'm exhausted." You dry your hands with a towel and head to the bedroom.

As soon as you finish getting ready for bed, you lay on your side and cover yourself head to toe with the blanket.

"Hey, come here." Levi tugs on the blanket.

You fold and roll closer to him. You're so mad that he still has this steady amount of patience during your fit, but you want nothing more than to feel him against you.

"Why are you so cold, sweetheart?" He asks, facing you.

"You hogged the blanket for too long."

"That's not what I meant." His brows furrow slightly.

"You're usually so good to me. What did I do to get this fiery side of you?" His eyes flit up and down from your eyes to your lips.

"Nothing. It's stupid.”

"Nothing you say will ever be considered stupid by me. Tell me."

You think it over for a second. You didn't want to be called ridiculous or insane for the way you thought, but you didn't want to keep him waiting any longer.

He was practically begging you to give him a clue.

"You didn't kiss me goodbye this morning." You sigh, looking down at his chest to avoid looking at him. “It's stupid, but I really need that from you, Levi.

You're gone for hours—morning to basically night, and l'm left with nothing to remind me of you."

"I'm not contradicting you or trying to go against you at all, but we text all day."

You huff, irritated because you knew this would be his bland response to your frustration.

"It's not the same. I'm not hearing your voice through text."

"We also talk on the phone during my lunch break. Hold on, why haven't you brought this up to me before?"

"Because it's a dumb thing to overthink, but even so, I didn't think I would receive a sarcastic response from you."

He was contemplative for a bit, but eventually he stopped using his head and relied on his heart.

"I'm sorry I made you feel unappreciated." He cups your cheeks, the tip of his nose meeting yours. His sterling grey eyes watched you closely.

"It's fine. I'm sorry i'm so dramatic."

All he wanted was to stop with the apologies and get back to the nightly ritual you did before going to sleep.

You decided that you couldn't stay mad at him for something he didn't even realize he was doing. All you wanted was for him to touch you like before because you missed him all the time.

You nuzzle your head beneath his chin and aim your lips towards his neck. Gentle wet kisses were placed on the tender skin. You could feel his heart racing against your lips every time you kissed the area above his jugular vein.

"You can't leave any marks, okay?" He whispers, adjusting his position so that you have access to everything you want.

"Why is that? Am I your secret lover or something?" You gasp, dramatically.

"Definitely.” He rolls his eyes, a smirk rolling off his lips.

You playfully punch his arm before getting back to the affectionate touches.

"I love you, Levi. Don't worry about today's feud. I'm just happy to have you with me now."

"I'm off tomorrow. You know what that means?"

The side eye he gave you let you know exactly what he meant.

"You and I are gonna fuck all the hatred out of our hearts."

There's a sly smirk on his face. "If that's what you want, then by all means."

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You were both completely naked, ogling the parts that were veiled just a couple minutes ago. Even though you've been together for more than a couple years, you both still felt that shyness when making yourselves vulnerable to each other this way. Levi had somewhat of an upper hand because he was able to keep eye contact with you, meanwhile, you looked away every four seconds.

You laid on his chest, kissing everything you could reach—his neck, his collarbones, his chest. He was waiting for you to kiss his lips, though. His mouth was slightly open, waiting for yours to come closer.

"I'm not gonna kiss your lips until the end."

Levi could do nothing but go along with your plan.

He watched as you continued to kiss every inch of his body, his tongue darting out to lick his lips in anticipation.

Suddenly, he feels a stinging feeling on his ribs, followed by wet, soothing warmth.

"H-Hey. I thought I told you no marks." He says this but does nothing to stop you when you continue marking him up until all the marks are collectively shaped into a bright red heart.

"I know, but I just couldn't resist. I wanted to taste your pretty skin."

He couldn't be mad when he liked it.

Your kisses were getting dangerously low on his body. You had explored every inch of his torso—his abs were greatly worshipped, and now you were at his v-line, just above the part that let you know that his non-vocal tendency did not sum up what he felt.

"Your dick is so pretty."

He scoffs, flustered by your observation. "That sentence should never be verbalized again."

"Sorry, I can't lie."

You sit up on your knees right beside him. Your hand comes down on his cock, barely closing into a fist so that you're just grazing it.

Levi's eyes widen slightly, and you can see his chest rising and falling just a little quicker.

"Calm down, i'm just testing your sensitivity."

His thighs twitch when you run your thumb across the slit a couple times, a quiet sigh escaping him. You could feel the tension melt into pure arousal, especially since his cock was getting harder and harder as you worked him up.

"Do you think of me when you're away?"

His face is aimed up towards the ceiling, a minor crease between his brows. He takes his time to respond, a choked exhale leaving his mouth before.

"I do. You know I do." He hisses, his hands gripping the sheets.

"Does it go something like this? Or do I have more of a saint-like appearance?"

He groans, his restraint withering at every up-and-down of your hand.

"Which one is it, hm? I'm curious."

He gasps, a pink shade flooding his neck, ears, and chest at the humiliating noise.

You smeared the dollop of precum that came out all over his length, your hand now hastening its movement. He writhed a little at the change in pace.

"U-Um, both."

You smile, taking in this stunning sight of your breathless Levi.

"Yeah?"

He nods, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Levi~" you call. "Look."

He slowly opens his eyes, his heart falling into his stomach at the sight. Your tongue was on the tip of his dick, and you were immediately met with the taste of his cum. It dripped off the tip of your tongue and onto his cock.

"A-Ah, fuck..." He exhales, breathily, his arm resting on his face.

You laughed at him like a menace. "Holy shit, Levi. That did it?"

"What the fuck…” he mutters in disbelief, still unable to look at you.

"Levi, look at me."

"I can't. Not after what you just did."

You chuckle, crawling towards him. "You're not gonna look at me while we have sex? I know I want to see those gorgeous eyes."

He finally gave in and uncovered his eyes before sitting up to meet your mischievous gaze.

"You're a brat, you know that?" He wraps your legs around his waist. He has a grip on your arm to balance you.

"Only for you." You cup his cheeks and kiss his chin and trace his jawline with your kisses.

Levi slowly lowered you down onto his cock, little breaths escaping both of you once he bottomed out. He could feel the accumulated wetness of your pussy begin to drip down his length.

He kisses your chest, his bangs tickling your collarbones.

"You drive me crazy. Only you would do something that hellish." His hips start moving.

"Oh, Levi," you sigh. Your hands tangle in his hair, the soft locks clumping between your fingers. You can hear his little grunts as he continues kissing your skin.

"This is what I think about when i'm at work. My pretty angel being skin-to-skin with me."

"Yeah? Does it make you rush home?"

"It does." He raises his gaze, watching the dazed expression on your face as you bounce on his dick.

In his mind, you're the patient one. You wait for him all day, and keep up with things at home to make sure he doesn't come home to a cluttered dump. You prepare dinner for him and organize things so that he doesn't have to focus on anything but you when he comes home.

"Do you ever think about me?"

You both looked at each other and chuckled, remembering the last time he came home and caught you touching yourself. His name was bouncing off the walls and your moans echoed in the room.

"You know I fucking do. I just want you to fuck my lights out sometimes."

"God, you're so unholy" he mutters between your breasts. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, noticing the way your moans started getting higher in pitch.

"Levi! Oh god….. oh fuck!"

"Yeah? Is my princess gonna cum?"

He laid you down on your back, your legs still tangled together. His thrust went deeper and deeper, his cock filling your cunt to the brim. He nudged the spot that that made you gasp sharply, your moans sounding choked up with every push and pull. He was obliterating you, and you were in a state of constant pleasure.

"Levi, cum inside me. Please, pretty please! Please!"

What a godless thing to beg for, but who is he to deny you of anything you ask of him. You’re his favorite person and he would give anything to you with a simple please and thank you.

"You're insane, you know that?"

"I want you to cum inside me. I'll beg as long as you want me to. Please, baby? Please?" You were getting to him. His moans turned to whimpers and quick pants.

"O-Oh my-" your stomach quivers, and your pussy clenches around his cock.

"Hah—what are you doing to me?"

"Do it," you whine, your chest heaving as your orgasm comes at you like a tidal wave.

Levi folds immediately, his load bursting into your greedy hole. You watched the majestic expression on his face as he continued to rut you and himself into overstimulation. He didn't stop until he couldn't take the sensitivity anymore.

All that could be heard in the room were the sounds of your combined panting. Levi's hands caged you beneath him—one hand at each side of your head. His bangs hung low when he looked down at you, checking to see if this drained you as much as it drained him. It didn't, because you immediately got up and pushed him back to the original position he started at, and you drowned him in kisses.

"I fucking love you, Levi. You peppered his entire face in kisses and when you finally got to his lips, it was like you were quenching a thirst he was barely surviving. There was no better remedy than your mouth on his.

You went back to kissing him all over his face, while he just laid there and thought about how much he loved you too.

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[thetaleoflevi]

I had this very dumb idea of starting a new blog a couple months ago (hence why I haven’t been so active here 🥲) and I hate this new blog. I don’t know why I thought it would be a good idea to start from scratch. I mean I do (organization reasons) but I stopped doing things for this new blog as well. I think i’ll post the fics I posted on the new blog on here and continue using this as my one and only blog. (I’m sorry I abandoned those who care and read what I put out 😭😭)

P.S. I’ve gotten into writing for Gojo so a couple of the fics I bring from the other blog will be Gojo x Reader so there are no surprises when it’s not just Levi fics anymore. I’d like to expand into a multi fandom blog now that this will be my sole blog.

It’s good to be back :)

#✦ m’s late night talk show ✦

[thetaleoflevi]

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Rediscovered

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Pairing: Levi x f!reader

Content: Modern AU, SFW

Content Warnings: None, they’re just two people who love to spend time with each other.

Description: Levi rediscovers love and all the things that make it so special. He gets to know you, his new next door neighbor, and you help him see what causes lovers to do so much for one another.

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: I’m sorry I made you wait so long, if you even stuck around this long lol. I was burnt out and I ran out of ideas to write. I couldn’t think of what to write for my series that I started then dumped, so I went on a break. This is what i’ve been working on for a little and it’s not the best if I’m being honest, but I did want to put something out for the first time in a while. Enjoy! :)

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Levi who thinks love is a waste of time and money. He thinks, what the hell is a month-iversary? And why is it even a thing? He would never spend more than three dollars on chocolates, and that’s a stretch already. What kind of person needs an enormous stuffed bear on their bed in addition to just regular pillows? Why does everything have to be so physical? Personal space is sacred.

That is until he experiences the strongest sugar rush he’s had in almost two years. It seemed like some vicious prank played on him by the universe.

You walked into the apartment next to Levi’s, carrying a box that was a little less than half your size. The moving van you rented was parked nearby so that you didn’t have to travel long distances to move your boxes. Levi noticed that despite you having an entire moving van, there wasn’t much loaded into it. Maybe another four boxes, but that’s all he could see. Maybe your stay was only temporary.

It took you some time to introduce yourself. Not because you were trying to be antisocial, but because you didn’t know if it was normal to knock on your neighbor’s door and introduce yourself, instead of doing the usual run-in quick introduction.

Levi was nice enough. He didn’t say much, mostly listened to your quick presentation. The handshake was what got him, though. His formal façade almost cracked when you extended your hand to him. He held it together for the sake of professionalism, but deep down he felt like a father meeting his daughter’s boyfriend for the first time.

“Well, don’t be a stranger,” you said, a lovely smile on your face as you turned and went back into your new home. It was such a corny thing to say, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be annoyed when you smiled at him like that. It would be a crime in some other universe.

It had been a while since Levi had a next-door neighbor. The apartment was vacant for a good six months before you. Now, he could hear life just a few feet away. You blasted music really late into the night, and in all honesty, it got on his nerves.

On one night when work tore down his thin wall of patience, he came home hoping to get some much needed rest. By the time he reached the stairs that led to your and his apartment, he could hear your music fighting the walls. He rung the doorbell, hoping the sound would get to your ears despite the loudness surrounding your home. He was fed up with everything and couldn’t handle another night of this. You must have heard the doorbell because your music paused a few seconds later.

You looked cozy when you opened the door. “Hi, Levi.” You smile that smile that continues to flatter him. “Is there something I can help you with?”

His mind is racking up a polite response. He just wants to be in bed already.

“Yes, actually. The walls are surprisingly thin on these apartments, and i’m sure you aren’t really playing your music too loud, but I was wondering if you could turn it down a bit.” He puts his hands in his pockets, suddenly feeling like an old man interrupting a high school party.

Your face drops and you look like you just disturbed a sleeping puppy.

“I’m sorry about that.” You sounded sincere— adorably so. “I’ll turn it off. I wasn’t aware of the thinness of the walls, but i’m so sorry you had to ask.”

Your kindness was refreshing. You weren’t like his last neighbor. Levi and him didn’t interact much, but when they did, it was a mutually awkward ‘hey’.

“Don’t worry about it.” Levi sighs. “Sorry i’m here wasting your time. It’s just been an especially… testing day for me, and I just want to get some rest.”

“Don’t apologize. I completely understand.” You open the door more so that not just half of your body is peeking out of the doorway.

Levi gets a look at your full outfit. You looked like a bear with your oversized wool hoodie and your baggy pajama pants and your dog slippers. Oh. You have dog slippers on.

“Well, I should be going now. I don’t want to stand in the way of whatever you were doing. Thanks for understanding.” Levi was trying so hard to get out of there. There was a poking in his chest that he had to look into.

“Do you like tea?” You asked. Levi seemed distracted to you, but you thought maybe it was the tiredness taking a toll on his ability to think.

“I do. Why do you ask?”

“Would you like to join me for a cup? It usually helps me relax when I come home after train wrecks of days.”

He didn’t need a reason to get closer to you, but he definitely was not going to turn you down. Especially when you’re giving him a regimen for the stress.

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You both sat on lawn chairs, sipping on a steaming cup of tea. Levi knows only one person who knows their way around a cup of tea and that’s himself. That night, the number went up to two.

“I know it sounds bad when I don’t give you context about the people they are, but you just have to trust me on this one.” You talked Levi’s ear off about your reason for moving to a whole different state to get away from your parents.

“Whatever they did to you, it must have been terrible if you had to move so far,” Levi takes a sip of his tea. He had no bad judgement towards you. Even though he gets along with his mother and he’s never met his father, he’s human enough to understand that not all relationships with parents and their children are good.

“Yeah.” You stare straight ahead into the nightly activities going on in front of you. You didn’t mean to trauma dump on this man you haven’t known for long enough. It happened, though, and he didn’t run or tell you he was uncomfortable. He stayed and listened through and through.

“So, what was so awful about your day that you had to shut down my solo party?” You smiled. It let him know that you were just teasing when you laughed a little.

He rolled his eyes, the frustration returning to him in a short burst as he recalled his irritating day.

“The people I work with are annoying and lazy. They need constant delegations. I understand that I’m supposed to manage the team, but how will they grow if I always have to tell them what to do?”

Your eyes widen in disbelief. You sympathize for Levi. He seems like he really cares about his job, but also like he needs a vacation.

“I get that. Have you thought about working with another team?” You chuckle. “I swear that’s not me telling you to give up on the one you have, but at some point you have to put your own sanity first. Maybe a change in leadership would help them, and a change in teamwork would help you.”

There’s a moment of total silence, and you think what will follow is him telling you that you overstepped. The silence is broken by the sound of a quiet breath leaving his lips as a chuckle. You never noticed how little Levi smilesd until now. It’s actually a really warm sight, and his eyes crease at the corners, which makes your heart flutter.

“I don’t think that was too helpful.” You chuckle, setting your empty cup down on the floor.

“No, that was some really good advice. Thanks.”

You nod, glad to know that he wasn’t going to insult your thoughts.

The silence returns again, both of you just staring out into the abyss. It wasn’t awkward, even thought both of you had already finished your cups of tea and it was getting later. Stores were closing down for the day, their neon signs powering down to let the night grow.

“I should go home. It’s late,” Levi says, once again breaking the welcomed silence. He starts standing and offers you your cup back, empty. “I appreciate your time and the tea.”

“Ring my doorbell anytime, please. I’m happy to tell scary stories over a cup of tea.” You pick up your cup before standing.

“Well, goodnight,” Levi says, a shy smile on his face. His hands return to his pockets as he heads over to his house.

“Sleep well,” you respond, before shutting your door.

Levi laid awake for longer than he hoped he would. He could still feel that pokey feeling in his chest and it was no use looking it up like he set himself out to because he knew exactly what was it was. He mentally cursed himself for feeling this way about you so quickly. You were kind, and pretty, and you said sorry and meant it.

Levi rolled onto his side, a heavy sigh leaving him as he attempted to sleep.

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It became a habit of yours to check the mirror thoroughly now before you left your apartment, a similar routine for Levi. He would smell the collar of his shirt before leaving. Your hello’s were almost synchronized every time you ran into each other, shy smiles decorating your faces. Your ability of not knowing when to stop talking greatly developed over time.

Sometimes your anticipation got the better of you. You would doll yourself up a little more than usual, only to be let down by his absence. It made you feel like an idiot, and you almost always went back in and dressed down.

Then, it finally happened.

Levi was coming home after another long day at work. You sat outside staring at the chaotic traffic down the street, a warm blanket on your lap.

“Hey, did something happen over there?” You ask, pointing at the line of red taillights.

“There was a car accident. Someone crashed into a fire hydrant and it’s currently a fountain that hasn’t been fixed. People are nosy so it’s taking a while to kill the traffic.” He climbs the last stair and stands next to you, his back against the windows of your apartment. You were watching the angry drivers as they tried to swerve into faster moving lanes.

“What are you doing here on a Friday night? No plans with friends or anyone?”

You shake your head. “Nope. My friends wanted to go to a club, but I don’t think I can handle the auditory overload tonight.”

He nods, acknowledging the truth in your statement. “What about dinner?”

“They didn’t mention anything about that. They usually go to whatever is open and nearby once they’re drunk off their asses at four in the morning.” Your hands ball up in your sweater’s pockets in an attempt to find warmth for your icy fingers.

“I’m asking you. Have you had dinner?” He directs his gaze towards you, meeting your eyes.

“No, I haven’t. I was just gonna heat up some leftovers.”

“Would you like to have dinner…” he hesitates for a second or two, “…with me?”

“Yes.” You think you answered too quickly, but your justification for it was not wanting to waste any more time. “I’ll be back out here in ten minutes. No more no less.” You stand and wrap your heavy blanket around you like a cape and turn your head to the right all regally as you head into the direction of your home.

Levi thought that was easy enough, but he wouldn’t get his hopes up. It wasn’t brought up as a date, so it’s just dinner.

Like you said, you were out in exactly ten minutes and you now donned something that matched Levi’s formal wear. You knew at some point you would get uncomfortable in the dress you chose, so you brought a backup outfit. A much comfier one.

“I stay true to my word, but I’m also very considerate. I won’t let you walk around looking like a penguin without looking like a tablecloth myself.”

You looked nothing like a tablecloth in Levi’s eyes. You were amazing, glowing in the midst of darkness. He had to look for the calm, stoic man inside him in order to stop himself from saying something stupid.

“I hope I didn’t make you feel obligated to dress up.”

The calm and stoic man was no help. He feared he made you self conscious when you started second guessing your outfit.

“Is it too much?” You looked for you jacket in the folded pile of clothes you held.

“No. You’re fine. I-It’s fine.” Thank the stars for the low amount of visibility, because Levi couldn’t contain the rouge spreading throughout his face. “I know a really nice place. It’s about a twenty minute drive, but it’s worth it.”

“Dealer’s choice. I’m up for anything with you.” That could easily be read differently. “I mean, anywhere is fine is… what I mean.”

What kind of malfunction was happening between both of you?

“After you,” Levi said, his hand aimed at the stairs.

You smile and lead, not having a clue where his car is.

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When you got to the restaurant, you saw how luxurious it was. It was glowing brightly, and there were chandeliers that had both tiny and large crystals on them. You turned to Levi, a nervous look on your face. “Levi, we can’t eat dinner here.”

“Why not?” He asked.

“I can’t afford something this fancy.” It was kind of embarrassing to admit, but you figured he knew this already by the clothes you wore in contrast to his.

“You really think I’m such a trash person to make you pay?”

“I don’t know, but I didn’t want to assume you would be paying for my food. That would make me a trash person.”

He shakes his head, turning his car off.

“Come on. We’re going.”

“But-“

“We’re going,” he repeats. “Plus, I think it’ll be amusing if you go in wearing that nice dress and then leave wearing those pajama pants.”

You chuckle at his insistence, finding it hard to keep the argument going when his reasoning was so strong.

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Dinner was what you expected. Not totally awkward, but there were times when you had to look around at other people or things because you ran out of things to say. You felt especially nervous because you had to sit right across from Levi. He constantly watched you, wanting to know what you thought of the food, and how you felt about this time you were spending together.

“How was your meal?” Levi asks. You felt like his eyes were luring the answer out of you, the way they held contact with yours.

“It was so fuckin’ good.” You laugh. “I mean, it was really good. Thank you.”

“I believe you. Didn’t I tell you it was good?”

You nod, fiddling with the fork sitting on your empty plate.

“Let me know when you’re ready to go. I’m ready when you are.”

“I’m gonna go change. I’ll meet you in the car?”

He nods, standing when you do. You notice that he leaves a huge tip in the booklet holding the check before he heads out. It really makes you wonder what Levi does for a living to give him that privilege.

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You knew you would be judged by everyone for what you were wearing. You received stares left and right, even some double takes as soon as you left the restroom. You had to hold it together, hold back the laughter when you saw a whole table simultaneously look at you.

Once you got out, Levi popped out from beside the door in time to watch your laughter explode.

“Everybody was watching you, huh?” A smirk creeps onto his face, like you both just pulled off the ultimate heist.

“Jeez, Levi! You can’t just pop out of a corner like that in the middle of the night.” Your heart pounds in your ears, your breath slowly making its way into your lungs again.

“Sorry. I wanted to make sure you got to the car safely.”

“Well, I guess I can’t be mad at you for that. Let’s go back. I’m exhausted.”

Your heart races at the thought of him staying back to make sure nobody hurt you. It’s like he cares about you. He doesn’t want you to die. That’s nice.

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During the car ride, you introduced Levi to some of your music. He was much more into the calmer picks, deeming the random scream-o songs you have too aggressive. You told him that one day you want to go to a rave, and he said you were going to get trampled.

Once you got home, you both climbed the stairs that led you to your apartments. Levi didn’t want to end the night without giving you something to think about, but he wasn’t ready to admit that he liked you. A lot.

“Levi, Levi,” your smile grows. “Do you always take random girls out for dinner like that?”

“No,” he answered, simply.

“Okay, what I meant to ask is, do you always take random girls out for dinner at super high-end restaurants? Feel free to answer honestly,” you chuckle.

Again, “no.”

“Then what? Did you just see that I was starving and pitied me enough to buy me something to eat?” You’re pulling questions out of your ass to sway your mind from the idea you’re getting based on his responses.

“I don’t pity you, and no.”

“Then why did you buy me dinner?”

He can feel the blood pumping in his veins. His hands and feet feel staticky, like they’re numb.

“Did you not want me to buy you dinner?”

“You can’t answer a question with a question.” Your arms cross, impatience surfacing your mind.

“I just did, didn’t I?”

He was being annoying, in a rather attractive way. Levi could tell you just wanted an answer, but he didn’t want to tell you. He didn’t want to, but he couldn’t stand the thought of there always being tension between you and him.

“I think you’re nice.”

It was cute, the way he was unable to look at your after what he said. It was such a simple sentence. Four words that had you feeling fuzzy.

“You think i’m nice?” You can’t say it seriously, an uncontrollable smile playing on your lips.

He can only nod, scared that he’ll elaborate on how nice you are if he says a word.

“Well, I think you’re weird and annoying.”

This had him wondering what he did wrong. What made him weird? He knows that not answering your question must have been annoying, but really, you had him stunned with that one.

“You’re also very nice, though. I’ve enjoyed our little encounters and your company tonight.”

Now that, that made him feel like he was bathing in the sun. Would he have preferred you not call him weird and annoying? No. It was so like you to say something like that.

He finds himself getting drawn in by you. You’ve bewitched him. It’s the only explanation for why he’s getting closer.

“I think you’re nice.” He takes another step.

“You said that. You must really believe it,” you reply, getting more nervous by the second.

“I do.” He takes one of your hands in his. You see him look down at it, a sly grin on his face.

“What?” You ask when he continues examining your hand.

“Your hand is so sweaty.”

You pull it back a little, not expecting him to hold it firmly.

“Why are you still holding it?”

“It only seems right that I hold your hand before anything else. Even if it’s sweaty. Am I making you nervous?”

You felt like screaming through the silence. Your heart was racing like it was going to beat out of your chest and your hands were shaking in his hold.

“I had a good time, too. I wouldn’t mind being your backup plan again, and taking you out for dinner is something I would like to do again in the future.”

“I want you to kiss me.”

The words sounded so wrong outside of your thoughts. You thought there would be a drumroll for them. Maybe you telling him that you think he’s beautiful, or even roughly telling him he’s attractive. But, no. You dove right in because you wanted to see what he would do with this information.

“You’re pretty straight forward, huh?”

“I’ve been waiting. Days, weeks, months, years.” You laugh, realizing how ridiculous you sound.

“We’ve only known each other a little over two months. How could you have waited years?”

“Did you not hear what I said? I want you to kiss me.” You look him in the eyes, trying to read the wonderful look on his face. “Kiss me or say goodnight.” It was an ultimatum for the end of the night.

“I don’t want to say goodnight,” he says, his voice quieter.

That gave him one other option, and he immediately went for it. It was a kiss that brought the stars in the sky down to your eyes. His hands rested on your waist, while yours went up to cup his face. You would be lying if you said you were going to sleep afterwards, because this is what you’ve been dreaming of. It’s happening, and you don’t need to dream about it anymore.

“Goodnight, Levi,” you mutter, a hazy smile on your face. You put your hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat to see if this kiss invoked the same feelings for him as it did for you.

“Not yet, please.” He pulled you in for another kiss, this one being longer. He had you running out of breath every time he brought you close. You loved seeing that sparkle in his eyes every time you pulled away.

“Goodnight, Levi,” you repeated, this time escaping his hold.

“Fine, goodnight.”

You waved as you headed into your apartment, Levi walking the couple feet it took to get to his apartment afterwards.

That night he went to sleep with you on his mind until his eyes shut for good.

Levi was starting to get it. He saw you and finally understood why things are so love-filled in relationships. Why you go the extra mile to please your partner, even if it’s something small like buying them chocolates. He finally got to experience the satisfying feeling that came with kissing you goodnight. It was a rush of emotions that laid dormant in him for a while, and the rediscovery of them was amazing, especially with you.

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[thetaleoflevi]

Levi and I love you’s (Some suggestive language)

It’s no secret that Levi is scarce with his ‘I love you’s’. It has never been an issue for you because you feel his love so strongly regardless of whether or not he says it.

You know he loves you when he reminds you of tasks you need to complete during the day without you needing to tell him.

You feel loved by him when he squeezes your hand during sad movie scenes. He knows you don’t like being looked at when you cry during them, so he keeps his eyes on the screen while reaching for your hand.

You know he loves you when he rescued a love letter you wrote for him back when you were crushing on him and thought he hated you. You had put the letter in a stack of papers and envelopes that needed to be shredded, but when Levi saw the red envelope with hearts on the corners, he swiped it and put it away where you won’t mistake it for trash again.

You know he loves you because on nights when your bodies give into suppressed lust, he mostly prioritizes your pleasure. You’re desperate to make sure he’s feeling as good as you are, but you end up drowning in his demonstration of love.

He loves the way your face lights up when you look up and see a full moon, because he knows you’re going to tell him about it.

“Look a full moon.”

“We’ve seen plenty of those before.”

“Tonight we haven’t.”

“You’re right.”

You know he loves you when he hurts for you. You know Levi as an emotionally strong person. He doesn’t talk much about his feelings, but in terms of getting angry, it takes a lot to upset him because he’s above a lot of things. The times when you come home from work with nothing to say to him, he wants nothing more than to talk about feelings. He wants to make you feel better because you don’t deserve to feel the way you do.

You know he loves you when he’ll do anything for you to go to sleep at a reasonable time. You tap your phone screen and look at the time. “Ugh… it’s so late.” You mumble to yourself. Levi lays next to you, watching you toss and turn in a futile attempt to rest. He doesn’t step in until he notices that you’re genuinely struggling to go to sleep.

“Did you have coffee before bed?”

“No.”

“I can’t help you if you’re lying.”

“It was just a cup.”

Things escalate quickly when he mentions one of your favorite methods of winding down.

“Want me to eat you up?”

“Huh? Wait. What?” Your eyes widen in surprise.

“Do you want me to go down there and put you to sleep?”

You’re embarrassed to admit that this works for you, but Levi is more than happy to do this. He knows you so well. Well enough to know that when you cum, all your energy is drained and you sleep for hours.

#captain levi #levi #levi ackerman #aot #attack on titan #levi aot #shingeki no kyojin #aot levi #levi x y/n #levi x you #levi x reader #snk levi #levi ackerman x you #levi attack on titan #levi fanfiction #shingeki no kyoujin levi #levi smut #levi ackerman x y/n #levi fluff #levi fic #aot fanfiction

[thetaleoflevi]

I reread the JJK 0 manga and rewatched the movie and I’ve come to terms with the fact that I love Yuta as much as I love Levi. He’s beautiful.

One of my favorite parts of the JJK 0 manga below. ‼️Warning just incase you haven’t read or seen it‼️

I love him! I love himmmmm 😭

#yuta okkotsu #yuta jjk #jjk 0 #jujutsu kaisen #jjk manga #jjk yuta #jujutsu kaisen 0

[thetaleoflevi]

Five years later… (hiiii)

I’ve had this really tragic scenario of Levi being discreetly obsessed with reader on my mind all week.

He’s desperately trying to mind his own business, but the moment he hears your voice, reads your name, or even hears your name tossed into a conversation, he just wants to know about it. He has a really good poker face, but deep down you have his heart running laps over the things you do: the way you wave at everyone before you go home, the kindness in your tone as you explain to newbies how things operate around the workplace, your selflessness when it comes to showing people that you genuinely care. Levi sees you as a figure of grace, and part of him wants you so badly that he would do anything to have you.

I just want to put this one out so that it stops picking at my brain while i’m working.

#levi #captain levi #levi ackerman #i hope i finish this one

[thetaleoflevi]

I like to think that Levi would do silent check-ins on you when you’re out with friends or in a crowded area together. If you’re looking a little lost or just don’t seem to be interacting as much as others, he’ll instantly notice it. I can picture him squeezing your wrist a little or pulling at your sleeve and turning his attention to you, his eyes attempting to read how you feel before you say anything. From there you tell him what’s going on, and based on your answer, he’ll let you decide if you want to go home or stick it out for a little while longer.

#aot #attack on titan #captain levi #levi #levi ackerman #levi aot #shingeki no kyojin #aot levi #levi x reader #levi x y/n #fanfic #levi fic #shingeki no kyoujin levi #levi ackerman x y/n #levi x you #aot x reader #levi attack on titan #snk levi #aot x y/n #aot fanfiction #aot fic

[thetaleoflevi]

I think if Levi ever actually got drunk, he would be so needy.

Like, you leave him on the couch to get him a glass of water, and the snack that he requested, and he would be pulling on your sleeve, saying, “Where are you going?”

“To get what you asked for. I’ll be back in like thirty seconds.” You shake your arm loose, and he squints at you like you betrayed him for doing so.

“I’ll be counting.”

You sigh, a smile on your face as you walk away. You can hear the very soft counting in the living room.

“One… two…”

Twelve seconds went by and you were getting his glass of water. Twenty seconds went by and you had the snacks in your other hand, making your way back to Levi on the couch.

“Twenty-six… twenty-seven. Oh, you’re back.”

“Here’s that water you wanted.” You set the things down on the coffee table.

“You’re back. Back before the thirty seconds.” He blinks slowly, his eyes rolling a little as he opens his eyes again. “That’s my good girl.” He grabs onto your arm and pulls you into him. “Come here. I want you.”

“Levi, you’re drunk.”

“Ah! I never—i’m never drunk. This is my raw personality. Now listen, I love you and I want you to touch me.”

You’re seated in his lap, trying so hard not to laugh in his face. He’s acting so out of character that it’s humorous.

“I love you, too, Levi.”

His hands slide beneath your crewneck, gently squeezing your waist before gliding up towards the clasps of your bra.

“Woah, there. Slow down. We’re not doing this right now.”

“But, I want you. You’re so warm in this sweater. I want to touch you, and I want you to touch me.”

“I know you do, but it’s not happening tonight. Not like this.” You pull his hands out of your sweater, putting them together before bringing them up to your lips. “Tonight, i’ll take care of you the way you take care of me.”

He huffs, but makes peace with your decision. Once he downs his glass of water and eats his snack, you drag him to bed with you. You’re careful with his positioning. You lay him on his side and hope that if he moves in the middle of the night that he’ll lay on his stomach.

“I’m cold,” he whines, his hand patting around in search for your body behind him.

You stop his hand, squeezing it twice with yours. “You have ninety percent of the blanket. What do you want me to do about it?”

“Warm me up with your body heat, put your arms around me. Do anything.”

There you go like an obedient dog, scooting towards his back, spooning him from behind.

“You should be the big spoon more often.” His arms settle over yours, and his fingers interlace between your own.

“Sober Levi hates being the little spoon.”

“No, that’s just what he wants you to think.”

#aot #attack on titan #captain levi #levi #levi ackerman #levi aot #shingeki no kyojin #aot levi #levi x reader #levi x y/n #fanfic #levi fic #shingeki no kyoujin levi #levi ackerman x y/n #levi x you #aot x reader #levi attack on titan #snk levi #aot x y/n #aot fanfiction #aot fic

[thetaleoflevi]

I miss Levi, so I wrote a sentence <3 (NSFW Edition)

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As your roommate, Levi has the patience of a saint, never pressuring you when things need to be done around the house. He’ll leave your mess wherever it is, watching you go about your day until you notice him looking at you. Only then will you become aware of how bad the condition of your living space looks, which immediately gets sorted. Your other roommate, Hange, never brings it up because they live in similar conditions. The difference is, they have a room, and nobody goes in unless they’re home.

Levi never verbally tells you to clean up after yourself because you’re an adult who doesn’t need to be bossed around. You should just know by now.

His saint-like patience doesn’t only apply to cleanliness. Ironically, he does some really unholy things to you behind closed doors, and these things are bound to get messy. The patience takes form in the way he builds you up until you melt beneath him, creating an inevitable mess as the aftermath.

“H-Hange won’t be home for another—ah—hour. We have time, so much—mmm—time.” Your hand scrunches into a fist in Levi’s hair. Your leg rests comfortably on his shoulder, your back to the wall as he devours your pussy.

“Stop moving so much,” Levi mutters, his grip on your hip strengthening your wobbly stance. His tongue laps at your fluttering hole, before he goes up to suck on your clit. His eyes never break eye contact with your face. He really enjoys that helpless look on your face as he pleases you to brink of tears.

The sweet substance of your arousal had dripped onto his dress shirt, so he threatened to leave you on the edge of satisfaction if you didn’t agree to wash his shirt afterwards.

“Oh god… oh fuck… fuck!” you cry out. Your grip on Levi’s hair gets tighter, the sting on his scalp not painful enough for him to tell you to ease up. “Please, don’t stop, Levi.”

He slows down, listening closely for the sound of the front door’s lock turning, nearly ruining what you’ve been waiting for all this time.

“Wait, be quiet,” he says, pulling his face away from your glossy cunt, replacing his tongue with two fingers. He turns to face the bedroom door, double checking to see if he had locked it, his fingers still diving deep within you to find the spot he had grazed multiple times that night.

“Oh, mmh…,” you moan, muffled by both of your hands. The curl of his digits made you weak, something you couldn’t properly express due to Levi asking you to be quiet.

“I think Hange’s here,” he says, hushed. This information doesn’t stop his fingers from expediting your orgasm. “I need you to go get washed up once we’re done here, understood?” His pupils are enlarged with lust as he sees you nod, trying so hard to conceal your moans.

“Come on. Cum for me, angel. Show me how good I’m making you feel.” He presses a kiss to your thigh, a gesture that feels like something a boyfriend would do.

With just a couple more prods at your puffy clit with his pointed tongue, you became putty right on top of him. You laid your head against the wall, and your hands pressed harder against your mouth, a whimper escaping. Your chest heaved as Levi continued to lap at your cunt, your thighs trembling in a debilitated manner.

“Can you stand up straight?” Levi asks, gently lowering your leg onto the ground again.

“Yeah, I think so,” you mumble, still trying to catch your breath. You lower your oversized shirt down to cover your thighs again. You hold onto the wall as you let your legs get used to standing up straight again. Levi catches you watching him smooth his hair down, and points to the bathroom, a silent command for you to go get cleaned up.

You smirk at his bossiness, and head into the bathroom for a shower. As you walk past Levi, you feel his hand cup your waist before balling up the fabric of your shirt and tugging gently, letting the piece slowly run out of his hand. You don’t turn to look at him, but you know he know he’s looking disrespectfully.

#when I miss Levi #I suddenly have drabbles for days #sometimes I don’t have enough braincells #to write a full fic #and it’s sad hours but also h word hours #attack on titan #aot #captain levi #levi #levi ackerman #levi aot #shingeki no kyojin #levi x reader #levi x y/n #aot levi #fanfic #levi fic #shingeki no kyoujin levi #levi ackerman x y/n #levi smut #levi x you #aot x reader #aot x y/n #levi ackerman smut #levi attack on titan #snk levi #aot smut #aot fanfiction #aot fic

[thetaleoflevi]

I miss Levi, so I wrote a sentence <3

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Sometimes all Levi can think about is the unrestrained strength of your arms around his torso when you want him closer than physically possible. You’re not scared of breaking him, and he welcomes the feeling of being unable to breathe as you hold yourself so firmly against him.

When you can’t sleep at night, he does the same for you. He holds onto you tightly and close, mumbling things that aren’t meant to be answered in full sentences, just little hums of affirmation. It eventually lulls you to sleep.

“You’re gonna go to sleep, right?” He mumbles, his chest rumbling against your back as he speaks.

“Mhm.”

“I told you not to have that cup of coffee, didn’t I?”

You silently nod.

He sighs, his fingers drawing soft shapes over your bare stomach.

“You never listen though, do you?”

You laugh through your nose, shaking your head. The little sound elicits a gentle smile from him.

“Brat.”

#aot #attack on titan #captain levi #levi #levi ackerman #levi aot #shingeki no kyojin #levi x reader #levi x y/n #aot levi #fanfic #levi fic #shingeki no kyoujin levi #levi ackerman x y/n #levi x you #aot x reader #aot x y/n #levi attack on titan #levi drabble #levi ackerman drabble #snk levi

[thetaleoflevi]

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Things Change

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Pairing: Levi x fem!reader

Content: Modern AU, SFW

Content Warnings: None? Kid Levi slaps Readers hand, and there’s descriptions of Levi and readers glow up but that’s it.

Description: As a child, Levi did everything solo. He was alone most of the time, and the one time you tried to talk to him, he rejected your friendship. As years went by, he realizes that he needed to grow up, and that meant learning to tolerate people. People like you.

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: So many ideas are circulating my brain but I’m so scared to write to my best ability because that means lots and lots of words, and not everyone has the time to read long fics. For now, enjoy whatever this is. It’s not childhood friends to lovers because kid Levi despised Reader until the end of high school.

(P.S. If you read the “snippet” of this fic that I posted, I recommend reading through it again. I made some minor changes.)

⭐️Taglist: @ackermendick

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In some way, you forgave the little asshole he used to be. He became more aware of the effect his words had on you, and as he matured, he softened the blow by a lot.

Now, he treated you like a prized possession. You didn’t push him away when he started calling you a friend. Rather, you welcomed him with an addictive chuckle and a punch to the chest that knocked the wind out of his lungs.

“We were never friends in school, were we?” you ask, sitting next to Levi on a bench. The bright orange and blue fading to purple is a majestic sight, and the sound of waves crashing against the sand is soothing.

“I considered you a friend after your brave action during the grape incident.” He’s staring off towards the view, remembering how things were in the past, when you were still old enough to throw tantrums and cry over the smallest inconveniences.

You turn to face him on the bench, bending your leg so that you’re sitting in a half criss-cross.

“You remember that? I still have nightmares about how hard you slapped my hand.” Your eyes glow with nostalgic joy.

“Of course I do. It’s a core memory.” He brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a restoring kiss onto the wound your inner child never healed from. “I know I never apologized, but just know, your hands will always be taken care of by me.”

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Kindergarten

Age: 5

“Hey Levi, you know you don’t have to peel those, right?” You look at the boy peeling green grapes in the corner of the classroom, and immediately flinch when he turns to look at you with this expression of fury, like you had disturbed him just by being loud enough for him to hear you.

“Why does it matter to you? You won’t be the one eating them.” The silver-eyed boy refocuses on the bag with scraps of grape skin, only to jump a little when you sit next to him.

“Can I try one?” You reach towards his bag of peeled grapes, barely grazing the ziplock, when his hand speedily lands on yours harshly. His eyebrows are furrowed, as if wondering what is wrong with you. He didn’t give you an answer.

You gasp in fear, taking a second to process what just happened before your face twists into one of emotional and physical hurt. Levi doesn’t want to hear you, and he also doesn’t want to get in trouble for making you cry, so he grabs his clear bags and moves to another square on the rainbow carpet in the classroom.

You sniff, eyes watering, but you don’t wail and you don’t make a sound. Tears slide down your face, the saltiness reaching your tongue through the cracks in the corners of your lips. You stand up and slowly walk to the tables scattered with different activities. You decide to go to the art table to draw what just happened. A crooked stick figure with four strokes of hair and a sad expression on the face is scribbled onto a page of yellow construction paper, and then you draw another stick figure with three strokes of shorter hair with its hand on yours. You put little lines around the hand to detail the hardness of the slap.

When you showed it to your teacher, she thought a boy was trying to hold your hand and you didn’t like it, so you had to explain what really happened. She promised that you and Levi would be friends again by the end of the day, and you smiled a little at that.

Your teacher made you and Levi stay behind for a couple minutes while other kids pointed to their guardians to show that they were being picked up.

“Levi, I heard from your friend here that you weren’t being very nice today. Can you tell me a little bit about what happened?”

“She tried to steal my grapes, so I swatted her hand away,” he confidently tells her.

The teacher watched your behavior while Levi talked. You still seemed to be hurt by his earlier action, and it was evident in the way you pouted.

“Miss, is this true?” The red haired woman puts a hand on your shoulder, signaling that she was talking to you.

“No, I asked if I could try one-”

“Well, I didn’t say you could, but you reached for one anyway,” Levi interrupts, talking over you loudly.

“Is there any way this could be resolved? Levi, what could you have done better in this situation?” The woman’s hand lands on the boy’s shoulder.

He looks away, annoyed that he has to say what the lady wants to hear just to go home.

“I… uh… I guess I shouldn’t have hit her,” he mutters under his breath, red-faced in embarrassment.

“That’s better. Now, what do you think you could have done better?” Your teacher looks at you now.

“M-Maybe I should have waited… um… waited for Levi to say I could have one instead of just trying to take it from him.”

“Great! You two are very good at problem solving. I’m proud of how you handled this. Now, before you go, I want you to shake hands. We can be friends again, right?”

You eagerly nod and extend your hand towards Levi’s, meeting him halfway, holding his hand and shaking it twice before retracting your hand. You don’t think anything of the way he wipes his hand on his overalls afterwards.

“Okay, now show me your grown ups and you can head on home.”

“There’s my uncle Kenny.” Levi points at a tall man with slicked back hair.

“She’s here to take me home.” You point at a woman with dark hair and a bright orange shirt, who is smiling and waving at you.

“Alrighty then. Have a great day! See you guys tomorrow,” your teacher smiles brightly and waves goodbye as you both split and separate from her.

You run towards the woman who was there to take you home, slowing down when Levi stops to give you an equally scary expression as the one from earlier.

“You’re a snitch, and no one will ever be your friend. Ever.” He huffs, before running towards his uncle, holding his hand as they head home.

You were unsure about what the word snitch meant, but the second part hurt almost as bad as when he slapped your hand. It made something hurt in your chest, but for some reason you didn’t want to cry about it.

You walked over to the lady, not as enthusiastic as before.

“Hey kiddo, why the long face?” She asks, holding your shoulders as you plant your face into her stomach, scrunching up her shirt.

“I’m really hungry and tired.”

That was the first time you ever emotionally lied to hide your true feelings.

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High School, Senior Year

Age: 17/18

It was as if Levi had cursed you for the rest of your life. Things didn’t go exactly as he said they would, though. You made tons of friends, and he did, too. Unfortunately, you weren’t friends with each other. He had matured and occasionally talked to you when you were involuntarily partnered up for school projects, but other than that, you two were as distant as ever.

“Listen up, everyone. For this project, I will allow you to choose your partner. Choose someone who will do their part and who will stay focused on the work rather than just screwing around…” Your teacher’s voice trails off and all that can be seen is the turning of students’ heads to face the partner they wished to work with. You turn to face Hange, who in turn looks at you as well.

“Hey, want to be partners for this project?”

Hange hadn’t said a word to you. The voice came from behind you, a presence shadowing your back.

Levi had matured, and now you definitely recognized it.

Levi had matured physically. He refused to join any of the sports that represented the school, but he did start going to the gym every day after school. Coaches watched him during P.E. and realized his athletic potential, which turned into constantly asking him if he would be interested in joining their teams. As someone who picked things up quickly, he was promised a spot on the varsity teams, which he always rejected. Levi thought it was pathetic how they kept asking and asking—practically begging, and deemed it harassment when they wouldn’t take his no. Eventually, he was left alone. It only took a million no’s and one threat to bring it up to the principal.

Even you couldn’t deny how handsome Levi had become. You noticed the veins that snaked around his arms like lightning strikes, as well as the bulkiness of his toned biceps beneath the sleeves of his shirts. You also noticed the bags that decorated the bottoms of his eyes—something that shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was.

Levi looked good, but that wasn’t something you would ever say out loud.

Levi also matured mentally. It took reaching his last year of middle school to grow out of the ‘nobody likes you, you stink, you look like fresh manure’ childishness. He became aware of how stupid it was to say things like this as a fourteen-turning-fifteen year old. He realized that at some point he would have to grow out of the ridiculous ‘girls are gross’ phase, as well, because he started seeing things in girls that didn’t elicit disgusting feelings in him.

Levi was ready to grow up by the time he entered high school. He was so ready to prove that he wasn’t twelve years old anymore. It wasn’t hard to act like a normal person, not outwardly judging things that seemed weird.

He saw you a couple times during the summer, but never actually walked up to you. He thought it might be awkward, knowing how much trouble he caused you in all the years before.

On weekends, you always spent your afternoons at the beach, watching the sun set over the endless crashing waves. The strange thing was that you were unaccompanied every time, the entire bench only occupied by you.

When Levi saw you, he never took it as an opportunity to apologize for the way he was before. Even then, he felt like you didn’t hate him, because sometimes when you heard footsteps behind you, you would turn. The rare occasions when it was Levi, you smiled at him following it with a friendly wave. This was enough of a reason for him to speed walk home.

When he first saw you again at the start of freshman year, he instantly noticed the transformation you went through. You were glowing in pure daylight. You were more confident, and you weren’t wearing only hoodies and sweatpants anymore. Your chest was fuller, your hair was luscious, and you dressed like it was picture day every day. You were so stunning that the few pimples scattered on your cheeks almost went unnoticed.

He was truly ready to act grown up, but the moment he saw you strut into his biology class, he had to paw at the fabric of his pants to dry the sweat off his palms.

You looked good, but that wasn’t something Levi would ever say out loud.

Hange pointed at the person standing in front of your desk, a wicked grin on their face as you give them a perplexed expression.

You recognized that voice—the deep timbre, the wiseness behind it as well as the know-it-all tendencies that that voice gave life to.

You finally turned to face the mystery man, knowing all along who it was.

“You want to work with me?” you ask, putting the pencil you were spinning down on the desk.

“I know we can get this done faster than any other pair in this room. We won’t be working together for long, if that’s what you’re worried about.” His palms subconsciously settle on your desk.

“Don’t you have others that want to work with you? I was kind of set on working with Hange.”

“And I was set on working with Moblit, but look at them chopping it up.” He points over to the pair. Hange is doing her usual act of trying to win the boy’s heart with her ninety-nine point nine percent success rate of pick up lines, while Moblit internally and visibly panics, not knowing how to show he’s just as interested in them.

“Levi, let’s work together,” a girl asks, her eyes basically pulsing at him. “I got a ninety-five percent on the last project. With your smarts we could get that hundred.”

Levi quickly rejects her.

“No. I already chose my partner.”

“Hey, we should work together again. I don’t totally understand the prompt, but I’m willing to study for it. What do ya say?” Eren asks, putting his pencil behind his ear. Your heart shakes with anxiety, but you quickly turn him down in the nicest way you can.

“Looook who’s here to work with you!” You grab him by the shoulders and throw him at the quiet girl, Mikasa.

You go back to Levi’s side and whisper, “Let’s just confirm our partnership before we’re asked to work with others again.”

“Good idea.”

You follow him up to the front of the class where your teacher sits, waiting for students to come up to him.

“Oh, are you two planning on working together again? You did very well on the last project. This partnership is very reliable.”

“Yes, we’re here to confirm our partnership,” Levi says.

“Great! You’re my fourth pair—first written down on paper. Let’s see, I’ll…”

You both walk away from the teacher’s desk, separating to sit at your designated desks. You feel a sting in your scalp, a lock of your hair twisted around Hange’s finger and pulled swiftly.

“Ow, what?” You turn to face the culprit and their shit-eating grin.

“Ow, what?” They repeat, mocking your tone. “I didn’t want to work with you anyway.”

“Seriously? You ran first. I turned away for a split second and you were macking with Moblit.” You fake gag. “But, whatever. I didn’t want to work with you either.”

You both stare at each other in silence for two seconds before bursting out into laughter.

You lean in close to get your message to Hange as discreetly as possible.

“You got this, Hange. Make me proud.”

“Yes, ma’am.” They mock salute you, a stern expression on their face.

—

You didn’t realize how hard it was to work with Levi until you voluntarily chose to do so. He was nitpicking all the parts he entrusted you with. Lot’s of ‘this works better than what you have down right now,’ and ‘is that part set in stone or is it a rough draft?’

It got to the point where you felt like your head was pulsing. He was micromanaging the whole project and you were getting fed up with it.

“Levi, do you want to finish my parts of the project, too? Just say so and I’ll go home.”

“What are you talking about? It’s a two-person project.”

“Yeah, I know, but right now you’re playing both parts.” You straighten your posture from the hunched position you were in while you wrote on the worksheet.

“I’m just giving you pointers. You don’t have to take the advice if you don’t think it’ll make your work better.”

You sigh, the stress of misunderstanding piling onto your shoulders.

Would you be my partner if I asked nicely?

Levi watched you typing away on your phone as he continued working. Every once in a while he would see you grin, a short chuckle following.

Tired of Levi already? I thought you guys worked well together ;)

Stop. He’s taking over the entire project. Help.

I wanna stay with Moblit.

Hange, pleaseeeeee! I’ll owe you the biggest favor ever in the world. Ever.

How big?

The favor lasts from now until forever if I go through with it.

Fineeee

Ily <3

“How’s your part coming along?” Levi looks up again once you set your phone down.

“Hange says we can switch partners if you still want to work with Moblit.” You grab your pencil again, filling in some answers that made more sense once your head was cleared.

“We’re too far into the project to switch partners now.”

“We’re three days into the project, out of two weeks. I could fill Moblit in on my part and vice versa.”

He drops his pencil, sitting up straight to face you.

“Why are you abandoning this project? We’re doing fine. You’re doing really well.”

Your heart involuntarily speeds up, and butterflies invade your guts. It’s an unsettling feeling, considering how little time you spend with Levi to be feeling this way.

“I just don’t think i’m on par with your thought process. Working with Moblit… it’s what you initially wanted. Now is your chance.”

“I was just saying that- I didn’t want to work with Moblit. You- I thought…”

“You’re buffering.” You chuckle. “Reboot, refresh, andddd boop.” You tap the top of his head.

His face drops, unsure of what just happened. For some reason, he feels lighter.

“I wanted to work with you first. Moblit was supposed to be a backup, incase you… you know, didn’t want to work with me.” He avoids eye contact with you as he speaks his mind. It’s not something he’s totally comfortable doing.

“I hate working with you, you know?”

He looks at you again, his face not expressing the awkwardness he feels.

“I want to be your friend, though. I want to get along with you, and if that means I have to work with you for two weeks, then I guess i’ll survive.”

Sorry, he’s my friend now <\3

The project was finished three days early. You were partners by choice for every project since then. You worked together on the final senior project and passed with flying colors. With every project you worked on together, there was more time to get to know each other. There was time to ask questions about what the future would hold. You got so comfortable with each other, to the point where instead of turning to look for Hange when the teacher said pair up, you looked for Levi.

—

Graduation day arrived and you cackled when you saw Levi in his white cap and gown. He was one of the top ten students, so he definitely stood out from the rest of the graduates who wore forest green caps and gowns.

“We did it, L. Congrats on being top ten.” You patted his shoulder, a bright smile on your face.

“Yours is cooler.” He tugs on your sleeve lightly. “I’ll bet you one that as soon as I sit down, the filthy chair is gonna get my gown dirty.”

“Alright, you’re on. I bet it’ll stay clean.” You know you’ll be losing a dollar, but what does it matter. You’ll indulge in this bittersweet game of his.

The graduation march begins, and all the lines begin moving. Students follow students to end seated in neat files. Speeches are given by the Salutatorian followed by the Valedictorian. The principal gives her speech, and then the names are being read out.

When Levi’s name was called out, you were glad to hear many others cheering with you. It filled you with so much joy to know that there were many who supported him.

When your name was called, you heard people cheering and applauding, but the only person who mattered was Levi. You looked straight ahead, and scanned the row of students wearing white caps and gowns until your eyes met Levi’s. He was clapping for you, a rare, but captivating smile gracing his face.

High school was over. Some things would never be the same, but not everything would change.

After the ceremony, you met up with the familiars who came to see you. You accepted their congratulations, embraces, and well wishes before letting them know that you had other people you wanted to see before leaving school.

You turned to look for your day one, Hange. They were still talking to some people you didn’t recognize, so you went around looking for other friends.

“Hey.” There’s a tap on your back. You turn to see Levi, his cap in hand. “Let’s go talk at the front of the school. It’s quieter there.”

“Okay.” You nod.

It was a peaceful walk through the campus and through the gates at the entrance of the school. The yellow streetlights illuminated the cement beneath your feet, covering half of the grass surrounded by concrete blocks, where students usually sat while they waited for their rides.

You both sat down, a different aura surrounding you. Something serious, something intimate. Both if mutually understood.

“You lost the bet.” The first words that come out of his mouth, a smug smirk littering his face.

“Really, Ackerman?” You chuckle. “Stand up. Let me see your butt.”

He stands, a very light dirt spot visible on his gown.

“You can just dust that off. It’s not stained.”

“That’s not what we talked about. We bet that the chair was going to get my gown dirty, not stain it.” He sits back down. “You lost.”

You sigh, a lighthearted smile on your face as you dig into your pockets for your wallet.

Levi’s hand stops you from pulling your wallet out.

“That’s not what I want.”

“You said ‘i’ll bet you one’.”

“I didn’t specify what I wanted, though. What if I wanted one apple?”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Is that actually what you want?”

“No.”

“Then what do you want?”

Your hand is cold in his as he folds his fingers between yours.

“What?” You giggle, leaning back a little when he gets closer.

“Come on. Stay still.”

“You’re being weird, Levi.” You chuckle, nervously.

“One kiss.”

You stop moving, and suddenly you are all too aware of his soft grip on your hands.

“It’s what I want.”

“You’re kidding, right?” You’re ready to hear him say no, but still hope he says he’s kidding.

“You’re the one who lost. Be a good sport.”

“What do you have to gain from something so…” you giggle in your flustered state, “…so stupid?”

“A once in a lifetime experience. Now tell me, what do you have to lose?”

“Nothing.”

“Exactly. It’ll be quick.”

Your palms are sweating. What an odd thing for him to want from you. A kiss? It wouldn’t be motivated by feelings so it won’t be weird. You can’t make it weird.

“Okay. Alright, just do it.”

One of his hands loosens and releases one of your hands, raising up to cup your cheek.

“Levi, hurry up,” you prompt, the warmth of his palm on your cheek letting butterflies escape.

He’s ignoring you now. He’s waited so long for this, and you’re allowing him to fulfill his want.

You can’t look into his eyes as he gets closer. The color has an effect on you, so you close your eyes and wait for your lips to touch.

“You’re taking forev-”

Your lips are enveloped by Levi’s, the lingering taste of the spearmint flavored gum he was chewing earlier, on your tongue. You died internally when he cupped your jaw, stealing two, three, then four too many kisses.

Who were you to stop him when you loved it so much? He kept you warm as the night breeze nipped at your bare forearms and shins, and you would gladly remain in his space for as long as he stayed in yours.

You separate from each other, a silent wide-eyed reaction from both of you. Levi made a sudden realization, and you continued to be surprised that he actually kissed you.

“I can’t go. I don’t want to anymore.”

“What are you talking about?” You ask.

“The university I got into is all the way in Chicago. I don’t want to go so far.”

“That’s amazing, Levi! You have to go.”

“I’m not leaving you here. We just repaired those childish altercations that made us rivals for years, and I’m not ready to stop talking to you.” He looks down at your still linked hands, a rosy color dusting his cheeks.

“We have phones and phone numbers. There are also apps to text through.” You squeeze his hand. “We live in a modern world, L. We’ll keep in touch.”

“Come with me.”

“No.”

“Come with me, please,” he rephrases.

“No,” you repeat. “You can do this. I’m not going anywhere, and you can visit during your breaks.”

He sighs, unable to figure out how to change your mind.

“I’m not gonna win this time, am I?”

“Nope. You win some, you lose some.” You grin, knowingly. “Be a good sport.”

“Fine.” He turns to look at you, focusing on that lingering blush on your cheeks. “Do you have time?”

“Yeah, I don’t have to be home yet. I told my family that i’d get a ride from some friends.”

He nods in acknowledgment.

“Can we sit here a while longer? I don’t want to see anyone else right now.”

Reality is sinking in, and he misses you already. High school is over, and before he knows it, he’ll be on a plane to Chicago, miles and miles away from here, where you’ll stay.

“Of course. Did you want to talk about anything?”

He shakes his head.

“Let’s just sit here.”

—

“So we were friends during school, even if it was all the way towards the end. I’m surprised you remember all of that.” Your voice was everything but stable.

“Why are you crying? It’s a happy ending.” Levi wiped the tear that slid down your face, with his thumb.

“We didn’t actually grow up until that last project, huh?”

“It is what brought us closer, and then you drove a wall between us.”

You punched his arm, playfully.

“At least you’re back now, with a degree.”

“And you.”

He leans in and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. That fluttery feeling in your heart is now welcome, as well as his arm around you, while you watch the same sunset you watched all those years ago without him.

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[thetaleoflevi]

What if you said something like, “Tell me what you want for dinner so that I can go pick up what is necessary.” And you know, Levi being the spontaneous brat that he is, he says something like, “Make me,” in hopes that you’ll come after him. He’s low key kind of proud of himself too because he knows you’ll make him eat his words for dinner if he keeps it up, but he also really likes the look of faux irritation on your face, like you’ve had enough of his attitude, but you want him to keep going so that whatever you do to him is within reason. So you make out with him for a long time, and you put your hand on his thigh, and you completely overpower him—I mean, he is so weak for the way you touch him, and he no longer has a mind of his own. The tables turn immediately. He’s now wondering what you would like for dinner.

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[thetaleoflevi]

So… I think it’s fair to say that i’ll be rewriting the third part of my series. Was 12k words too much or was it intimidating to see a 12k wc? I’ll make a shorter version. I understand that people have lives and that there isn’t always time to read fics, especially if they’re longer. I completely understand, and I want to make it known that I don’t regret spending all that time writing the 12k version. I had a good time, and there was a lot more than just writing to it. I got to listen to some good music while staring at the ceiling as I imagined what reader and Levi would do next. I also just think that I can do a lot better than what was posted. It will be a challenge to summarize the story, but I hope you’ll like it regardless of how my next attempt turns out.

Thank you <3

#✦ m’s late night talk show ✦

[thetaleoflevi]

This is a snippet- hahaaa not even. This is the childhood friends to lovers WIP i’m currently working on. Is it interesting? Should I keep writing it or start a new piece?

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“Hey Levi, you know you don’t have to peel those, right?” You look at the boy peeling green grapes in the corner of the classroom, and immediately flinch when he turns to look at you with this expression of fury, like you had disturbed him just by being loud enough for him to hear you.

“Why does it matter to you? You won’t be the one eating them.” The silver-eyed boy refocuses on the bag with scraps of grape skin, only to jump a little when you sit next to him.

“Can I try one?” You reach towards his bag of peeled grapes, barely grazing the ziplock, when his hand speedily lands on yours harshly. You gasp in fear, taking a second to process what just happened before your face twists into one of emotional and physical hurt. Levi doesn’t want to hear you and he also doesn’t want to get in trouble for making you cry, so he grabs his clear bags and moves to another square on the rainbow carpet in the classroom.

You sniff, eyes watering, but you don’t wail, and you don’t make a sound. Tears slide down your face, the saltiness reaching your tongue through the cracks in the corners of your lips. You stand up and slowly walk to the tables scattered with different activities. You decide to go to the art table to draw what just happened. You draw a crooked stick figure with four strokes of hair and a sad expression on the face, and then you draw another stick figure with three strokes of shorter hair with its hand on yours. You put little lines around the hand to detail the hardness of the slap.

When you showed it to your teacher, she thought a boy was trying to hold your hand and you didn’t like it, so you had to explain what really happened. She promised that you and Levi would be friends again by the end of the day, and you smiled a little at that.

Your teacher made you and Levi stay behind for a couple minutes while other kids pointed to their guardians to show that they were being picked up.

“Levi, I heard from your friend here that you weren’t being very nice today. Can you tell me a little bit about what happened?”

“She tried to steal my grapes, so I swatted her hand away.”

The teacher watched your behavior while Levi talked. You still seemed to be hurt by his earlier action, and it was evident in the way you pouted.

“Miss, is this true?” The red haired woman puts a hand on your shoulder, signaling that she was talking to you.

“No, I asked if I could try one-“

“Well, I didn’t say you could, but you reached for one anyway,” Levi interrupts, talking over you loudly.

“Is there any way this could be resolved? Levi, what could you have done better in this situation?” The woman’s hand lands on the boy’s shoulder.

He looks away, annoyed that he has to say what the lady wants to hear just to go home.

“I…uh… I guess I shouldn’t have hit her,” he mutters, red-faced in embarrassment.

“Good. Now, what do you think you could have done better?” Your teacher looks at you now.

“M-Maybe I should have waited…um…waited for Levi to say I could have one instead of just trying to take it from him.”

“Great! You two are very good at problem solving. I’m proud of how you resolved this. Now, before you go, I want you to shake hands.”

You extend your hand towards Levi’s meeting him halfway, holding his hand and shaking it twice before retracting your hand.

“Okay, now show me your grown ups and you can head on home.”

“There’s my uncle Kenny.” Levi points at a tall man with slicked back hair.

“My mom is right there.” You point at your mom who is smiling and waving at you.

“Alrighty then. See you guys tomorrow,” your teacher smiles brightly and waves goodbye as you both separate from her.

You run towards your mom, slowing down when Levi stops to give you an equally scary expression as the one from earlier.

“You’re a snitch, and no one will ever be your friend. Ever.” He huffs, before running towards his uncle, holding his hand as they head home.

You were unsure about what the word snitch meant, but the second part hurt almost as bad as when he slapped your hand. It made something hurt in your chest, but for some reason you didn’t want to cry about it.

You walked over to your mom not as enthusiastic as before.

“Hey kiddo, why the long face?” Your mom asks, holding your shoulders as you plant your face into her stomach, scrunching up her shirt.

“I’m just really hungry and tired.”

That was the first time you ever emotionally lied to your mom.

—

It’s as if Levi had cursed you for the rest of your life. It didn’t go exactly as he said it would, though—you made tons of friends. He did, too. Unfortunately, you weren’t friends with each other. He had matured and occasionally talked to you when you were involuntarily partnered up for school projects, but other than that, you two were as distant as ever.

“Listen up, everyone. For this project, I will allow you to choose your partner. Choose someone who will do their part and who will stay focused on the work rather than just screwing around…” your teacher’s voice trails off and all that can be seen is the turning of students’ heads to face the partner they wish to work with. You turn to face Hange, who in turn looks at you as well.

“Hey, want to be partners for this project?”

Levi had matured.

He matured physically. He refused to join any of the sports that represented the school, but he did start going to the gym every day after school. You noticed the veins that snaked around his arms like lightning strikes, as well as the bulkiness of his toned biceps beneath the sleeves of his shirts. Sometimes, when he wore tighter shirts, you could see the outline of his abs on the shirt. You also noticed the bags that decorated the bottoms of his eyes, something that shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was. Levi looked good, but that wasn’t something you would ever say out loud.

Levi also matured mentally. It took reaching his last year of middle school to grow out of the ‘nobody likes you, you stink, you look like fresh manure’ childishness. He became aware of how stupid it was to say things like this as a fourteen-turning-fifteen year old. He realized that at some point he would have to grow out of the ridiculous ‘girls are gross’ phase, as well.

Levi was ready to grow up by the time he entered high school. So ready to prove that he wasn’t twelve years old anymore.

When he first saw you again after the summer before freshman year, he instantly noticed the transformation you went through. You were glowing in pure daylight. You were confident, and you weren’t wearing only hoodies and sweatpants anymore. Your chest was fuller, your hair was luscious, and you dressed like it was picture day every day. You were so stunning that the few pimples scattered on your cheeks almost went unnoticed. He was ready to grow up, but the moment he saw you strut into his biology class, he had to paw at the material of his pants to dry the sweat off his palms. You looked good, but that wasn’t something Levi would ever say out loud.

Hange pointed at the person standing in front of your desk, a wicked grin on their face as you give them a perplexed expression. You recognized that voice. The deep timbre, the wiseness behind it as well as the know-it-all tendencies.

You finally turned to face the mystery man, knowing all along who it was.

“You want to work with me?” You ask, putting the pencil you were spinning down on the desk.

“I know we can get this done faster than anyone else in this room. We won’t be working together for long if that’s what you’re worried about.” His palms subconsciously settle on your desk.

“Don’t you have others that want to work with you? I was kind of set on working with Hange.”

“And I was set on working with Moblit, but look at them chopping it up.” He points over to the pair. Hange is doing her usual act of trying to win the boy’s heart with her ninety-nine point nine percent success rate of pick up lines, while Moblit internally and visibly panics, not knowing how to show he’s just as interested in them.

“Levi, let’s work together,” a girl asks, her eyes basically pulsing at him.

“No. I’m already taken.”

“Hey, we should work together again,” Eren says, putting his pencil behind his ear.

“Loook who’s here to work with you!” You grab him by the shoulders and throw him at Mikasa.

“Let’s just confirm our partnership before we’re asked to work with others again.”

“Good idea.”

You follow him up to the front of the class where your teacher sits, waiting for students to come up to him.

“Oh, are you two planning on working together again? You did very well on the last project. This partnership is very reliable.”

“Yes, we’re here to confirm our partnership.”

“Great! You’re my fourth pair—first written down on paper. Let’s see, I’ll…”

You both walk away from the teacher’s desk, separating to sit at your designated desks. You feel a sting in your scalp, a lock of your hair twisted around Hange’s finger and pulled swiftly.

“Ow, what?” You turn to face the culprit and their shit-eating grin.

“Ow, what?” They repeat, mocking your tone. “I didn’t want to work with you anyway.”

“Seriously? You ran first. I turned away for a split second and you were macking with Moblit.” You fake gag. “But, whatever. I didn’t want to work with you either.”

You both stare at each other in silence for three seconds before bursting out into laughter.

You lean in close to get your message to Hange as discreetly as possible.

“You got this, Hange. Make me proud.”

“Yes, ma’am.” They mock salute you, a stoic expression on their face.

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[thetaleoflevi]

I want to write something about the concept of ‘I don’t want you, but I need you to walk through life with me in an intimate way’.

In my opinion, I think Levi goes through times like these once in a blue moon. He acts like he doesn’t want you and means it, but every time he notices you slipping away from him, he does something to bring you back. He doesn’t want you to abandon him and he doesn’t want you to be kind to others the same way you are with him, but at the same time, he doesn’t get the urge to kiss you when you’re fixing the collar of his shirt. He doesn’t feel the butterflies when you smile at him, but when you blush and giggle at another’s compliment, god it makes him so mad.

I get so giddy when I think about this idea being written out. Maybe there won’t be a happy ending this time like there is for my other works. I want to write a fic that’s sad through and through.

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[thetaleoflevi]

Hmm… Levi saying “mi vida”. I think I like it. The thought makes my guts do parkour.

(Part three of Who We Were//Who We Are series is 3.1k words in)

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[thetaleoflevi]

"It isn't" is yet another great read, my liege 🧎🏻‍♀️ thank you for this delicious meal, your excellency

Thank yee, thank yee! I am pleased to hear that you liked it as much as you did :))