I Saw That Requests Are Opeeen! As Your Biggest Fan I Can't NOT Take Advantage Of This I Want To Request

I saw that requests are opeeen! As your biggest fan I can't NOT take advantage of this😊 I want to request fluff!!! With probably just a pinch of angst~ Reader is a fierce captain on the battlefield BUT outside of it, she is the type of person who is motherly, kind, sweet, a bit shy and more on the meek, gentle side. She takes care of everyone and is widely loved ((104th brats love her as a mom)) We can insert some slightlyyy protective/possessive Levi cuz of all male attention she's getting and how some can't keep their hands off her and he has to subtly put them in their place without revealing too much of their relationship. She also finds it hard to say no, her desire to help people overwhelming her each time which causes some ppl to take advantage of her desire to help and sometimes that leaves her exhausted and close to tears. Levi finally snaps after witnessing Something like this and makes sure to state some things clearly and protect her. Maybe some private, very soft moment can follow with soft Levi but then his squad (our 104th brats) see and they are just so shocked that someone like her is with someone like him. But at the same time their hearts just melt and they love the couple!

Tender Care

warnings: none present, well except for strong language

word count: 4.4k

a/n: omg stop you’re literally the sweetest, I hope you enjoy this and I’ve done the masterpiece of a request justice🤞🏻you deserve so much honestly. Lowkey nervous, but this request made my heart swoooon 💖 I loved it so much, it lived rent free in my head for a day or two before I began writing, thanks for sending it in ❤️❤️

You were known for being approachable and kind, if someone had a problem, they could go to you. It had started in your early days as a cadet, supporting your comrades as best you could and the degree to which people knew you could be quite motherly only escalated when you became a Captain. You’d often see a new recruit struggling after an expedition and even though your eyes held a harsher look on the battlefield, they would soften around your comrades. You would listen to them try describe and process the horrors they had seen or offer a shoulder for them to cry on. Sometimes you’d encourage your comrades to write to their families after moments like this, because being reminded of who loved them was most important and many a time you’d post these letters yourself.

It became a thing after a while, if a soldier wanted to get something to their family, they were directed to you and you took care of the rest, all the while exuding such a caring demeanor that the soldiers would walk away a bit brighter than when they’d arrived.

Your motherly instinct only intensified once the 104th cadets joined the Scouts. You just wanted to protect them instantly, no other scouts had entered the survey corps under more horrific conditions than they had. Not only had some of them seen the horrors of the Titan’s attack on Wall Maria years beforehand, but to be in Trost when an attack happened again? You thought it was absolutely horrific for kids to have witnessed that. It wasn’t just what they had been through, but the fact that they survived it all and still stood before Erwin on recruitment day prepared to accept his grim survival statistics. These recruits had your respect.

There had been a rumor circulating about meat being stolen from one of the storehouses on the exact day Trost had been attacked. Certainly, the incident was at the very bottom of anyone’s priorities, so it was never properly investigated, but you hardly knew of a seasoned soldier who would risk it and the more you thought about it, you were willing to bet it had been someone from the 104th. Although you very much doubted there had been much time for them to enjoy it, even if they had.

The Scouts were busy preparing for the 57th expedition when you called the new recruits to the mess hall, just before the curfew. They’d stood before you in a perfect line while you leaned against a table and took in the sight of them. “I heard meat went missing from a storehouse in Trost.” Some of them grew visibly pale and you waited a few more moments, curious as to what they would do. No one said anything, not one of them sold out the other and you smiled. “Take a seat, you look tired after training all day.”

You turned to walk into the kitchen without waiting to see if they’d moved, they seemed nervous around you, no doubt thinking they were in trouble. They soon found out it was the exact opposite when you emerged from the kitchen moments later with a platter of meat, already cut into portions to avoid any potential fights and a plate piled with bread rolls to make sandwiches.

“No way…”

“Is this real?”

“It cant be…”

“Oh it is.” You hummed and placed the platter in the center of the table before dishing out plates, knives and forks to them all. It may have cost you a large chunk of your wages but seeing the look on their faces was more than worth it. “Don’t make too much noise or you’ll be thrown out, if you need anything else my office is across the way, two doors down on the left. Leave the dishes when you’re done, enjoy.” Offering them a bright smile you left them in peace, looks of disbelief still staring at you.

They must have been okay for the evening since none of them came by your office and when you returned that night ready to clean the dishes, you found your heart swelling with joy at seeing them all stacked on the table, freshly washed and respectfully returned.

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It was safe to say you were attached to the 104th after that and they had a soft spot for you. You’d often have Sasha outside your door wondering if you could sneak her more food. Connie and Jean would often request that you sent their letters to their family, but Jean was always a bit more secretive about doing so, each time he would say “Not a word to anyone else.” It seemed like his friends would make fun of him if they knew, but the secret was safe with you. On one occasion Mikasa’s scarf had torn slightly and you’d offered to stitch it, she’d been utterly hesitant to leave it in your care, to say the least, so you asked her to join you while you worked. Any time you were present for Hange experimenting Eren’s Titan ability, you were quick to suggest taking breaks when you saw it was going too far. And more often than not, when you brought water supplies to your squads training sessions, you would bring extra for Levi’s as well. Each time he seemed to greet you with a “Tch. You spoil them.”

Levi could see you clearly loved the brats and they loved you, it was more than obvious how that seemed to extend to the rest of the regiment too. Sometimes he caught people blushing and bashfully talking to you and on the rare occasion he caught someone looking at you in less than a decent way and nudging others. There was nothing that seemed to ignite his possessiveness quicker and he would appear instantly in front of them, a dark look in his eyes as he would say “Oi, keep your filthy thoughts to yourself. You’re on stable duty for the next month.” Goodness help whoever gawked at him or tried to answer back “Make that two months.” He would only arch his eyebrow slightly, challenging them for him to go on.

Nobody seemed to take particular note of when he would swoop in like this, they did not question why, at least as far as he could tell. If anything they always seemed eager to get away from the intensity of the glare he would pin them with. Levi had accepted that he would protect you like this without you even noticing, because you were utterly caring and deserved to be protected at all costs.

The truth was, he loved you, more than words could describe. He felt entirely undeserving of your love, but you were the missing piece in his life. Levi was complete with you.

Which was why when he walked back to their shared room at the end of the day and opened the door to see you with your head in your hands surrounded by a pile of the Scouts capes, he was by your side instantly.

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Everything seemed to build up on that day. You could hardly get through your paperwork without someone knocking at your door, some wanted to discuss what had just happened on a recent expedition and you’d been more than willing to listen to them and offer some words of comfort. Yet the day went on and fellow comrades delivered more and more letters that would need to be posted. Many were the final words of scouts that had taken preventative measures before going on the expedition and entrusted them to their friends who now left them in your care. The weight of the day seemed to fall heavily on your shoulders and when you did eventually get some time to yourself, you’d eyed the stack of letters, a looming reminder of the lives that were lost and you could hardly concentrate. It was difficult to say no to someone when they asked for a request. It felt selfish even. You’d been a veteran long enough to know just how this job went, that these hard days were not often and your comrades only meant the best, but logic wasn’t helping you cope with feeling overwhelmed.

So when a soft knock came at your door and you told the person to enter, you found your expression softening at the sight of Armin and Jean standing there, with a pile of green capes in their arms.

“Captain y/n…” Armin started almost nervously and he averted his eyes for a second. “Some of our capes got torn in the last expedition.”

“We wanted to ask if you’d help fix them for us.” Jean finished and how could you say no? With them standing there in your doorway, Armin looking like he didn’t want to ask because it would cause a hassle and the sight of the pile indicating that almost all of them had experienced some issue with their uniform.

You stood up from your desk and walking towards them you moved your arms in front of you “Of course, leave them with me.”

“We can carry them for you!” Armin quickly offered, but you shook your head, you could see how tired they looked. It had only been a day since returning after all. “It’s alright, I’ll take care of it, don’t worry.” Managing to offer them a bright smile, after a few seconds of reluctance they stepped forward to place the pile in your hands. They’d thanked you before leaving and you stood there for a second with the pile in your hands before a soft sigh passed your lips and you walked back to your shared room, hardly being able to see over the pile.

Some soldiers asked if you were fixing capes on your walk there and if you could fix theirs too. You could just about offer a small smile “Sure” and they promised to leave them by your office later.

The capes had just been worn on the last expedition, so when you entered your lovers office that was adjoined to your shared room, you decided the best hygienic option was to place them on the spare visitors chair in front of Levi’s desk. You didn’t think he’d appreciate bringing uniforms that would need to be fixed and washed into the clean bedroom. Taking a seat in the second visitors chair in front of the desk a soft sigh escaped your lips at the sight of the pile. You were exhausted to say the least, emotionally and physically, the day having taken a lot out of you. You’d grabbed your sewing kit to begin working on the capes, managing to stitch the small tears and rips in a few of the capes before your hands were wavering and you were pricking your own finger more often than stitching the fabric. It was a useless attempt.

Placing down the cape, needle and thread in defeat, you sat forward to hold your face in your hands feeling tears form in your eyes. You weren’t sure why you were feeling like this, normally you could support your comrades in whatever way they needed, but today it was draining and you should have said no to a few things, yet those words never formed easily for you.

“Y/n?” Levi asked gently and you startled slightly seeing him crouched beside you, his hand lingering in the air near your arm. You hadn’t heard him enter, let alone get so close to you and you only wiped away the few tears that had fallen trying to act like you hadn’t let the day consume you.

“Levi, sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”

He visibly frowned and stayed exactly where he was, before reaching out to hold your face in his hands. His thumb brushed against your skin gently, wiping away the few more tears that slipped loose. It stirred a comforting feeling in you to see Levi give you such a caring look that you often gave him and so many others. Your lip quivered involuntarily and before you knew it Levi wrapped his arms around you pulling you into his chest in a secure embrace.

“Its alright, you’re alright.” His voice murmured tenderly, and he placed a kiss on your head while you remained buried in his hold. Neither of you moved for a while, you were content to have Levi’s strong arms holding you lovingly close to his chest and his hand thread through your hair in a soothing rhythm. You always found peace near him and slowly, but surely the overwhelming feelings you’d been consumed by only minutes ago started to ease from your body.

“What happened?”

You were grateful your face was buried in his chest. “It doesn’t sound like a big deal if I say it.” You mumbled, half hiding in his arms.

Levi moved slightly to get a better look at your expression and you inwardly cursed that you couldn’t have hid from him for longer. He gave you a pointed stare “Tell me what happened y/n, let me help you.” The look in his eyes was the same soft one he always reserved for you and a small smile formed on your lips. “It was just the day – the demands of it, it all caught up on me.” Your voice fell more quiet towards the end.

A soft sigh passed his lips and Levi closed his eyes just for a moment “You’re too good to them, all of them… you should say no more often.”

“That’s easier said than done.”

“I’ll tell them no for you.”

The smile widened on your lips more as you imagined how that would happen, no doubt some cursing would be involved. You shook your head “Not necessary Levi, I’ll be okay tomorrow.” Truthfully you loved taking care of others and you would be more than happy to continue to do so, but maybe after a short break.

“Tch, fine.”

Levi loosened his secure embrace and stood up properly before offering you his hand. Hesitating only for a moment caused Levi to arch his eyebrows and you glanced towards the still large pile of capes, the work you’d done so far was not even close enough to make a difference. “I should finish these first, I’ll join you afterwards.”

“Who owns them?”

“Your squad” Trying to admit it casually was your best bet. Practically no one knew of their relationship, least of all Levi’s squad and you wondered if they had been so concerned over the state of their uniform out of apprehension of their Captain seeing the state of it. It was ironic their attempt to keep it quiet ended up leading to what they tried to avoid.

“Don’t tell me the brats can’t stitch their own uniforms.” His expression grew serious and deadpanned and you ran through the options of how to smoothly get everyone out of this one.

“Well they’re only kids and I imagine their mothers –”

“Tch. Don’t give me that, you’re coddling them y/n. They fight Titan’s, I’m sure they can stitch fabric.”

“I’m sure some of them can, but I just wanted to help–”

Calloused warm hands placed themselves on the side of your face and your gaze was brought to meet Levi’s, the serious expression softened again as he looked at you and his thumb brushed lightly against your skin. “I know you want to help them, but not at the expense of what you need. Promise me you’ll take care of yourself more.”

Rendered speechless by his words, you could admit he had a point and could only nod once, accepting his words. “Alright, I’ll try.” It seemed to satisfy him enough and he leaned over to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “Let’s go to bed then.”

Once both of you had changed out of your uniform and into the clothes you’d sleep in, you found Levi laying in bed first. He pulled back the duvet for you to move under and you gleefully lay down beside him just as his arms wrapped around your body and held you close to him. Moving your head to lay on his chest, his arm hung loosely over your waist as his slender fingers found their way to the ends of your hair, softly twirling strands around his fingers. Between the exhaustion from the day and the calming rhythm of his fingers, you found yourself slowly being lulled to sleep with his steady heartbeat and comforting presence.

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Levi’s insomnia wasn’t nearly as bad as it was before he met you, but it was still present in his life. Normally he would be content to just lay there holding you in his arms and fall into a trance of reassurance hearing your soft breathing, but he’d been irked by how much of yourself you’d given to be reduced to tears. As carefully as he could and utterly slowly, Levi had eased himself from your arms late that night, instead replacing where he’d laid with a pillow and he froze for a few moments as you shifted in your sleep, wondering if he’d get away with it. This was something he’d only done once before when he’d needed to go to the bathroom, but he figured now was just as important.

Levi was relieved when his movement didn’t wake you up and he leaned over to place a gentle kiss to your head before silently leaving the room. Lighting a candle in his office, his jaw set at seeing the pile of capes again, the annoyance returning. Those damn brats didn’t know how good you were to them. That night Levi stayed up, hand stitching each tear and rip expertly, until they looked almost brand new. Not long after he threw them all into a laundry hamper and made to wash the uniforms before hanging them up to dry. It didn’t take long before he washed his hands after dealing with those dirty clothes and slipped back under the covers with you, managing to avoid disturbing you this time too and the stern words he would have with the brats in the morning were his last thoughts as he slipped into an uneasy sleep.

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A clean laundry basket piled with freshly washed capes was slammed down on the table the next morning. Levi pinned a sharp glare on his squad as they sat eating breakfast in the mess hall, the few of them that were raising spoons to their lips froze instantly sensing his mood and they rather reluctantly looked towards their Captain.

“Explain why a pile of your fucking ruined capes were left with Y/n.” None of them moved, frozen to the spot and not willing to offer an answer. It only caused Levi’s eyebrows to furrow slightly, he would not relent until this was sorted, this situation was not going to happen again and he’d make sure of it.”

“They were torn and ripped, we thought Captain Y/n could help us.” Mikasa offered the explanation, seemingly taking the pressure off of anyone else responding.

“Did you consider when exactly she would have time to do that?” They remained quiet again, pinned under his gaze. “Y/n takes good fucking care of you damn brats.” They shrank slightly under his words, but this was too important for him to coddle them the way you did, he wouldn’t stand for anyone running you into the ground. “Take care of her too.” With that he left them with their freshly repaired capes and not another word on the matter, but when they found themselves with a more grueling training session than usual, he wouldn’t say it was completely unrelated.

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Despite promising to Levi to take care of yourself more, he was taking matters into his own hands for most of that day. Your heart had filled with appreciation for him seeing how he’d taken care of the capes and he’d brushed it off, but you thanked him anyway. Halfway through the day, he brought a tray of tea to your office and took a pile of your paperwork to sort through the details he could do. After dinner that night, Levi insisted you both went on a walk. It was something you both often enjoyed to do, a short reprieve from the busyness of the day to just spend time with one another.

As the sun set over the walls, the both of you walked side by side through the streets that were growing quieter. Levi’s hand had brushed against yours every now and then, distracting you from the casual conversation and bringing a smile to your face each time. Your relationship was a private one and Levi wasn’t particularly fond of public displays of affection, so only once most of the street had cleared did his fingers finally lace with yours.

By the time you both came back to the barracks, the courtyard was practically empty and darkness had crept over the sky, a faint orange glow was cast on their surroundings coming from the lights inside. Pausing for a second, you moved to stand in front of him, resting your hand on his arm while you moved to place a small kiss to his cheek. “Thank you Levi, I had a good day.”

His lips quirked into a soft smile “Don’t thank me y/n, I love you.”

“I love you too.” Those words seemed to cause his smile to widen slightly and you found it mirroring in your own expression as you both glanced at each other full of care. Gravitating towards each other, Levi angled his face towards yours and captured your lips lovingly. The kiss was soft and slow, at first, until your lips parted slightly and Levi’s tongue grazed your lips in such a sensually teasing way. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling your body close while your arms wound their way around his neck with utter familiarity.

“Shit – go back! Go back!”

Both of you froze instantly at the sound of familiar voices, the moment between you instantly shattering from the intrusion of someone else. Levi looked over your shoulder and narrowed his eyes in disbelief of seeing the shocked and stunned looks his squad were giving them. You managed to turn in enough time to see Eren frantically trying to persuade his friends to turn around back the way they came, but sensing both of you looking at him, Eren froze too. It seemed it was too late for either yourself and Levi or his squad from avoiding this.

“What the fuck are you brats doing now.”

Your hands dropped from around Levi’s neck and you went to stand by him instead, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly at the situation.

“We – uh, we – “ Eren tried to form an answer and looked to the others frantically hoping someone else would intervene, but Jean only pushed Eren forward a bit to speak on their behalf and he whipped around quickly an annoyed “Oi!” falling from his mouth and directed at his friend. His protest didn’t make a difference, since being pushed forward meant that Eren was now the focal point of Levi’s glare. “We came to find Captain y/n to apologize for overloading her with our work and offer this as an apology.”

With Eren remaining pinned under Levi’s intense glare, Sasha stepped forward outstretching the small paper bag. You stared at the kids in front of you, they didn’t need to apologise at all and you vaguely wondered what Levi had said to them. After standing still for a few moments you stepped forward to and when Sasha placed the bag on your hand, you glanced down at it, then at Levi’s squad.

“It’s your favourite from the market stall you like so much.” Connie offered, a wide grin on his face like it was the best idea in the world and it was, your heart was melting with the thought they’d put into this.

“I wouldn’t be too thankful yet Captain, Sasha ate one on the way here.”

“Mikasa!”

You covered your mouth with your hand, concealing the smile that was forming on your lips. In a way, you would have been worried if Sasha hadn’t eaten one.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to.”

“You take great care of us Captain, all of us. It’s the least we can do.” Armin offered and slowly the tension in the area that had been there moments beforehand eased away. You cast a look in Levi’s direction to notice the small smile that was on the edge of his lips, as if it was in approval.

“We’re eh – also sorry for interrupting your moment!”

“Tch. Just leave before I change my mind and give you all extra cleaning tomorrow.” The annoyance returned to his expression and you really did have to hide how much your smile was growing. If only they’d left it at the first apology, they could have managed to leave without reminding Levi again.

That seemed to make them clear the area quickly and the sound of their footsteps faded. “Captain Levi with Captain y/n?! I can’t believe it…” Even at a distance from them, you could both hear Eren’s voice work through his disbelief.

“She’s so different than him, how did they even get together?”

“I think they’re suited for one another, maybe they’re in love!”

“Damn brats they talk so fucking loud.” Levi grumbled as his squad’s voices faded in the distance, still discussing what they’d found out that evening. You supposed that was your relationship exposed to the whole regiment now, it wouldn’t take long for someone else to overhear.

You couldn’t find it in you to mind, your heart still soaring from the thoughtful gift they had gotten you and spending such a wonderful day with Levi. Opening the paper bag your eyes practically lit up with glee at seeing your favourite treat inside and Levi peered in to see as well before his hand swooped in and took one for himself.

“Hey!”

“What? I was the one who stitched their capes, I’ve earned some of this.” He took a bite of the food, a vague smug expression on his face and you only shook your head, wrapping your arm around his. “Next time they have a problem, I’ll send them to you then, since you’re so willing to help.” You hummed the reply, earning yourself an unamused look from Levi and you laughed softly. The both of you began to walk back inside to share the rest of what was in the bag and to relax for the evening with a cup of tea and each other’s company.

Uhh idk if your requests r open haha. Could you do one where the reader gets left behind from the trio in the underground, but then a few years later she gets captured and meets Levi again😳👉👈

Ok....you guys are reading my mind I swear because I was thinking about doing something like this 😅 thank you for this request. Just for future reference requests are always open so ask me anything

Summary: you haven’t seen Levi since he disappeared, it’s been two years since you’ve seen your lover, until one day you’re arrested for your crimes in the underground and meet the man you love again with a little surprise for him

Disclaimer: I don’t own Attack on Titan because if I did Levi would get his fucking tea shop and live happily ever after with his tea leaves. I don’t own you because I don’t want a pet human I also don’t own the GIf below.

Warnings: swearing, sexual references, violence, angst I guess. It’s me you know the drill

Please don’t repost, reblogs are fine

Levi x Reader

The world had been your enemy ever since your unwanted birth. Born to a “whore” on a cold winter night in the underground with nothing but an old towel as a swaddle to keep you warm had been your lousy introduction to life. Like everyone in the hellish underground you had been dealt an unfair hand, your mother neglected you and eventually drank herself to death the poverty and responsibilities having plagued her with depression. You had never once remember being hugged by her or told that you were loved, you had simply existed with nothing but pain and a frail body to show for it.

Your mother’s happily ever after found within the bottles of liquor had resulted in your miserable childhood of being a street urchin, half starved to death and stealing scraps that no one would even give their dogs, the world had shown you nothing but unforgiveness and a cold shoulder. You yourself had chosen to turn your back on any sign of joy, the bitter and twisted life you had lived depriving you of any and all redemption from the life you had lived. You didn’t owe the world shit so why should you care?

However, in one sudden twist of fate the world had shown you a kinder side, maybe all the suffering and unfairness you had been dealt with had stacked up and pushed the scales in your favour. Whatever the reason, whatever power had moulded your luck, you had met Levi Ackerman and your life had never been the same.

Levi Ackerman had been you anchor for as long as you could care to remember. He was the shoulder you had cried on, he was the one who held you close at night, he was the one you could tell anything and everything too without the fear of being judged, he was the one you had fallen in love with and as a result he had become the very air you breathed. He was the joy you had had been deprived of, even in the misery of the underground Levi had been the sunlight you had craved for so long. You hadn’t needed jewels or gold if you had that man by your side. Either cudldled up in bed or pressing kisses to his bare chest, Levi was the only ecstasy you had ever craved that no other thrill could possibly offer. Your whole having been living lower then a feral cat, treated with animosity and abuse that had piled higher and higher had left you feeling as if you never deserved anything other then inhumane treatment. But Levi? He truly made you feel human.

So why had he left?

You could still recall the day he had told you that he had a very particular mission, one that required him to go the surface. He had expected you to come with him and help like you always did but you had refused, having had a spells of illness and sickness you explained that you were not well enough to offer your talents with assassinations and that you would sit this one out. Very reluctantly Levi had left you behind in the underground swearing to come back and get you. You had waited patiently for your lover to return, counting the days until he would come and pull you away with him to the world above like he had promised ever since the day you met.

But days had turned to weeks and weeks turned to months and the months turned to years.

Eventually you had given up all hope that he was coming back or that he was even alive.

You had heard that Titans were merciless beasts and that countless men and women had fallen outside the walls in their wake, with a broken heart you had come to accept that the same fate had befallen the man you loved. It seemed the world had turned its back on you once again, it’s generosity had gone as quick as it had come and death had taken the only thing life had given you to love. You could have spent many nights crying over the unmarked grave Levi lay in, but in the underground nothing came to those who mourned, you had to survive. That was how it had always been.

The day you had decided Levi was dead you had held back the pain, standing in the kitchen of your apartment which your two friends, Isabel and Farlan, had also shared with you and Levi. Your eyes had burned with tears as the realisation dawned on you that whatever foolish hope you had of Levi coming was gone. You had tried to convince yourself that he was still alive, but if he was alive then that meant he had purposefully left you behind.

You didn’t know which was worse to think about: Levi being dead or Levi consciously deciding to forget about you.

Whilst you had stood in the empty apartment you had swallowed your persistent grief, running your hand over your swollen tummy; whispering to your unborn baby that even though it’s daddy wasn’t coming home, it’s mother would always be by its side. And although your head told you that he was more then likely deceased, your heart would always whisper late at night as you lay awake thinking, that he was still out there and trying to to find you again. Even if it was the furthest thing from reality.

That was two years ago.

Two years since you had last seen Levi and your friends. Life had dragged slowly by and as time went on you had regained your strength, the birth of your daughter having almost killed you and had it not been for Levi’s old thug friends, you feared you and your daughter would no longer be alive. Your status as Levi’s lover had put you high in the list of respected people in the underground, but your skill with a knife and ODM gear had only pushed you higher through the ranks, you were a feared assassin and you had taken down many military personnel, kingpins and black market traders. You had made a name for yourself and it had seemed to have reached the surface that there was a deadly killer loose in the underground.

Maybe that was how you now found yourself being dragged into the scout HQ. Your hands cuffed behind your back, your arms gripped tightly by two scout members as they escorted you towards the main build of the headquarters.

You remained quiet, your head bowed and your hair falling into your eyes not struggling against the men that roughly pulled you through the corridors of the scout base. You glanced around under your hair, your irises shifting to the corners of your eyes to glare at the spectating scout members who stopped in the corridors, watching you being dragged through the old stone milktart HQ. You could hear them whispering and it took all your strength not to pounce on them and put them in their place, to show them that there was reason as to why you were cuffed. With each step you took,l the cool metal blade of the knife you had tucked into your boot pressed against your calf, ready and waiting to strike when you saw an opening.

“You got anything to say for yourself?” one of the scouts says as he walks you down a narrow corridor afew doors on the right side of the stones walls, candles burning in their bronze sconces.

You remain silent, keeping your head down glancing ahead of you through your hair to see a huge door at the end of the corridor with brass handles and two scouts stationed outside for security. You eyed them cautiously with each step you took, your fingers fiddling with something hidden in the sleeve of your trench coat, a small hair slide you had kept in a secret compartment within the sleeve.

“You’re a widely wanted assassin you know.” the guard continues, you gently move your fingers upwards, the hair slide in your fingers as your try to slot it into the lock without them noticing, pushing through the pain in your wrists.

“You’ve killed a lot of our men and women, don’t expect Commander Erwin to be forgiving.”

“It’s the captain you should be worried about. You’ve killed his men and he doesnt like good lives being wasted.”

“If anything you should know the military police will want you hanged, so enjoy your last few hours of life.” The other guard sneers.

You ignore them, too engrossed with finding the key hole, your heart jumping in joy when you felt the hair slide slip into the key hole, you chewed on your lip as you jiggled it around, the guards not even looking. You could always rely on the ego of cocky soldiers to help you escape, they always thought they had won before the game was even beginning.

“The bitch has a daughter too.” The first soldier sighed “still too young to know what’s going on.”

“Great just what we need, the spawn of scum. The kids gonna have to be put into the system or something, either way she’s screwed. She can thank her mother for that.” The second soldier sneered and it took all of you to not retaliate, you bit your lip harder as you twisted the hair slip a few more times, just a little bit more.

“I don’t know why we bother with trials when we know they’re guilty. This broad has killed more people then those damn Titans I’m sure of it.” The second guard spoke, the first one laughed.

“Maybe we should just feed her to them. Seems fitting. A demon eating a demon, almost poetic.”

“You’re full of shit Harold.”

You weren’t listening anymore, not that you had before, instead you worked at the lock your fingers beginning to cramp from the excessive movement while cuffed. You had to admit the scout cuffs were impressive, they were probably the hardest lock you had had to pick in a while, it didn’t matter though because after a few more jerks of the hair slide you felt the mechanisms grow loose; soon followed by a soft click that went unheard by the guards as they continued to jabber on, nearing the door at the end of the corridor. You kept your hands steady to prevent the cuffs from sliding off your wrists, you needed to wait a little longer. You raised your head ever so slightly to notice the men guarding the door were holding shot guns, a wicked grin already across your features as a devious plan spread through your mind.

And you began the countdown.

Five.

You dropped your head to hide the smile. Keeping your face neutral to conceal the escape plan you had forming.

Four.

You kept your heart steady, your mind focused to execute the daring deed. You needed absolute perfection.

Three.

Your fingers twitched getting ready to strike when ready, your body tembling as your heart raced with excitement.

Two.

The soldiers holding you stopped by the door letting the guards reach forward to open the doors back. Eyes taken off you for a second.

One.

You ripped your arms free from the scouts grip, the cuffs sliding from your wrists to the floor with a clatter. Before the soldiers hilding you could even react, you threw your hands out and grasped their hair, forcefully slamming their foreheads together. They cried in pain as their noses crunched upon the impact, thick scarlet blood spouted from their noses.

You thrust your arms forward, grunting at the soldiers dead weight as you threw their unconscious bodies at the two other guards with guns, the two men yelling as their comrades fell ontop of them, you watched them tumble and crash into the wall behind them, sandwiched between stone and unconscious soldiers.

Without time to catch your breath or sooth your already aching muscles, you snatched a gun from one of the fallen guards, both men groaning in pain from the collision. You raised the gun to your head butting the end of of the shotgun into the skulls of the two guards making sure they too were blacked out, ni sooner had you made the impact to their heads you took off down the corridor, not even looking back when you heard the doors open and shouts coming from the direction of where you had taken out the four men.

You charged through the corridors you had come through, your air flying behind you and your heart hammering in your chest as you pushed through any on coming scouts not caring to stop. You knew there would be soldiers chasing after you, you didnt have time to mutter an apology to the girl you had shoved out a window in your desperate scramble for freedom. Glass flying through the air as the girls scream ripped through the corridor, the scouts who had been chasing a few meters behind you stopping in their tracks to aid the girl who was hanging onto the window ledge. You only smirked to yourself as your boots crushed the shattered glass that now lay spread out on the floor, at least now you could run for a little bit longer without being tailed.

You growled when you heard a flurry of footsteps coming to the right, you glanced over your shoulder to see about six scout members hot on your trail. Shit. Looking around there was no where else to go, a barricade of scouts blocked the way forward, waiting for you and then the ones coming from the right staircase would corner you in a heartbeat.

Time seemed to slow, the shouts of the soldiers who had cornered you fading into the background as your heart beat hammered in your head, your breathing the only noise you could hear. If you carried on running straight you would be stopped by the barricade of men, if you went down the right staircase you would also be stopped, there was no escape back the way you came. You sighed as you realised your only escape was the left, a wall lined with windows. Luckily you still had one more trick up your sleeve, you could see the victorious glint in the soldiers eyes in the barricade up ahead, of course. Cocky.

“We have her now men!” one of them cried out followed by deep cheers.

You shot them your own cocky grin, which they caught, the smig looks fading from their faces as they watched with wide eyes as you continued to sprint toward them. However, as you came parallel to the third to last window they were all the more surprised to see you reach for something under your trench coat, ripping the clothing off to reveal the ODM harness strapped to your body.

“Shit! She has ODM gear!” one of the soldiers yelled but it was too late.

Your fingers twitched over the triggers of the ODM hilts shooting the metal cables from their holds and out through the window you were parallel to. Glass once again shattering and flying through the air in a twinkling flurry as the sound of breaking glass filled your ears, your body was lifted from the floor, the straps of the ODM gear pulling against your legs and torso as you were ripped off from the floor and out barrelling out the window.

You flew through the window, glass still falling around you as you were launcjed into the sky, your ODM drills tearing through the old stone in the towers of the HQ, the wind howling through your ears and hair as you swung meters above the ground looking for a good place to land. You could see troops making their way to the courtyards readying their own gear, you scoffed as you flipped around a corner, the straps of your harness rubbing harshly against your muscles as you glided over the turrets of the HQ. You allowed yourself a moment to regain your breath and gather your thoughts as you leapt from wall to wall, the gas from the canisters by your thighs, hissing as they launched you faster and faster through the air.

You needed to find Kuchel. You couldn’t leave with out her. After you found her and escaped you didn’t know what would follow, perhaps you would take your chances outside the walls? No. That was stupid. There was no way you could manage to care for a two year old and take down those monsters, you had admittedly never seen a titan but you knew they were not to be underestimated. You could probably live and run within the three walls, there was enough land to evade the military for a few years and if done properly, forever. But what kind of a life was that for your four year old? What would Levi do? Well for starters he wouldn’t have gotten caught in the first place, you still couldn’t believe you had managed to get captured. But it didn’t matter, you needed to figure out a pl...

You saw them before they hit you, from the corner of your eye you saw a figure careen towards you, an emerald cloak flying out behind them, their face hidden under a hood, their ODM gear whizzing past you and securing itself into the cement fillings of the walls. An angered yell tore you from your thoughts and on instinct your fingers squeezed the triggers on the hilts of your ODM gear causing your own grapples to come loose from the walls. Using every muscle in your body aching as you twisted through the air, your body spiralling upwards narrowly avoiding the scout that had been coming for you. One leg stretched out infront of them, the other bent underneath their body, their torso leant backward to add streamline as they attempted to send their foot flying into your side. You remained calm as whoever it was flew centimers below you, your eyes trying to glance under the shadowy hood of the mysterious figure as the passed under you, their face raised to look up to where you twisted out the way, giving them a smirk as you saw their eyes widen from under the cloak hood before you were torn away from them, arching your self into a flip and launching your grapples into another turret and being whisked away.

You laughed as you saw whoever had tried to knock you down land into the side of the wall their grapples had been aimed at, their feet planted on the stone as they kept their gaze trained on you. You could see them watch you from their position and a sudden rush of arenaline coarsed through you, whoever was under that cloak was skilled and impressively fast, this would be fun. To see who could out wit eachother the longest, a contest of skill.

You laughed quietly to yourself as you continued to grapple tower to tower, you knew you would eventually win. You always did.

For all your whims and graces of believing the scouts were over indulgent you really were quite hypocritical, as you glanced back to where you had left the scout member who had tried to knock you from the sky your eyes widened to see the figure that had been perched on the wall was no longer there. Frantically your head whipped from side to side as you confined to swing ober tne Svout HQ trying to find where your enemy had gone, but with every desperate glance you couldn’t find any trace of him.

Where were they?

BAM! You grunted in sudden pain as you felt something smash straight into your side causing your body to ripped from the air, the wind being knocked from your lungs as the soldier from before crashed into your side, his foot slamming into your back causing your line of trajectory to be thrown off and sending you hurtling towards the ground below. You could feel the figure pressing into you, his hands grasping your neck tightly as you both screamed towards the ground, you growled to yourself trying to launch your ODM cables but the old piece of machinery wouldn’t listen to your trembling fingers as you pressed the switches over and over. The wind tearing over your body sending your hair flying into your eyes prohibiting your view of the man, he was still latched to your body.

Now inches from the ground a panicked cry left your lips as the man loosened his grip on you and pushed away from you, flying back into the air shooting his grapples and swinging out of the harm of crashing into the ground, his cape flying behind him like a majestic pair of wings.

You however had had no time to save yourself, your only instinct to cover your head and face as your body hit the ground, a gasp escaping as you continued to fall head first toward the ground. Painful throbs surge through your arms as they met the hard earth first, a burning coasting through your skin as the rough ground tore away at your flesh as you bounced along the dirt. Desperately trying to find your bearings you came to a stop, the wind having been totally knocked from you as a dull ache crippled every nerve of your body.

You lay gasping for air on the dusty floor, blood beginning to sleep through the cuts that now graced your face and arms. Your body shaking from shock as you clumsily got your feet, your legs weightless and light as you stood up, your breathing strained and raspy as you reached for the knife that was still tucked in your boot. Your eyes scanning the air for any sight of the soldier who had ploughed into you, the sky was once again clear and you tended bracing for any kind of surprise impact again. Gathering your last nerves you began to run, your numb feet pounding against the spinning world as you made a made dash, your fear was busted there was no doubt in your mind. Glancing ahead you could see some horses tied to a post already tacked up, you had never ridden a horse before but if you could grab one it could offer a valuable escape.

You internally groaned as the sound of ODM cables hissing meters above you could be heard, glancing over your shoulder you felt your heart brow cold at the sight of several scouts giving chase; their cloaks flying behind them and blades drawn as they swung down. You weren’t surprised to see them, you had just hoped they would have arrived later rather then sooner, but you continued to run despite knowing you would be caught only stopping when the soldiers landed in circle around you, their hoods pulled back to reveal their faces. They drew their blades and held them out by their sides, metal clashing against eachother to pen you in as they stood with locked blades. Like a beast being caged you growled, spinning slowly in a circle to try and find a weakness in their barrier they had created. The knife still clutched in your hand, ready to cut anyone who made a move as your keen eyes desperately searched for a chink in the impenetrable wall they had created.

You didn’t flinch when you heard someone land harshly behind you, instead you remained perfectly still, your back turned to whoever stood behind you. Not even batting an eyelid even as a gleaming silver blade was jammed over your right shoulder, your pupils shifting to were the weapon peered up at you, the silver flashing in the sunlight. The cool metal inches from your neck as whoever was behind you held their weapon to the side of your neck, daring you to move even an inch. You closed your eyes as you tired to steady your thoughts, your heart hammering in your chest as you slowly held your hands up, your elbows bent as you flattened your palms, the knife youbhad held clattering to the floor.

“It’s a good idea to surrender.” a voice spoke “you’ve just made my job ten times easier.”

That voice. You had heard that voice before, somewhere long ago. The breath caught in your lungs as you felt a sudden wave of nostalgia crash through you, a sense of familiar brushing through your mind. Did you know that voice?

Something buried deep inside you screamed yes, that voice was dull and void of any kind of enthusiasm. Instead it’s layers were dripping in cold malice as its owner pushed the sharp edge of the blade closer to your skin. But surely if you knew the man who owned the voice, he wouldn’t be trying to kill you.

“You think you could let me go?” you ask trying to glance over your shoulder at the man behind you only for the blade still lingering above your shoulder to flick upward and smack you in the cheek causing your head to jerk to the side.

“Don’t be an idiot.” The voice drawled “you’ve killed good people. You’re not going anywhere any time soon. If it was my choice I would kill you right here, but luckily for you Erwin wants you have a fair trial. Waste of time if you ask me.”

“I only did what I did to feed my daughter and keep a roof over our heads.” you spit, your brows furrowed into a scowl as you glared at your feet gritting your teeth as the memories of the night Levi left filling your head “I wouldn’t expect you to understand, having been raised above ground your whole life. I bet you’ve had everything handed to you.”

The man behind you was quiet for a moment. You stood patiently waiting ignoring the harsh looks of the soliders who remained around you, keeping quiet as they watched the scene play out before them. They were curious as to what their captain would do next, most assumed he would take you away and be dealt with by the law however some, the ones that knew him better then the others, could see him grow hesitant and the longer he stared at you the more he seemed to restrain himself from doing anything else. They didn’t know what it was but something seeemdd off about the hardened captain, they were pondering what it was.

The soldiers had not been wrong to assume their leader was slightly off. Levi had you right where he wanted you, on the receiving end of his blade and surrounded by a ring of elite soldiers and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to further command your arrest. Instead he found himself glued to the spot unable to do anything other then keep throwing taunting remarks towards you. He stared at the back of your head, your long locks of (y/h/c) hair resurfaced long lost memories he had long since thought he had repressed to the depths of his consciousness, but everything from the way that you moved to the way that you spoke reminded him of something, or someone, he had chosen to leave behind a long time ago. His grip on the hilt of his blade remained steady yet his heart hammered in his chest as he watched you cautiously, he had a theory as to who he was pointing his weapon at but he hoped more then anything he was wrong. He hoped that you were a stranger, an unfortunate coincidence that you resembled the woman he loved instead of it actually being her, because if it was her if it was (y/n), then he had failed and his choice to abandon you would have been for nothing. He prayed to any cruel power that would listen that he was wrong.

“I have a daughter.” you say drawing Levi from his thoughts, his glare relaxing slightly as you bowed your head, your face hidden under a curtain of hair “would you make an orphan of her? Kill the only family she had left?”

“Where is her father?” Levi asked calmly despite his heart that lurched in his chest.

“He’s dead. Two years ago.” you whisper, you couldn’t see Levi’s eyes widen his body growing cold.

He pressed his eyes shut, swallowing the lump in his throat. Two years ago. Was this another coincidence. No it couldn’t be. He already knew who he was looking at, the flurry of emotions that wrestled inside him was indescribable, a wave of joy, fear, relief, hurt anything you could possibly feel was now crashing over him and ripping away his walls. He could tell you it was him, but he wanted to know how you felt about him, if he asked enough questions maybe he could grasp some understanding as to whether or not you would want to see him. If not he would remain hidden under the safety of his cloak hood and let you confuse to believe he had died, if you wanted to see him then he would reveal himself to you.

“But you.”

Levi listens as you talk, picking up in his broken you sounded.

“You talk just like him.” you release a small laugh “almost identical. Apart of me think maybe there’s a chance you are the father to my little girl. The man I love. But I know that’s stupid. If you were him that would mean he chose to leave me behind. Who would do that? Who would promise to come back and then leave their pregnant girlfriend behind?”

Levi’s eyes widen from under the shadow of his hood, his heart clenched in a vice like grip in his chest. So that was why you hadn’t come with him, Isabel and Farlan that day. Had he known he would have pulled you from the underground without a moment of doubt, it would have been reason enough to prevent you from becoming a scout and keep you safe for a little while longer. But he hadn’t tried to reconcile with you, instead he had decided that it was safer for you to forget about him and not risk joining him on the surface where the Titans roamed. After losing Isabel and Farlan there had been no chance he would lose you too, he couldn’t watch something happen to you. So as a result he had left you in the questionable safety of the underground, hoping you would be better off without him. And now here he stood, two years later with you on the other side of his weapon.

He retracted the blade from hovering over your neck and sheaths it, the scouts surrounding him looking on in surprise as their stoic captain lowered his guard.

“Petra.” he spoke his eyes never leaving the back of your head, you noticed a mousy haired woman perk up.

“Yes captain?”

“Take everyone back to HQ. I can handle it from here.” Levi instructed, Petra seemed hesitant.

“But captain...”

“That’s an order.”

You watched as the soldiers one by one sheathed their blades and dispersed, walking away and launching their grapples into the turrets of the HQ. Silently, your eyes stayed trained on them as you watched the figures disappear into the sky and over the walls of the HQ leaving you alone with the Captain, you lowered your hands to your sides.

It wasn’t Levi. It couldn’t be Levi. You kept telling yourself over and over again that Levi was dead, that this man was unfortunately similar to your lover but was in fact not him. You didn’t want to turn around, that would confirm that it either was or wasn’t him and you’d rather be ignorant to the knowledge of Levi’s fate if it meant it would only cause you more pain.

It was quiet for the longest time.

“Are you going to turn around?” Levi asked after a while, you bit your lip.

“If I do what will I see?”

“The man you love.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, your eyes burning with tears as your legs buckled slightly a wave of weakness surging through you. It was him. Your fears were reality and now you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, you didn’t wipe away the tears that fell from your eyes and ran down your cheeks as your throat became dry and your body trembled. You didn’t know what you felt. Breathing became difficult and all you could do was gasp for air as salty tears still traced your cheeks.

“Turn around.” he pleaded.

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because if I do, if I face you, it’ll become real. It’ll be proof you chose to leave me behind. A part of me wants you to remain dead.”

“And the other part of you?”

“Wants to beat you senseless.”

“Tch. I expected no less.”

“You’re in no position to criticise.” you growl, your fists clenching, you hear him sigh.

“I guess not. Turn around (y/n).”

The moment his name left your lips an unbridled rage blinded you. How dare he beg you to look at him when he had left you behind. How dare he stand behind you and whisper your name as if nothing had happened, as if what he had done was forgivable. Before you could comprehend what you were doing your fist had moved on it’s own, lashing out as your body spun with no command to face him, your clenched fist making contact with his nose a deafening crunch echoing into the air as your knuckles cracked the joint in his face and his body was launched across the ground.

Blood flying through the air from his nose as he fell backwards instinctively reaching his hands behind his head to flip back onto his feet. You stood panting as your glared at him your fist clenched still and hanging by your legs as you watched Levi wipe the blood from his nose his hood having fallen back to reveal his face.

Your heart burned in your chest as you stated into his silver eyes, his hair still cut and styled the same way, ebony locks falling into his eyes like it had in the underground, his skin having been graced with a little splash of colour after four of years of living under the sun. He hadn’t grown much in height but he had filled out in the muscle area, his body noticeably broader. His face had aged somewhat, his eyes graced with slight bags and his angled features having become more defined and his lips still perky and full. His eyes seemed fuller, as if the years had worn say any glint he had once honed in them. But of course he was still as handsome as the day you had met him and it tore you apart.

“You son of a bitch!” you yelled storming over to where he stood wiping the blood from his face with his cloak, his face half hidden but his eyes locked with yours. You knew he could have easily avoided the blow you had aimed at him, you knew he had purposely not dodged he attack and you were glad he alllwwd you to inflict pain on him. It meant he knew he had screwed up.

“You said you would come back!” you scream picking up your pace, Levi remains still waiting for you to pounce on him, he could see it the way you moved that you were going to attack again.

And you did.

You lunges toward him getting ready to pound your fists into his chest and face but as you moved towards him you felt your strength dissipate and instead your balled up fists loosened and slid around his neck, your lips crashing into his.

The instant his lips melted into yours his arms looped around your waist, fitting so perfectly it was as if they had always been there. He pulled you close I to his chest, your hands pressing into his pectorals feeling the firm muscle underneath, his cold nose brushing over your tear streaked cheeks as he continued to passionately kiss you. His lips tasted the same, minty and with a slight bitter twist that only made him all the more addictive, his soft lips moulding against your own as one of his hands to reach up grasp the back of your head his fingers tangling in your hair and pulling on the roots. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach and the anger you had fizzled and eventually died as he held you into him the way he had all your life. It was as if no time had passed and the world slipped through your fingers as he kissed you, your body growing light as he gently pulled away resting his forehead on yours, his hands resting on your shoulder blades as he kept you close to him, your own arms around his waist.

“I should kill you.” you whisper, your face scrunching up as tears continue to leak down your face your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt from under his cloak as your legs buckle and he slowly lets you put all your weight on him as you bury your face into his shoulder and he rests his cheek on your head as he holds you tightly.

“Levi I should rip your head off.” you growl as you continue to sob into his shoulder “w-why would leave us? Why didn’t you come back?”

Levi swallowed loudly as he just held you into him, his own tears spilling down his face any and all composure gone. It wasn’t as if there was anyone there to see him break down and cry.

“I thought you would be safer if I left you behind.” he whispered into your neck as he nuzzled his nose into your locks of hair “I knew Erwin would make you a soldier and I couldn’t risk it...I couldn’t lose you outside the walls too, not after losing them.”

“What do you mean by ‘them’?” you ask, your voice trembling as you pulled your face out of his shoulder to look up into his sparkling irises as tears continued to spill down his cheeks, his jaw clenched and nose still bloodied.

You could feel the fingers of dread claw away at you, realisation setting in as Levi remained quiet. Your face growing pale and a cry left your lips, your legs buckling under you and you fell to the floor slipping through Levi’s arm to land on your knees your legs tucked underneath you. Your hands tightly grasping the grass beneath your feet as you shoulders shook, tears dampening the soul beneath you.

Levi watched you crying on your hands and knees and he lowered himself to kneel before you, his own lips trembling and eyes red from crying.

“Isabel...Farlan they’re dead?” you ask through pained sobs raising your head to meet Levi’s guilt ridden eyes, his hair falling into his eyes and his gaze avoiding yours as he stared towards ground and he nods. Your eyes widen at his gentle nod and a stifled moan leaves your lips.

So they were gone?

“H-how did they...?”

“Titan.” Levi grunts and you nod.

“That’s why you didn’t come back for me?” you ask and Levi let’s his gaze return to you his sound shattering at the sight of you the break in your voice piercing his last few nerves of strength “you didn’t want me to have the same fate?”

“I thought I was doing you a favour.” he said quietly bowing his head to hide his tearful eyes from you “I thought you had a better chance of surviving if I left you behind. They would have made you a soldier. Had I known you were...that we...had I known you were pregnant I would have come back. They wouldn’t have made you fight and things would’ve been...”

He trailed off his brow furrowing at his incompatibility to form the right words and keep his tough exterior. Staring with starry eyes, your heart like a dead weight in your chest you continued to watch him as he kneeled in front of you, his body trembling cautiously you shuffled closer to him sitting your self up and moving his arms gently out the way to allow your body to press against his reaching up to make your arms round his neck.

Levi froze for a moment as you snuggled into his body, after the surprise of your affection he wrapped his arms around you as you pressed your face into his chest. His chin resting on your shoulder as he stayed kneeling with you hugging him from your position in the ground your legs tucked under your body.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?” Levi mumbled his eyes closed as he clutched you into him the tears having slowed.

“I wanted to surprise you. When you came home.” you bit your lip to prevent more tears and sobs from escaping “but you never did. You left me behind.”

“I know.”

“Levi you left both of us.”

“I was trying to protect you.”

“I know.”

You knew you should be screaming at him, maybe ruffle him up a bit more but you had never liked arguing with him. Even after having broken and tearing out your heart you already forgave him, was it weakness? Maybe. But you knew you were still so in love with Levi Ackerman, the nights spent in the thoroughly cleaned apartment, cuddled into his side on the sofa as Isabel and Farlan chatted with you, their laughs still ringing in your ears. You couldn’t stay mad at him, he was the father of your child and your only love, he was Levi Ackerman the only thing this world had given you in a moment of generosity. While you were displeased at his decisions you knew that in time you would forget the pain he caused even if his intentions were pure, because time could heal what he had damaged.

You sniffled into his shirt as he slowly lowered his bent knee that held him up to rest on the ground beside his other knee to rest on his lower legs to get more comfortable as he kept you held into him. His strong arms warming your shaken body as they renamed securely around you, his chin resting in the crook of your neck just thanking whoever was listening for having you in his arms again.

“So we have a brat of our own?” he asked softly after a while, you nod.

“A little girl.” you reply drying your eyes, your body gradually relaxing “Kuchel. That’s her name.”

“You named her after my mother?” Levi asked a flurry of fuzzy warmth surging through him, his heart swelling in his chest.

“Of course I did.”

“Can I meet her?”

“Your men have her. I don’t know where they’ve taken her. They’ll take me away too.”

At your words you heard a growl rip through his throat and his grip on you tightened. Like a wolf defending his mate and cub he would fight for the right to keep them even if he died trying.

“I’ll sort it out. We can get Kuchel back and I can make a bargain with the commanders about your arrest. I promise you I won’t let anyone take either of you away from me.” he vowed, his grip on you loosening allowing you to pull your face away from his chest, he turned his neck to look at you.

As you stared into his eyes you noticed that dull edge had been replaced with a small glimmer. His once faded and tiered silver orbs now seeming to light up with new founded hope that you had always given him, the breath caught in your throat as he leaned down to press his lips into yours. The kiss was slower and filled more controlled want as he pulled you closer into him, breaking the kiss to then press his lips to forehead and ruffling your hair slightly like he did two years ago since falling in love with you.

“Levi please...” you whisper as you rest your head back into his shoulder the tears having all but slowed “please don’t leave me again.”

“Don’t worry brat. It’s never happening again.”

“Good.”

You remained clutching eachother for a time so king you had lost track. It wasn’t until four scouts landed around you and Levi that your moment of ambience was ruined. The soldiers landed in a small diamond around you and your long lost love, not having a chance to react as one of them lunges forward to grab you sharply by the arm, ripping you from Levi’s arms and grunting as whoever had grabbed you pulled you into them o lay for their blade to be pushed to your neck.

Levi jumped to his feet, drawing his own weapon and holding it infront of the soldiers blocking him from letting the gleaming blade reach your neck. The soldiers eyes widened at the captain who blocked his blow, Levi’s strength causing the soldiers blade to clatter to the floor and in a moment the soldier dropped his guard only for Levi to pull you away from your attacker and move you behind him, his stance defensive and blades drawn by his side, ready to fight.

“Captain Levi just what do you think you’re doing?” one of the soldiers spoke, he was tall with blonde hair and blue eyes, you noticed that Levi didn’t have blades aimed at the man but the other three instead.

“There’s been a mistake Erwin.” Levi spoke, his eyes cautiously watching the others “this assassin is not my enemy.”

“What are you talking about Levi?” Erwin asked.

“She’s killed over hundred of us. Hand her over captain, I’ll finish the job.” one of the other soldiers says his blades twitching and Levi snarls throwing an arm out causing his cape to fly out and shield your body as you stood patiently behind him.

“No one lays a hand on her.” Levi snaps his eyes locking with Erwin’s “Erwin. You remember when I first left the underground I said I had someone to come back to.”

Erwin’s eyes visibly stiffened, his mouth slightly a gape and his blue eyes widening as he glanced at you. You shoe him a weak grin which he didn’t return, you couldn’t blame him you had killed numerous soldiers. Mostly military police.

“Levi she’s a dangerous assassin with crimes worth the death penalty fifty times over.” Erwin says “I’m not sure if I can get her out of this...”

“What are you saying Erwin?” one of the soldiers yelled.

“You’re saying you’re going to pardon this murderous bitch?” the one who had grabbed you earlier yelled, you remained still as you watched the scene play out. You trusted Levi, he would get you out of this. You weren’t afraid to accept the consequences for your crimes, but after finding Levi you wanted desperately to try and become a better person, the way he had. To be there for your daughter and start again.

Erwin’s mind was running on loop. He had always wondered who Levi had been referring to all those years ago, the man had said that he had wanted to bring someone else to the surface with him and Erwin had agreed but only once Levi and his friends had proved his worth. But then after the trios first expedition Levi had seemed reluctant to bring whoever he had spoken of so fondly above ground, Erwin had never pried but now he wishes he had. Otherwise he would have told his friend to re think his choices. But Erwin wasn’t a monster, he had already assumed the infant he had taken into the Survey Corps custody was the spawn of the stoic captain, and he wasn’t going to deprive Levi of a family.

“All Of you leave.” Erwin said glancing around at the other three soldiers “and find the infant, bring her out here.”

Levi gave his commander a grateful nod which Erwin returns. The soldiers, although hesitant, didn’t argue but you could see the disapproval in their eyes as they walked away. Erwin waited until they were out of war shot to continue speaking.

“Levi. I hope you know this won’t be an easy case to plea.” Erwin began as he sheathed his blades “I want to help you. I think having your family will be good for you, I can ask for (y/n)’s skills to be put to use on our branch of the military. I must warn you though I can’t promise anything, and if she is allowed to join the fight for humanity she will be expected to join most expeditions.”

Levi nodded, so his fears were true. You would be put into harms way but there was nothing else he could do, Erwin was risking everything to help him. He couldn’t afford to be picky. He glanced to his side as he felt you move out from behind him to stand by Levi’s side entwining your hand with his, your gaze meeting Erwin’s.

“You would do that for me?” you ask quietly, Erwin looks you up and down his gaze softening.

“I may not like the way you made your living, but I’m aware of the situation you were in. Until something is done about the conditions of the underground no one can expect everyone who lives there to lead innocent lives. I’m doing this or my friend and his daughter. I’m doing this so you can have a second chance. I warn you to not mess it up.”

“Thank you.” you reply, cursing your weakness as more tears sting your eyes, you lean on Levi letting your head rest on his shoulder.

Erwin nods and you notice his eyes looking at something behind you. You raise your head off Levi’s shoulder to turn your head to look behind you to see a brunette female scout member with glasses and a ponytail walking towards you, in her arms was a small raven haired two year old.

Relief swept through your veins as you saw Kuchel safely in the woman’s arms. Levi turned beside you, his hand slipping out of yours to stare at Hange who carried his daughter towards him. You noticed that he had frozen, his body tensing and then relaxing his eyes wide and already brimming with adoration for the two year old, his jaw slightly slack as Hange approached a grin on her freckled face.

“Ku...” you breath reaching out to take your daughter, Hange passes her to you and you hold your baby girl close to your body, pressing a kiss to her soft hair.

Levi stared down at the tiny human in your arms, his heart melting in his chest as her huge (y/e/c) eyes curiously boring into his own, her fluffy locks of raven hair unmistakably the Ackerman in her and her skin a fair as freshly fallen snow. This was his baby, his daughter who he was gazing upon.

Erwin decided that now was as good as time as any to leave the new father with his small family. As he passed the short, raven haired man the commander placed a hand on his friends shoulder giving him a reassuring smile which Levi stiffly returned belfry the blonde walked away dragging Hange with him, the woman crying that she wanted to watch the adorable scene before her.

Levi turned his attention back on the the woman and two year old next to him, watching lovingly as you cooed to Kuchel. He didn’t know how to explain the feeling that surged within him, a feeling he thought he would never be privileged enough to experience again.

“Do you want to hold her?”

“What?” he asked snapping out if his internal monologue and you chuckled bouncing Kuchel on your slim hip.

“Do you want to hold her?” you asked again.

“I don’t know how.”

“I’ll show you.”

Levi hesitated, a prick of uncertainty clouding his mind. What if his daughter didn’t like him? He wasn’t exactly the most gentle person in the world he knew that, his hands were calloused and he had no clue how to properly hold his daughter. What if he dropped her or held her too tightly and hurt her?

But he didn’t protest as you gently began to untangle Kuchel from your body and gently lifted her up and passed her to Levi, you could see the panic in his eyes as your hand left Kuchel and let him hold her. Gently you moved his hands to hold her properly, one of his delicate hands supporting her back and the other tucked securely under her tiny legs as he held her into his chest. It didn’t take longer for the anxiety to be swept away and replaced with pure affection.

You watched as Levi’s stoic face slowly softened and a faint smile graced his lips as his daughter rested her face into his shoulder, her chubby toddler hands grasping the emerald fabric of his cloak as he bounced her up and down the way you had earlier.

“She’s mine?” Levi asks as he presses his lips to Ku’s temple the child releasing a small giggle and you nod.

“Yeah. She’s yours.” you say running a hand over her tiny back “Do you like her?”

“Tch. That’s one way to describe it.” Levi mutters but despite his harsh tone you could see the sparkle in his eyes.

It may have been the world finally paying back for all the pain you had endured. It may have been that fate was finally on your side and granting you this moment of serenity as you watched Levi hold your daughter into his chest, or maybe it was just sheer luck. Whatever it was, whatever power had gifted you this, you knew that all the suffering had been worth it if it meant you could live these blissful minutes. Whatever the world had left to throw at you, you could handle it. Because you had him back, Levi Ackerman was apart of your life again. And you’d be damned if you ever let him go.

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Ok soooo this was a pain in the ass to write. jean-does-not-have-a-horse-face can vouch for that and I want to thank her for reading my first drafts and helping me when I was suffering from writers block. I love you girl thank you so much. I’m so close to 500 followers so thank you so much for all the love and support you guys are awesome. Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed.

✨Masterlist✨

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@jean-does-not-have-a-horseface ily so much 💕

Hii! Can you do a Tom Holland x reader where they do the buzzfeed video reading thirst tweets and Tom gets jealous of the tweets, fluff fluff fluff. 💞💞 THANK YOUU

I love this idea! I hope you like it

Thirsty

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warning: it’s thirsty tweets, so adult humor and crude comments

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“Hi I’m Y/n L/n.” Tom said to the camera while sneaking at glance at you to see if you laughed.

“And I’m Tom Holland.” You bounced off his joke with a giggle. “And today, we’re going to be reading thirsty tweets.”

“The tweets aren’t thirsty, darling. It’s the people writing them.” Tom corrected you. He gave the camera a pointed look as you laughed at your mistake, already feeling giddy for the video.

“I’m sorry. Let’s start the video, shall we?” You asked as you picked a tweet out of the bucket. “I wonder how big Tom Holland’s- oh and this is Buzzfeed!” You suddenly remembered to credit the creators of the video. Everyone on set, including Tom burst out laughing. Tom plucked the tweet out of your hands.

“I think we’ve heard enough of the one.” Tom said as he tossed the paper over his shoulder.

“Take a two minute break. That’ll be our intro.” Someone from behind the camera called. You gave them a thumbs up and turned to Tom.

“Are you excited or nervous?” You asked him as your straighten the collar of his jacket. You’d made a habit of tidying up Tom since he had a habit of being disheveled.

“I try to always turn my nerves into excitement.” Tom told you. “But I’m a little nervous about what they’re going to say about you. You, being so hot and all.”

You laughed and tossed some of your straightened hair behind your shoulder.

“Oh, you know. I aim to please.” You replied. You were a little nervous yourself. You could only imagine what crazy things fans could’ve tweeted at your movie star boyfriend. He was definitely a fan favorite, and had a whole army of girls begging to be his. You’d just recently announced that you were together and this was your first video together as an official couple. So yeah, you were nervous.

Your break ended and you picked the first official tweet out of the bucket.

“Tom Holland is zaddy.” You read. It was a nice, calm way to start the video.

“That wasn’t bad.” Tom nodded. “Short and sweet.” He selected a tweet from the bucket.

“Y/n L/n looks a lot like my next girlfriend.” He read. He made a displeased face at the camera.

“I don’t know, mate. I heard she has a boyfriend. A really good looking one too.” Tom joked. You rolled your eyes as he took another tweet.

“Tom Holland is so fine. I think I rewatched the scene when Peters suit falls off a million times.” He read.

“Same girl.” You commented. You took the bucket from his hands and put your hand on the side of your mouth, whispering loudly, “it’s even better in person.”

“If I could only let one person bone me the rest of my life, it would be Y/n L/n.” You read out loud. Your eyes widened at the bold tweet.

“That escalated quickly.” You said. Tom didn’t look amused.

“She already has someone to do that, so.” Tom shrugged smugly and tossed the tweet aside.

“Thomas!” You smacked his arm and looked at the camera. “Do you see what I have to put up with? Let’s keep it PG, please.”

“@YOURNAMELASTNAME, girl, what you doing? Get your ass back in the Louvre where you belong.” You read.

“I liked that one.” Tom said with a nod of approval. “Because you are a work of art.”

You smiled at him and picked out another tweet.

“My sexuality is the veins in Tom Holland’s right arm.” You smacked your knee as you laughed. Tom just shook his head.

“I don’t even know what that means.” He remarked as he took a tweet.

“Y/n L/n, if you’re reading this, by all means, foreclose on my house. Destroy my credit score. Flood my basement. Ruin my life. I beg you.” He read dramatically. The lack of crudeness towards earned a chuckle from him.

“Aw that’s...sweet?” You said, sounding more like a question. You look a tweet from the bucket and cleared your throat.

“I would let 30-50 feral hogs trample over me if Tom Holland was the paramedic who transferred my corpse into the back of the ambulance.” Tom read. You burst out laughing until your stomach hurt.

“That was graphic.” You said between giggles. “And incredibly specific.”

“She wouldn’t really need an ambulance at that point though, would she?” Tom asked you, not ready to leave the topic yet.

“I’ve never been trampled by 30-50 wild hogs, so I wouldn’t know.” You replied. Tom gave you a cheeky grin.

“It’s feral hogs, love.” He teased. He had a way of forgetting cameras were there when you were around.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You said sarcastically as you took a tweet.

“Tom Holland is the only man who deserves rights.” You read and nodded in agreement. Tom did as well which made you laugh.

“I want Y/n L/n to use my face as a trampoline.” Tom read. He looked at the paper in his hands for a long time. “Now, why are mine so tame and yours are borderline insane?” He was beginning to find the tweets less and less funny. He didn’t like people tweeting about you in such vulgar ways, especially when they didn’t even know you.

“I guess my fans just really like me.” You shrugged and picked up another tweet. “I want Tom Holland to drive over me with his private jet.”

“It’s actually Sonys jet, but I appreciate the gesture.” Tom answered as he took a tweet out of the bucket. “My ideal weight is Y/n L/n on top of me.” Tom clicked his tongue, feeling a little twinge of anger in the pit of his stomach. “That’s unfortunate, since she’s a little busy being on top of me.”

You looked at the camera with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

“What did I say? PG!” You snatched the bucket from his hands and pretended to be angry. Tom knew he shouldn’t have said it, though be it true, but he just wanted to remind the people watching of your relationship. Tom took the bucket back from you and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I’m just letting the fans know who’s you are.” Tom replied with a cocky smile. “All mine.”

“I just wanna know how Y/n L/ns lips feel😔” He read. “And then they put a little sad face emoji.”

“Aw. You don’t have to be sad.” You told the camera.

“They feel amazing, by the way.” Tom quipped, giving the camera a cheeky wink. “But you’re never gonna know.”

“I want Tom Holland to use his jawline to cut me into fries.” You read. It made you chuckle again. You slid your finger across Toms jawline and smiled.

“Me too, baby, me too.” You said and picked out another one.

“This one is about you again. It says “Tom Holland walks into a room and his ass walks in 20 minutes later.” I have to agree.” You nodded. “Daddy thiccums.”

“Don’t start with that again, darling.” Tom groaned. Someone had commented that on his post the week prior and you wouldn’t let him live it down. You thought it was the funniest nickname in existence. Tom, of course, hated it, which is exactly why you snuck it into conversations every now and then.

“What? There’s nothing to be ashamed of, baby. If you got it, flaunt it.” You announced as you swiped some hair off his forehead. He felt a little hot to the touch. You noticed his jaw was clenched for the first time. If you weren’t being filmed, you’d have been all over him, asking if he was okay. You knew you had to bite your tongue until the interview was over.

“Y/n L/n can have it anytime she wants it.” You read off the paper.

“She doesn’t want it.” Tom deadpanned.

“Hey.” You laughed and took the tweet from his hand. “That’s mean.”

“Look at his profile picture. He looks like a foot.” Tom pointed to the tiny profile picture that could barley be seen on the paper.

“A foot?” You laughed and took another tweet from the bucket. There was definitely something off about Tom. You were sure of it now.

”Tom Holland’s ass is phat with a PH.” You read. You looked at the camera and wiggled your eyebrows.

“Again, completely true.” You agreed.

“Why are all of these about my butt?” Tom asked with a smile, but sounding genuinely confused.

“Maybe because you’re dummy thick.” You shrugged and took another tweet.

“Y/n in that dress at the Far From Home premiere? She walked in and said BAWDY. She said body-ody-ody.” You read from the paper.

“Stop.” You put your hand over your face in sudden embarrassment. “You’re too kind.”

“Are they wrong, though? I loved you in that black and red dress.” Tom commented and took one from the bucket.

“I had to show my man some support by wearing his colors. My man, being Spider-Man I mean. Not this loser.” You pointed you thumb at Tom.

“Hey.” He put his hand over his heart and pouted at you. “I am your man.”

“I know.” You presses a quick kiss to his still red cheeks. “I’m only teasing, lover.”

Tom looked satisfied with you answer and read his tweet.

“Not to be horny on main, but I want to hold Tom Holland’s hand.” He said. He immediately slipped his hand into yours and held them up for the camera.

“Sorry.” He said. “My hands are full.”

“@backseatL/N asks, has Y/n broken up with the Brit yet? I’m tryna know if I can shoot my shot or not.” You read. You wished you’d read it to yourself before reading it out loud. It was sure to get a rise out of Tom.

“She did not.” Tom looked directly into the camera. “So you can not.”

You could hear the tension in his voice. He was wavering from joking around to actually being serious. You squeezed his hand gently to let him know everything was alright. Tom seemed to appreciate the gesture and gave you a grateful smile.

“Sorry guys.” You said, your eyes never leaving Tom. “You know I love a London boy.”

Tom picked out a tweet that had a picture of himself at the Far From Home premiere attached.

“I would let Tom Holland break my legs. I don’t know why this photo made me realize that but it did.” He read. You took the paper in your own hands to examine the picture.

“Oh God.” You said. “Remember when you took me golfing for like our third date and you hit me in the leg with a golf ball?”

“I do.” Tom bit back a smile. “I can’t believe you let me take you on another date after that.”

He appeared to be in a better mood until you read the next tweet.

“Y/n is way too fine to be wasting her time with that toothpick. I could show her how a REAL man does it. Just wait, @YOURNAMELASTNAME, I’m coming for you. #tomhollandbetterprayup.”

You grimaced and crumpled the tweet up into a ball. Tom did not look happy and you were starting to see why.

“I think she’s been shown how a real man does it.” Tom said, trying to sound like he was kidding for the camera but not succeeding. You could tell he was throughly pissed off now and hoped the fans wouldn’t be able to tell.

“Yes I have.” You slammed your fist down like you were in court. “Real men hit you with golf balls and then laugh instead of getting you ice.”

Tom laughed at your joke so you kept going to pull him out of his sour mood. “Also, who are they calling toothpick?” You asked as you squeezed Toms bicep. “This thing feels like a ripe avocado.”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me.” Tom said in his sassy voice. You pinched his cheek before taking out another tweet.

“The sun shines for Y/n L/n. It only shines on the rest of us out of pity. It belongs to her and only her.” You read. “Aw. That was really cute.” You said. “Thank you, @fistmetonystark.”

The username caught you off guard. Tom let out a loud laugh as your face went red in embarrassment.

“Okay.” You dragged out the word. “Moving on.”

“I’m just trying to take a bubble bath and watch Home Alone with Tom Holland. Is that to much to ask?” Tom read off a paper.

“In my opinion, that is a lot to ask.” You kidded.

“I think the bath would get cold by the time the movie ended.” Tom said in an attempt to apply logic to the absurd tweet.

“But in my experience, bubble baths with Tom Holland are fun.” You saluted the camera and Tom smiled at you. Your attempt to calm him down wasn’t going unnoticed by him.

“They’re fun until Y/n gets soap in your eyes.” He said to the camera.

“Let the record show that I got soap in his eye once.” You emphasized. “And it was only because I happened to sneeze.”

Tom grabbed the leg of your stool and pulled your chair closer to his. You rested your head on his shoulder as he read the next one.

“@thatswhatmakesyoubootyful says, who said Tom Holland was allowed to have such a juicy dumper? I want answers.” Tom read and you bent over in a fit of laughter. “I can’t believe I had to read that with my own two eyes.”

“JUICY DUMPER.” You screamed. The crew laughed in the background. Tom just shook his head, stifling a laugh.

“@YOURNAMELASTNAME, I just want to put a ring on your pretty little finger. Lord knows Holland won’t do it.” You read once you caught your breath. You wiped a tear from your eye, still to fully recovering from the last tweet. Tom, who was fully recovered, took offense to this one.

“Holland will do it.” He snapped, almost sounding angry. “Holland will most definitely do it, and you can quote me on that, @chokemeharry2011.”

You giggled at the username and picked a paper out of the bucket.

“I want Tom Holland to chop me up and feed me to Tessa.” You raised your eyebrows. “Please don’t. She’s fat enough.”

“Hey!” Tom took the bucket from your hands. “Don’t make fun of my baby.”

“Your fat baby.” You said under your breath.

“Petition for Y/n L/n to win an Oscar for acting like she’s actually in love with Tom Holland.” Tom read, looking completely unamused.

“It’s not acting, but I would like an Oscar.” You poked Toms side but he was busy looking up at the ceiling with an annoyed expression. You gulped you picked up a tweet.

“I want Tom Holland to beat me with a sack of wet mice.” This got Tom laughing again, which made you relived. There were only a few left and you prayed they were tame.

“You know what Tom Holland has that I don’t have? Y/n L/n.” You began to read. “You know what I have that Tom Holland doesn’t have? Lips.”

You crumpled that one up too and gave a fake laugh.

“That one wasn’t even funny.” You said, mostly to Tom. His scowl was back on his face.

“I want to be baptized in Tom Holland’s sweat.” You tried to lighten the mood by reading one for him. He let a little air out and gave a small smile. You moved one of your legs to go over his and left it there. He wasn’t blind to what you were doing and rested his hand on your leg while taking a tweet.

“*pulls up to McDonalds window* can I get uhhhhhhh…Y/n L/n’s hand in marriage?” He read. He had to laugh at that one.

“Aw.” You looked up at the camera with a happy smile. “That’s actually wholesome. Thanks @babydollY/N.” You blew a kiss.

“That was the last one.” Tom looked inside the bucket and to his relief, didn’t see any more.

“Well that was us reading thirst tweets.” You said into the camera. “I feel like I need a shower. Or 12.”

“I feel like you need to block half the people who sent those in.” Tom half joked.

“Well, thank you so much Buzzfeed for having us.”

“And go see our movie, Spider-Man Far From Home.” Tom opened his arms out to the camera before wrapping a protective arm around your shoulders.

The camera man gave you the thumbs up, meaning he’d stopped filming. You and Tom went through the rest of your interviews for that day and didn’t get home until late. Luckily, you were doing press in London so you could stay at home and not a hotel. Tom was still acting a little off during the interviews. He kept his hand on your leg for all of them, and was a little more affectionate than usual. You were pretty sure he had kissed your cheek or lips in every single video you shot that day. Sure, that was the kind of stuff fans and shippers lived for, but Tom had never been one for PDA. When you finally got home, you asked him about his behavior.

“What’s up with you today? Is everything alright?” You asked him when you came out of the bathroom to find him lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling. You took a seat next to him as he sat up.

“I’m not gonna lie, those tweets made me kind of jealous.” Tom confessed. He insecurely toyed with your fingers and didn’t make eye contact.

“Why?” You asked him. You pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, making him look at you.

“Because I feel like the whole world wants my girl.” He said sadly.

“But to your girl, you’re the whole world.” You assured him, cupping his face in your hands. He gave you a small smile at your corny words.

“You have a way with words, don’t you L/n?” He said, cheering up a little. “And thank you for what you did in the interview. I could tell you were trying to calm me down. I was just overwhelmed by all the people pinning for you. It made me afraid I was going to lose you.” Tom admitted. You shook you head and kissed him gently.

“Don’t worry, lover. You’re not gonna lose me to @fistmesteverogers or @babydollY/N. My heart is all yours.” You told him.

“It was @fistmetonystark.” Tom corrected, looking glum again. You couldn’t help but giggle at the stupid username.

“Whoever it was, it doesn’t matter. People can tweet me whatever they want. You’re the only one I have notifications on for, baby.” You said, trying to keep the conversation light to show Tom how he had nothing to worry about.

“Don’t you have notifications on for John Mulaney?” Tom asked, a smile finally poking through.

“Shhh.” You held a delicate finger to his lips and he laughed. “That’s not important. What’s important is I’m yours and you’re mine and no thirsty tweet could ever change that.”

“It’s not the tweets that are thirsty, it’s the people.” Tom reiterated.

“Well, let them be thirsty.” You declared, still in a joking manner. “The only thirst I’m ever gonna quench is yours.”

“Y/nnnn.” Tom whined and buried his face in your neck. You felt his hot breath on your collar bones. “I’m being serious. I don’t like people thinking about you that way. There are million of boys and girls out there who want to be run over with trucks or hit with a shovel just to be in the same room as you. How can I compete?” Tom asked, the bad feelings sinking in again.

“You can’t.” You shrugged, causing Tom to look at you quizzically. “Because there’s no competition.” You finished. Tom smiled a little as you used your pinky to tilt his face towards yours. “ Tommy, I love you. I’m never gonna love anybody else. So you can be jealous over those tweets but, it’s a waste of your time. Time that could be spent giving me love and affection.”

“You know I can’t resist love and affection.” Tom said with a happy smile. You’d finally pulled him out of his slump.

“Then stop thinking about those dumb tweets and kiss me.” You ordered.

Tom obeyed and pulled you in for a long and deep kiss. He held you close to him, even when you pulled away.

“Y/n?” Tom asked softly, sounding serious all of the sudden. You wonder if all the marriage talk in the video prompted him to ask you a certain question. You didn’t let your smile poke through and kept a calm look on your face.

“Yes?” You answered sweetly. Tom took your face in his hands and stared you deeply in your eyes. You peered back at his gentle brown eyes with all the love in the world. Tom took a deep breath, looked at the floor, and then at you.

“I want you to use my face as a trampoline.” He said finally, quoting the tweet from earlier. You smacked his hands off your face and punched him (with love) in the arm.

“You’re impossible.” You grumbled, feeling like an idiot for getting your hopes up. He, on the other hand, was dying with laughter.

“I am not impossible. I was in a movie called The Impossible, so that may be where you’re getting confused.” He teased. You’d had enough of his humor and got off the bed to walk away. “Come back! I need you to foreclose on my house.”

“Leave me alone, pervert.” You laughed, pushing him away as he tried to pull you back.

“Please? I just want you to flood my basement.” Tom continued to quote the tweets and pulled you into a hug, resting his chin on top of your head. Normally it’d be a sweet gesture, but he was pushing your buttons.

“No thanks.” You answered, giving in to the hug.

“Is it because I don’t have lips?” Tom asked. You groaned loudly and pulled yourself out of his embrace before he could see you smiling.

“I think I just heard a ribbit coming from your mouth.” You called as you walked away.

“Don’t go.” He grabbed your hands and pulled you back towards him. “I just want to know how your lips feel.”

“Two can play this game,” you lowered your voice to a grave tone, “daddy thiccums.”

“Okay.” Tom held up his hands in surrender. “I’ll stop. Just please, never say those words again.”

“I won’t.” You promised. You crossed your heart with your fingers. “But it doesn’t change the fact that you’re a baddie with a fatty.”

“If you keep that up, Holland won’t put a ring on it.” Tom wagged his finger at you, giving in to the joke that made him upset earlier in the day.

“Well I simply can’t have that.” You said in a much calmer tone as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Tom rested his thick arms around your waist and held you flushed against him, pulling a little gasp from your throat.

“I can’t have that either.” Tom said lowly, a gleam of adoration in his tired brown eyes. “Can we just put today behind us and go to sleep?”

Tom picked you up bridal style before you could give him and answer. He placed you gently on the bed, both of you already having brushed your teeth, and climbed in next to you.

“Goodnight, lover of mine.” Tom yawned. He pressed a kiss to your lips before flopping onto his pillow.

“Goodnight...” You said mischievously.

“Don’t say it.” Tom warned in a tired voice.

“Da-“

You were instantly hit with a pillow.

“I told you not to say it.” Tom said, unable to hide his laughter.

“You’re right.” You said sincerely. “I’m sorry.”

You cuddled into Toms side and laid your head on his heartbeat. He rubbed lazy circles into your back and leaned his chin into your hair.

“But @chokemeharry2011 would never treat me this way.” You said quickly.

And thus, you were hit with another pillow.

➼ THE LEGEND - JOHNNY. 

∎ Everyone talks about him. Literally. He is at every party you go to and he always has a great time. No, an amazing time. This dude is a legend. You hear about all of the crazy things this guy does; swimming in the river in the middle of winter? It was bet; his 24h keg challenge? Did it without giving it a second thought; and the senior girl he slept with when he was only a freshman? I told you, a legend. He is the guy every girl wants to take to formal, but no one actually has the guts to ask.

∎ pairing: johnny x reader. 

∎ genre: fratboy!johnny; angst; smut; 

∎ warning: NSFW (explicit sexual content); alcohol and drugs consumption; 

∎ word count: +30k. 

∎ PART I HERE. 

∎ PART II HERE. 

➼ THE TRUST FUND BABY - DOYOUNG. 

∎ This guy is everything a fraternity’s dreams are made of. He is always decked out in designer gear. Every. Single. Day. We get it, you have money and you’re probably a business major. He’s the most confident person in the room because he knows that nothing can touch him thanks to mommy and daddy’s money. Humility is probably not something he practices very often, so don’t be surprised when he acts like he owns he place (and his parents might actually own the place).

∎ pairing: doyoung x reader. 

∎ genre: fratboy!doyoung; richboy!doyoung; angst; enemies to lovers; fake dating; SLOWBURN; smut;

∎ warning: NSFW; alcohol consumption;

∎  word count: 46k. 

∎ PART I HERE. 

∎ PART II HERE. 

➼ THE SHADOW - MARK

∎ Okay, how the hell did this guy even get in? He is an enigma; he is just a shadow on the wall. He is often at events but you never really see him properly. He just kind of floats from group to group and does his thing. He never really sticks around for long, but never seems to bother anyone. Everyone loves him, but you don’t know how to feel about him. 

∎ pairing: mark x reader. 

∎ genre: angst; strangers to friends to lovers; mythology; SLOWBURN;

∎ warning; none.

∎ word count: 20k. 

∎ READ HERE. 

➼ THE BRO - HAECHAN. 

∎ Always drinking beer, he’s one of the most fun frat boys to party with. He is the one to invite people to the frat house parties, be the loudest at football games, and hypes everyone up during a game of beer pong. The thing is, nobody has ever seen him in class. Seriously, is he even a student here? Also, he definitely thinks that any day that ends in a “y” is a perfect day to blackout. 

∎ pairing: haechan x reader. 

∎ genre: angst; friends to lovers; childhood best friends; fluff; 

∎ warning: suggestive; alcohol constumption; 

∎ word count: 11k. 

∎ READ HERE.

➼ THE SWEETHEART - TAEIL.

∎ He is the one who takes care of everyone. He will make sure everyone gets home safe and will have a bucket ready if you need to throw up. He will also probably be the one to make sure you get to sleep it off, and he will make sure his brothers don’t make bad decisions during the night. And I mean, any night. You want to go back home but you can’t find your friends? Don’t worry, if he is around he will happily volunteer to walk you back. 

∎ pairing: taeil x reader. 

∎ genre: x. 

∎ warning: x. 

∎ word count: x. 

∎ soon. 

➼ THE JERK - YUTA. 

∎ This is the one brother that just is a real jerk. He’s the one that causes issues for the fraternity and other organizations because of his personal vendettas. Sometimes he’s even mean to his own brothers. He’s just a hard person to like as a whole, but maybe behind that façade of bad boy there’s something more, you just have to break it down to find out. 

∎ pairing: yuta x reader. 

∎ genre: angst; fluff; SLOWBURN!; strangers to…something; fratboy!yuta; ballerina!reader . 

∎ waning: alcohol consumption; violence; abusive relationship with parents;  

∎ word count: 22k. 

∎ READ HERE.

∎READ PART II HERE.

➼ THE EINSTEIN - JUNGWOO. 

∎ This is the frat guy who you are convinced got in just to raise the chapters overall GPA. He sits behind you in your macro class and always knows the answers. In fact, he was probably the only one to pass the midterm.  He is still very attractive and looks like he belongs in the frat, too, so this one is probably husband material. 

∎ pairing: jungwoo x reader.

∎ genre: strangers to lovers; lovers to enemies; mythology!; SLOWBURN; ANGST; some fluff at some point; 

∎ waning: smut; mention of drugs; mention of bullying; 

∎ word count: 24k.

∎ READ HERE.

➼ THE HEARTBREAKER - TAEYONG. 

∎ He is handsome, oh! so handsome, and oh! so sweet. He has the perfect amount of charm and a really great body. He is hilarious and makes you feel like you have the “high school crush” butterflies all over again. He is so easy to like and that is what makes him so dangerous. A man like him can never be tied down so he just floats around like a hot dream. You love to hate him and hate that you love him. 

∎ pairing: taeyong x reader.

∎ genre: pianist!taeyong; fluff at some point; ANGST; a very sad ending; strangers to lovers; 

∎ waning: suggestive but not quite nsfw. 

∎ word count: 30k.

∎ READ PART I HERE.

∎ READ PART II HERE.

➼ THE JOCK - JAEHYUN.

∎ This all – star athlete brings glory to the frat with his skills on the court. It’s obvious that he was always picked firs in gym class – he’s versatile in every sport. He helps elevate the frat’s bragging rights even though he’s the one who held the team up. He is always at the gym and trying to get his brothers to go with him to lose those beer guts. Oh, and he’s shirtless almost every time you see him. Anywhere. He is absolutely full of himself, but why wouldn’t he? He has the perfect body. If you can’t find him at the house, chances are you can find him at the gym. 

∎ pairing: jaehyun x reader.

∎ genre: x.

∎ waning: x.

∎ word count: x.

∎ soon.

The Ones who Matter the Most

Request for: motherly captain!reader where they get heavily injured during an expedition and wouldn’t wake up for weeks. [original request can be found here]

Word Count: 6.2k (oops, it flows tho)

Warnings: major character injury, descriptions of injury, angst and some fluff, female pronouns used for reader.

A/n: I think I’m addicted to the reader being motherly so thank you for requesting this. I also listened to ‘arcade’ the orchestral version on repeat while writing so ahahah sorry for how intense it gets. This was also loosely (not a spoiler for it though) inspired by one of the chapters in the aot2 game. Enjoy <3

It took hours of convincing on Hange’s end to persuade Erwin to think capturing more Titan’s was a good idea. When Hange’s proposal was brought up at a weekly meeting, multiple squad leaders present turned it down. It sparked debate about whether it was a useful application of their precious resources and especially after last time, it was hard to persuade some of them that it could be worth it again. Losing Sawney and Bean had been a personal loss for Hange, but there were others who saw it as an insult to the resources they’d put into the experiment. The whole while Erwin mediated the meeting and for the most part, you’d stayed out of it. On a rare occasion you would pitch in, always in favour of Hange’s argument, it was important to advance their knowledge, but you hardly engaged in the others dissension.

“Very well. Its clear the opinion is split. Hange, I support your proposal,” at these words Hange’s spirits seemed to visibly lift “however, it will be up to each squad leader to decide whether their squad will take part.” Their shoulders slumped again at Erwin’s words, after all, the divide in opinion had been so strong, it was not looking favorably that many would join.

“I’m happy to join Hange.” You put forward to first word of support and Hange offered you an appreciative nod. A weighty silence fell over the room and for a second no one else spoke. You wondered if your squad and Hange’s would be enough, it wouldn’t be easy, but it could be done.

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🔥The Angelus Mortis (2/2)🔥

A/N: Here is part 2 of “The Angelus Mortis”! Part 1 is linked below if you haven’t read that part yet. Thank you for reading!

Part 1

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The next day, Erwin woke up early to visit (Y/N) one last time before he had to hand her over to the MP’s. He sighed in disappointment. He thought he had been getting through to her, especially after she had given him her name, but he was left with nothing but false hope when she remained adamant about not answering any of his questions. He ran one of his large hands through his blonde locks in frustration as he made his way down the stone steps into the gloomy dungeon below.

He had no idea why he felt so conflicted when it came to this woman, why he had a feeling she was a better person than she was letting on. His heart battled with his brain as he walked, causing him to groan when he felt a headache begin to form. Why did he feel like he was missing something? Something important? He knew she would be a valuable asset to the Survey Corps if she cooperated, her strength rivaling that of Levi’s which would give them two vital weapons on the field. And he was sure that under Levi’s supervision she would flourish, maybe even develop a friendship with the sullen man. Maybe that’s why he felt so strange, because it was a missed opportunity?

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