⋆⁺₊❅. Sweater Weather ⋆⁺₊❅.
❅ Prompt 27 "Ugly sweaters"
❅ Characters Levi x Gn!reader - Hange - Moblit - Miche
❅ Content Modern AU / SFW / Non-binary Hange
❅ Warning Swearwords / Slightly suggestive
❅ Requested by @littlerequiem
Perched on the edge of the bed, Levi was scowling at the woolen monstrosity in his lap.
The hideous, garish knitted crap was not the only reason that got him so grouchy. As if the icy roads and blinding snow weren’t enough torture, the car heater breaking down halfway through the drive to the chalet had pissed him off to no end.
Yet, it was nothing compared to the sensory overload that had hit him like a slap in the face as soon as you had finally crossed the threshold together, snow melting off your boots and chilled to the bone.
Hange had welcomed you with a beaming smile, their reindeer antlers headband bobbing ridiculously as they had pulled Levi in a crushing hug that had knocked the wind out of him.
They had plucked your suitcase off your hands and shown you around the house with unconcealed pride, raising their voice to cover the Christmas songs blasting away in the living-room and blabber about how long it had taken them and Moblit to decorate, the poor man failing to tone down their festive enthusiasm, thus ending in an eyesore of multicoloured blinking lights, glittering tinsels and kitschy ornaments.
Visibly weary after hours of dealing with his friend’s antics, said man was currently slumped in the couch, nursing a glass of amber liquid as he stared into space, barely waving as you greeted him on your way to the stairs.
“We need help for the food and other stuff down there, so don’t fool around too long!” they had said -with what they intended as an impish wink but ended up blinking instead- before closing the door of your bedroom upstairs.
You turned from the wardrobe where you were hanging your coats, raising an eyebrow at his statement.
“I don’t think you have much of a choice, given you agreed to come,” you smirked.
“And I already regret it,” he groaned, fingers clutching at the fabric.
“Oh, c’mon Vi!” you urged him on, plopping down on the bed and prodding him in the ribs. “It’s festive!”
He grabbed your hand to push it back.
“What’s festive about my best friend roping me into this kind of crap whenever they get the chance?” he spat, his brow furrowing deeper with irritation.
“Don’t be so dramatic!” You scooted closer to him, your hand now resting on his thigh.
“You knew the sweater contest was the highlight of Hange’s party, right?”
He cursed under his breath. “Course I knew, but…”
His face puckered into an adorable pout.
“But what?” You whispered, gently drawing circles over his thigh with your thumb. “Why did you agree if it miffes you so much?”
“Tch, as if I could say no,” he sighed. ”Ever.”
“What?” You chuckled. “Why?”
He seemed reluctant but replied nonetheless.
“Hange’s my friend, my best friend, and you..” he trailed off.
“Yeah, you.” He pointed a finger close to your face. “You paired up with them and pulled me down into your shitty trap!”
As much as you wanted to act offended, you laughed and moved closer to him instead.
He didn’t resist when your hand slid up his toned chest to push him down slowly.
“You mean you can’t resist me?” you teased in a low voice, crawling over him as soon as he lay on the comfortable mattress.
A faint blush crept up his cheeks and he averted his gaze, muttering something unintelligible.
“So… you’ll wear it?” you whispered with your sultriest tone, your hot breath tickling his ear.
“Nn-noo,” he moaned, trying his best to resist the soft caress of your thumb on his lower lip.
“Please, Levi,” you murmured, “do it for me!”
“Wh-why would I?” He was panting now.
“Because you love me,” you breathed seductively before kissing that sensitive spot under his ear.
“Ff-fuck! O-okay, I’ll wear whatever you want but…” his hands rested on your waist and his lips sought yours, “but just kiss me already!”
You couldn’t help but smile at the endearing desperation in his tone and leaned in to kiss him.
As your lips met his in a soft touch, the door burst open, allowing both Hange’s off-key caroling -which had been conveniently muffled so far- and a blond hairy mug to invade your bubble and stop you dead.
“The hell you doing, sasquatch?” Levi snapped. “Never learned to knock?”
You rolled over the bed and stood up, smoothing down your shirt.
“Glad to see you too, midget,” he smirked. “Everybody’s here by now, so drag your pretty ass downstairs and make yourself useful for once!”
“Shit!” Levi hissed between his teeth.
Five minutes later, you dragged Levi downstairs, his ugly sweater matching yours, his face sourer than you had ever seen.
Bursts of laughter broke through the loud music from the living-room.
"This is hell," he muttered, pinching his nose.
Before stepping in, you squeezed his hand in yours and placed a kiss on his temple.
“C’mon, Grinch,” you spurred him on. “We’ve got a party to crash.”
❅ A/N Not beta or proof read / English is not my usual language
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