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Fandom: Attack on Titan Pairing: Health Inspector! Levi x f!Reader Tags: slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, romance, smut (18+) Word Count: 100.1k+ | work in progress

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Chapter 19

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Finally, he lets out a frustrated breath. “Fuck, this is stupid.”

“What is?”

His gaze flicks toward you before dropping to the deck. 

“I know it was just a game, and I know he wasn’t doing anything,” he says. “But his damn hands didn’t need to be that high up.”

You blink, not quite understanding at first. Then it clicks, and a smile starts to pull at your mouth. “Levi…”

His eyes narrow. “Don’t.”

“Were you…” You try to hold back your smile and fail. “Were you jealous?”

He hesitates. “No.”

A laugh escapes you. “Oh my god. You so were!”

He groans and turns his face away. “Forget I said anything.”

The tips of his ears are turning red now, and that only makes you laugh harder. He tries to glare, but the twitch at the corner of his mouth gives him away. 

“You were jealous of Miche touching me,” you tease, and reach over to poke him in the side, but his hand darts out, catching your wrist before you can.

“I’m going to throw you overboard.”

“You’re so cute.”

He looks back at you, unimpressed. “Cute?”

“Very.” Your laughter fades into a smile. His fingers remain loosely wrapped around your wrist, so you turn your hand in his grasp and press your palm to his. He lets you thread your fingers through his without protest.

Definitely not mad, then. Just jealous. Because Miche had his hands on you.

The thought sends a ridiculous little thrill through you. Levi wanted you enough that even something completely harmless had gotten under his skin. It shouldn’t make your stomach tighten the way it does, but… god, it does.

Your gaze lingers on your joined hands before slowly lifting to his face.

“For what it’s worth,” you murmur, “I would’ve rather had your hands on me.”

Levi goes completely still. The amusement fades from his expression, and his eyes drop to your mouth.

“Yeah?” he asks, his voice noticeably lower.

You nod slowly. “Yeah.”

His free hand closes around your waist, thumb pressing into the strip of bare skin above your waistband as he draws you closer.

“You sure you want to say shit like that when we’re alone?”

Your stomach flutters, pulse jumping at the warning in his voice. Still, you lean in slightly, playing along.

“Why?” you ask. “What are you going to do about it?”

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Fandom: Attack on Titan Pairing: Health Inspector! Levi x Reader Word Count: 100.1k | work in progress Tags: strangers to friends to lovers, modern au, slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love, fluff, romance, smut (18+) Summary: You run your café much like you run your life—steady, structured, and steeped in routine. When Levi Ackerman arrives for a routine health inspection, he’s surprised to find himself drawn to the quiet comfort of the space… and the owner who keeps it running. What starts as an awkward first meeting turns into an easy friendship neither of you expected, built on shared tea and comfortable silence. Over time, almost without noticing, it becomes something more.

Chapter 18

Excerpt

You dunk the tea bag into the mug and watch the water darken around it before pulling out your phone to set a timer. As you place it on the counter, the writing across the side of the mug catches your eye.

World’s Sexiest

Health and Safety Inspector

You pause, then turn the mug slightly in your hands.

I Like My Kitchens Clean

And My Violations Dirty

A laugh bursts out of you. “Oh my god.”

Erwin looks over as you turn it around to show him. He leans in to read it, then chuckles under his breath.

“I didn’t realize I gave you that one.”

“Please tell me this belongs to Levi.”

“It was intended to,” he nods. “Hange gave it to him for his birthday the year after we graduated.”

“Of course they did.”

“He flat out refused to take it, so Hange slipped it into his backpack. Levi put it on their desk, they left it in his, and that continued for several weeks.” Erwin pauses to take a sip of his coffee. “I believe it ended up in his bathroom at one point.”

Your head lifts. “His bathroom?”

“I chose not to ask.”

Probably wise.

“So Levi finally threw it away?”

“Several times, actually.” Erwin nods toward the mug in your hands. “I found it in the hallway trash and brought it here. He found it again last summer and attempted to dispose of it a second time.”

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Fandom: Attack on Titan Pairing: Health Inspector! Levi x Reader Word Count: 89.4k | work in progress Tags: strangers to friends to lovers, modern au, slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love, fluff, eventual romance, eventual smut, grief Summary: You run your café much like you run your life—steady, structured, and steeped in routine. When Levi Ackerman arrives for a routine health inspection, he’s surprised to find himself drawn to the quiet comfort of the space… and the owner who keeps it running. What starts as an awkward first meeting turns into an easy friendship neither of you expected, built on shared tea and comfortable silence. Over time, almost without noticing, it becomes something more.

Chapter 17

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For a while, the two of you just sit there watching the ocean.

You tilt your head back toward the sky. The stars are impossibly bright out here, strewn across the darkness in glittering clusters that seem close enough to touch. There are so many more than you’re used to, unobscured by city lights and glowing buildings. Somewhere among them, a familiar pattern catches your eye.

“Look,” you murmur, pointing upward. “I think that’s the Big Dipper.”

Levi follows your gesture, squinting faintly at the sky. “I don’t see shit.”

You snort softly. “No, look. Those four stars make the bowl, and the three trailing off there are the handle.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to know which stars you’re pointing at?” he says, turning toward you.

“Because they’re literally right—”

Your breath catches mid-sentence as you turn toward him, his face mere inches away.

Levi stills too.

The teasing in his eyes fades slowly as they move over yours, something darker burning behind them now—something you’ve caught glimpses of all evening.

Suddenly, you wish that you could read his mind. When his eyes flicker to your lips for half a second, you think you might know.

And then—

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Fandom: Attack on Titan Pairing: Health Inspector! Levi x Reader Word Count: 83.2k | work in progress Tags: strangers to friends to lovers, modern au, slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love, fluff, eventual romance, eventual smut, grief Summary: You run your café much like you run your life—steady, structured, and steeped in routine. When Levi Ackerman arrives for a routine health inspection, he’s surprised to find himself drawn to the quiet comfort of the space… and the owner who keeps it running. What starts as an awkward first meeting turns into an easy friendship neither of you expected, built on shared tea and comfortable silence. Over time, almost without noticing, it becomes something more.

It’s been eleven years. A gust of wind shifts the branches overhead, and sunlight filters through in soft patterns across the ground. He closes his eyes as the warmth brushes against his face. He can see her. Long, dark hair—the same as his. The warmth in her tired eyes. Her fingers moving through his hair, voice low as she sang him to sleep over the noise of the apartment. He holds onto that feeling as long as he can. Then Isabel. Always loud and laughing at something stupid. Her hair half tied into uneven red pigtails, already falling out no matter how many times they fixed it. He and Furlan used to have to hold her still just to get a brush through it. She'd fight them the whole time, and when they were done, it still looked like they hadn't done a damn thing.  He reaches into the caddy for a towel, shakes it out, and lays it carefully in front of the stones. Then he pulls out a soft-bristled brush, sweeping away fallen leaves and dried dirt caught in the grooves of the carving. He takes the spray bottle and mists the surface, wiping it down with a cloth. He folds it to a dry side and goes back over it again, working carefully through each carved letter. He peels the plastic from each bouquet, crinkling loud in the quiet, and sets it aside before arranging a few stems into the holders at the base of each stone. He adjusts them until they sit just right. His hand smooths over his mother’s headstone, fingers slowing as they pass over her name. The stone is rough beneath his palm. He flexes his still-bandaged fingers.

Chapter 16

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Walking into his apartment at seven in the morning to find his friends sprawled across his living room doesn’t surprise him—thanks to Furlan’s warning over the phone.

Miche’s loud ass snoring cuts through a few half-awake greetings as he looks around—Hange cross legged on the floor, Erwin in the armchair, Furlan on the couch with Petra stretched out, her head in his lap.

Leave it to Four Eyes to drag everyone out in the middle of the night and rally them for a full day of work. Even if he’d never say it to their faces, he’s grateful you have them—people willing to show up for you without question, no matter the hour.

He regrets the thought the second Hange jumps to their feet, nearly sloshing their coffee on his rug as they set it down before crossing the room in a few quick strides to crush him in a bear hug. Arms pinned awkwardly at his sides, he resists the immediate urge to shove them off. He could—easily. But… he’s not a complete asshole. And, begrudgingly, he reminds himself of everything they’re doing to help.

So he just… stands there and takes it. For a few seconds. When they still don’t let go, he forces out, “Get—the fuck—off me.”

They laugh, loosening their grip. “I’m shocked you didn’t immediately shove me away, shorty.” At Levi’s glare, their grin only widens. “Gotta take what I can get.”

Fandom: Attack on Titan Pairing: Health Inspector! Levi x Reader Word Count: 75.4k+ | work in progress Tags: strangers to friends to lovers, modern au, slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love, fluff, eventual romance, eventual smut, grief, panic attacks Summary: You run your café much like you run your life—steady, structured, and steeped in routine. When Levi Ackerman arrives for a routine health inspection, he’s surprised to find himself drawn to the quiet comfort of the space… and the owner who keeps it running. What starts as an awkward first meeting turns into an easy friendship neither of you expected, built on shared tea and comfortable silence. Over time, almost without noticing, it becomes something more.

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Chapter 15

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“I’m driving you because I care about you, shitty brat.”

A small huff of laughter slips from you, easing some of the tension in his shoulders as you settle back into your seat.

“I know you do,” you say. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to question…” Your gaze drops to where your fingers remain laced with his. “I guess it’s just hard for me to wrap my head around someone being there just… for me. Ever since… well. You know.”

He does know. Enough, at least. Not the full story—only that whatever happened forced you to grow up far sooner than you should have. He knows what that kind of grief does to a person. He can’t fault you for keeping it buried when he does the same.

His thoughts drift to the worn leather journal resting in the back seat. To the page tucked carefully at the very end that carried him through nights he would rather forget.

He’s never shown it to anyone. Not even Furlan. Still… he can’t help but wonder if letting you see that part of him might offer some small comfort. Might ease even a fraction of what you’re carrying. Before he can think better of it, he says your name. Your curious gaze meets his and his pulse kicks a little faster.

Is he really doing this?

But when your eyes soften, the small hint of a smile quiets the last of his doubt.

“Reach into my bag on the floor in the back seat,” he says. “There’s a leather journal.”

Your brows draw together, but you do as he asks. He swallows as you sift carefully through the bag before settling back into your seat, journal resting in your lap as you wait for him to continue.

Fuck. Calm down.

He takes a steady breath.

“Turn to the very back.”

As the journal opens, his stomach drops for a moment as he remembers everything else written there—pages never meant for anyone else’s eyes. But when you flip straight to the back, bypassing the rest entirely, he breathes in relief. 

The familiar page rests where he left it. Your finger traces lightly along the darkened, scorched edge.

He can feel your attention on him, waiting for something more, but he can’t quite bring himself to look your way.

“Read that,” he says. “If you want.”

He recites the words silently, long since memorized—every phrase, every line, every imperfection burned into the paper… and into him.

Fandom: Attack on Titan Pairing: Health Inspector! Levi x Reader Word Count: 72k+ | work in progress Tags: strangers to friends to lovers, modern au, slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love, fluff, eventual romance, eventual smut, grief, panic attacks Summary: You run your café much like you run your life—steady, structured, and steeped in routine. When Levi Ackerman arrives for a routine health inspection, he’s surprised to find himself drawn to the quiet comfort of the space… and the owner who keeps it running. What starts as an awkward first meeting turns into an easy friendship neither of you expected, built on shared tea and comfortable silence. Over time, almost without noticing, it becomes something more.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader Word Count: 1.3K CW: shoulder dislocation, professional/ethical boundary crossing, swearing, wrist pinning @au-pril-blog

“I’m fucking fine,” the man growls through clenched teeth, twisting to yank his limp arm from your grasp. “I dont need you to—”

“Sir—” you cut in firmly, even as you internally wince at the movement. His shoulder is unnaturally flat, the distinct lump an obvious sign of a dislocation. “You need to stay still so I can reduce it. If you keep moving, you risk worsening the injury—increased pain, prolonged recovery… even permanent damage.”

His returning glare cuts straight through you. Still, as you hold your ground, meeting his stare, you register just how light his eyes are—a pale, striking shade of grey you don’t think you’ve ever seen before. You shove that thought aside. Attractive patients aren’t exactly rare… though most of them aren’t total assholes.

The air between you is tense as you both refuse to back down. Something flickers low in your stomach as you hold his gaze. Annoyance. Probably. But you don’t budge. 

He exhales through his nose and rolls his eyes.

“I could’ve done this myself,” he mutters. “But fucking fine. Whatever. I don’t have all day.”