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Healing, Scars, ‘let me take care of you tonight.’
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yeee giving me all the good stuff 👀
Peaky Blinders AU, gang leader!Levi, established relationship
“Come over here.”
“No.”
“You’re being stubborn.”
She’s met with an audible huff, and she rolls her eyes dramatically. Levi Ackerman is more stubborn than her worst stallions, impossible to break, and he's equally as cold at times.
This is not one of those times.
He's struggling to keep his posture, and he favors his left side as he makes his way over to the bar cart, opening the decanter to pour a generous amount of whiskey into a glass. He knocks his back without so much as blinking, and then pours again. This time, he has the decency to glance over at Historia before asking, "Care for a drink?"
He sounds so nonchalant, like he isn't bleeding out of his fucking side, and she wants to smack him.
Historia abruptly stands from her spot and walks over to Levi, grabbing his arm and tugging him to his desk. She shoves him into his chair, and he manages to keep from spilling his whiskey, raising a brow at her.
"If you're eager, just tell me."
"Shut up," she bites at him. "Take your shirt off. And before you complain about messing up your chair, you should have thought about that before getting into a bloody shootout at the club."
Levi fixes her with an annoyed look, and perhaps she deserves it - he didn't intentionally get into a brawl at Zeke Yeager's nightclub, but it's not his fault that the bastard has shit security and let the fucking Military Police break up their business meeting. Nonetheless, he strips off his suit jacket and vest. He folds them both, and he sets his wallet and pocket watch on the desk neatly. His white shirt has a massive bloodstain on the left side, by his ribs, and he reeks of gin without the additional bloodied layers of clothing masking it.
She watches as he slowly takes off his shirt, grimacing as the movement pulls at his bullet wound. When he's left shirtless, she's given the sight of his torso: dark bruises are blooming on his ribs, a superficial graze from a bullet on his shoulder, and worst of all, the bullet wound in his left side, just underneath his ribs. The blood from the wound is smeared, and the wound is gaping, still bleeding, albeit slowly now.
"Jean fished out the bullet, did he?" Historia asks, clearly unimpressed. She digs into her first aid bag on the desk to grab the suture kit. "He always makes such a mess."
Levi grunts, unwilling to dignify her with a response.
She reaches back into the bag, plucking out a small, four ounce bottle of alcohol. He eyes it warily when she pulls the stopper off, and he frowns at the smell.
"Take a drink," she instructs, and he listens, downing the remainder of his whiskey. As soon as he swallows, she pours the alcohol over his wound; with his teeth gritted, he lets out a guttural shout, brows knotted together.
She sets the empty bottle on his jacket, knowing that if she places it on his desk and it ruins the finish, he'll give her hell for it later.
"Need another fucking drink," Levi complains as she grabs the suture kit, and then she lowers to her knees beside his chair. The needle is already threaded, and she sets straight to work.
"After I'm done." Historia begins to stitch up the wound, thankful that Levi's pain tolerance is ridiculously high, keeping him from flinching away from her.
He watches her tend to him in silence. Her eyebrows have a line between them as she focuses, her lips pursed, and she makes no further comments about Levi's habit of finding himself in violent situations. After being with him for a few months, she learned that he doesn't seek them out, but he cannot shy away from them, either. He has a business to protect, people to take care of, and a life to lead.
She is now a part of that life.
Levi doesn't know what he would do if she walked away.
As much as he doesn't want to admit it, he would throw everything away if that's what it takes to keep her. He has resigned himself to the fact that he can't move forward if Historia is no longer by his side.
So he tries to not wall himself off entirely.
"Thank you."
She looks up at him, curious about the gratitude while she's sticking a needle into his skin.
"For fixing me up," he clears his throat. "You don't have to."
Returning to her task, she doesn't even try to hide her fond smile. "Yes I do." She finishes and holds a hand open; he takes the little scissors from the kit and hands them over. She cuts the thread, having tied it off, and she stands back up. "Who else would put you back together?"
He frowns, unsure how to tell her that she holds him together every moment she spends with him.
Historia brushes off her skirt, tidying up her space and closing up the first aid bag. He waits until she's finished to grab her arm, gently pulling her into his lap. She sits on one of his thighs, careful not to lean into him too much; he doesn't seem to notice the ache in his side, his slate eyes honed in on her. She places a hand on his chest; his skin is hot to the touch, his body sculpted like the statues of gods and heroes in the posh museums she loves to visit. Her fingers ghost over his pectorals, inching up to his collarbone, where a white, four inch scar has long since healed.
When her meets his gaze, there's a blend of emotions on display, and she lets a sigh slip past her lips.
"Levi..."
He tenses, dreading the direction of the conversation with how her toned has shifted. Tears are brimming in her bright eyes, and his stomach turns at the sight.
"What if I can't stitch you back up? What if, one day, you just don't come back? What if I'm left here, waiting for you, but you're taken from me?"
The questions hit him harder than any fist or bullet.
"I can't promise to never get hurt again," Levi murmurs. "I won't lie to you. But, I can promise that I will always come back."
Stray tears fall as she nods. He lifts a hand to wipe them away.
"I promise you."
Mindful to not press on his bruises or freshly stitched wound, Historia leans in to kiss him. She can feel the sting of whiskey on her lips. He tastes salt on hers, but he doesn't mind.
She moves her hand a few inches lower so she can feel his heartbeat.
"Let me take care of you tonight," she murmurs. "Please."
He mutters a weak fine, and then he kisses her deeper.
After three long years, the time has come for Levi to finally meet his daughter. However, learning to fly again won't be as easy as he thought. Broken, crippled, and scarred, it will take Levi some time to gain his wings again... However, can his baby daughter be the one to bring him back from the brink? RivaHisuweek21 prompts.
Rivahisu Week 2021
Day 6 - Free Day
Prompts: Majesty: I could always use some tea.
The last and final prompt. I hope you enjoy
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Art is something we don’t tend to get a lot of our side of the fandom (whyyyy?? They look so good together 😭) But @volf7ung-rvhs has kept us extremely well fed in this department and it has not gone unnoticed.
I think I speak on behalf of our whole little community when I say, THANK YOU - you are amazing, an asset to our ship and a true Rivahisu champion! 💛
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lavender, “I missed you”, one moment I was tearing off your blouse, now you’re living in my house. What happened to just messing around?
L a v e n d a r S o a p & L o v e S o n g s
For @little--lotte
The smells were the hardest things to forget.
He was ridiculously clean; so naturally, everything smelled wonderful in his home. The kitchen was all citrus and bleach; the living room - expensive wax polish, bringing the floors to an impeccable gleam, and whichever reed diffuser was flavour of the month. Of the five she spent there, with him, three months were filled with memories of sandalwood, so she took that to be a favourite of his.
It was the intimate spaces, though, which Historia remembered most vividly. His bathroom and bedroom were always filled with the scent of lavender. It was that luxury soap he was so fond of - the floral, earthy notes clung to his tub and his clothes and his skin - she could recall breathing it in at the crook of his neck as he held her, naked and spent, tangled in the pristinely white sheets of his bed.
Lavender seemed like such a soft, feminine scent for a man. It was an odd contrast to his brooding masculinity, and this only made it more difficult to banish from her mind.
She left on a Monday.
It fucking rained, too.
Levi sat outside of work in his car, his perfectly pressed suit damp from the downpour, and re-read her text.
I’ve been thinking about what you said, last night. About wondering how things went so quickly from you tearing off my blouse to me moving in. I haven’t stopped thinking about it, actually, and I’m not sure I understand. So quickly? I don’t feel like it was that quick. And I know exactly how we got here. I remember every second. But maybe I jumped the gun a little. We were only supposed to be messing around anyway, right? Think we’re both on different pages. I left my key under the pot at the front. His x
The rain drummed against the windscreen. Levi just stared at the words on the screen, willing them to make sense. After twenty minutes, they still didn’t.
“FUCK.” He ran a hand through his hair, leaning his head back against the headrest. He was a damned idiot. Why had he said that? He hadn’t even meant anything by it. It was just an observation. Screw him and his inability to think before opening his shitty mouth. Especially during sex. Especially with her.
Amidst the sound of rain, the crappy playlist of love songs she’d made him - the one he’d rather have died than admit to actually listening to on the regular - completed the soundtrack to his heartbreak.
Last night.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
Levi cupped Historia’s face, his lips pressed to the underside of her jaw. He could feel the way her nails bit into the skin of his back, surely leaving her mark as he fucked her into the mattress with abandon. He couldn’t have cared less.
Not like he had anyone else to be concerned about anymore. It was just him and her; had been for months now. Shit, he was a lucky bastard. As Erwin and Mike themselves insisted on reminding him at work on a daily basis. They were constantly in awe of him bagging a girl so much younger. He hadn’t meant it to happen, though. She was in her last year of university; worked in a coffee shop they frequented. The attraction had been immediate and mutual, if the shared glances and the way she insisted on gently touching his elbow or shoulder every time she served him, was anything to go by. She’d been the one to slip him her number, though. When he didn’t use it, she’d boldly cornered him on his way back from the men’s during his next visit, asked him why he hadn’t used it - and he’d finally thought, fuck it all to hell, grabbed her around the waist and kissed her there and then. He’d been flushed when he got back to their table, and she was red in the face, too, behind the counter. Erwin and Mike had just looked at him knowingly. Hours later, she was at his place, and he was tearing off her work blouse; buttons spraying his polished wood floor.
And now here they were. Her toothbrush in his bathroom, her ridiculous shoe collection in his closet, her work blouse hanging in his wardrobe.
The thought made him slow his thrusts. He moved his lips back to hers, kissing her deeply, before pulling back a little to look at her. Her eyes were hooded with lust, cheeks flushed, mouth parted as she gazed up at him. She was fucking perfect.
“You ever wonder,” he breathed, “how we got from me tearing off your blouse, to you living in my house? So much for messing around, huh?”
36 Days Later.
Historia covered her hand with her mouth, eyes screwed tightly closed, and sobbed against her palm.
She sat alone in the kitchen of her shared apartment with her uni friends. It’d been lucky no-one had answered their roommate add, and they’d been happy to let her move back in with them when she left him.
Her phone lay on the counter before her, unlocked, screen displaying a text from an unsaved number, received 36 days ago.
Wow. Okay then. That’s it?
How many times had she re-read that stupid text in the last 36 days? How many times had she wished, so so badly, that he’d just tried a little more? Made some attempt to stop her? Instead, his lacklustre response had only made her decision make more sense to her.
It had been her, ever since the beginning, that had pursued him. It had been all her. It had had taken a few simple words from him, during sex, of all times, to put it all into perspective.
It had been her idea that she move in with him. She was there most of the time anyway, it only made sense to make it official.
Of course he wasn’t going to protest. She was young, attractive and had always been there for him after a stressful day in the office, whether he just wanted a fuck or food and wine. But she also still had her own friends, her own life - she was hardly high maintenance. She was convenient.
When had he ever had to really try? She just offered herself on a plate to him, and he took all she had to give in his usual stoic manner - a man of few words, and it seemed, even fewer emotions. Even when she’d sent him that deeply thought out, lovingly curated playlist on Valentine’s, the response she’d gotten had been nothing short of bland and uninterested.
Nice. Thanks.
She was an idiot, alright. No-one to blame but herself. She nudged her phone away, no longer able to face the words without sobbing harder. She was so pathetic, she’d made herself delete his number, but kept the text.
Just in case.
In case what? The past got magically altered and he somehow learned to emote like a normal human being?
She needed to face facts: she was never supposed to be anything more than a bit of messing around for Levi. She’d just gotten the wrong idea, and now she was paying for her foolishness.
Eyes dried enough to apply some mascara, work blouse buttoned and jacket shrugged on, Historia finally dragged herself out of the door for her shift at the coffee shop.
Even the idea of work still hurt. Levi and his colleagues had stopped coming to their place. Made sense that he wouldn’t want the hassle of facing her. There were plenty of decent places to get a cup of black tea and two coffees in the city. The place where she worked wasn’t special anymore. It was an inconvenience.
On the way in, she passed by a cute little cosmetics boutique place that had opened up. A few items caught her eye in the window. She checked the time. She was early. Maybe it was time to cheer herself up. She shoved the door open, deciding she’d treat herself to a new eyeshadow palette, or maybe some waterproof mascara, at least.
She was at the checkout when a stack of luxury soaps caught her eye on the counter.
Rose, Lily of the Valley, Lime & Bergamot …
And Lavender.
She bit the inside of her cheek, and tossed one into her basket.
36 damn days. She needed to get a grip of herself.
36 days.
36 days of fucking agony.
Levi drummed his fingers lightly on the desktop, staring at the numbers displaying on his screen. He couldn’t focus.
Again.
He hadn’t been able to focus properly since that afternoon in the parking lot. When he’d sent her that shit text. Why, why, why was he so absolutely dire with words? His mind had come up blank. He hadn’t a clue what to say to her. So instead, he’d pretty much said fuck all.
What a slap in the face that must have been for her.
Ironic how, since then, the words wouldn’t stop coming, in his head. Constantly. Reasons she should’ve stayed, all the things he’d hope for them, all the ways she was unlike anyone he’d ever been with before.
He wasn’t sure what prompted it, but finally, on day 36 of Historia Reiss’s disappearance from his life, Levi snapped.
He was going to get some tea.
“Back in a bit,” he threw at Mike across the office, shrugging on his jacket. His earphones were popped in, and when he emerged out onto the busy street, he took out his phone and hit play on what had become his go-to playlist.
Who knew there’d been such a massive Taylor Swift fan lying dormant inside him all these years.
It was a quiet, slow afternoon.
Historia was wiping down the countertop when the bell above the door chimed.
She couldn’t bring herself to look up, but at least she could manage a semi-enthusiastic greeting today.
“Hi, what can I get you.”
“Black tea, please.”
She looked up then.
She was as radiant as ever, despite the way her eyes were a little puffy and red.
Shit. Had she been crying?
Levi’s heart drummed as he approached the counter, his usual order falling from his mouth on autopilot.
When she looked up at him with those bold, blue eyes of hers, it stopped him in his tracks.
He yanked out his earphones, shoving them into his pocket. When she didn’t speak, he forced a word to come.
“Hey.”
She didn’t reply. She just set to making his damn tea without a word. He felt like an utter dick, just stood there, as she aggressively tossed a teabag into a cup and flicked on the hot water machine.
Eventually, she threw him a curt comment. “I can bring it over.”
He clenched his jaw. “Okay if I drink it here?”
Getting angry was the only way to stop herself from breaking down, here and now, in the middle of the damn coffee shop.
The sight of him had knocked the breath from her. But now, all she felt was the same old hurt. Why was he here? What was he trying to prove? That he’d moved on completely and wasn’t even affected by the sight of her anymore?
Well, good for him.
“Historia! I found a bag of stuff in the stockroom - waterproof mascara and some fancy lavender soap. This yours?”
Historia’s gaze snapped to her manager, who was now at the other end of the counter, holding Historia’s bag of cosmetics aloft, brow arched.
Levi was staring at it, too.
Historia felt herself turn crimson. “Yeah. Sorry; must have left it in there by accident.”
Her manager shrugged, disappearing back into the room to continue her work. “I’ll put it to one side for you,” she called through the doorway.
Levi turned back to her. “I never knew you were a fan of Lavender?”
She thrust his cup of black tea at him. “Funnily enough, you never did strike me as the type, either.”
He looked down at the cup, then back at her. He seemed like he was holding something in. Something causing him pain.
She turned away.
“Historia … I think you misunderstood me. I fucked up.”
Historia paused, heart missing a beat at his words. She made herself look back over her shoulder at him.
He grimaced, took a slow sip of his tea, and then set it down carefully, eyes never leaving hers. He always did have such an intense, arresting gaze.
“Just listen, for a minute?”
She hesitated, finally allowing herself a nod; so small it could have almost been imperceptible.
“I …” He drew a breath in, as though steeling himself. “I never realised how smart, funny and brilliant you were when all this started. At the beginning, it was just messing around, sure. But then when you left your toothbrush … I’ve never felt so fucking ecstatic to see a shitty little piece of plastic sitting in my bathroom, as pathetic as that might sound. The work blouse I ruined that first night - the one you thought I tossed out; well, I didn’t. I sewed every single one of those bastard buttons back on, but I never gave it back to you cause you’d probably think I was an idiot. I actually enjoy all those sappy songs you used to play around the house. It’s so damn quiet since you left. The playlist you sent me wasn’t just nice; it was perfect. I used to and still do listen to it every day in work like a complete fucking sap. I should have told you.”
Historia felt her breath catch as his garbled word vomit sank in. His ears were pink now as he looked at her.
“I fucked up, Historia. I miss you …”
Levi felt like he’d just taken the biggest shit of his life, so satisfying was it to just purge himself of all the thoughts and feelings surrounding her that he’d had for the past month and five days since she’d left. Fuck it; if she hated him still, that was fine. At least she knew now.
At least he’d admitted to her aloud just how bad he had it for her. What she did with that information was totally up to her. The ball was in her court.
She paused for a moment, eyes wide as she looked at him. And then she turned back away from him.
Shit. She turned back away from him.
“I didn’t buy that soap because I like lavender. I bought it because I missed the smell of you.”
He didn’t miss the way her voice cracked with the last words. It made his chest tight.
She missed him, too?
She fucking missed him, too. He was a damn idiot. Why hadn’t he told her all this sooner?
He itched to wrap his arms around her. To never let her out of his sight again. To tell her he was all hers.
He said her name. She turned back around properly.
“Come home, please. I want to listen to that damn sappy playlist together.”
“Levi …” Her voice was small when she answered, her eyes quite clearly glassy. But then her mouth twitched upwards at the corners. “Do you really listen to it in work? Every day? Even the Taylor Swift stuff?”
Levi grit his teeth, doing his best not to roll his eyes at his own embarrassment. “Yeah. All of it.”
She placed her hand on the countertop. “Maybe …” It slid towards his hesitantly. “I guess … we could give it another listen, together. If you’re sure you’re past … just messing about.”
He covered it with his own without hesitation. He was never gonna hesitate with her again. Ever. “Yeah. Surest I’ve ever felt about anything in my life.”
Historia got off work early that day. Levi called in a favour from Mike.
They went back to his place.
No. They went back to their place.
Historia’s bar of lavender soap was set on the rim of Levi’s tub. They ran a bath. They kissed. A lot.
And as they lay in the sweet-scented bubbles together, they listened to their playlist.
Together.
‘His & Levi: The Story of Us.’
“Not gonna lie though,” Levi whispered in her ear, his voice deadpan. “That title is cheesy as fuck.”
In the dark kitchen of the Survey Corps HQ, Levi sat in silence as he prepared a cup of tea for himself to calm his nerves.
"Each decision you make holds meaning only by affecting your next decision." Those words Erwin spoke to him echoed in his mind. They didn't even have time to collect their bodies or what was left of them. Farlan was his long time companion in the somber, shit infested Underground City, but Isabel... she was different.
Poor girl was so sickly when they took her off the streets. She was a damn wild child, but she was just starting to grow into a wonderful young woman. If they had not been captured that day, Levi would have probably started to speak to her about keeping away from men who would offer her money for dirty deeds. No. He didn't need the girl who called him her "big brother" to do what his mom did. Or she would just end up a gray bag of bones in a bed with some little starving bastard kid of her own. No, he was going to protect her from this dark date of many of the poorer girls on the street.
Did that make Isabel... his sister? He sighed and settled in a chair. His only family left was gone. Farlan's parents had been murdered in a contraband exchange gone wrong, and Isabel's parents had died of the same disease she had. They were all orphan kids who just did what they needed to survive. They couldn't rely on anyone outside of their little pack to hand them anything. If only he had remembered that earlier that day....
He swallowed his tea hard. His whole body hurt. Would he ever have a family again? Tch, if he dreamed hard. It's not like he could ever return to the Underground City and see another poor sickly brat on the streets and take it in. He'd probably just fuck it all up again. Maybe one day, if the government in Sina could get off its ass, they wouldn't have to live like animals.
...
Somewhere, safely within Wall Sina on a large stretch of farmland with a large house, nine year old Historia made her way into her bedroom after a long day outside in the sun. She knew her expected routine by heart.
Wash yourself. Sit nicely at your place at the table away from your grandparents. Don't talk at the table. Go to your room. Be up by seven in the morning to do your chores again.
She had lost track of how long ago it was that her mother had left her, but it still hurt her. Not that her mother liked to talk to her either, but the whole place seemed emptier without her. Maybe one day she'd come back if she'd just be a good girl. But now, she felt like the girl in her book, Krista, who was lost in the dark woods without her mother or father. She was all alone, an orphan girl.
Historia put on her white nightgown and turned to light a lantern on her bedtable. To her surprise, there was something else there. It was a tea cup with steam floating out of it. Confused, Historia looked around for a note or some kind of explanation. Her grandparents didn't ever let her drink tea. It was considered a drink for adults.
Could it have been one of the servants? They never spoke to her either, and they would only listen to the orders of her grandparents. Historia paused. Should she... drink it? There was nobody watching her. And whoever brought her the tea would probably return to take it away again. Cautiously, she drank it. It had a flavor of sweet honey in it. It helped her feel a little better too, and it also made her quickly fall asleep and dream about Krista in the forest.
...
In Reiss Chapel, Frieda kneeled and prayed. Who was this boy with green eyes peering into her mind? He had made her speak to the kitchen help after her last visit with Historia. Tea. It had to be tea with honey. The kitchen help was baffled by this strange request, let alone the fact that it had to be delivered in secret at night.
An image of a sullen man with dark hair flashed into her mind. Somewhere, he was drinking tea for himself.
"Do it," the boy with green eyes ordered. "If you want her to not be like you, you have to let her have this. She has to meet this man, or history will only repeat itself. This nightmare will end for us all."
So much rushed into her mind. Tea. Why did it have to be tea? And then, she saw the farmland. Except instead of servants, there were children running everywhere. They looked ragged and dirty as if they arrived from the Underground City. Then, there was a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes chasing two boys. Was that... Historia? And was that the sullen man walking up to the farm with some more orphan children in tow?
Then, the memories stopped. How could this be? Didn't these children deserve to be off badly? They were sinners who deserved the highest penalty, not a life of comfort before they fleeted out of existence. But she had no control over these memories and what she saw. What was coming in the future would be far, far worse.
Levi took a long drag on his cigarette as he sat perched near the lip of the gutter, the tiles of the old school roof hot through the pants of his overalls.
It wasn’t even 9am yet at Shiganshina High and the heat was already stifling; he’d rolled both sleeves up as far as they’d reach, popping open the top two buttons at his front to let the air get to his neck. Any more and Principle Zackley was sure to be on his ass about suitable ways to wear his uniform on campus.
Tch.
He’d been flushing the gutters and fixing a couple of loose tiles when raised voices below had drawn his attention, and now he sat watching the debacle unfold on the yard below.
“Eren! You little shithead. Why would you do something like that to Historia!?”
“I’ve told you before, Jean, I don’t know what you mean.”
“Fuck you! Don’t get cute with me.”
Levi had to fight the urge to roll his eyes as he watched Jean Kirchstein, biggest jock in the school, square up to that Eren kid - the one who’d not long moved here and didn’t seem to fit in with the others. Despite this reluctance to get involved with any of the other social groups at the school, from what Levi had observed, the guy still had a knack for attracting trouble wherever he went.
It more often than not involved Jean; especially when gothkasa and her blonde pal were around. It was quite evident to Levi that both boys were affected by and vying for the moody, raven haired girl’s attention.
Fucking teenagers.
He watched Eren turn, now nose to nose with the slightly taller Jean.
No doubt the teaching staff would be too busy fawning over one of Erwin’s new sweater vests or trying to stop Four-Eyes setting up some highly inappropriate experiment in her class lab to be bothered dealing with these assholes before the first bell. Shit’d be over before any of them blinked an eye.
Was Levi just gonna leave them to it? Maybe. He tapped the ash from his lit end into his half-drunk bottle of water wedged into the side of the gutter.
Gothkasa and blondie watched from the sidelines, their faces contorted with concern, although they made no move to break up the quarrel. A couple of other seniors had gathered to watch now, too. Levi’s gaze swept the rest of the vicinity. And then, there she was.
Of course.
Supposedly the cause of all this mess.
The Queen Bee herself.
Levi took another long drag of his smoke, the butt held between his index and middle fingers and thumb, his eyes narrowed in her direction. She was surrounded by her little group of mindless disciples as she leaned casually against a tree, looking utterly uninterested in the ruckus that was unfolding just across the yard from her. In fact, she was studying her fingernails so intently as the blonde oaf from the football team leaned to whisper something in her ear, that Levi knew instantly she was acutely aware of what was happening, and doing everything within her power to not give it an ounce of her attention.
What a stuck up little shit.
As though she’d heard his godamn thoughts, she glanced up at the roof. Their eyes met for the briefest of seconds, but then Eren’s raised voice drew his attention directly below again.
Apparently, things had escalated; Jean now gripping Eren by the collar of his shirt.
“What the hell, you animal? You ripped my fucking shirt!”
Before Jean had chance react, Eren’s fist had connected squarely with his jaw, sending the taller guy stumbling backwards. It had some some half decent power behind it, Levi had to admit; if Eren knew how to actually throw a punch, Jean would be on his ass out cold by now, and things would have been over as quickly as they’d started.
Levi would’ve preferred that. Wouldn’t have had to get involved, if that’d been the case. He was gonna have to teach Eren how to throw a better punch.
Jean righted himself, and then launched at the kid. Levi watched them grapple for a minute, their grunts and curses punctuated by a few cheers and whoops from the other seniors.
He sighed, inhaling the last of his cigarette, and then snatched up his water bottle, dropping in the end.
“Kids drive me to this disgusting habit, I swear to god.”
He was at his ladder, sliding down it with ease, in seconds. The bottle hit the trash can in the corner of the yard with a loud clang.
“Oi! You pair of shits!”
At the sound of his voice, Jean immediately let go of Eren’s shirt and stepped away, eyes wide as he caught view of Levi.
“Uh - yeah - sorry. Was just heading to class.”
“Kirschtein. I’m not teaching staff, so I’m not gonna be handing out detentions any time soon, but if I catch you starting shit again, I’ll put my foot up your ass - regardless of what principle Zackley says. Got it?”
Levi watched the kid light up like a flaming beacon, glancing around at his peers, who were already scattering. “Uh - yeah.” He mumbled another apology, before slinking off.
Eren, however, continued to glare at him from Levi’s other side. Levi folded his arms as he turned. “Hey. You.” Eren turned his gaze to Levi.
Funny. Levi felt a pang of recognition at the fire in his green eyes. Sure did remind him of someone.
“If you’re intent on settling shit with your fists, I suggest you improve that right hook.”
“I …”
He didn’t give him chance to explain himself or come up with some shitty excuse, turning his back on him. He could feel Eren’s eyes boring into him as he left, heading in the direction of the outbuildings and his janitor’s shed.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed that the Queen Bee was still loitering at the edge of the yard, back pressed to the tree. Her cronies had left her now, and something about her expression looked a little different as she stared after him.
Levi didn’t hang around to pay attention to it. He ducked around the corner of the building before he could think on either her or Eren any more.
Whatever had gone on between them all; it was of no consequence to him.
———
The following morning, before classes began, there was a knock on his shed door.
Levi cursed, yanking the arm of his overalls up over his shoulder, concealing the nicotine patch he’d just slapped on to his bicep.
“Yeah?”
When he peered around his steel shelving, filled with rows of meticulously labelled boxes of cleaning products, he caught sight of the visitor in his doorway.
Eren.
“Huh? What’s up?”
Eren blinked at him.
Great. Levi guessed he’d probably damaged something with that shitty temper of his.
He shoved his hands into his pockets. “What did you break?”
“Oh, nothing.” Eren shook his head. “I just … what you said, about my punch, yesterday. I was just wondering … could you teach me? How to throw a better punch?”
It was Levi’s turn to blink at Eren now. He clicked his tongue against his teeth. “I’m a damn Janitor, not Mr. Miyagi.”
Eren rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. I know. It’s just … I heard that, a while back, before you were a Janitor -“
“Whatever you heard, you can keep it to yourself.” Levi turned to head back into the depths of his shed, where he could continue to potter with his odd jobs in peace. “Dumb kids spreading shit,” he muttered to himself.
“Wait - sir -“
He rolled his eyes, pausing.
“Didn’t you hear me yesterday? I’m not teaching staff either. Just call me Levi.”
“Okay then. Levi. If you can’t teach me how to knock Jean out, would it be okay if … sometimes … I stop by here. Maybe help with something? Just during break times. I could do with keeping out of his way for a bit. I don’t really want to get a rep, or anything. It’s just…”
“It’s just, if he starts shit with you, you aren’t going to be able to leave it and walk away?” Levi ventured, arching a brow as he regarded Eren, hands still in his pockets.
“Yeah. I guess. Something like that.”
Levi wanted to roll his eyes again, but he couldn’t bring himself to. Despite Eren being just another one of the kids at school, it felt to Levi that he knew him very well, somehow. He’d seen it all before. That temper; the need to prove yourself. Unwillingness to back down from a challenge.
He’d seen it all before; close to home.
“Sure. Fine. Whatever. Just … don’t get under my feet.”
That one small act - one small moment of kindness on Levi’s part - was how the whole damn mess began.
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Historia is a young woman who has a secret power within her family bloodline of controlling the sun amidst a curse where the island she lives on is rained upon non-stop. She believes that sacrificing herself is the only way to end it all and make everyone happy again until Levi steps in. Free Day. Part of Rivahisu Week 2021. One shot. Loosely inspired by Weathering With You.
After three long years, the time has come for Levi to finally meet his daughter. However, learning to fly again won't be as easy as he thought. Broken, crippled, and scarred, it will take Levi some time to gain his wings again... However, can his baby daughter be the one to bring him back from the brink? RivaHisuweek21 prompts.
Rivahisu Week 2021
Day 5 - Fluff
Prompts: Constellations: The calluses on your fingers, I admire them from a distance, now they’re on my cheek.
I'd love to shout out the amazing and wonderful @soronrocket!
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Goodness. Where to even begin. Perhaps with A Queen's Request - a huge reason we all were brought together. I remember reading it forever ago, and feeling so encouraged to post my own works. I admired her works from afar until one day in a Historia Discord server, the mod told us that SR was joining us and I flipped. When she joined, I fangirled so hard, only to find out she liked my works too and I have screenshots of us screaming at one another lol.
SR has become a dear friend of mine, but I will forever be Fangirl #1™ for anything she writes. I'm privileged to have been able to write and role-play some stuff with her, too, and y'all I can go on for days with how talented she is.
If you're going to read anything from SR, obviously AQR is a must. However, Between is a wonderful piece she's composed as well that's a shorter read but every bit as lovely.
If you wanna shout about Rivahisu, go holla at SR. She's great.
Look at all of these ladies from the perspective of their canon lovers drawn extra beautifully.
We have Mikasa from Eren’s perspective.
We have Annie from Armin’s perspective.
We have Historia from Ymir’s perspective.
And we have Historia from Levi’s perspective.
…
Hey, wait a minute. Historia ends up having a child with the farmer and marries him. So, what is the meaning of this? Will the farmer be happy to know that Captain Ackerman had some romantic thoughts towards a woman who isn’t his lover?
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(I will be doing a double entry for both NSFW and Fluff day later, but I thought why not a small dose of fatherly Levi, motherly Historia and a bunch of teenage kids to start the day?
This is a chapter of my ongoing AU, so mind the tags. The fic is explicit, the chapter is not, some Eremin sneaks in).
After reflecting on her past relationship, her friends’ current relationships, and the political situation on the island, Historia decides to act on her feelings for Levi to avoid repeating a past mistake. But then things take an embarrassing turn. Fluff. Part of Rivahisu Week 2021. One shot.
