#jeanlevi

Aesthetic yes, but maybe not cute exactly.

169: “What a pretty sight.”

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Jean is counting. Counting his steps, counting his breaths. Around him the party swirls, and he catches eyes, smiles, admiring glances, the odd glass of champagne which he accepts with a smile and then sets down somewhere moments later.

“Have you seen the host? I’m afraid I must...” he murmurs. Flirting, smiling. They’ll remember he was there. All night. An alibi as solid as marble.

Cloakroom. Apologise to the couple groping each other among the ermine. Collect coat, scarf, suitcase. Is it heavier than before? He doesn’t think about it. Trusts.

He wants to take the stairs; the elevator feels so slow, but he doesn’t. He knows it’s faster. He timed it. Turned out he didn’t have to.

He gets into a taxi at the front door and out again two blocks later, striding along looking at his phone. He doesn’t break stride when the bike purrs up to the curb next to him, slings himself onto the back in one smooth motion, the briefcase sliding into one of the saddlebags. It fit. They checked earlier.

It’s stopped snowing but the night is still frosty and he tucks his scarf up over his nose and hunches down as best he can behind the rider. Hangs on, arms around his waist, wool-cashmere blend pressed to black leather. Has to. Wants to.

They don’t talk until they are safe, or as safe as they can be for now. Levi keeping his helmet on until they’re both inside, clattering up the cast iron staircase to the loft area. Jean watches him stomp up his eyes on his arse.

He slings the suitcase on the table and clicks open the catches, waiting a heartbeat before opening it. He sighs.

“What a pretty sight,” he says.

He’s not actually looking at the quarter-million dollars worth of stolen diamonds; he’s looking at the way they throw light on Levi’s pale face. Levi flicks his eyes up to meet his for a moment before he nods and turns away.

“We’ll leave tomorrow,” he says.

Jean heaves a gusty sigh and runs his fingers through his hairstyle. “What do I need to do?” he mutters.

Levi barks a harsh laugh; Jean has never heard any other kind from him. “Ask, maybe,” he says, clumping back downstairs. “If you’ve got the nuts for it.”

These have been sitting in the drafts for 1-2 years?? Idek anymore. I made them basing it off of some college AU, I don’t remember. There are more but I’m putting them in separate posts. I hope y’all enjoy this?! — Brey

Left to Right. College AU. (1) (2) (3)

Bonus under the cut

Cleaning Materials.

Eren even Needs to get beat up and shit by Levi.

Hanji needs to get yelled and bitched around.

Erwin. No please.

Mikasa? Well that would be hell.

Jean? Who the fuck ships Levi with him?

Written By: Brey

A/N: lol i wrote this last night, ik it’s p short but hey i don’t see anyone else writing stuff for this ship 

The rapid pitter patter of raindrops against the cold, glass window filled the dim, quiet room. Outside the world was dreary and wet, pity to those who had to endure the harsh elements.

A bed groaned under the shifted weight of a person and soft murmurs could be heard under the onslaught of the rain if you strained your ears.

“…mm, what time?” A groggy voice asked softly.

The covers moved as the person asked leaned down to press a kiss on the questioning person’s forehead. “Six o'clock, love. It’s pouring out too.”

‘Love’ snuggled closer to his partner, pressing the side of his face against the warm fabric covering their firm chest. He listened to the steady beat of a living heart and breathed in time with it. Inhale, beat, exhale, beat.

“Like what you hear?” His partner asked, threading slender fingers through his ebony locks.

“Not as much as I liked what I heard last night,” ‘Love’ smirked and pulled his ear away from his partner’s chest to lean forward and leave a small kiss on the corner of their mouth. “I particularly liked it when you were growling, ‘Levi! Oh, fuck, Levi!’ like a ravenous beast.“

Levi’s partner chuckled and traced a fingertip along Levi’s jawline starting near his ear down to his chin then across his bottom lip. The ebony-haired male held Jean’s gaze as his brown eyes trailed from his mouth to his own silver gaze.