#levi drabbles

he’s been more watchful than usual, and you’ve been priority 1 since post-op day 1. someone (hange) gets to the funny part of a story… and your laughter is choppy and clearly reluctant. levi instantly picks up on you being in pain, but he hasn’t seen you so joyful since you started recovery, so he’s at a loss of what to do.😭😭to the untrained eye, it looks like he’s just scowling at you lmaoo

oh yes… actually i’d love to hear from others what levi would keep. he would do this.

i actually wonder where levi squad (the “special operations” squad) generally is in the formation. i mean i have been OBSESSED with understanding how it works lately. during the 57th levi was in the center but that was in order to protect eren. logistical maps of the formation ie from the guidebook and manga establish 4 squads, and there are 2 section commanders plus erwin. levi could be in charge of reconnaissance which is all the outer squads but i can’t imagine him in front of erwin’s squad so maybe he’s in the squad behind erwin’s but in front of the wagons. which conveniently would be the best place to receive recon or break off in the event of an emergency. but as a result unless ~we~ are an elite solider, we’d probably be separated constantly i think.

levi trusts your survival skills, partly because he would push you so hard during routine training. (and yes he would involve himself when possible.) but he can never know with 100% certainty, ever, so he would (silently) worry like crazy if given a reason to.

i’m very much imagining a black flare being fired from a direction he knows you’re in. and one abnormal is probably considered more dangerous than 2+ regular titans?

the possibility would eat away at him until the sc stopped for the night somewhere.

The iron mis-shape was clenched snugly in his fist. Just a stupid rock, but…

“Which route are we taking tomorrow, you think?” Petra asked.

Everyone on his squad was going to bicker about this (even Eld despite his repeated statements that he was above it). Levi always memorized the plan, but after the attack today, who knew?—and he didn’t need another unknown on his mind.

He adjusted himself in his saddle, his eyes straying left. The dip in the ridge was still small, and it wasn’t like anyone would bat an eye at Levi taking extra safety precautions. The formation had condensed back into one group, and was now trickling a little more than single-file up a ridge. (It was inconvenient, but protected enough.)

He motioned to Eld to fall in line with everyone else, who silently nodded. He silently broke away from his squad to observe.

He took a steadying breath. The humidity wasn’t leaving, even as the sun cast its spectacular setting colors across the sky.

After this… he made himself look forward to being pleased to be out of the sun for any length of time after the sweltering heat of today. He knew this base particularly well—a castle, where he had realized what the Scout Regiment might mean to him (which at that time had meant nothing). Just the next day, that freak-storm hit, and his squad was obliterated. Along with them.

He didn’t like remembering that. He was more on-edge than ever, scanning faces beside his barely-controlled breathing.

However deeply entrenched in his head he was, nothing would get by him, certainly not his current top priority. A weight he hadn’t realized was pressing on his chest leapt off when your eyes found his in passing, with a soft smile reserved for him forming across your lips. You were alive. As were each member on your squad from what he could remember. He had stopped memorizing faces years ago.

Yours was one he desperately didn’t want to forget.

"Kenny—finally embracing the holiday spirit, I see," the waitress chirps.

The pub is lively tonight, filled with those who have nowhere else to celebrate.

"Over my dead body," he scoffs. "But the brat here said it's his birthday." He gestures to Levi whose head barely reaches above the tabletop. "Got a cupcake or something for him?"

Her eyes brighten. "Let me see what I can find."

When they're alone, Levi mutters, "You didn't have to do this."

"Yeah, whatever."

When the marshmallows start turning a golden brown, everyone around the campfire whoas.

Sasha, Jean, and Connie are the first to approach Onyankopon. Their screams only get louder when they taste the confectionery.

Beside you, Levi clicks his tongue. "So easily impressed."

"But it's good." You bring the marshmallow you've been roasting to his mouth. "Here."

He's so startled his mind goes blank; instinctively his lips part, teeth sinking into the piece as he slides it off the stick.

Cheeks warm, he avoids your gaze, chewing slowly.

"Well?"

You're so close again. And so oblivious.

he's somewhere i couldn't reach

he's where i couldnt go

he's where i couldnt hold

he's where when i call his name he couldnt respond

but i love him oh i love him i love him so

my heart has gone to him

gone somewhere i couldnt and wouldnt get back

safe next to his

beating beating

until my soul flies to him

my fingers finally touch his face

and my name rolls in his tongue

"welcome home, my love" he'd say

The window is opened, soft wind dances with the curtain as it spins into the room. There's traffic from somewhere. Even the traffic sounds calm.

And then there's Levi. He's curled at the corner of the room, a book in his hand and a cup of tea, cooled after hours of sitting patiently by his side. How he glows against the yellow light. As if he's the focus of the room.

The squeaky fan spins idly. You have a book in your hand too, but the sight of Levi reading so attentively caught your eyes and your book doesn't seem so attractive anymore.

And Levi looks up. His greyish blue eyes met yours. You share a smile and he gestures you over. You collapse into his arms. You inhale him in as he inhales you in. You tilt your head up and meet his lips on yours.

In his arms, you knew nothing and no one would harm you again. In his arms, you felt protected. His body warmth slowly seeping through your clothes, radiating onto your skin. His palms idly rubbing on your back as he whispered soothing words to you, ensuring you that he would be with you for as long as he lived.

Holding his hand gave you so much strength. You knew he would stand by you no matter what monster you had to fight. You knew he would fight by your side. One look from him and you could take down the world.

With the lingering touch of his palm on the small of your back, you knew you would never be alone again. He would always, always be right behind you. He would always have your back and you would be fearless even when he's not around you.

And being hugged by Levi from the back as you wept at the corner of an empty place reminds you that you are always loved by him. He knew your awkwardness of crying in the public and you would always cry with your face at the wall. He wouldn't turn you around. Instead, he hugged you from behind, holding you close to him. His head on your shoulder as he listened to your muffled sobs. He kissed your tear-stained cheek softly, waiting patiently until you were ready to open up to him.

Levi is a very calculated man. Which means he always, always plans ahead. Whether it be on the battlefield, or safe within HQ; Levi is always prepared. So naturally, whenever he feels himself start to become more stressed than usual, he resorts to his go-to relievers that he’d made a mental note of for himself some time ago in order to keep on track.

Thinking ahead, he’d start off with the small things that tended to sooth his mind, even if only for a moment.

Warm tea, a quick shower, maybe taking a walk around the training grounds.

If these things don’t work, then he has other things prepared for himself to help ease the stress.

Light stretches, some simple solo sparring, thoroughly cleaning his office and bedroom spaces, etc. But when these things aren’t enough, he’s resort to his favorite distraction; you.

In the early stages of your relationship, Levi tended to shy away from showing or admitting his stress and fatigue. In his mind, he must always appear alert and focused, no matter how claustrophobic or agitated he might feel. This also applied to his relationship with you. Being whatever you needed him to be was his first and foremost duty. Self appointed, of course.

But when you’d seen through the cracks of the mask he always wore, and encouraged him to allow himself to open up to you and be himself, he nearly melted with relief. He hadn’t realized he was waiting for any sign of consent from you to relax a bit, but the moment he got it he took it and ran.

He’d opened up slowly; sitting closer to you during stressful meetings, bumping against your shoulder as you walked side by side in town when the crowds were too thick, holding your hand when it was just the two of you alone in his office after a long day.

But as time went on, he felt more confident to sooth his stress through you.

When you went to bed for the night, he started joining you. When you had time to sit on the couch and read, he would sit by you and drape your legs over his. When he was busy stressing over documents, he’d sit you on his lap at his desk. When able to, and if you were available, he’d lay his head in your lap and let you massage his scalp and twirl your fingers through his onyx hair. He’d close his eyes and hum softly in relaxation, sometimes smiling softly up at you as he relaxed.

But lately, he’d found a new way to blow steam with you at his side. Though incredibly intimate and new for him, the act itself was wholly innocent and soft. The silent question written on his face always told you just how stressed he was feeling, even if he wasn’t quite bold enough yet to say it.

He’d stand before you with that helpless lost puppy look on his face, gently caressing your cheek while nervously eyeing your lips. You’d always smirk to yourself, but always indulge him in a kiss nevertheless.

Sometimes he just needed a quick peck to fix his mood. Other times, it was a struggle for you to pull back enough to catch your breath. By the end of it his eyes were always dilated and his face tinted pink, with a small smile to finish off the look.

Levi was never one to be needy, but when it came to you, and the overbearing stress of his position, he’d let down his guard for you to see that sometimes, he wasn’t prepared. Sometimes, he didn’t have a plan or a solution to solve all the stress he was feeling. And that’s where you always came in; his saving grace.

And who were you to complain, really?