#levi hot

“Erwin and the others are making me wait,” Levi's voice was dull as he sipped from his tea, “We'll be escorted out by the MPs at this rate.” Another sip, “If I were to guess, he's definitely dealing some clogged up shit inside him,”

Eren, who sat at the side of the table, chuckled uneasily, “You're oddly talkative today, Captain,”

“Don't be ridiculous,” Levi's voice maintenaned the monotony, “I'm always talkative,”

The pain in his leg stung like a bitch again, making Levi furrow his eyebrows, “Tch,”

Eren grew agitated, “I'm sorry, it's all upon me, it's only because I've made the wrong decision back then, that we're in this situation,” The titan shifter clenched his fists on his lap.

“I've already told you,” Levi cut him off, “The result would be always a mystery,”

Eren's head dropped, “I-Is Squad Leader (Y/N) okay, Captain?”

The latter raised his eyebrows a bit, “She's alright, Eren, she's seen much worse, she's strong,”

Levi's solid posture didn't give anything away although he was ripping apart from the inside. Days ago, after the miserably failed operation to capture the Female Titan, he made a marvelous addition to his misery by fucking things up with you too, and for good if he were to guess. Captain fucking Levi couldn't control his own fucking tongue, and made you cry before him like you were a worthless piece of shit. He still couldn't believe how he allowed himself to do this to you. A fucking bastard he was, he honestly didn't deserve you, and he tried to convince himself that it was better that way, to make you hate his guts to keep you away from him, because he knew that everyone close to him ended up gone. But he also knew too well that it wasn't the main reason for not chasing after you and apologize about his shitty behaviour, asking forgiveness for breaking your heart so cruely, for the beads of tears he drew out of your beautiful eyes when you were there only to him. His fucking pride was too big, restraining him from doing so, and he hated it, and to be completely honest with himself, he couldn't bare you rejecting him. How ironic. Even if you, and it was a very far-fetched possiblity, did forgive him, he wouldn't forgive himself.

It had happened two days after that expedition, when Levi lost his squad and many more comrades, and he couldn't do anything to prevent that, but pretty much the opposite, he had let them charge to their own deathes, following Erwin's orders.

They said Levi was Humanity's Strongest, that perfect soldier with that frigid face, the one which lacked emotions. But you believed that there was much more to fathom under that icy façade, and hell you were right, you were always right. That was how you could capture Levi's heart in the first place, that soft and tender heart that you were afraid to break. But it was quite the opposite it seemed, as he broke yours mercilessly that day. When you dropped by his quarters to check on him after giving him some time alone, you knew how sensitive he was, and his loss was grave this time. You couldn't even imagine what he was going through right then. And as the innocent creature you were, you forgot about yourself, about your own grief, and went to your beloved to comfort and ease him.

“Hey,” You said softly when he opened the door for you.

“Hey,” He answered curtly as he stepped aside and let you in, he seemed normal, but you knew better, the guilt and regret eating him up from the inside.

“Wanna have a cup of tea?” He asked.

“Yes, thank you,” You honestly loved Levi's tea, and you wanted him to busy himself with something, even if it was trivial.

“How have you been, Levi?” You asked when he handed you a hot cup of tea.

He sat back on his chair, holding his mug in he unique style, “Other than the nasty constipation that I've had for two days, I'm good.”

You chuckled a bit, your lover always did this, cooping with dilemmas by sarcasm, quite the technique you'd say. Gingerly, you land a hand on his shoulder, massaging the tense muscle beneath with your thumb, that made him look at you vaguely.

“It's okay to grieve, Levi,”

“Tch.”

And by that, he turned his head again. You told him that too when he lost Farlan and Isabel, and whenever you returned from an expedition with your heads down from the weight of despair and loss. But you were humanity's hope after all, the Survey Corps couldn't afford to hold their heads down, and that was why you knew that expressing feelings and grieving rather than just burying them deep inside was no help. Levi just absorbed everything and locked it deep inside of him, and you were scared. You never pester him about it before, but this time, his loss was huge, and you couldn't but to do something.

“Don't you get tired of this shit, (Y/N)?” He snarled suddenly.

The hand on his shoulder froze as you blinked at him several times, “I-I'm sorry, Levi... what do you mean?”

He shoke your hand off of his shoulder and looked — glared at you. The act left you speechless.

“Is that what you want, (Y/N)?” He seethed, venom dripping from his voice, as he stood up with a sharp motion, “To give me a shoulder to cry on... to see the proclaimed Humanity's Strongest weak and crawling on your feet for comfort. Is that why you chase me?”

Your breathe hitched in your throat, words dying on your tongue. You licked your lips and tried to open your mouth to retort.

“Sorry to disappoint you, (Y/N),” His blue-grey eyes swirling with fire as he stood up sharply, “Not gonna find this shit here,”

At that you stood up too, “W-What are you talking about, Levi?!”

“Cut the innocent crap, (Y/N)!” Levi continued to glare at you; something was clearly wrong with him, and in all honesty you didn't blame him, but it was getting a bit out of hands.

“Levi, please talk to me, what's—”

“This isn't gonna work, (Y/N),” He said harshly, “I'm not that pathetic man you're so much seeking for. So stop pretending to care; it's disgusting.”

You gasped; he never was like that before and to call your attempts to be there for him disgusting hurt deep, “I do care, Levi—”

“Shut up, (Y/N) and get the fuck outta here,” His eyes didn't waver from disdaining you, regarding you as the pitiful creature you were in his eyes, and your tears didn't make him budge as you stood before him petrified. It took you several moments to collect yourself and oblige, making your way to his door, but before stepping outside, back facing him, you said the last words he ever heard of you since day, “I will get out, Levi, and never show you my face; the last thing I want is to revolt you with my pretentious affections. I'm sorry about that.”

You waited just for a second, a mere second, just in case he'd change his mind. But no, you knew better, he was the most wayward person you'd ever known. So, you made your way out and you didn't permit yourself to cry audibly until you were secured in your room...

Levi's head snapped as Erwin and the rest finally made it to the hall where he and Eren were waiting, lifting the former from his train of thoughts about you, distracting him away from the horrible feelings he was suffering from. He always had to fuck shit up with his acidic tongue. He knew how sensitive and fragile you were when it came to him and he used that so fucking deliberately just to cause you pain. His hidden sadistic side was satisfied to the full when he saw your beautiful tears rolling down your cheeks, but his heart was tugging inside his chest to crawl at your feet and ask forgiveness. But no, he knew you wouldn't.

Levi forced you out of his mind, he was good at it, and tried to focus on whatever his commander was saying, but alas, his mind was already preoccupied with you.

•••

While Erwin was dealing with the government and their nonsense, Levi was checking on the soldiers and helping the MPs out with collecting the wounded and casualties.

He knew you were on this mission, and he was frantically ramming his eyes, looking for you. Had you met your death like many others had today? Were you smashed by Leonhardt's feet as she ruthlessly killed his comrades in an attempt to escape?

He didn't know, and it was driving him mad. Levi kept on fooling himself that you were alright, you were strong and capable. He trusted you. But the possibilities were unsettling him.

“Levi!” The latter turned around to see Hange approaching him, “Just recieved a letter from Erwin. He says the government ain't loosening the Scouts.” They said, “At least for now.”

Levi arched an eyebrow, “Well, that's a relief, isn't it?”

“Yeah, sort of, better than the gallows, don't you think?” Hange scratched the back of their head. Levi rolled his eyes.

“Anyway, have you checked on (Y/N)?” Hange asked suddenly, causing Levi's head to snap at the mention of your name, “You don't know what happened to her, do you?”

Levi's heart dropped to the tip of his toes, “W-What happened to her?” He asked gingerly.

“I-I'm sorry, Lev—”

The latter grabbed Hange's coller aggressively, “What happened to her?!”

Hange yelped a bit, trying to loosen Levi's grip, “Sh-she's down, found under the rubble of the Church,”

Hange's voice was nothing above a mere whisper, but Levi knew, it was a whisper that bode another nightmare.

•••

Levi knew what was is like to be found under the rubble; he witnessed many accident in his days in the underground city. Due to the bad and invalid structures, the ugly building would sometimes collapse and leaving almost everyone involved in the accident dead, and if one did survive, their injuries wouldn't heal because the lack of the sun rays. But chasing a titan shifter while fighting her and then ending up under the rubble was drastically different.

Levi scrambled within the bodies of people as he made his way to the reception table in the infirmary. He didn't give two shits about his own leg injury.

“C-Captain Levi!” The nurse there exclaimed, “How can I help y—”

“Squad Leader (Y/N) of the Survey Corps,” He grumbled, “Where is she?!”

The nurse was startled, scared, “Sh-she's in the third floor, room 405,” She gulped, “B-Bu you can't visit her, sir—”

With heavy feet and even heavier heart, Levi threaded his way to the room, tears burning his eyes. He was fucked up, wasn't he? With this curse of losing everyone he held dear to his heart.

His mom, Kenny, Isabel, Farlan, his comrades, his squad, and now... and now you. When he met you, when he found safety in your hold, in your kisses, peace in your company, he'd thought that maybe, just maybe, you might be the one who'd break this curse of his. But who was he fooling?

Levi took a deep breath as he reached your room, latching onto the knob with a shaky hand. Damn it, he wasn't ready for this, he wasn't ready to see your lifeless eyes telling him he was too late for everything. He couldn't. But his hand was heavier than he thought, and the door clicked open.

Levi cautiously stepped in, and his heart ripped at your motionless body. He rushed beside you, and his eyes widened. You, his beautiful (Y/N) was rendered almost dead on that wretched bed. But you were breathing, and only then, he allowed himself to breathe out.

The pent-up tears in his eyes finally broke into two rivulets streaming down his cheeks as he stroked a strand of your dirty hair from your forehead.

“(Y-Y/N),” His voice was quivering, “I love you, (Y/N),” He dropped to his knees beside you on the floor taking your hand in his, “Please, don't go...” He kissed your injured knuckles, his tears dampening the dried blood on them.

“Mhmmm,”

Levi startled as he heard you moan in pain, he instantly looked up, “(Y/N), love, do you hear me?” Through his tears, he smiled hopefully, caressing your cheeks very carefully, “I'm here, baby, can you hear me?”

Your eyelids fluttering, “L-Levi...?”

The latter's tears rolled down his cheeks harder, “Yes, it's me, (Y/N), it's me,”

You finally opened your eyes, they were drained and weak, trying to sit up “W-What happened—owww!”

Levi pinned you where you were, “It's okay now, baby, it's okay, doesn't matter what happened.” He sat beside you, holding you close as much as he could without causing you pain.

“Did we capture the Female Titan?” Your voice was hoarse.

Levi nodded, you could feel his chin on your head, “Yes, we did, baby, we did,”

You lifted your head so you can see him, “L-Levi, are you crying?”

Your lover bit his lower lip, whispering, “Thought I lost you forever...”

Beside the pain stretching within your body, your heart tugged at the broken voice Levi spoke with.

“No, my love, no,” You eased the arm around your wounded body, “I'm here, I'm here, not going anywhere else,”

That was when he kissed your forehead, burying his face into your hair, “Please forgive me, (Y/N), please forgive me for what I did. I've been a shitty bastard you didn't deserve,”

Your heart fluttered while you felt haziness clasping on your head.

“Th-There's nothing to forgive, my love,” You said softly, tenderly, “The past is in the past now,”

You actually didn't hold it against him, you knew the pain he'd been through, you knew how much he suffered and still suffering, and you'd be damned if you were to be, by any chance, one of the reasons he suffered from.

“It's alright, Levi,” You kissed his cheek fondly, “I'm here... I promise you not to go anywhere else.”

You felt his breathing heaving as you rubbed his back with your hand. Smiling at the irony of your situation, you were the injured one but you were the one comforting him. It'd been always like that, hadn't it?

Levi drew back, eyes wet from the tears, “I love you, (Y/N),”

You smiled tenderly, “I love you too, Levi...”

He smiled too, through his broken face, and leant down to capture your lips in a kiss.

You heard the door flung open, startling you both.

“Okay, lovebirds,” Hange exclaimed, making you two break the kiss and smile, “Sorry to interrupt but... there's a possible breach of Wall Rose,”

Levi lifted his eyebrows up before turning his head to Hange, “What the hell do you mean, four-eyes?”

Hange went on ranting about the witnessed titans inside the wall, and the one inside them, leaving you both in utter bewilderment and astonishment.

“Priest Nick knows shit, but he ain't talking,”

“Fuck those Walls worshippers,”

You snorted at Levi's sharp retort.

“I'm sorry, (Y/N),” Hange said, looking at you with compassion in their eyes, “We need Levi on this,”

“It's alright,”

Levi's head whipped towards you again, “It's not like I have a choice when duty calls, but are you sure?”

You grinned, “Levi, love, promised you that I'm not going anywhere, didn't I?”

“Journalism? So you’re one of the smart ones.” His eyes were hazy and tone lousy due to heavy alcohol consumption. His eyes again feasted at your exposed skin and you shrunk into your chair, your heart clashing against your chest. You noticed the dead silence pinning the table as everyone felt the thick tension from Levi’s disgusted stare. Your hold on Levi’s hand grew tighter, forcing him to look at you.

“I’m fine, don’t do anything rash,” you whispered but it seemed like your plea went through him, unheard.

You realised that if the man said anything more, Levi would definitely charge at him. You had to get out of here before it was too late.

“Excuse me, I’m heading to the washroom,” you muttered and gave Levi’s hand another comforting squeeze before standing to leave. You didn’t look back as you hurried to the washrooms. You planned on spending the rest of the night in the lavatory since the party was just awfully disappointing.

You wanted to stand beside Levi but not under the current circumstances. The blonde smug idiot was the most influential in the field and you wanted to do nothing to sabotage your boyfriend’s future goals.

You locked yourself in one of the stalls and sat down annoyedly. It was supposed to be a fun night out with your boyfriend. You didn’t know a rich party full of influential businessmen was just a pathetic havoc wreaking battlefield. You mentally promised to never ask Levi to take you to another event. You annoyedly massaged your forehead in slow circles, hoping to ease the ache.

“Excuse me,” you heard a shrill voice call out as someone knocked from outside. You sat up alarmed.

“Yes?” You replied unsurely.

“I think your boyfriend is outside the washroom waiting for you.” You stood up, your eyes zeroing as you whipped the door open. A brunette haired woman stood before you. “You’re Levi Ackerman’s girlfriend, right? He asked me to check inside for you,” she told you, giggling and then stepped to the sink, resuming back to washing her hands.

You rushed for the door and abruptly pulled it open, stepping outside. As expected, Levi was stationed against the wall, his eyes already tracing yours, needy and impatient. He stepped towards you and pulled you close to him, his fingers grazing your exposed neckline and you heard him breath you in.

“We’re going home,” he whispered into your neck. You nodded hesitantly as he held your hand tightly and marched out to the hall. You almost gasped- as everyone was staring at you both, thick tension brewing in the air. It seemed like you were under spotlight. Levi’s gaze was unaffectedly cold as he stayed upright. Standing beside him was a privilege since Levi had a significant presence to mobilise the crowd to stop and stare.

But this was different. Everyone was whispering and murmuring among themselves as they stared at you horrified. You wondered what had happened for everyone to be so silent and meek around him. Your gaze fearfully swayed to the table where the blonde man had been and you were shell shocked when you noticed a heavy purple bruise under his eye. Your body grew cold as you looked at Levi shocked. He noticed your questioning gaze but only responded by pulling you closer to him.

When you both were out the premises, inside the car park, you pulled at his hold. “Levi, how could you attack a powerful businessman! Have you gone mad?” You gasped, finding it hard to comprehend. He didn’t answer you and kept his moderate pace towards the car.

“Levi, I’m talking to you!” You shrieked, your eyes growing large with anger. He finally halted in his tracks and turned towards you, his eyes burning with seething anger, his fists still clenched, a bluish bruise starting to form on his right fist.

“We need to get out of here before I do something worse,” he spat, his aggressive voice making your throat dry. You felt the frustration building in your chest and your eyes burned with tears.

“You’ve ruined a great opportunity! Do you think he’ll let this go? He won’t-!” You yelled, your head pounding as you felt desperate enough to cry out. “Levi, you’ve worked so hard for this,” you cried, your heart aching.

He was adamant on establishing himself. Never losing sight of his goals, he spent a year working on his startup. He earned investments after tirelessly sacrificing sleep and lunch, date nights and family dinners. You loved him so much, so much that you were always supportive. His absence made you so lonely yet you never complained; there were nights you wanted him to hold you, days you wanted him to listen to your grieving heart, but it was best to not bother him. You internally ached and slowly the ache started to disappear when he came back. After successfully earning a huge investment, everything changed. It was like his pot of love for you flooded and spilled everywhere, unable to be contained. He stopped working excessively. He became so clingy, so needy for your presence, it drove you insane- in a good way.

“Y/n, why’re you crying?” His stern voice caused your body to shrink, goosebumps awakening on your skin. His eyes were so thunderously dark, waves of anger rippling in his frame.

“Because!” You croaked, you sounded awfully hurt. “How could you ruin chances of growing this? After you’ve worked so hard for it!” You shouted, your face angry red with tears spilling out. You were so angry and frustrated that you wanted to physically beat someone.

Levi’s chest was heaving as he stared at you, his face pinning you down, holding you captive. “You care about my fucking business right now?” He sounded hurt as well, his raspy voice so quiet, you could tell he was boiling.

“Yes!” You cried. “You’ve wanted this so bad. After this deal, you would’ve been unbeatable Levi!” You threw your hands in despair, the frown on your face deepening. Levi’s body shook as he stepped closer and before you could register it, he had grabbed your wrist and slammed you to the car, his arms immediately protecting your anterior from pain. A loud clash was heard as he pinned you beneath him, his breathing heavy, his eyes glazed.

“I’ve worked so hard, day after day so you can stand next to me without shame. You deserve someone strong and I was so pathetic back then,” he stated, his eyes trained on yours as he truthfully uttered. Each word pained you more than you could imagine. Your heart began to break, tears rolling down your cheeks like a stream.

“How could I be with you, such a gorgeous, strong woman? I was unworthy and it made my blood boil.” His confession left you utterly speechless. “Hange said I should give you up. It’s an easy way out but the thought of that kept me up at night.” Hange was Levi’s best friend from college and now a dear friend of yours. You were completely unaware of these conversations.

“The fact that Hange even mentioned that made me sick. That night, I decided to be worthy of you. Because you’re mine. I can give up this whole world but never you,” he whispered and his mouth found your neck.

“W-why didn’t you ever tell me?” You contained your moans, crying out in pain and awe as Levi’s teeth dug in your collarbone. His tongue slickly traced the bite mark across the neckline as he tasted you to his fulfilment.

“Because you don’t need to care about it,” he rasped, his heavy pants taking over your head making you twitch and turn in his hold.

“I’ve achieved enough to protect you,” he whispered against your skin and dropped wet kisses down to your cleavage.

“I want to rip his filthy fucking eyes out for looking at you like that, y/n,” he roared, the bitterness returning; his eyes remained on yours, watching you throw your head back as he satiated his hunger. His kisses grew desperate, needy- his hand against your waist tightening as he pulled you into him.

Your body reacted on its own, curling into his hot frame. Everything felt hot: from the heavy breaths exhaled against your neck to the hand gripping your waist. Your face was probably on fire and you felt so dirty for letting him submit to his desires outside in a car-park where anyone could walk in and watch a show. But it also felt so euphoric, to have him desperately feasting on you that you couldn’t reject him.

Jealous Levi made your stomach pool.

“You’re only mine-how dare that fucking crook stare at you like that,” his words were cut off as he painfully dug his teeth into your breast, a gasp escaping from your mouth.

“Levi,” you breathed, your body aching like you had caught a fever. He heard you clear and your airy words turned him on more than ever because he started to push himself into you, kisses trailing into your chest.

You felt him. You almost screamed because he was so brutally turned on, you shook against his frame, your legs falling weak. He supported you as he held you tightly, digging his nose into your hair, inhaling your sweet scent.

You were so heated when you heard footsteps, a heel clicking against a marble floor. Even though, your ears heard the sounds loud and clear, your mind was elsewhere and refused to comprehend or react appropriately by pulling away. You knew you should-this is so embarrassing but you couldn’t get yourself to push Levi away.

You were pulled out of your trance when Levi jerked back, his gaze so pained and hazy. You swear you saw his limbs shake as his chest heaved, his body so rigid, afraid to move or he would fall to the ground. He clenched his fist determinedly and swore under his breath.

“Get in the car-no one sees you like this,” he commanded. You didn’t know what he meant but you obediently ran to the passenger seat and rushed inside, your heart clashing against your chest. In the rear view mirror, you saw yourself and immediately realised what your boyfriend meant. He didn’t want anyone to see you-your hair messy, eyes hooded with intense desperation, your face flushed and breathing heavy; you looked lustrous, so turned on and oozing of desire.

The next second, you heard Levi pull the door and get inside. His forehead was covered in a cast of sweat and his hair was now a mess as if he had run his fingers through the black strands.

“I can’t drive. I literally can’t feel my legs.”

You threw your head back, your frame wreaking with laughter. He glared at you, his eyes still brewing with desire.

“Shut up before I take you here,” he threatened and you quickly shut up. You knew him too well to know that he would actually comply. You gazed at him as he sat inhaling and exhaling, an exercise he sometimes used to recover.