#leviiii

So first — after politely seeking your permission, of course — he’ll scatter your bare skin with nips and bruises, pin you against the wall and growl downright filthy things into your ear. He’ll slowly lose his tight composure bit by bit with each desperate whimper, each Yes, Levi you moan in response to his orders. Levi will kneel before you — and only ever you, god he’s never wanted to do anything more — and command you to grab onto the bookshelves on either side of your body while he hoists your knees over his shoulders, leaning your back against the wall. He’ll hungrily, desperately press his mouth against your aching, sopping cunt and eat you out with a ferocity that’s almost too much. Calloused fingers will pump in and out of you in steady rhythm with his tongue and teeth on your clit until you sigh his name with your orgasm, the back of your head hitting the wall behind you.

Then, of course, he’ll drag you to his bed and push your head into his pillow with one hand, the other palming the outer side of your thigh, little moaned Fuck’s leaving his mouth interspersed with your name. You’ll whine for him to go harder, relish in how it makes his dick throb as it reaches to the deepest parts inside of you, your wrists straining against the belt he’s tightened them together with. You ache to touch him, to touch yourself where you need it, and Levi takes notice of your hands moving against your lower back.

Desperate, hm? He says, balls slapping against your ass with every thrust, Too bad. This — f-fuck, he’ll groan as he reaches two fingers to swirl around your swollen clit, This is only for me to touch. You’ll both find your release soon after: all it takes is to feel you squeezing around him to make Levi come undone, filling you up with his desperate release. His hips, though already inside you to the hilt, will lightly buck even further against you in time with each throb of his orgasm, a moaned sigh leaving his lips.

Now that his initial hunger for you feels sated, Levi will slowly take himself out of you with a hiss — he’s still sensitive, after all — and brush back the rogue hairs that have pressed against his sweat-slicked forehead. He’ll undo the belt binding your wrists, using his thumbs to lightly massage into the reddened skin there, and lean over to press kisses down your spine. He’ll leave a final kiss on your cheekbone before gently rolling you onto your side, settling in behind you, murmuring your name into your ear with a sex-roughened voice.

Levi isn’t worried at all, even if it seems like it from the hesitant way that his arms wrap around you. If anything he’s relieved that you’re not quite ready to be done yet either - he can tell from the way you subtly grind backwards into his still-sensitive length, how he can feel more of your wetness spill out from between your legs mingled with what he left inside of you. It makes him throb, makes him twitch just a little bit.

Levi sighs shakily into your ear. You’ve seen one side of him now - it’s only fair to show you how much he’s wanted you all this time, to whisper how much he’s longed for you in your ear while he slowly, lovingly presses himself inside of you. He’ll get there, he swears.

she’s more headstrong than her sister, and gets emotional and frustrated way faster 

really likes cicely mary barker’s flower fairies and is super pissed about the cottingley fairy hoax when she finds out about it even though it happened like 70 years ago

in ye olde days she used to play the flute

she and liz start a MASSIVE beanie baby collection. they will never sell these and neither will their children.

her favorite colors are light blue and rose pink

she’s a v physically affectionate person

she stole a bunch of bill’s flannels and pretended not to know where they went

she likes big kitschy jewelry and wearing like 20 rings and bracelets at once

after their most amicable split with bill and ted and once they travel the world for the first time, she decides she wants to go to college and study... uh, something. she’ll figure it out. science in particular is really intriguing to her and she’s shocked and thrilled that she has the opportunity to learn about it now

she’s a very curious person- she asks a lot of questions and wants to know how things work the way they do

romina teaches her to roller skate in italy :)

though she isn’t as uptight as her sister, she still has some built up cautiousness from her strict upbrining, but ro helps her learn to let loose and break rules

Then there was all the downtime you had. Your squads were well-acquainted with one another and often ended up together, which meant you were near him. Eating in halls, huddled by the bonfire in the woods, sleeping in adjacent rooms and close quarters. Levi wanted to talk to you. He started hesitantly seeking you out, asking casually what you thought would be a good plan of attack for the next day, or if you thought the food from earlier had tasted off.

Levi couldn’t decide whether it was better or worse that you two were of similar rank - he was still captain of the scouts, of course, but you led your own squad and had an impressive share of accolades. If you were just a member of his squad, someone he had a duty to be professional with, he’d be able to brush the whole situation off with time. No, it was actually worse that he wasn’t in charge of you: that made something happening between you in the realm of possibility.

His breaking point had come after a perilous mission: you two were out with a few of your lower-ranking scouts for a patrol around your camp’s perimeter. It was dark out, the moon a waxing crescent, and he’d had barely a split second of time to react to the grasping hands that clawed at all of you from the shadows. It had ended up fine - just some half-asleep titans that happened to be nearby. You all dispatched them easily. But what had driven him mad was that the first person he’d checked on wasn’t his squad member, but you. He didn’t even mean to, it was practically a reflex that made him whip his head in your direction. It didn’t matter to Levi whether it was purposeful or not - it was absolutely unacceptable.

You noticed the shift, even if just unconsciously, after you’d returned from that mission. You couldn’t really say that Levi was ever that friendly in the traditional sense, but something about his stoic nods and low murmurs of your name while conversing really endeared him to you. Those swiftly stopped, replaced by, well… not really much at all. There were no more conversations, strolling by to ask you a quick question or get your opinion on something. whenever Levi spoke to you it was quick, contained, and sharp - then he’d be gone.

Levi wasn’t technically ignoring you, he figured, just interacting with you as little as humanly possible. He’d hoped that the lack of any unnecessary communication would make this stupid issue of a crush resolve itself, either by driving you away or simply making his feelings fade. Unfortunately for Levi, it seemed that absence only seemed to make his heart grow fonder, and that drove him insane.

So imagine your surprise when Levi suddenly became more talkative with you, only for him to be really goddamn mean:

-

“Hey.”

Levi glares at you while storming over to where you’re seated, inspecting your weapon for damage. “You’re supposed to be keeping watch.” He stops a few feet from you, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. The light from the crackling fire nearby dances amongst the sharp planes of his face. You bite the inside of your cheek, confused, your attention now wholly focused on Levi’s bristling form. “I am,” you say, putting your weapon down. Levi scoffs. “Right, you’ll be really helpful defending against an attack with your weapons on the ground and your thumb up your ass.” “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” Levi leans in just a bit too close. “You’re in charge of your squad. Stand up and act like it.” He’s already pacing back into the darkness beyond the camp before you gather yourself enough to respond.

-

Your strategy for the day’s mission was brilliant, of course, and so well thought out that Levi couldn’t even rudely suggest improvements. Today would be the crux of the entire endeavor: retrieving some broken materials that a different squad had lost in an ambush on an earlier mission. The only issue was that this particular area was crawling with titans, some of which were notoriously dangerous.

Levi and his squad - separately from yours, of course - were to fan out and create a perimeter while your squad would locate and load the materials to take back to camp. Ideally it would be simple: kill a few titans, stay in constant communication, and be back in no time. The next day you’d journey back home, and on arrival you and Levi could get on with never really talking again.

But plans never went according to how they were drawn up, did they? Which was why Levi’s heart hammered in his chest at the news from a fellow scout that something awful had happened to you, and why he raced to your position in a blind rage, dispatching anything and everything in his way.

Apparently a wayward titan had appeared from nowhere, hand outstretched to crush your second-in-command. You’d raced to save her, shoving her out of harms way just in time, but failed to escape yourself. Your squad was able to dispatch the titan before it hurt anyone else, but they’d come to Levi for help: with a huge load of materials to get and more titans on the way, there just wasn’t enough bodies to get everything done.

When Levi finally found you, his skin burned with the heat of still-drying titan blood. He’d landed between you and your exhausted troops.

-

“Captain, sir,” a wounded, heaving scout begins, “even with your squad’s help, we only have enough people to get these carts back to camp, and…” she glances over to you, half-passed out and leaning against a tree trunk. “We don’t have the manpower to carry anyone back.”

Levi crouches down next to you, his face uncharacteristically frightened. “Open your eyes,” he commands, brushing hair sticky with blood back from your forehead. “You’d better be alive.”

You are alive, though the sight of Levi so close to you makes you wonder for a moment if you’ve somehow already died. You groan in pain when you move to look at him. When you’d saved your scout, the titan had crushed the entire left side of your body: it feels like some number of your ribs are broken, and your left leg and arm aren’t in any better condition. Levi seems to wince at your pain.

Your squad member hesitates. “Sir, what should we do?”

Levi doesn’t even look at her. “Take the carts. I’ll handle this.” He carefully slots his arms underneath you and lifts you up with ease. Levi grimaces when you scream in agony.

“S-sir, what if-”

“Go!” Levi yells. “If you keep standing there stammering like an idiot I’ll feed you to a damned titan myself!” She darts away without another word.

Each step from Levi reverberates pain throughout your body, though you can feel he’s trying his best to keep you still. “It’s a long way back,” he murmurs into your ear, “I’m going to ODM us there.”

You’re too tired to respond, but in your clouded haze of pain it looks like Levi’s mouth trembles.

“If you’re going to pass out I’d suggest you do it soon.” He pauses.

“It’s alright. I’m going to keep you safe.”

-

By some miracle — no, by Levi’s furious will — he was able to get the two of you back to camp in mostly one piece. There had been so many unforeseen injuries that the medical tent had already filled upon your arrival. One of the medics started to build a makeshift bed outside for you, but the pent-up emotions clogging Levi’s brain space made him blurt out the unthinkable.

My tent’s empty - you don’t need to make a bed out here. Fearful of the warmth that seemed to be crawling up his neck, he quickly added, It’s not like any of the other tents have room.

And so here you were, half-dead in Levi’s tent, while he sat at your side, swirling with fear and rage and confusion at what the hell compelled him to do this. He knew you were baffled, too, in the way you kept furrowing your brow every time he spoke to you, but he assumed that it wasn’t exactly the best time to breach the subject of his feelings, not when it was uncertain whether you’d even make it through the night.

You thankfully make it through the night, though it was a long, uncomfortable one of pain and horrid dreams. Levi had stayed awake, asking if you were alright every time you painfully came to from the depths of a feverish nightmare.

After that night, when nearly every minute he’d feared you would leave this world, leave him, Levi decided to throw all of his idiotic behavior out of the window. If you both made it back behind the walls alive he swore to himself that he’d tell you how he felt, and if you didn’t reciprocate then so be it. Until then, though, he’d do everything in his power to make sure you stayed alive.

While you recuperated enough to make the journey home safely, Levi made it his personal mission to take care of you. During the day he’d check in with the squads, the medics, make sure everything was alright, and dare to get a few precious hours of sleep slumped over his desk. At night, he’d sit in a chair at your bedside with bags under his eyes, making sure he could hear the pained rise-and-fall of your breath. Sometimes he’d fall asleep without realizing it, only to wake up a few hours later to the breathtaking sight of your face, eyes closed in the realm of sleep.

Oh, Levi knew all too well at this point that what he had was far more than just a crush.

On the night before you were slated to start the journey home, a dreadful chill hung in the air. Levi huffed at the thin canvas of his tent walls, pulling on the only thick piece of clothing he had. It was supposed to be the middle of spring, not an inconveniently freezing winter’s night. He resumed his post in a chair at your side and even dared to engage you in some mundane conversation to pass the time. Once he noticed your eyelids begin to fall, he moved to turn off the lantern at your bedside so you could get some rest, but stopped as soon as he realized you were shivering.

-

“Shit. You’re cold?”

You nod, grimacing at the thin blankets on Levi’s bed. “Got anything warmer?”

Levi rolls his eyes. “No. I didn’t expect the chill at this time of year.” He hesitates in the following silence hanging in the still air between the two of you.

“I…” His eyes flick to the empty space in the bed, then back to you. For once in his life, it seems that Levi Ackerman looks nervous. Curious at how this might play out, you pat the sheet on your right side.

“We don’t have any better options. It’s okay.”

Levi scoffs, but climbs in next to you, shifting to the edge of the bed to leave a healthy distance. You dare to crack a smile. “Well, if the purpose is to share body heat, you’re not doing a very good job.”

Levi stiffens, but shifts over a bit until your bodies are just barely touching one another. “Better?” He’s pouting a little bit, and it makes you laugh, which sends pain reverberating throughout your body.

“Here, just-” He swiftly draws the covers over the both of you. “Don’t move too much, alright?”

It’s quiet for some time. Levi’s head rests stiffly on his pillow while he stares straight up ahead at the ceiling. Despite the small amount of contact you’ve got with him, you realize that you can feel his heart absolutely hammering in his chest.

“I’m sorry.” It’s practically a whisper, the gruff voice so uncharacteristically soft that it completely crumbles whatever boundaries you’d been trying to put up between you. Despite the pain, you shift until you’re facing him. He dares to turn his head just enough for you to see the devastation in his eyes.

“I forgive you.” Because you do. Because you’ve always felt that underneath your tenuous friendship with him, there’s been something else that keeps you from abandoning him. Even if he really has been a huge jerk to you.

Levi’s eyes close, and he exhales deeply.

“I need to talk to you.” His voice is tight, constrained. It makes your stomach flip.

“…Alright.”

Levi bites the inside of his cheek. “Not here. Just…” he exhales again. “when we’re home safe.” Though you want to press him further, you know you’re not going to get anything else out of him. Instead, you nod, closing your eyes to try and get some rest.

Slowly, you feel Levi’s hand creep over to rest on top of yours. You gently intertwine your fingers with his, fully aware that both of your chests are now pounding at the same pace.

-

Levi didn’t know how he’d even begin to breach what he needed to say to you. But in that moment, in the darkness of your shared space together in his bed, he hoped that his hand on yours wasn’t simply taken as a comforting gesture.