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klipkillakai · 2 months

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that ony clip gave me so many butterflies omg 😩 it lowk reminded me of a punishment like what if homegirl went out for the first time in a while and missed the curfew only gave her but he see on sasha and historia ig she’s drunk shaking her ass on the car or smthn 😭😭

ouuu girl it gave me butterflies too, but you ate so lemme walk with you rq 🤭

ony was sitting on the couch rolling his second blunt while an episode of breaking bad plays in the background, he doesn’t usually get to watch this show because you usually like to watch love island or your ghetto ass reality shows that he pretends not to be invested in—

he glances at the time on his phone noting that you should be home soon and he leans back and lights his blunt, taking a hit and throwing his lighter back on the coffee table

he ticks a hand in his sweats and mindlessly smokes and watches his show, another hour passes and he checks his phone again sending you a quick text

baby moms 💙

-wya?

he quickly leaves the text and clicks on insta checking your story but seeing it hasn’t been updated for 2hrs, he quickly scrolls and finds sasha’s and clicks through them and stopping on a video of you, drunkenly singing a song and twerking on another one of your ghetto ass homegirls, ony smacks his teeth quickly standing up

“this fucking girl man” he walks towards the door, and grabs his keys, slipping on his slides and getting in his car and speeding off while trynna call you..

“bend that ass over let that coochie breathe” you slur while slowly whining on your friend as she takes a video of you guys, your having a fucking good ass time, you haven’t been out in ages and you miss it, you begged ony to let you go.. and after days acting sweet and a few blow jobs, he let you, but with rules of course.. he gave you a curfew which you gladly accepted but quickly broke as soon as you got a few shots in you—

you were feeling bold, who was he to tell you what you could and couldn’t do, he wasn’t your daddy! well… not all the time anyway—

your standing in your section in your own world, sipping on your drink until, you feel someone behind you, and a chill runs up your spine cause you know exactly who it is, you turn around and look up at him

“didnt i tell you to come come after 12?”

your heart sinks a bit “yea but i was having fu-

“i don’t give a fuck, i told yo lil’ ass that ion fucking trust this club and you still didn’t listen”

you smack your teeth a bit “papa your being so extra right now, nobody is even-

you feel ony’s large hand wrap around your neck and he leans in a whispers in your ear

“im gon tear yo ass up when we get home” you feel tingles bloom in your lower belly and feel your face get hot—

“tell your lil friends your leaving” you softly nod and turn around grabbing your bags and saying soft byes and sorry’s, while your friends give you knowing looks and soft smiles—

ony grabs your hand and drags you out the club as fast as your heels will let you, quickly opening the door for you, and letting you get in before speeding off once again—

“im just trynna get my paper straight” you hear brent sing as ony pounds ya shit, you let out loud moans and choked sobs, “p-please” you whimper out as you reach behind trynna to press against his stomach, running away from the dick—

“nah move ya hand” he roughly says, quickly grabbing your hand and pressing it against your back, pulling your hair, and starting to drill into you—

“oh my god” you whine, pathetically whimpering letting him just man handle you, letting out his frustrations on you…

“take that shit” he grunts, pounding into you “mhm” he whispers, tightening his grip around your hair

“i c-cant” “p-pa-

he hears you he really does, but he can’t get over this shit, not this time, you need to learn, yo lil ass get real disrespectful and he’s tired of it..

“nah tell them all that shit you was saying in the camera, let them hear all this” he lifts you up and pulls you towards the camera, while still pounding into you

“i-im sorry” you sob “im s-so so sorry papa” “pl-please haaa~ ” you feel the tears rolling down your cheeks, your so overstimulated and he’s so deep inside you.. too deep even, you just need a break

“b-break” you choke out.. “need a break”

“hm baby?” “you need a break” he says mockingly while biting his lips after feeling you tighten around him, “lil ass can’t even handle some dick, you think you finna go out again?” “you crazy mama”

“please!” you moan again, pathetically trying to reach down to rub your clit, to soothe some of the stretch your feeling— god it hurts so good, your eyes nearly roll back into your skull—

“you wanna break?” “here” ony quickly pulls out, breathing heavy, grabbing his phone concluding the punishment he was giving you, you lay on the bed heaving, pussy leaking more slick, your shaking and tired..

ony slaps your ass, and leaves hot kisses down your back “i bet you’ll never do some shit like that again” “right mama?” you just tiredly nod.. he slaps your ass again “let me hear you say it” “p-promise papa” “i won’t do it again” ony nods and slowly slips inside you again, this time giving you slow strokes, and rubbing small circles on your clit.. “mmm~

the rest of the night he takes care of you, ending in mind blowing orgasms, he can never stay mad at you for too long, your still his baby girl..

|a/n|

wait yall!! i’m fucking with this oneeee ouuuu, yall i love me some ony! 🤭

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chrollohearttags · 5 months

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poor (y/n) 💔 she was just trying to be a good hostess 😭

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thedoll-ri · 10 months

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may be my delusions but idc every man i post abt is OBSESSED and INLOVE with us. highlights dedicated to you, posts and everything above ! its to the point where people dont even try and slide into the dm bc its so obvious he's not single. and if they do message him, he either doesnt open the message, leaves them on seen, or sends them a text saying 'gtfo out my dm' i feel like if its on some petty shit one of them would def send a voice message of yall fucking.

#x black reader #aot x black reader #onyankopon x black reader #connie springer x black oc #connie springer #aot x reader #connie springer x black y/n #connie x black reader #my thoughts • 🧸🎀🤍💭#eren x black reader

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rimaiahwrites · 3 months

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୨⎯ masterlist ⎯୧

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ Black, she/her, nineteen, I love to write about all different types of things but my fav is sub/crybaby (BLACK!)reader♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚

I only write black female mcs, because there’s not enough but anyone can read my work of course!

My requests are open!

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ all content posted here belongs to @rimaiahwrites don’t not copy or repost my work to any other platform ࿐ྂ

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cxtoonzzz · 3 months

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Today's sketches :3 Dunno if I rlly like them but idk I liked the poses

Also, bonus art of C nd a moot's OC (who is shipped with Onyankopon)

This below had no context btw they're js besties

#yelena aot #yelena my beloved #yelena snk #attack on titan #aot fanart #aot #yelena #wlw #aot yelena #yelena x oc #sapphic #yelena attack on titan #aot onyankopon #aot oc #art #artists on tumblr

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celestial38 · 8 months

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idk how to work tumblr but im 22 😭😭😭😭 pls dont block me IF I LIKE OR REPOST UE STUFF. I HAVE NO CLUE HOW TO WORK THIS. also,, how do i make friends and find posts on here . (pls give me the links to plug!connie , plug!eren , plug!ony or something around that )

#avatar #onyankopon x black y/n #aot x black y/n #connie x black y/n #black y/n #writerscommunity #ony x black reader #aot onyankopon #eren x black reader smut #eren x black fem!reader #black!y/n #black!oc

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violet-fluff · 2 months

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Devilish Romance (Levi Ackerman x OC)

Chapter 1

Devilish Romance Masterlist

This fanfic will be somewhat following the canon story of the manga/anime. I say “somewhat” because I may change the order of events, characters deaths/lack of deaths, etc to fit what I want to happen to them and how I want my OC to fit into the story.

So please don’t message me saying “that didn’t happen, you’re timing is wrong, etc etc.

Anyway…enjoy and comment!!

There is only one survey corp group remaining. It consists of the og gang of Levi, Hanji, Mikasa, Jean, Armin, Connie and Sasha. Onyankopon is new to the group after becoming an Eldian ally, and Eren is no where to be found as he left the group.

Needing help against the growing cult of Yeagerists, Onyankopon sets the group on sail to Marley, where they will meet up with a friend of his who can help develop a new weapon to fight against the cult.

"How are we supposed to fit in here? We know close to nothing about this place, even with the rundowns you gave us." Levi scoffs as his anxiety rises while they walk through the crowds of Marleyan citizen in Liberio.

Rolling his eyes, Jean nudges Sasha. "Especially with this idiot around. Almost attacking that food vendor could've gotten us arrested."

"The meat looked so good though! I've never seen anything like it." Sasha drools as she relives the memory.

Onyankopon laughs softly. "Don't worry everyone, we are on our way to see a friend of mine. Lily. She used to be in the Marleyan military with me for a while. After her help with the thunderspear, we can head back.”

Hanji is skeptical. "Is she a Marleyan?"

"Correct." He can see the worry on everyone's faces. "But remember, not every Marleyan agrees with the societal division between them and Eldians."

"Then why was she in the military with them?" Armin asks.

"Our military isn't very volunteer based as yours is. I was forced in after my home country was raided, and she was forced in soley due to the fact she is great at mechanical work and her dad was a leading general who needed her skills." Onyankopon shakes his head. "An evil man he was. But she's sweet as pie. Feisty, but a good heart nonetheless."

Connies gulps with fear. "Was? So he's dead now right?"

"He died during a fight five years ago. In a way, it freed Lily because she was able to leave the military. Now we are about to see her peaceful little farm she created for herself."

Eventually the group makes it to the train station where they are able to get a ride to the next station on the outskirts of Liberio. It's there that they hitch a ride with a taxicab to Lily's farm.

"We're here." Onyankopon says and tips the driver as everyone exits the cab.

As the cab drives away, Onyankopon forms a huddle to go over the plan. “Remember, you all need to act as Marleyan as possible. She won’t turn us in, but it’s best if no outside forces know who you truly are.”

Armin fiddles with his hat. “And if she finds out?”

“We die!” Sasha cries into Mikasa, causing her to shrug her crying friend off.

Onyankopon sighs in worry. “Just…leave the talking to me, Hanji and Levi.”

Connie snorts. “Yeah Sasha, don’t blow our cover, idiot.”

“Oi! That goes for everyone. We are here to get help on some weapons and leave. No making friends, no wondering off, none of you are to be idiots.” Levi scolds as he gives each one of them his famous glare.

“Yes, captain.” They all look down sadly.

Making their way up the pebbled trail to the wooden house, Connie stops and pets a donkey that pokes his head through the wired fence. "Hey, I think he likes me!"

Mikasa gently sticks her hand out to pet the gentle animal too, giving off one of her rare smiles as it leans its head into her hand.

As they get closer to the front door, a raspy bark causes them to turn around and Onyankopon grins.

"Casper! Hey, old boy." A chubby golden retriever shuffles up to his friend, tail wagging delightfully.

Hanji takes note of the leg, well fake leg, on the dog. "Does he have a metal leg?" She asks in disbelief.

Smoothing out the gray fur covering Casper's face, Onyankopon pats his belly. "Casper here got into a scuffle with a coyote on the farm. Poor boy lost his leg, but Lily made him a new one. Right Casper?"

The senior dog pants excitedly as he gets another pat on the belly.

"Onyankopon?"

Everyone turns their head to the left when the soft voice calls out. A small woman with long brown hair and a bright smile hurriedly walks over, the vegetables in her basket nearly falling out.

"What a lovely surprise!" She cheers as she hugs her tall companion.

Onyankopon hugs her back gently. "Sorry I didn't let you know I was coming ahead of time. It’s a bit urgent. I hope you don't mind that I've brought some friends."

The survey crew smiles awkwardly as they feel a bit out of place, but Lily only laughs. "It's no problem. Your friends are my friends as well. Nice to meet you all. I'm Lily."

Everyone smiles and introduces themselves.

Opening the front door, she waves her hand inside. "Everyone in! The ride here isn't an easy one so you all can come in and relax."

While everyone sits in the living room to relax, Onyankopon follows Lily to the kitchen.

“I’m assuming people may be following you?” She mutters while brushing past Onyankopon to grab cups and coffee grounds.

He sighs while pouring water into the kettle. “It’s a possibility. I don’t think we have anyone on our trail right now currently.”

Lily is lighting a fire on the stovetop to start heating the kettle. “Some of the people in your little group look young, no?”

Onyankopon sweats, but quickly composes himself. “You know better than me that the Marleyan military takes them young.”

With a hum, Lily eyes him from the side. “I see…”

The conversation is interrupted when the kettle started screaming that it was done.

Walking back out to the living room, Lily carefully sets the big tray of drinks on the coffee table.

Sasha leans forward to grab a cup. “Oh! This is coffee?”

Lily pauses. “I’m sorry! I didn’t even offer other drinks. Would you like something else?”

Sasha stares with wide eyes, but Hanji takes over the situation. “No, coffee is fine! We just haven’t had it in a while due to it not being a priority supply. We missed drinking coffee.”

Lily nods and takes her own seat with a coffee in hand. “Ah yes. I know the feeling quite well well.” She says while looking over the rim of her mug while taking a sip.

Sasha laughs nervously as Jean gives her a scolding look.

Levi tries to not grimace while drinking his. Coffee is not his cup of tea. Literally.

“You were also in the military right?” Levi asks.

“Yes! I was one of the lead mechanics for the weapons division.”

Levi looks her over. It was interesting someone who looks so neat and delicate can aid in creating war weapons.

“Lily is the best Marley has for mechanics.” Onyankopon grins.

Waving her hand at him, Lily blushes. “I’m flattered. But I retired from that. Now, apparently, I make prosthetics for dogs who like to get into trouble.”

Casper perks up from his spot on the floor and Lily laughs while patting his head.

Onyankopon rubs his head nervously. “I was wondering if you can un-retire? We need some help from you.”

“Onyankopon…” Lily smirks while leaning back in her seat, “You never even told me why you’re here. Give me a sales pitch, but make it good.”

With a final sip of coffee, he clears his throat. “We will be heading to Paradis Island-“

“Paradis Island?” She interrupts, “I thought that was a failed mission? Last I heard, the two titan shifters sent there failed at eradicating the island devils...”

Levi scrunches his nose in distaste at the name, while the others looked at each other in confusion.

Onyankopon told them Lily has no hate for the Eldians, so why was she calling them the name given by those who hate them?

“Along with that failed mission, the ship fleet failed in raiding the island after that. Why try again? It would be best to continue to turn the devils here in Marley into titans, and then send them to the island to get rid of the others naturally.”

Onyankopon could only stare in astonishment. Did she have a change in values? This could ruin their plans completely.

“W-well…that could take up too much time. They’ve already been dealing with titans for a hundred years or so now. We think it would be best to try again to speed everything up.” Hanji explains and reaches into her bag. “I also help in the creation of weapons, and I have this idea for a thunderspear…”

Lily pauses as she watches Hanji hold out a rolled up blueprint. Grabbing it, she gently smoothes it out over her lap to look at the content. A drawing of a cylinder tube takes up the page along with its layout of potential hardware.

Hanji continues, “It’s a missile that can be easily thrown like a grenade. It would be perfect for both short and long distance attacks, and has enough power to spread feet away, ensuring all surrounding areas are taken care of.”

Lily smiles. “I like your way of thinking Hanji. The design is near perfect. I’m assuming you need me to bring it to life.”

Hanji smiles hopefully. “Realistically, is it possible?”

“As long as I’m the one building it…of course. But, I’m not sure I want to get involved with the military again.”

“You won’t need to get involved. No one else knows I came to you for help. As far as they know, we did everything completely on our own.”

Lily looks over the group who look at her with hope in their eyes. She then looks at Onyankopon who’s begging her with his.

“Onyankopon, you remember when my dad punished you for steering the fighter plane into the cargo building? But it was really me who did it because I’m a terrible pilot, but you still took the hit for me?…I still owe you for that. I’ll do it.”

The group sighs in relief.

Night rolls around and Lily shows everyone to the room they’ll be staying in. After making sure everyone is comfortable, she walks outside to the patio and notices someone is already sitting in one of the rocking chairs.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Levi. I didn’t realize you were out here.”

Levi nods his head. “No worries. I just needed some air before bed.”

Lily tucks the front pieces of her dark hair behind her ears and wraps her cardigan closer to her body. “It’s chilly out tonight.” She smiles as she sits in the rocker next to him.

Silence fills the air as they watch the sky. “It’s nice to be able to look at the stars without city lights flooding the sky.”

“You really enjoy peace, don’t you?” Levi mutters.

With a small giggle, Lily sighs. “After a life of military and war, I try to enjoy every second of it.”

He grunts in response, but she couldn’t stop smiling.

“You didn’t like what I had to say earlier, did you, Island Devil?”

Levi freezes as his blood runs cold, and he slowly reaches into his side pocket to grip his knife.

“You know, part of being in the military is having the skill to observe people…in case they can be potential enemies.” She eyes Levi up and down. “Your clothes are so old fashioned in Marley’s standards. I blame Onyankopon for that one. His sense of style has always been terrible and of course he would make you all dress like him.”

With a laugh and shake of her head, she goes on…

“The way you all talk is slightly different as well. You speak with more formality than we do, with a hint of an unknown accent. You all in general just seem from a different time. It makes sense though, the people on Paradis Island are a bit behind the modern day ages.”

Levi’s grey eyes grow darker as he gets ready to pounce. “So what now? You’re going to turn us in?”

Lily stares back, her brown eyes glowing in amusement. She takes in the harsh lines going across Levi’s face as he glares back at her. “Of course not. I was only saying those things to see how you would all react. A part of surving here on Marley is having great hatred to Eldians. I wanted to see if you all would get offended enough to speak up.”

“Tch, well I still don’t trust you. For all we know, you could turn us in and have us executed.”

Lily hums in thought. “And for all I know, you all can be like in the stories and eat me or torture me. I’m sure it’s nothing but devilish games on your island.”

Levi seethes with annoyance. “You know nothing about living on the island.”

Her mouth falling into a flat line, Lily gets up and heads back towards the door. “And you know nothing about living on Marley.”

She turns to look back at him before walking inside. “Good night, Levi.”

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi x oc #levi ackerman x oc #levi ackerman #levi attack on titan #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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maydoesthings · 4 months

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What comes next

pairing: Levi Ackermann x f.reader/kinda oc

(it’s supposed to be reader but there are a few things important for the story… Nothing is mentioned in this chapter but for it to make sense in later chapters Im gonna say it. She has no first name bcs I suck at names but she has a last name. Her family and her background is already set. Hair color is black)

summary: When Yelena and her people arrive at Paradis, Levi finds himself in a tricky situation.

warnings: might contain Spoiler for Season 4!, set during 4 year time skip, ooc Levi?, kinda explicit (mentions of sex and vague descriptions) <- it’s not filthy hardcore but it’s there,…

(if i forgot anything I’m sorry, it’s 4am rn)

notes: Hi! I’m back y’all. First published Levi story, yay. Soo before we start, there are going to be more parts. This is just a little intro and the moments described happened in the past, next parts ain’t going to be flashbacks. English isn’t my first language so if you find any mistakes pls let me know🙏 tips are always appreciated.

Lastly, this is kinda smutty so I’ll put a MDNI here. You have been warned, if you still proceed to read, it’s on your own risk. I cannot stop you from reading anything but at least be aware of what you’re reading! (this is like the first smutty thing I published so bear with me..)

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part I

Seeing the outside world- the ocean, finding out about the enemy- Marley, the truth about the titans,.. it was hard to process. they needed new plans- new strategies to defeat Marley. Eren was their ultimate weapon. With him on their side they had to win. But how?

When Marley send out one of their ships to Paradis, it was like a gift. The second ship marked the arrival of their new accomplices. Yelena and her people were more than helpful. But Yelena wasn’t the only one. Onyankopon, Niccolo, and her.

Normally, he wouldn’t care. A soldier from Marley is nothing special. But she was so different at the same time. It was strange that all of them wanted to help Paradis. They betrayed their own country for them.

In order to come forward with their research, they accepted Yelena’s help. They started to build outside the walls. The titans were all gone, no need to worry now. Some were forced to help, some wanted to.

Niccolo wasn’t very impressed at first. He was complaining nonstop while cooking the seafood for the scouts. After Sasha took the first bite, he shut up quickly. He was quite flustered actually. She and Yelena were there too. She found it hilarious.

Laughing loudly with a quiet ‘I told you’ at the end.

Just like Yelena and Onyankopon, she never seemed to hate the Eldians of Paradis Island. He hated it. Thinking about her. She wouldn’t leave his thoughts. He tried, he really did- she was the enemy after all. But he couldn’t. He tried to see something he wouldn’t like. And maybe he didn’t like talkative people. Or people who invade personal space. But at the same time, she was a bit shy. She would give space if he needed it.

She was the only one who dared to come closer than the rest. Even if he was supposed to be enemy. This conflict was going on for years now.

Even if he didn’t really show it, he didn’t mind her tired eyes looking into his. Or how she sometimes followed him like a lost puppy. How she always greeted him when he entered the room. The way she says his name…

‘Good morning Levi.’

‘How are you Captain Levi?’

‘Do you need anything Levi?’

‘Levi.’

But is he really that special? It’s not like he’s the only one she’s friendly with. She greets everyone. She talks to everyone the same. She always smiles when someone said something funny.

But not everyone gets a knock on their door at every possible hour of the day.

‘Could we have some tea together Levi? I think I have a few more ideas regarding…’

‘Hanges the commander, You should go to her.’ , is what he should say. But he lets her in. Every time. Conversations are nice, if it’s with the right person. He isn’t talkative, so she does the most of talking. He normally would prefer it quiet, yet he doesn’t mind the conversation. She’s always calm, it’s never about difficult topics, she stays polite,…

He wants to hate it. They notice. Everyone sees that she spends more time with Levi. But that he actually likes his time with her goes unnoticed. And it’s not like she tries anything with him. Hange said to him once that she probably tries to befriend everyone. Showing that she isn’t the enemy.

‘And you know, it’s so hard to read you, she wants to make sure that you two are on the same side!’

Hange didn’t help his problem.

He genuinely thinks that those are her true intentions. There’s this other side though. What if she’s a spy for Marley. What if she’s trying to get more information. What if she wants us to trust her so she can betray us.

But she wouldn’t do that, would she?

No.

He still has to be careful. Actually, he fucked that up too. It’s too late for being careful.

He couldn’t resist when she looked at him with those eyes. These damn eyes. And her smile. How could someone look at him this way? No one ever did. He can’t believe it. But he wants to. He wants to be selfish for once.

One evening, she would come to his door again. With two teacups in her hand.

‘Would you mind if we talk?’

He could never say no to her. So she comes in. She sets the two teacups down and starts to prepare everything. Levi just sat down. He wanted to help her, but every time he tried she refused. He doesn’t like how other people do his tea. This was his room and she, a prisoner from Marley, tells him what to do?

He accepts it. When everything is ready, she sits down with him and they drink their tea. She starts talking, he replies sometimes. It’s nice.

Somehow, their usual routine changed. She did nothing wrong. One small slip up and it was over. He was listening, until she stopped talking. Looking him directly into the eyes. The smile from before slowly fading. Did he do something wrong? Well fuck.

And then the unexpected came. She complimented his eyes. He expected everything, but not that.

‘What.’

‘Your eyes. They’re beautiful. With the grey and the little blue sparks… You don’t see that often.’ Her smile was returning.

‘Why would you say that.’

‘Huh? Because it’s the truth?’

Not a lot people made him compliments. He has gotten love letters before, or weird request. But not compliments. They either found him to scary to say that to his face, or they simply didn’t find anything to compliment. Well maybe expect on the battlefield. On how he did a good job or something like that. But not about his appearance.

They loved to comment on his height rather than his other features.

And that was his moment of weakness. He didn’t know what to say. And he didn’t. He grabbed the base of her neck and brought her forward to his face. He kissed her. He didn’t know why he did it. He didn’t know why she kissed him back, bringing her hand up to his cheek. This was his sign to stop. He pulled back and stared at her. His eyes were wide because what the fuck just happened. Why did he do it. Shit she’s going to slap him now.

She looked at him. Not one word came out. Levi did the only rational thing.

‘Don’t take that personal.’

‘I won’t.’

‘Okay.’

…

‘Will you take it personal if I do it again?’

He should’ve said no, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t say anything, so he shook his head. A tiny smile formed onto her face and she pressed their faces against each other. He didn’t mind, even if he should.

She also didn’t take it personal when they left the kitchen. Or when she sat on the bed, when he followed soon. Or when he undressed her. She didn’t mind him seeing.

He didn’t take it personal when she whispered his name. It was so different compared to the other times. Only for him to hear. It felt good.

He didn’t take it personal how she let him do things he could only dream of.

How it could even get to this point. They shouldn’t have. The only thing he could focus on was the way she looked when he touched her. This beautiful face still looking at him this certain way.

No one could know. This intimate moment together. How she moaned his name. How he held her even closer every second. How good they looked together. How good they felt.

It was so against the rules. They were from two different worlds. Their countries were at war, yet they decide to forget all that for what? The world was cruel. He wanted more of that.

No one really knew what to say afterwards. Both in his bed. He felt filthy. Not because of what they had done, but because of what he had to do now.

‘You should clean up and then go to your room again. It’s getting pretty late.’

He couldn’t even look at her. But he saw the nod in the corner of his eye. She stood up and fuck- he might do it again. It wasn’t only the sex, her in his room, his bed, he wanted that. She looked so beautiful like this.

She started collecting her clothes and just as she was about to put them back on-

‘Clean up here. You can’t go back like this.’

Only a nod again. She looked guilty. A bit sad even. Before she could really disappear in his bathroom she turned around.

‘Levi-‘

‘That wasn’t personal either. No one can find out about this. We would get into trouble, you hear me?’

It was harsh, but he had to set boundaries. This went too far already no need to make it worse.

He could only dream of what was about to come.

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I almost forgot- Happy Birthday Levi!!

requests are always open (I need ideas please🙏🙏)

Song recommendation - White Dress by Lana Del Rey

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #captain levi #levi x reader #niccolo mentioned🔥🔥#i’m sorry i love sasha and niccolo too much #levi aot #happy birthday levi #it’s 4am i’m done #can’t believe i actually posted smt #have been writing this for 2 hours #i’m tired

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prettyxvenom99 · 1 year

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Venom's Fic Masterlist

This is a list of all my fics across platforms! I write mostly AOT fics focusing on Levi, either Levi x OC or Levi x Reader. Love me some angst! And gentle, gentle fluff especially when it's well-earned. I have both two-braincell smuts and all-hands-on-deck long epics with actual worldbuilding, character-building, and sometimes even citations.

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One Saturday morning in the age of exhaustion

↳ Levi tells you to go back to sleep. Levi x Reader. Angsty fluff, hurt/comfort.

Turkey-less Stuffed Roast with Gravy (and Ghosts)

↳ Levi preparing his Thanksgiving dinner. Angst.

The hands Levi holds when he has a nightmare

↳ Levi being comforted after a nightmare. Levi x Reader/OC. Fluffy angst, hurt/comfort.

AO3 Long Fics

To You, 2,000 Feet Above (ongoing)

↳ Levi trying to balance the Underground Resistance and his own struggle with love (and himself). Levi x OC. This is my main fic! Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, fantasy, action/adventure, romance. Full summary below.

Errors and Expectations: A Guide for the Scholars of Basic Loving (ongoing)

↳ Levi as a graduate student and OnlyFans model. Levi x Reader. This is the two-braincell smut longfic (sorry). Full summary below.

Wounds of an Endless War (completed)

↳ Modern AU featuring reincarnated Levi, who's trying to reconcile with his past traumas. Levi x Reader/OC. Full summary below.

Teashop Wishes and the Rest of Our Lives (on hiatus)

↳ Levi, Onyankopon, Gabi, and Falco's life after the war. Crossover with Hunter x Hunter. Found family wholesomeness with angst. Full summary below.

AO3 One-Shots

The Dirty Song Series (Levi x Reader one-shots):

A Dirty Song for the Captain (currently hidden for revision)

A Reunion in Lust

Birthday Cake on Bare Skin

A Cripple and a Cat Who Refused to Die (Levi angst)

Carnal Indulgence (Levi x Reader smut, technically not a one-shot but it's less than 10k)

Neither Sadness Nor Joy (Levi x Reader fluff)

Gray Eyes in the Mirror (Levi angst -- my first ever fic!)

#Venom writes #aot fanfiction #levi x reader #levi x oc #levi smut #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 writer #levi ackerman #levi fanfiction #levi ackerman x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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kikarouflames · 4 months

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Levi x OC

OC: Giselle Fischer

-> she is a ginger head. I got the idea of her 5 months ago. My very first OC was ginger head too. Maybe I just like fiery hair colors, lol.

->Her personality is joyful, confident and very sweet and understanding. She is as fiery as her hairs.

-> This was set in post war.

->Story: She is a expert in making tea and works at one the best teashops in the area. And one day Onyankopon took Levi to get a visit to that teashop. He agreed and when Giselle saw him, well she became interested. I thought that the heroes all must be famous after the war. So, she knew him and wanted to know him more.

Before the war, she worked as a head of the intelligence department for her country, till marley took over and she had to work under them. She participated in stopping the rumbling with all the other officers who were ones outside the walls. After it was all over, her dad was very worried for her well being and didn't want her to participate in the war or any other military activity. He wanted her to settle down, so before he died of a disease he told her to resign her post. She did so as to fulfill her dad's wishes.

She was very fond of tea and so she specialized in making it, and became an expert at making all kinds of tea.

->Both Levi and her were fond of tea and bonded over it and slowly and through very rough journey caught feeling for each other, she helped Levi overcome his trauma. Levi helped her find a purpose after her dad's last wish.

#levi x reader #levi x oc #levi ackerman #attack on titan #aot #levi aot #levi attack on titan #levi #shingeki no kyojin #snk #giselle fischer #giselle

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aishitemasu-levi-heicho · 10 months

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Hello, I'm Syl 🌹

Nice to meet you!

Levi Ackerman is the love of my life ❤️

I reblog nsfw and dark content so PLEASE MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🔞

I don't write or draw myself. On this blog, you'll find art and fiction about

♦️ Levi

♦️ Levi x Reader

♦️ Levi x OC

♦️ Levi x Erwin

♦️ Levi x Hanji

♦️ Levi x Petra

♦️ Levi x Furlan

♦️ Levi x Mike

♦️ Levi x Zeke

♦️ Levi x Onyankopon

♦️ Levi x Erwin x Reader

♦️ Levi x Erwin x Hanji

♦️ Levi x Hanji x Reader

♦️ Levi x Hanji x Zeke

♦️ Levi x Hanji x Onyankopon

♦️ Levi x Hanji x Petra

♦️ Levi x Petra x Reader

Update: July 8th, 2023

#about this blog #pinned post

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the-attic-writer · 2 years

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Sketching time!

To relieve the anxiety of these past days, in any case

(Thank you Tumblr for ruining the photos’ resolution 😊)

#patch you up #lulu draws #levi ackerman x oc #traditional illustration #my art #king onyankopon

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chrollohearttags · 3 months

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reverb gang as HISS lyrics 🐍 (AOT SMAU)

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haliyam · 3 years

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Asset

zeke x reader/oc, slight levi x reader/oc

summary: Levi slips into the Liberio internment zone during the festival and finds himself distracted. (Season 4 and manga spoilers ahead)

Reader does have a background that’s hinted at, default name Lucy, but if you have the InteractiveFics browser extension, please feel free to use it to change your first name! This is actually part of a series I'm hoping to write (brain willing lol), but this can stand alone too.

AO3 link if you prefer to read there

hello! i haven’t been on tumblr in a while but stumbling back into aot made me need to write something, and everyone’s fics and gifs here are amazing!

Jean looks around, tilting the brim of his hat forward just before they cover his eyes. “You sure about this, Captain?”

“Nothing wrong with making sure they haven’t caught on,” Levi nods, adjusting the lapel of his jacket. “Or that that bastard hasn’t changed his mind and informed on us to his superiors.”

Jean’s eyes flicker to his at the very thought. He spots a familiar hesitation in them, but it’s quickly fettered away with a nod. When Levi is sure he has nothing more to say, he returns it, and Jean departs for the crowd with a casual swagger that belies his doubt.

Levi hasn’t asked them their opinions on this operation. Of course, they’ve all offered it anyway—but Hange has decided, and he trusts their decision. On that point, the Scouts had all agreed.

Today the internment zone gates are open to all visitors, Eldian or not. Triangular streamers of all colors canopy the streets, and flutes and drums and instruments he’s never heard sound out in joyous cacophony in the near distance, tempting curious ears from beyond the gates. The festival is definitely a trap—but admittedly, a beautiful one. He’s never seen this much cheer since Historia’s ascension, or maybe since they retook Wall Maria. Back then he hadn’t exactly participated, much less left his quarters until it was later and Hange insisted he show himself… but this celebration is in full swing. Between Jean, Connie, and Sasha, Jean was the best choice to bring along. He’s the most likely to stay on track.

...Which is why it shames Levi when he’s caught off guard staring into a stall filled with all kinds of … food, he can only guess. Onyankopon introduced them to new desserts, but this is different. Bright and vivid, the tangy scent of them fills the air, but they’re not lollipops or candy or chocolate. He was supposed to turn the corner into an alley right before this one when he spotted it, and now…

“Here.”

A packet of one of the strange desserts is shoved into his face so quickly that he almost darts back. He reins it in at the last minute, only fixing a glare upon whoever dared invade his personal space like that, much less present themselves as a threat.

You.

A young woman in a simple dress, hand clasped around a packet of mouth-watering orange-yellow strips of the stuff.

“Here,” you smile politely, apparently unfazed by the suspicion he levels at you.

“What is that?”

“Dried mangoes,” you reply, taking a step or two closer to let your arm relax. “You were looking at them, right? They come chocolate-covered, too, but I say try these before the other variants.”

He doesn’t answer. The people manning the stalls beneath the vivid tents in the festival have all been overly friendly, but that’s par for the course, and they know to turn to their next prospective customer when he quickly walks past. Damn his own eyes. They almost make him regret his rule not to accept anything from anyone unvetted. “No thanks.”

Now you give him a different look. A curious one, which makes him almost curse under his breath. He’s supposed to blend in; not draw attention to himself. Levi turns away, heading down the road again and meaning to turn for the alley once he’s shaken you, but you’re already walking next to him.

“Have we met?” you ask, still looking at him.

“No.” He thinks he would remember if you had. And this isn’t good. Now you’ll try to commit his face to memory.

But you look away instead as you bar his way once more—down, to be specific, so you can fish a small piece of the dessert from the packet and take a bite. “Not poisoned,” you promise, clearly biting back a grin while you pause to chew. Infuriatingly, you begin to mirror his squint. “You aren’t from around here, are you?”

He stares at you, and is still deciding between bewilderment or irritation when you continue, “It’s not a bad thing. I’m glad that you decided to drop by.”

“What?”

At least the look he gives you makes you recoil just a little now. That’s more what Levi is accustomed to. But it doesn’t stop you from talking. “You’re not from the zone,” you answer, motioning to his bandless left arm. “Not many outsiders want to come, in spite of the festival… so thank you for giving it a chance.”

You extend your arm again, your hand and the packet almost touching his chest in this renewed offer.

He really shouldn’t be doing this. He should be pointing you toward a distraction and leaving, or otherwise putting you off to the extent that you voluntarily leave him alone yourself. But the hope in your gaze is too tender to spoil, reminds him of too many in the past who deserved more than him to be here now—or it’s the festival getting to him.

With a sigh, Levi takes a strip of dried mango from the packet and watches your lips curve upward into a bright smile. He shakes his head, barely just stopping from rolling his eyes as he thinks about how you probably picked a dessert far too sweet for his tastes—but he’s in for another shock when he takes a bite and finds it sour instead. Well, sweet in parts and sour in others. It’s different, but he doesn’t dislike it at all.

It must show on his face as he chews, which is terrible, because you take it as an invitation to speak again. “They’re from the southeastern archipelago. Eldia never conquered much of that continent—and thank goodness for that,” you seem to add quickly for good measure, “but it did pick up a few of their delicacies. It’s common Eldian fare whenever they’re in season.”

“I see,” he says, just to be forgettable. “Thank you.” It’s likely that being rude will make someone like you remember him more, and that isn’t his goal here today. As he swallows the strip (it was too small), Levi almost doesn’t notice you nudging him forward toward the next stall. But he does, and he gives you a look. “What do you think you’re doing?”

You grin sheepishly, knowing you’ve been caught. “I never meet non-Eldians within the zone. Especially none like you. I'm going to tour you around the stalls a little - I know the scents might be confusing, and the armbands are… well. But there are good, honest people here.”

“That so?” the remark is aimed toward you, because his suspicions remain, but he realizes his mistake when your eyes look even more earnest than before.

“There are. And good food, as you can tell,” you say proudly. You offer him the packet again. “Let me show you.”

He should really get going. He and Jean mean to rendezvous in an hour, and he still hasn’t left the festival grounds.

But the look in your eyes tells him you’re going to be very annoying if he refuses. Or maybe that’s what he tells himself when he lets you.

This is how Levi finds himself guided around the festival that afternoon, getting all sorts of history lessons on food (and tea) as he tries them - but only bites, and very reluctantly of course, because he doesn’t care to get too full before tonight, when his stomach has already begun to turn. It’s that he knows he has no right to enjoy himself with the novelty of this event, with the optimism in your quiet laughter when he balks at the spicy undercurrent in the skewer of meat you have the audacity to stick into his hand. Not when he knows what’s going to happen tonight. Not when he doesn’t even know your name.

You tell him, finally, when you take a break by a quiet corner in the festival. Over here they’re selling older Eldian art pieces, some painted and others carved figurines, and the scent of lacquered wood faintly invades his senses. He gets a brief respite only when you lean closer to him to let a passing merchant through. Lilies. “I’m Lucy. I thought you should know the name of your tour guide.”

The name sounds familiar. It’s probably a common one he heard during their last visit.

You’re holding your hand out to him, expectation now in your gaze. He’s clearly spoiled you.

Levi stares at your hand. He doesn’t care to shake it, but again—better to be forgettable. He wracks his mind for a name.

“Kenny.”

Kenny? Levi inwardly sighs.

“It’s nice to meet you, Kenny.” You exchange a good, solid handshake, but you are quick to pull away immediately after. Why? Has he been compromised?

He hopes not, as you give him a reassuring smile and look ahead. At the far, far end of the next avenue is the plaza where the crowds will settle tonight, but you can’t see it from here. “Are you here for Willy’s play tonight?”

“Isn’t everyone?”

“Between you and me,” you say, leaning just a bit closer again as you move on from the area and smile at a waving shopkeep, “It’s probably going to be boring. I would leave after the festival.”

Levi looks down at you, meets your gaze with a critical eye for the first time since your meeting. He ignores the way the afternoon sun sets a golden highlight around your hair. “You think so?”

If you notice, you deflect his look with a little snort. “The Tyburs,” you almost spit the name, with a venom not unfamiliar to someone in his line of work but uncharacteristic enough of what he’s seen of you that he spares you a blink. “The Tybur family’s official policy is to leave the rest of the Eldians on the wayside while they live in their beautiful estates. Why speak now?” Your hand, gentle all this time paying the vendors, passing him food, tossing it in your mouth, now clenches at your side. “He’s a coward. So…”

You trail off, biting your tongue as you turn away briefly. Hatred is something far too familiar for Levi to balk at, and so he doesn’t. Because it wasn’t hatred he saw in your eyes, but a strange defeat. He has to wonder, but he stops himself before he can. That will be moot after tonight.

“He’s saying something now,” he replies blankly, letting you hear the shrug in his tone. He doesn’t really care to defend someone with only a few hours left to live, but maybe he feels guilty for knowing even that much. Death has always been a certainty in his life, but the how and the when? “Some people never say anything at all.”

His words break you out of your stupor. It appears you weren’t really talking to him after all, but now he wishes he bit his tongue. The idea of you leaving before the play actually sounds like a good one, and he should not have gainsaid it.

“I suppose you have a point,” you say, looking slightly abashed at your outburst. Sighing, you gesture around the area. “So what do you think? Not bad for a home of devils, right?”

The question has him turning toward you so sharply that you begin to squirm under his gaze. The truth is you’ve been able to deflect his uninterested, even hostile expressions so far, but this one is new. His eyes are walled off for the most part, but a telling indignation flashes across his grey eyes so quickly you wonder if you even saw it. He sees it in the way you search them.

You gulp and then clear your throat. “I lived here when I was younger,” you explain, appearing both frightened and encouraged. Ultimately unable to withstand his gaze, you start to walk again, down the road toward the plaza.

He hardly notices himself following suit. “You left?” You were allowed to?

“My family isn’t from Liberio,” you admit, slowing to keep apace. “I came here to join the Warrior program when I was little.”

Now the expression in his eyes is indecipherable, but curiosity gives it the smallest edge as his gaze flits to your armband. Pale grey, almost white.

“I didn’t make it,” you say, quickly, since bringing up Marley’s prized Warriors with anyone from outside of the motherland is an awful idea this soon, “so I was called back home. But I had fond memories of this place, all things considered, and now I’ve chosen it as mine.”

A strange feeling now worms its way into Levi’s chest. He’s already managed to shut off his thoughts and apprehensions about tonight’s operation - they can’t afford doubts, after all, and anyway those have never stopped him from getting the job done - but it makes him uncomfortable.

“Where do you live?” Will you be spared the worst of it?

You look surprised, but you smile all the same. “A few blocks from here. An old doctor and his family let me stay with them when I was little, and I still stay there now. Now I… work at the hospital in the zone.”

“You’re a doctor too?”

The question seems to dismay you. “Not exactly.”

He frowns before he can help it. “You’re pretty dodgy for a tour guide.”

Now you can’t help but laugh in what almost looks like offense. “Me? I’m the one who’s been talking about myself, between the two of us,” you say, your indignation diluted with your ringing mirth. It sounds clearly over the din. “I don’t even know where you’re from!”

“You do. Not here.”

Levi feels the side of his mouth quirk when you laugh at such a small remark, but you manage to get a hold of yourself before he can respond.

You meet his gaze again, shaking your head in disbelief, and something appears to click in your mind as your lips part with revelation.

“You’re a war veteran, aren’t you?’

Levi graces you with another blink. “What?”

“I won’t ask where,” you promise again, raising a hand in surrender. “You just remind me of someone I’ve met at the hospital.”

He quirks a brow. “How should I take that?”

“Oh! Not as an insult!” you laugh again, covering your mouth, but your lips are pursed, still stifling another smile when you lower your hand. It takes another moment for you to compose yourself. “I meant rather that… you have soulful eyes.”

His soulful eyes stare straight at you, utterly deadpan. “Soulful.”

You stand by it, clearly suppressing mirth again. “Soulful.”

Levi sighs with some exasperation, as if to wonder how his life choices have led to him having to put up with all this, and it must be the most you’ve gotten out of this man since you interrupted his consideration of those snacks. Somehow you can tell that even his irritation should flatter you. “Anyway,” you say, when he seems resigned to all this, “if you aren’t completely sold on watching the play tonight, maybe you can drop by the hospital instead.”

Levi narrows his eyes at you. “Why would I do that?”

“Well… we don’t get visitors often. But the patients always appreciate them.” After a pause, you add, “Not always. But even just sitting with them is something.”

His furrowed brow relaxes. Not that he’ll be able to say yes - not that he wants to - and not that he’s ever cared all that much for bleeding hearts. It’s really more the determination in your gaze that gets him. Like you’re not exactly going to take no for an answer, or worse, and maybe closer to his heart, that you refuse to let the possibility cross your mind.

“There’s one patient I would love to introduce to you,” you continue, when you catch the hesitation in his silence. “He calls himself K—“

“Lucy?”

A familiar voice calls your name from amid the crowd. The smile that simply illuminates your features as you turn to look over your shoulder draws Levi’s eyes to yours rather than to your mouth this time.

Before you can look, a pair of arms encircles your waist, a beard nuzzling your neck while you squirm and laugh, trying to elbow your way out of the embrace to no avail. It’s token resistance that leads only to his nose nudging at your jaw, mouth grazing your neck. “Zeke, stop!”

“So this is where you’ve been hiding,” he murmurs, his glasses nudging your cheek, whisper tickling your skin. “Meeting ran late. You know how Magath is.”

“I know,” you say as you manage to wrangle your way out of his grasp. “But please don’t do that in front of my new—“

You glance to the side with an apology ready for him, but Levi has disappeared. Your hands grasp Zeke’s sleeve for balance as you get on your tiptoes, but you cannot spot his hat among the crowd.

“—friend.” You frown. “He was just here.”

Zeke quirks a brow. “Who?”

“Kenny,” you say. “He was wearing a dark suit and a fedora. Just a little taller than me, black hair… you didn’t see him? And—are you all right?” You reach for his fingers, kneading at the pads of them with yours. “Your hands are so cold.”

Zeke shakes his head, dismissing your second question. “A little taller than you,” he enunciates instead, withdrawing his hands to make a show of stroking his beard. “So did I see another runt? The answer is no, sorry.”

You give his hip a light smack. “I’m not a runt. I’m taller than Pieck!”

“By an inch.” When you make a face at him, Zeke smiles, hands pawing at your shoulders before running down your back and pulling you to him, your chest flush against the wall of his stomach. “Do you want us to look for your Kenny?” he asks, his thumb ghosting your lip.

“He’s not my Kenny,” you give him a look, even though he knows his hands are already giving you other ideas. His other one is stroking your waist. “I just thought he looked lost.”

“My bleeding heart,” he says fondly. “You can’t save everyone.”

You shoot him a look that he ignores. This isn’t the place to get into that discussion, so you shrug it off. “I guess I was imposing on him. At one point he seemed like he’d rather drink rotten milk than listen to me. I just thought we’d built a rapport...”

Zeke snorts. “Okay, okay. I’ll listen to you.”

You squint at him. “Don’t let me twist your arm.”

He grins, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. “I think I let you do a lot more to me than just that, Miss Blanchard.”

The flush that predictably spreads across your face makes him laugh, that warm, hearty chuckle that makes your knees weak. He bends down to touch your lips with his, smiling when you seek his mouth to deepen the kiss. Your hand fists around his shirt, the slightest hum of enjoyment from your throat drawing him further into your thrall, but the nudge of a passerby makes him pull away after a moment. His lips envy the disappointed pout that seizes yours as he closes your hand around his. Zeke lifts it to plant a more chaste kiss to your knuckles in apology.

“But before all that,” he says, “how about that festival date you promised me?”

Zeke gives you a questioning look, as though a part of him might actually doubt that you’ll say yes. Really it’s that he wonders if you’ll still gaze at him with those tender eyes this time tomorrow, but you can’t possibly know that.

You shrug, intertwining your fingers with his. “I’ll let you twist my arm.”

“You let me do a lot more—“

“Yeager...”

“Heh heh.” He withdraws his hand so he can wrap an arm around you instead as he guides you back to the heart of the festival. “I ran into the others while looking for you. The kids wouldn’t shut up about some good wrap nearby—and while their faces were full of pizza. What do you think?”

You lean against him, unable to help the warmth that you practically radiate as he holds you. He knows it too, pulling you closer. You shrug him off briefly to take a last glance around for Kenny, but he really is nowhere to be found.

Ducking back under Zeke’s arm, you smile. “Why not?”

Out of sight, trying to stave off the nausea, Levi watches the pair of you walk away from beside one of the many festival stands littering the avenue. How couldn’t he have realized who you are? Lucy is the name of the asset that sack of shit wants retrieved before the operation begins. He had wondered why, thought it some political ploy that would come into play later on. He didn’t expect the reason to be so... mundane.

He can’t believe he almost felt worried. He knew there had to be something strange about you, ignoring how he was clearly trying to get away. Had you been taunting him? A trap, just like this festival?

It hadn’t seemed like it. Your smile appeared to be genuine.

Not that it matters. He gets smiles all the time that he doesn’t care for; why should a beautiful woman’s remain with him or be any more noteworthy than another’s?

Dismissing the sight lingering in his mind’s eye, Levi turns for his true objective. He’s wasted enough time.

...And anyway, any person who would take up with that monster probably has some skeletons of her own.

Levi supposes he’ll find out later.

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Thank you for reading! :)

The series I mentioned planning should be zeke x reader/oc, but because levi is very tempting, I'm also planning/considering a levi/reader AU (or ending??) of the ending post-rumbling (we'll see).

EDIT: This is a oneshot which can stand on its own, but if you're interested in a series I've posted the first two chapters of interim, the first of the Zeke-centered fics I mentioned I intended to write! It's a prequel that starts in Liberio after Zeke, Pieck, and Reiner come home post-S3. It'll go into Reader/Lucy's relationship with the Warriors, particularly Zeke, + how exactly they ended up where they are here in Asset. Levi makes a return appearance once we get to the sequel to Asset, going into the Raid on Liberio and onward.

EDIT 2: And if you'd like something completely Zeke-focused in the same year as Asset, here is a short fluff oneshot to accompany art I commissioned of Zeke and Lucy. It will have Lucy's appearance there (and I suppose her appearance is a spoilerish for the family name which you will discover in interim chapter 1), so if you don't want to see what she looks like then don't click it or just scroll down before the art loads. XD these trivial moments takes place some time before Asset, but still within the month that passes between the end of the Marley Mid-East War and the Raid on Liberio.

#zeke x reader #zeke x oc #zeke yeager x reader #zeke yeager x oc #zeke jaeger x reader #zeke jaeger x oc #levi x reader #levi x oc #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x oc #slight #eventually maybe #zeke yeager #levi ackerman #jean cameo because i love him #aot #snk #haliyam #asset

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