#aot vampire au

[sillyy-julyy]

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Get yourself someone who looks at you with such passion in their eyes as Yulzie looking at Vampire Hange

[kayliraine]

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[4ttack-ur-heart]

Hi. How are you? I wish you a good weekend in advance, since today is Thursday.

Please don't rush to write. Take your time.

Geez! I wanted to send you an aesthetic but, it's okay.

Vampire Levi Ackerman x female reader soulmate.

Content: NSFW, angst, fluff

In which Levi lost his beloved to vampire hunters.

Many years have passed, and now Levi has found a new vampire companion. (Not the reader).

The reader is reborn in this new modern world as a human. The reader had the unique eye color, purple. In the past, Levi had gifted the reader a pair of amethyst stone earrings to match her eyes. He had had them made especially for her.

Levi meets the reader again at a gala. He recognizes the unique scent of her blood.

Now, what will Levi do when he finds the love of his life? The only person who makes his dead heart beat.

Happy ending for Levi and the reader, please. 🥹🩷

Feel free to change things up.

Fate’s Cruel Journey

Pairing: vampire! Levi x fem! reader

Warnings: blood, violence, killing, vampire lore, lots of swearing (mostly from Levi).

Genre: angst to fluff

Summary: Levi lost his wife many years ago to vampire hunters, now, centuries later, what happens when he finds her again at a party but she has no idea who she is?

Note: The only real physical description of the reader is that she has purple eyes, but otherwise she's pretty nuetral and I've re-read the fic so many times, I can't tell if there's anymore mistakes because of brain malfunctions.

AAAAAAANd I also wanna thank you for being so patient. I haven't written for aot in like over a year so writer's block unfortunately hit pretty hard. Hope you like it!!

Sent in by the person who requested :) an ai visual of Levi’s vampire look.

The breeze seems colder tonight. The stars twinkle faster than Y/n remembers, too.

Maybe it’s the full moon beaming down on her body.

Or maybe it’s the wooden stake impaled near her heart that heightens her senses in her last moments.

The crickets and cicadas chirp a little louder as well. The rain also seems to dribble down her body quite rapidly.

No, that was really blood- not rain, the blood of a vampire. Thick black liquid spills out of the wound and a tiny line even trails from the corner of her mouth.

Night has never looked so beautiful. Through her half-lidded eyes and blurring vision, she swears she sees a shooting star.

Make a wish.

“Let me watch over him…” she whispers to no one in particular, just whatever deity above is willing to listen.

A choked sound leaves her chapped lips as the black goo starts to seep into the back of her throat.

Him….

Him-

Footsteps quickly sound off in her left ear and her head rolls slightly in the direction.

“No, no…” The voice, a man’s voice, rasps out. “Stay with me, Y/n. Don’t you fucking leave me.”

Though a harsh choice of words, she can make out the slight shakiness in the man’s voice.

Her eyes finally settle on the figure. A cold and calloused hand touches her face tenderly, the hands cradling her features. She can faintly feel the thumb rubbing across the cheekbone as her face is turned towards the figure.

A small smile breaks out on her face.

This wasn’t any man. This was her man.

Her husband.

Her Levi.

“I-I didn’t know there were so many of them.” She whispers as her breathing quivers again. “I was just h-hungry.”

Levi’s jaw clenches as his steel blue eyes gaze into her purple ones. “I know, baby. It’s okay, I’m going to get you back home.”

Levi moves to pick her up, but she lets out a noise that stops him.

“N-no, don’t do that. I’ll only die quicker.”

An unsettling feeling takes over Levi’s entire body as he contemplates her words. She's right. Any slight movement of the stake would easily pierce her heart and kill her before he could even properly say goodbye.

Levi sucks in a harsh breath, trying to fight the tears lining his eyes. This isn’t happening. She was going to be just fine. It’s just a nightmare and he’ll wake up.

A cough interrupts his thoughts, and Levi is quick to pull her away from the tree and into his arms. Her back rests against his chest and her head falls to his bicep.

“I wish we could go back to the first day we met…” Her words go unanswered for a few moments as Levi recalls the memory.

——

He had already been turned for a few years and was wandering the streets looking for food- for blood. Passing by a rowdy tavern, his heightened hearing was able to pick up faint crying coming from the alleyway next to it.

Cautiously approaching the dark entrance, he makes out a figure sobbing over a bloodied body.

With an intake of breath, he quickly hides himself. There have been rumors of vampires lurking in the village. If someone saw the way his blue eyes flickered to red at the smell of blood, he’d be hunted down for sure.

“What have I done, no, oh my god…” the figure sobs quietly.

Levi was now curious. Did this person kill the other? Pushing down his suspicions, he starts to walk towards the pair.

The figure- a young woman- lifts her head in shock at his appearance. Her eyes were puffy from crying and her clothes seemed to be torn and dirtied.

“I didn’t kill him!” Her eyes dart between him and the dead body as she quickly stands. “I-I promise!”

Levi gives out a scoff. “Tell that to the blood all over your chin.”

She gasps and her hand comes up to cover the crimson patch.

“He came at me.”

“And you sucked his blood, right?”

The woman freezes at his words. He knows.

He knows and he seems so calm about it.

Levi gives out a ‘hmph’ at the sound of barking laughter from drunken men lurking closer.

“Either follow me or worry about them.” He gives her one last look before walking down the alley. “Your choice.”

His silhouette slowly disappears through the thick fog. The woman chews her lip, tongue swiping over the blood that lingered.

Hesitantly, she follows him.

“Who are you?” She asks.

“A vampire, just like you.” Levi grabs her arm and yanks her behind a few stacked barrels to hide them from prying eyes. “Names Levi.”

And from then on, Levi took her in. He showed her how to hunt humans and discreetly suck their blood without creating too much of a mess. He showed her how to hide in the shadows and blend in.

Most importantly, he showed her how to love.

——

“Why’s that?” Levi asks.

Keep her talking.

Y/n glances at the moon before her lavender eyes fall back to her husband. Her hand shakily comes up to brush his hair away from his forehead. “Because I would get to fall in love with you all over again.” Then her hand dropped and her purple irises stilled.

She was gone…

Levi prayed to that same deity over and over again. Please let this all be a nightmare.

Let me wake up.

—-

Levi shoots up from his bed with a cold sweat coating his body.

He lets out ragged breaths as he tries to figure out where he is.

His mind can make out the familiar Victorian style furniture and he realizes where he is. He’s home… or at least the manor he resided at.

Fate was too cruel in this story. Levi did have a nightmare about his wife and he did wake up, but the narrative still stayed the same.

Y/n was still gone and she had been for a while.

A small knock rapped at the wooden door and Levi rubbed his exhausted eyes before telling them to come in.

Vera, Levi’s ‘roommate’, walks in. Years after his wife passed, he met her being chased by hunters and saved her. The pair decided to stick together for survival, but it was nothing close to what it was with his Y/n.

“I heard you screaming again. Another nightmare?” Her voice is concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She nods and hesitates before closing the door, knowing he won’t beg her to stay. It wasn’t the same and it never will be.

Vera was a sweet girl, but over time, she started to see Levi as possibly more than what their situation actually was. It was easy to tell in her body language and words that she liked him and longed for something more.

Levi told her his wife’s story, yet she persisted.

It angered him and it felt disrespectful. Even though it’s been years, he can't see himself with anyone else nor does he want to.

The phone pings on the edge of the nightstand, the screen illuminating the dark room. With a groan, Levi retrieves it and sees the text from the leader of another vampire clan. Eren with the Yeagerists.

-I sent Vera all the details for tonight. Everyone’s excited to finally feed again, but don’t worry we’ll make sure not to get any blood on your ancient relics.

That’s right, the details of what took months of planning were flooding his head again. The Yeagerists, The Scouts, along with Levi and Vera had planned a Gala of the sorts. Another stupid and expensive party for the elite humans to socialize. Perfect for their trap.

“Little brat,” he mutters with the urge to roll his eyes at the text. Eren was a newer vampire and has only been turned for about 250 years and he already thinks he knows best.

Levi sits up and starts getting ready for the day- err night. When he finishes tying his neatly ironed cravat, he makes sure to take a small feather duster to the old antiques around his room.

Despite the new century, Levi took pride in keeping artifacts and decor from when he first turned. It gave him a sense of peace and calm, almost something that reminded him of home.

Of her.

— —

“Eren emailed me the list of guests attending,” Vera says as she sips on the mug of steaming black tea Levi prepared.

Levi glances at her and sees the small grimace on her face as she takes a sip.

“You don’t have a drink it, you know.” He chides her.

“No, I like it. It’s very good.” She lies and takes another sip.

Ass-kissing won’t get you anywhere with me.

With a sigh, Levi finishes his own cup and rinses it in the sink. “Anyone of importance?”

Vera shakes her head.

“No, just a bunch of old, snobby bureaucrats and their wives. Although…” she trails off. “There was one person, a girl. I guess she’s the niece of one of them. Nothing strange, but she is the youngest one attending in her mid-twenties.”

“What a shame.”

The venue was at their manor nestled deep into the woods- perfect to hide the screams. When the clock strikes midnight, lock the doors, and have the feast of their lives.

Now that technology has advanced so much within the past century, it’s been hard to hunt without worrying about someone’s camera recording them. Vera said she had almost been caught if not for that stupid woman’s flash going off and alerting her.

At least this way, although barbaric, was the safest and strategic for their kind.

“It’s four o’clock now. What time should we be expecting our guests?” Vera asks.

“Around six. Make sure to dust the foyer. I wouldn’t want these people’s last thoughts to be about dying in a pig pen.”

——

When the grandfather clock chimes six times throughout the manor, Levi doesn’t hesitate to open the door.

Erwin of the Scout clan stands there with his guests of vampires.

“Right on time,” Levi hides the small smile daring to cross his face. “As usual.”

“Still as gracious as ever, Levi,” Erwin says, not bothering to hide his own smile at seeing his long-time friend.

There’s a small pause.

“May we come in?”

“Tch, you of all people should know vampires obeying invitations are only a myth, right?”

“Still good manners.”

“I see.” He sighs and opens the door. “Come in.”

Erwin was the oldest vampire among their group for almost a thousand years. 861 if you wanted to be precise.

“Levi!”

Arms wrap around his shoulders from behind, catching him off guard and he quickly catches his balance.

“Hange, I see you’re still the same as always.” He pats their wrists locked around his frame as his way of saying hello.

“Never better actually! You wouldn't believe the new things humans are doing these days.”

Hange was the eccentric one of the bunch. Even though they are only about 655 years turned, studying humans has never ceased their interests.

“I can’t wait to hear all about it,” he tells them and nods at the other vampires, Moblit and Miche.

Erwin says hello to Vera who shyly greets the clan. “How is the baby of the clans doing?”

Vera blushes at Erwin’s comment. She was only 179 years old. “I’m doing good. Just excited to finally feed again. It feels like it’s been forever.”

Before Erwin can respond, there’s a loud knock at the door. Levi opens the door and there stand the Yeagerists.

“Eren.”

“Levi.”

“Come on in, you little brats.”

The other clan, though younger in both physicality and biology, have taken their stand on being vampires. Rather than staying true to traditions, they continued to live among the humans rather than secluding themselves away.

“Eren, Mikasa, Armin,” Erwin greets. “Good to see you kids are doing alright.”

“You too, sir.” Armin smiles while Mikasa nods in response.

“Aren’t there more vampires coming?” Hange asks.

Levi makes a ‘hmph’ noise and sighs. “The other kids are late… as usual.”

———

By the next hour, the house was already lively as can be with multiple clans of vampires. The older manor was brighter than Levi normally likes to keep it, Bluetooth speakers were strewn along the rooms, each echoing classical music.

Levi studied everyone in the room from a secluded corner, his enhanced hearing allowing him to eavesdrop on everyone’s conversation. Multiple humans were talking about their successful businesses. Others about their divorces with much younger women dangling off their arms. Even one was boasting about tearing down a nearby park to expand his building.

It made him sick.

Even though the clans normally didn’t have any remorse about killing and sucking dry their victims, they still like to make sure it was humans who at least deserve to suffer.

“I finally found you, Levi.” A voice calls out, making him pause mid-sip of his tea.

Hardy Gustav. A rich and powerful sixty-year-old man of the 21st century. A woman who looked like she was in her thirties was glued to his side, his wife, Vanessa.

“Glad you can make it.” Levi nods, trying to loosen the death grip on his teacup. He’s had a few encounters with Hardy over the past and let’s just say he was someone Levi couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into. “Vanessa.”

“Have you met my niece yet? She's around here somewhere.” Hardy glances around the crowded room.

Levi shakes his head and lets out a sigh. “No, I haven’t yet. Don’t worry, though, the night is still young and I’m sure I’ll bump into her.”

Not like it will matter in just a few short hours anyway.

——

Sipping the bitter wine with a frown, she forces herself to act like she likes it. Y/n has never been too fond of these things, unfortunately. Her uncle Hardy has begged her to accompany him as he thought it would do some good for her mind.

“I need to introduce you to powerful people. Once you see how they carry themselves, you’ll never dream about meeting your husband in some run-down bookstore,” he had told her. “You’ll be taken care of for life.”

She rolls her eyes at the memory. All she sees right now are men twice or triple her age with women who were definitely out of their league. There's no way she’d meet anyone here.

Sorry to disappoint you, Uncle Hardy.

Taking another sip of the gross wine, she decided it was time to find her uncle and tell him she’d be leaving early. Getting out of her tight dress and watching sitcoms all night sounded like a better evening, anyways.

Turning around, she doesn’t see the gentleman walking past her and unceremoniously bumps into him- wine glass included.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry.” Y/n exclaims and sets the now-empty wine glass on a nearby table. Her face grows hot as people around them laugh and start to whisper. “Shit, shit, shit, it’s red wine too and of course you’re wearing white…”

Levi feels the liquid dribble down his neatly pressed white shirt and he fights the urge to snap at the woman.

“It’s alright, really, I’ll just head upstairs and-”

Levi finally looks at her- Really looks at her.

Y/n…

“How did you know my name?” She asks with a confused look as she holds a white cloth napkin.

Shit, he said that out loud?

“I’m so sorry, I can pay for your dry cleaning.” Her hand moved the napkin to his shirt to wipe the stain, but he quickly intercepted it. As soon as his skin touched hers, it was as if all time had stopped.

For the first time in his life, all sound had ceased and a ringing sound echoed in his ears. The movements of the guests and clans around them had blurred together and her figure was the only thing still in focus. If his heart was still beating- he was sure this was the moment it would have stopped.

“N-no,” he hastily clears his throat. “Let me just go change. Excuse me…”

Y/n watches him leave with a confused look.

——

Levi can’t breathe when he enters his room with a slam of the door. Not that he could, anyway, but was that sweat running down his face?

He struggles to loosen his cravat and he tugs at the material hurriedly, then tearing off his blazer and throwing it god knows where in the room.

Fuck.

This has never happened to him before. There's no way. It couldn’t be her.

A pounding noise echoed in his mind and it took him a minute to register that it was a knock on the door. He had the urge to yell and tell the person to get lost.

“Levi, it’s me,” Erwin’s voice rang out.

I can’t do this alone.

With urgency, Levi opens the door. Erwin’s brows furrowed at seeing Levi, who’s usually so composed, in such a distraught. Before he could ask, Levi had already grabbed his collar and yanked him inside the room before slamming the door again.

“What the hell is going on with you?” Erwin asked, concern and confusion lacing his words.

“I-it’s her. God, Erwin, I swear it was her.”

Erwin stiffened at his words. There's only one ‘her’ Levi cared about… only one who could make him feel and act this way.

“How?”

“How the fuck should I know? S-she bumped into me and spilled wine all over me.” Levi’s sentences were rushed and his tone carried a certain vulnerability Erwin’s never heard before.

“You need to calm down or you’ll be the first vampire to ever have a panic attack.” Erwin’s voice was stern, yet he knew someone had to keep Levi grounded.

A dry chuckle leaves Levi. “Don’t tell Hange or they’ll poke and prod.”

Erwin stays silent, not knowing what to say at the possibility of Levi seeing his wife again who’s been dead for centuries.

“Who is she? Why is she here?”

“I don’t know… I think it’s Gustav’s niece. Hange even said she’d be the youngest one here. It has to be.”

Erwin runs through all the possible scenarios and what-ifs. “Are you sure it’s not just a doppelgänger? It happens-”

“No.” Levi was quick to cut him off. “Her blood. Her blood… it’s too familiar. It’s her. I caught her scent and I was following it- that’s why I bumped into her. That’s my wife. Fuck, I can’t go back out there, Erwin.”

“Yes, you can.” He places a comforting hand on Levi’s shoulder. “That’s your wife. You have to.”

Anger swirled through Levi. Years and years of suppressed pain and suffering were finally coming to the surface.

“But she didn’t recognize me! She doesn’t know who I am!”

Erwin grabs Levi by both his shoulders this time.

“Then make her.”

——

Y/n stands uncomfortably next to her uncle and other businessmen as they talk, and talk, and talk-

Out of the corner of her eye, she spots the same man she bumped into earlier coming down the stairs- this time wearing an all-black suit.

She quickly excuses herself.

“Hi, I’m so sorry again. I just wanted to apologize and make sure you were okay. Like I said before, I can pay for the dry cleaning-”

The man cuts her off with a shake of his head. “Don’t worry about it, please. Accidents happen.”

Y/n nods at his words and averts her gaze as she can feel her face heat up again, but tries to make light of the situation. “Well, in case I haven’t said it before, I’m sorry, Mister…?”

“Levi,” The man answers in a raspy voice. “Levi Ackerman.”

She shakes his hand and shivers a bit at the cold touch, yet something about the way his skin touched hers felt so… familiar.

“Oh! This is your party, I’m so sorry for not recognizing you before. I’m not usually one for these scenes.” She smiles and brushes her hair behind her ears.

The earrings she was wearing glimmered in the chandelier light as the amethyst crystals dangled from her ears.

“Your earrings…”

She touched the stones and smiles. “I found these at an antique shop. There was something about them, I couldn’t leave without buying them.”

“They look lovely on you.”

Y/n cannot hide the blush that covers her face.

“Thank you.”

Before anyone else can say anything, the grandfather clock strikes the next hour and Levi freezes. It’s as if an eery chill took over the manor as Levi notices the clans glancing at each other with knowing looks.

It’s time.

Miche and Jean act quickly, using their strength to push over the bookshelves and block the door.

The crowd gasps as books and priceless antiques shatter and litter the foyer.

Hange lets out a maniacal laugh before grabbing the nearest person and sinking their fangs into his neck.

Screams and cries quickly echo in the lavish atmosphere. What was once a party for the elites, was now turned into a bloodbath for the vampires.

And not a drop was to be wasted.

——

“Uncle? Uncle, where are you?” Y/n cries out as she backs into a corner behind a turned-over table. She couldn’t see him anywhere and the vampires moving in a frenzy made her vision struggle to catch up.

Bodies quickly fall lifeless and pale to the shiny marble flooring. A body, a woman’s body, fell in front of the table and only her top half was visible.

Vanessa.

Her pleading brown eyes quickly locked onto Y/n’s face in horror.

“Help me!” She screeched before she was dragged out of her line of sight and her screams quickly silenced.

Once the screaming stopped, a man stood up from behind the table. His mullet-styled hair framed his eyes which were now fading between hazel and the true crimson color of a vampire as he licks the blood dribbling from his bottom lip.

With just one hand, the vampire quickly shoves the table and the heavy wood grinds across the flooring with a sickening scrape.

“You’re a pretty one. Such a waste.” Before the vampire could pounce on her, another figure tackled him to the ground.

“Jean, back off.” Levi stands defensively in front of her.

Jean dusts himself off and shoots him a look.

“Look if you wanted dibs, I get it.”

“That’s my fucking wife.”

Y/n’s eyes widen at Levi’s words.

Wife?

What the hell was he talking about? She had only just met him.

Levi’s eyes turn towards her and his stomach feels like it’s in his throat when he just sees fear written all over her face.

She still doesn’t remember…

Hange detaches themselves from the neck of someone and their eyes fill with shock. “Levi… it’s not possible.”

The older vampires of the clans all turn towards Levi all stunned at his claim. "No one fucking touches her! Do I make myself clear?"

The air is still, safe for the sound of Y/n's heavy pants from fear and adrenaline ringing out in the eerily quiet manor. With a glance around the room, it's easy to tell she's the only human still alive. The other guests, including her uncle, have all been killed. Their bodies are strewn across the torn apart manor and she's surrounded helplessly by vampires.

Levi takes a deep breath and faces the woman- his wife. His hand cautiously reaches out towards her to offer her a hand to stand. Y/n recoils slightly at the gesture and just stares at him, her lavender iris shaking.

"You have no idea who I am to you, do you?"

She swallows heavily and slowly shakes her head 'no.'

"If you come with me, I can explain everything."

Y/n only averts her eyes and chews her lip.

"Or you can stay with them. Up to you."

Again, her eyes scan over the multiple vampires all watching the exchange. Finally, she takes his hand and he helps her stand up. Levi leads her to the staircase and briefly stops as his eyes sweep over the mangled bodies and destroyed furniture.

"Clean up this mess."

---

Y/n's thoughts raced a million miles per minute. She's being escorted through some stranger's house after all the guests were just murdered in front of her eyes.

What sort of twisted joke was this?

Blindly, she follows him into a room and he shuts the door behind her. She remains standing with her back towards him, too afraid to face him.

"Y/n."

Hearing her own name makes her stiffen up and she clenches her teeth and prays this is all a nightmare. "Look at me."

She stays still.

Levi's hand gently presses on her bicep and turns her to face him. He doesn't make any other movements after that, his own nerves getting the best of him.

After a few painfully long seconds of silence, Y/n speaks up.

"Y-you called me your wife." Her voice hasn't changed one bit… if only it wasn't so full of fear.

"I did."

"Why?" Her eyes finally meet his.

Now, Levi stays silent, because honestly, how do you explain to your supposed dead wife that she might have reincarnated centuries later and doesn't remember being a vampire with you in a different lifetime?

"Because you were. Many, many years ago." He moves towards a dresser on the other side of the room. Opening the first drawer, he rummages through until he pulls out a small box. "This was your wedding ring."

The velvet box opens to reveal a glistening diamond set atop a plain silver band. Y/n stares at the ring curiously. It almost triggers something in her brain, a sense of nostalgia, but no direct memories.

"I… it's not possible, I'm sorry," she starts, voice cracking in turmoil. "I've never met you before. I only just moved here-"

"From your hometown, right?" The box shuts with a sharp snap. A symbol of Levi's pent-up frustration getting the best of him. "You wanted a change of scenery from things back home… maybe find a husband and settle down, have a family."

"How did you-?"

"Because that was what you told me over two hundred years ago."

Silence was Y/n's only response.

"Those amethyst earrings you're wearing? They're real in case you were wondering and a gift from me on our first anniversary. You told me you wanted something to match your eyes."

He faces away from her, too caught up in his emotions to look at the woman who doesn’t recognize him.

"You might not remember me, but I remember everything about you. From your favorite color to your favorite flower; forget-me-not's, because you said it reminded you of my eyes, though fate has a fucking funny way of having that bite me in the ass."

"Look," she starts and hesitantly places a hand on his shoulder. "I don't know if it's because I'm really scared of you, but I believe you- in a way… I just don't remember."

The touch makes Levi jump a bit before his own hand covers hers and he solemnly nods. "I know."

A knock suddenly rings out in the room, making them both tense up. Levi gives her a reassuring look and answers the door. He's more than surprised to see Vera standing there.

"Vera? Someone better be fucking dying." He swears under his breath as he feels himself getting frustrated once more.

Vera wrings her hands together and she has a sorrowful look on her face. "I'm so sorry to interrupt, but the others are asking what to do with the bodies and we only have a few more hours till sunrise."

Levi pinches the bridge of his nose. "I'll be out right now."

Vera nods and walks to her own room. Levi shuts the door with a soft click and lets out a sigh. He looks towards the woman sitting timidly on the bed.

"I'll be back in five minutes. Please, don't leave. Believe me when I say you're safer here than anywhere else right now." He waits until she nods and makes his exit.

His footsteps are quick and irritable as he glides down the stairs and meets Erwin at the landing.

"What happened to everything we talked about? Why is Vera asking where the bodies should be disposed of?"

Erwin furrows his brows at Levi's words, confusion taking over his features. He gestures towards the room where the broken furniture was shoved into a corner and the rest of the bodies were piled up by the door, now wrapped up in sheets and curtains. "There was no confusion with your words, Levi. Half are going into the river, and the other half we're burying. We're making great time, too. Feeding gave everyone their strength back. "

Now, it's Levi's turn to be confused. An ear-piercing scream echoes throughout the house, making everyone freeze.

Y/n's scream.

With great speed, Levi and Erwin both move up the stairs and to his bedroom door. The knob stands still, refusing to open.

"Vera! Get the fuck away from her!" Levi yells through the thick wood before standing back and kicking the door down. The wood cracks and breaks easily under his force.

The sight before him horrifies him. Vera is hunched over Y/n, who is now lifeless on the floor.

Erwin is surprisingly faster than Levi and grips Vera around the waist, pulling her off Y/n.

Blood trickles down Vera's mouth and coats her chin, her crimson pupils dilated from ecstasy.

"No! Her blood is so sweet, please, I need more!" Vera cries out and thrashes against Erwin's hold. Levi doesn't waste another second and crouches by the lifeless human.

Deja vu floods his mind as he takes in her half-lidded eyes and raspy breathing. "No, no, no."

Like a mantra over and over again, Levi felt like he was always pleading with a brick wall in this life.

"What the hell is going on?" Eren asks from the broken doorway as Mikasa and Hange hover next to him, their eyes all widen in shock at seeing Y/n's barely conscious form and Vera's feral state.

Erwin moves Vera to the group and they quickly move to restrain her. "Take her and get her away from here! Kill her if you must."

Levi feels like the walls are closing in on him all over again. The pain, the anguish, the familiar feelings all come barreling through once more.

"Stay with me, Y/n! I'll be damned if I lose you again." He cries and cradles her body.

Her eyes lazily meet his as she struggles to breathe. The large bite wound in her neck oozes blood viciously and rapidly.

"I-I'm sorry about your wife," she wheezes out as tears flow from her eyes. Her breathing starts to become more shallow and her eyes slowly flutter shut.

Erwin places a hand on his shoulder, "Bite her. Fully turn her before it's too late."

Levi turns toward his friend, tears streaming down his face as he contemplates his words. His hand comes up behind her head to gently tilt it back and expose her bloody neck. His fangs emerge and he quickly buries them under her skin.

Another raw scream escapes her before she settles limp from the pain. Levi tries to ignore the whimpers of pain she lets out every time he moves.

Don't lose yourself, Levi.

Oh, but her blood did taste sweet. Heavenly, even.

Just a few more seconds…

No.

Control yourself.

Save her,

Save your wife.

Y/n gasps suddenly, her body arching in Levi's grasp. He loosens his grip as he detaches his fangs from her neck.

The blood leaking from the wound on her neck suddenly turns pitch black as the wound closes entirely and her skin loses all of its red pigment, now a duller shade of her natural skin tone. Heavy breaths escape her before her eyes shoot open.

Instead of her normal purple hue, her eyes were now a deep garnet. She had been reborn.

Y/n takes in her surroundings as she sits up from Levi's lap, but before she can look any further, Levi cradles her face in both hands. His blue eyes searched hers in both fear and anticipation, pleading that she would finally remember.

"Y/n?"

Her hands come up to his face and they swipe a stray tear down his pale cheek. "My husband."

Levi doesn't hesitate to pull her into his arms and bury his face in her shoulder.

Erwin doesn't hide the warm smile that graces his features as he takes his leave to give the couple their long-overdue reunion.

"My wife," Levi cries. "My beautiful wife. You're here. You're actually here."

Y/n nods tenderly into the material of his suit as her memories flood her brain. "I'm here, Levi."

He squeezes her impossibly tighter, afraid that she'll disappear again if he lets go.

They don't move from each other for a long time, but by the time they release each other, Levi stands and grabs the ring box sitting on the dresses. Y/n holds in another sob as she holds out her hand so Levi can slip on her wedding ring.

“I'm never letting you out of my sight again. That's a vow, for all of eternity."

[dekirufran]

Reading: right to left Eruri in 2025? More likely than you think Bon appétit!

[marsh-idiot]

Vampire! Levi Ackerman

cw: vampires, kídnapping, slightly possessive levi, slight drúgging. Levi is Mikasa's caretaker, ackermans are vampires. wc: 5,024

pt. 2

Paradis, a small English speaking town in the middle of nowhere Germany. It rarely gets many visitors– and those that it gets don’t stay for very long. The close knit town knows everything about everyone there, to some of the residents' dismay. The town consisted of old gothic style houses, a small church at one edge of town and a fountain in the exact middle with a statue of a woman holding a pot that poured water every moment of every day. 

At the other edge of town sat a beautifully elegant gothic house, vines and moss had grown up the sides over time. Stained glass windows with iron bars over the outside of each one– was it to keep things out or in, no one knows. The house had been there for as long as anyone in the town could remember, passed down from family member to family member. Everyone in the town could tell you the residents kept to themselves, but when they would get the occasional glance of the dark haired family members– they moved like shadows. 

The eccentric family looked as if an old photo came to life, their skin pale white and their outfits stark black. Despite the monochromatic appearance of their outfits they were enchanting to look at, almost as if people couldn’t pry their eyes off of them when they walked by. Shadows seemed to draw them out, their pale complexion attesting to such. Any chance of sun that day meant no sightings of the family. 

The daughter was seen the most, usually carrying a big black lace parasol. Her outfits black like the rest, with red accents accompanying the black lace contrasting her almost paper white skin. She had a few friends within the town, her being the most sociable of the family, one being a short nerdy blond boy who was about her complete opposite, and a high strung brunette boy who was known throughout the town for being loud and rather brash. The two boys would stumble their way through town on sunny days, knocking at the door and waiting for her caretaker– a short pale man with a sour expression– to open the door for them to go inside. On cloudy days she would join them outside, usually sitting by the fountain in the extra shade from the large tree cascading over the fountain and its surroundings. 

Her caretaker, the town assumed to be her older brother, was a short pale man who was known for rarely speaking to people unless necessary. He would wander the town during the early winter sunsets– a black overcoat covering his white button up, a cravat expertly tucked into the collar of his shirt. Townspeople referred to him as an old soul, cursed to look young forever. The family had slowly dwindled during the years, only two were ever seen leaving the house nowadays. 

Knock Knock Knock! 

The giant iron knocker on the front door sounds, the sun long gone from the sky and the moon starting to ascend from the east. 

The door swings open quickly, the short sour man standing on the inside of the elegant house– looking at the stressed individual in front of him. 

“Hi, I’m really sorry for bothering you this late. But do you know where I can get my car fixed? I’m visiting friends in town and my GPS was going insane when I got here, and then my car broke down, and then my phone died when I tried calling them for help and… I just don’t know what to do. Could I possibly come inside and charge my phone just enough to call them?” You ask, your head feeling suddenly light from how many things you could see from just the doorway of the old beautiful house. 

“Hello, that sounds rather… unfortunate. Come inside, and I will fetch a cord for your phone.” The man steps to the side, inviting you in. You thank him and introduce yourself, extending your hand for a handshake as you catch your reflection in a mirror right by the entrance, along with the back of his head. 

He nods at you, “Levi. Welcome in.” He leads you over to the living room, the room looking like a time capsule of old gothic furniture, a small lamp on the table next to the couch illuminating the whole room effortlessly in a warm yellow glow. 

“Thank you, you know– I think this is the most vampire-like house I’ve ever seen. Apart from the mirrors that is.” You point to another mirror on the wall. The living room housed a wall entirely filled with bookshelves, books spanning almost the entire lifespan they could– some brand new, looking to be unread from how pristine they are. And some books looked like they had been there since the house was built– as if the bookshelf was made for them entirely. 

A small chuckle leaves the short man. “Ah yes, family house– no reason to change the look of it if it works.” 

“Well I think it’s beautiful.” You say, stepping further into the room and taking in the almost overwhelmingly grandiose decor. 

“I’ll be right back with that… phone line for you.” He waves his hand around as if trying to remember the correct word for it before disappearing down the hallway. You slowly look over the room, the lamp shade even having an intricate design, however you’re drawn to the bookshelf– curious as to the old books that were there. 

One title you recognize immediately as a classic, however the cover is one you’ve never seen before. Dracula. Bram Stoker. A bit on the nose for the vampire-esque house, no? Your finger draws up to the top of the book like a magnet– unsheathing it from its colleagues to get a good look at the cover. Hand bound it seems, the cover velvet and fraying– a test to how old it truly was. You turn it around to the back and are met with German text. A moment of confusion before remembering what country you were in, however your friends in town said German was the secondary language spoken– usually only the older generation here spoke it. 

A floorboard creaking pulls you from your thoughts, you look over expecting the short man but are met instead by what looks to be a gothic teen girl staring at you, unblinking with a tilted head. 

“Hello, you don’t live around here.” She says very matter-of-factly, the sentence almost chilling your body more than the dark night you had just walked out of. 

“Uhm, you’re very right. I’m here visiting friends.” You shift your weight from foot to foot. 

“Levi has a friend? How strange, could’ve sworn he was a shut-in.” 

“Oh uhm, no. I-my car broke down and Levi is grabbing me a phone charger so I can call my friends.” You hold up your phone, which was basically an expensive brick as of now. 

“That makes more sense. Levi doesn’t enjoy talking to people, surprised he let you in.” She says, her skirt swaying as she rocks from the heel of her foot to the ball and back again. 

“I uhh-I like your outfit. You look nice.” You say, suddenly feeling small in her gaze. Her skirt was red with black lace hanging over it, her shirt black with lace sleeves trailing her arms. Tied together with a deep red stain of her lips, accentuating the cracks of her lips as she stared at you with the same eyes as the short man. 

“Why thank you, took me quite a while to find such perfect clothes.” She says. “So you’ve never been here before?” 

“Nope, first time. However if all houses are like this I might just move here.” You say, finding the distance between you two a bit off putting yet making no move to change it for yourself. 

“It gets quite… homey after a while. Centuries don’t change much here, been the same for a while.” She says, almost as if she was the one experiencing it rather than the likely answer of the older generation saying it or her seeing it in old pictures. 

“Well… that’s a good thing, right?” You respond, the house must be big if Levi is taking such a long time finding a phone charger. 

“No new comers enjoy it, but we do. Townspeople mind their business enough.” She says, taking a single step closer– you feel almost claustrophobic at the small step despite her standing barely through the door frame, a good five feet away from you yet the feeling still creeps up your throat. 

“Mikasa, don’t stay out too late. And don’t scare the company.” Levi says as he rounds the corner, holding a phone charger in his hands like he was offering it to the gods. 

“Didn’t mean to scare your company. Have a good dinner, I’ll be home by morning.” She turns and walks away from the living room and out of your line of sight. 

“Four at the latest.” Levi calls out, walking closer as the door opens. 

“Fine. Have fun with your… company.” She calls out before the door shuts. Levi hands you the phone charger awkwardly, as if he had never held one before this very moment. 

“Thank you, uhm…” You look around for an outlet you could plug it into. He walks out of the room with a glance back as if to tell you to follow him, which you do.

“Don’t mind her, she’s just a peculiar teen.” He says as he leads you down the hallway and into a kitchen and dining room. The tiles of the walls have beautiful details of flowers. Old paintings covering the walls along with many a hanging plants hanging from the exposed rafters. 

“Oh don’t worry, every teen has a phase like that, some never grow out of it. Just be lucky she tells you when she’s going out.” You say as he points to an outlet, plugging the charger in and setting down the book you had kept a hold on to plug in your phone.  

“Yes, well, I must say our whole family has always been a bit peculiar. Dracula?” He picks up the book off the counter as you spin back to look at him, setting your phone against the cold marble countertop.  

“Oh yeah, sorry I was just curious. It seems old. Must’ve been expensive.” You look into his cold stormy gray eyes. 

“It’s been in the family for a while.” He says, handing the book back to you before gesturing back to the living room and you two make your way back there. 

“So, do you speak German?” He asks, pointing to the book as you walk further into the living room. 

“Uhm, the smallest little bit. I took it in school, but I didn’t retain much.” You confess as he stays standing in the doorway, his hands shoved inside his pockets. 

“Would you like some tea?” He asks and you try to remember what the polite thing would be to do– is it a culture of accepting or not inconveniencing the host? 

“Uhm I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you or anyth-” You’re interrupted by a dry cough leaving your throat, quickly covering your mouth with your elbow. 

“I’ll make you some tea. Rest, whilst I do so. Make yourself comfortable.” He turns and walks back to the kitchen and you sit down on the sofa, a dark red velvet soft to the touch. 

“I’ll be right back with that… phone line for you.” He says, walking down the hallway, past the kitchen and to the bolted basement door. Unlocking it and closing it behind him swiftly before descending the dark staircase. Reaching the bottom of the stairs and flicking on the light, glancing over to the completely drained body from the town over– a shame really. The man fought so much just to die in the basement, and Levi thought he could’ve been added to the family– so nice at first.

Walking past the body and over to the shelves, opening one and searching through it. One of his meals had one on them when he brought them back home. It’s around here somewhere. He rooted around in the shelf, slamming it shut when he realized it wouldn’t have been in that one. He organized the relics from each of his meals based off a few things about them: age range being the first, how far he traveled to get them being the second, and the third was how much of a fight they put up. 

He throws open the correct drawer, fishing out the cord easily and glancing it over a moment. Blood, of course. Why wouldn’t there be blood on it. Making the whole drawer dirty this entire time, but he’ll deal with that later. 

He grabs a rag and wets it in the sink, wiping away the dried blood from the white cord. Tossing the rag into the sink he’ll deal with that later. Glancing at the body chained to his wall he’ll deal with that later. 

Flicking the light off and ascending the stairs quickly. Locking the door behind him as he hears Mikasa’s voice. He knew she would, she always tries to get to his home meals before him. 

“No new comers enjoy it, but we do. Townspeople mind their business enough.” She says, taking a step into the living room, slowly cornering you– exactly how he taught her. 

“Mikasa, don’t stay out too late. And don’t scare the company.” He says, turning the corner– directly challenging her and indirectly telling her to back off you. 

“Would you like some tea?” He asks, thank god you didn’t point out the many sedative plants growing in his kitchen– his plan would’ve been ruined if you did. 

“Uhm I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you or anyth-” You’re interrupted by a dry cough leaving your throat, quickly covering your mouth with your elbow. More the reason to make you some tea while your phone charges. 

“I’ll make you some tea. Rest, whilst I do so. Make yourself comfortable.” He turns and walks back to the kitchen, taking a teacup from the cabinet and putting a pot of water on the gas stove. He glances to your phone as the screen lights up displaying the time and a notification, reading “Yo! Hows the drive coming?” He recognizes the name of one of the townspeople Mikasa had talked about hanging out with, apparently he was very cocky and loved to challenge one of her other friends to random competitions. The plug next to that one doesn’t work, what if he… 

The plug comes out of the wall easily, he plugs it into the broken outlet. But it turned on, how do he get it to not. Tapping it? He fetches tea leaves from their container, the good tea, he must like you. He sets up the tea leaves in their cage, placing it into the cup while he waits for the water to boil. He opens a small container of Valerian Root, dosing just enough into the tea leaves to where the taste of the strong tea would overpower the taste but not the effects. 

He waits for the water to boil in his brass tea kettle, tapping at the screen display of your phone until it went dark. Tapping it a few more times just for safe measure as the kettle started to ring out. Pouring the water over the cage of tea leaves and dried valerian root, watching as the water slowly turns darker as the tea steeps. Once the water was tinted black he pulls the cage out, setting it in the sink, he’ll deal with that later. 

He walks the teacup over to you carefully, not to spill any as he makes his way to you. Setting the tea cup on the coffee table in front of you on a coaster. He may be planning to eat you, but he won’t ruin his table for it. 

“Thank you, you’re very kind.” You take the tea cup and blow on the steaming brew– without a second thought as to what he could’ve put in there. If you continue being this nice he’ll have to train you to be more weary in the future, but for now it was helpful. 

“It’s no big feat, wouldn’t want to leave you outside in the cold night all helpless.” He sits down on the other end of the couch, crossing his legs and adjusting his cravat as he looks at you gently blowing on the hot tea. 

“Well I’m thankful you opened the door. Your neighbors didn’t, probably because it’s late at night.” You say, taking a small sip of the tea. 

“They’re old, go to bed early. You wouldn’t want to talk to them anyways.” He dismisses with a handwave and a tilt of his head. 

“Tea is great, what kind is it?” You ask, blowing on it again. 

“Care to guess? It’s a blend of a few.” He can’t help but hide a smirk as you give him a perfect way to get you to continue drinking it. You hum before taking another sip, this one longer. 

“Black tea.” You say with a small smile. 

“Can you tell what kind?” He tilts his head, adjusting his dark overcoat as he interlocks his fingers and rests his folded hands on his lap. 

“Oh I really only know Earl Gray and English Breakfast.” You confess, your cheeks heating up a little from the heat of the drink. The copy of Dracula discarded onto the coffee table along with the book Levi had been reading before you knocked. 

“Ceylon. And what other kind?” He leans towards you just enough to be noticeable but not reactable. 

“Uhm…” You take another sip, this one big– holding it in your mouth for a moment. “Green tea?” You guess, not being able to place it. 

“Close, guess again.” He prompts and you take a few more sips, your confusion growing as you try to figure it out. Your tiredness from the day slowly hitting you as you relax onto the couch. The warmth from the tea being a comforting presence after the stressful night you had before entering this house. 

“Rooibos?” You guess, your nose scrunched up as you await his response. 

“Not quite.” He smiles at you, if you didn’t know any better you’d be stumbling out a compliment at how good he looks when he smiles. Instead you drown out the comment with a big swig of tea, swishing it around in your mouth before swallowing. 

“Would I be crazy for saying raspberry leaf tea?” 

“No, there is some in there, good job. One more.” He praises, and you feel your body start to turn warm just from the tea though, not from the praise or anything else. You quickly take another sip, the tea having cooled significantly since your first small sip. 

“It smells like my cherry blossom tea I drink, but I don’t think that would go well with these other ones.” You laugh, taking another sip. 

“I’m intrigued, I don’t think I’ve ever had that kind of tea before.” He scoots towards you a little, covering it by leaning forward to readjust. 

“Oh it’s wonderful, it’s green tea I think, might be floral. Anyways, it’s really good. I usually drink that or vanilla black tea in the mornings.” You smile at him. 

“Sounds good, I might have to find some just to try it.” He grins at you, entranced by your smile and the way you talk about the tea you love. You take another sip of the tea, now a third of the way through the cup– your movements slightly slowed. 

“It’s earthy, but in a good way.” You bite your lip in thought before taking another sip. “My lack of knowledge is really hitting me here I think. It’s not cinnamon, it’s not cherry blossom, it’s not lemon balm is it?” You ask, trying to remember all of the tea offered at the cafe near your house. 

“It’s not lemon balm.” He states, his arms crossed under his black overcoat. The button up he was wearing, pristinely white almost to a fault. Your blinks slow just enough to where you don’t notice, but he does. 

“Hmm.” You hum before finishing the tea off. “Damn, tell me what it was.” You set the cup down on the coaster again, making sure it was align before sitting back against the couch. 

“Chamomile.” He stands, grabbing the cup. “I’ll go wash this out and check if your phone is on yet.” He says. He knows the phone will not be on, but you don’t. 

“Thank you, really. It means the world you’ve let me in, let alone given me tea.” You thank as he walks towards the doorway. 

“It’s really no problem at all. I’m happy to.” Happy to dine well for the next few days. His meal was delivered right to him nonetheless. Maybe even another member to the family. The house does get a little lonely when Mikasa goes out for the night– no matter how much he didn’t want to admit it.

He rinses out the cup, scrubbing away all the germs you left before setting it to dry on the mat. Taking the cage of tea leaves and emptying it out of the window into the compost below. Walking back to the living room and sitting closer to you this time. 

“Phone is still not on.” He says as he sits down. 

“Dang, I’m sorry it’s taking so long.” You say, folding your hands in your lap– going to raise your feet to sit criss cross but being reminded you’re wearing your shoes still. “Oh, I didn’t take these off when I came in. Should I have?” You ask, worried about mucking up the beautiful carpet underneath your feet. You might be perfect to keep as an extra family member, but Levi really shouldn’t get his hopes up– he needs to see what you’re like after you’re in the basement for a bit. 

“Oh, here I’ll put them by the door. Thank you.” He gets up and waits for you to slip your shoes off, making a big show of placing your shoes in a noticeable enough spot to make sure you wouldn’t forget them when you leave. As if he was letting you leave, such a cheeky man really. 

He sits down again, this time even closer, leaning forward to grab the copy of Dracula. “Have you ever read it?” 

“Once, I was trying to read through all the classics. I got through Dracula and Frankenstein before I got sidetracked. I wish I had the time to finish all of them however.” You confess, smiling at him. All the more reason for you to become a family member, all the time in the world to read the classics– and anything else you possibly want. He opens the book, flipping through the pages to find a particular passage. Chapter three, when Johnathan realizes he was trapped in the castle. Perfectly on the nose, and they won’t even notice. 

“Als ich entdeckte, dass ich ein Gefangener war, überkam mich ein wildes Gefühl. Ich rannte die Treppe auf und ab, versuchte, jede Tür zu öffnen und spähte aus jedem Fenster, das ich finden konnte; aber nach einer Weile überwältigte mich die Überzeugung meiner Hilflosigkeit und alle anderen Gefühle traten in den Hintergrund. Wenn ich nach ein paar Stunden zurückblicke, denke ich, dass ich in dieser Zeit verrückt gewesen sein muss, denn ich verhielt mich ähnlich wie eine Ratte in einer Falle.” He reads out, watching as your eyes start to droop and you lean back into the couch as your body grows tired. 

“Wow, that sounded almost melodic. Your German is really nice to hear.” You compliment, your body relaxing against the grandiose red velvet couch with a smile on your face. 

“That is very nice of you. You mentioned you took German in school, did you recognize any words?” He asks, if he distracts you from how tired you are– you won’t try to fight the growing tiredness. 

“Uhm… I recognized the word ‘ich’.” You laugh at only recognizing such a simple word like ‘I’ 

“Is that all?” He asks, a small smile on his face. Why is this person making him smile so much, dear Dracula, draining you will be hard. Hopefully you’ll agree to become a family member, having someone like you around would be nice. 

“Yeah… I didn’t retain much from my classes. You know it’s funny, the gothic house and Dracula. It would be almost too perfect if you were a vampire.” You laugh at the absurdity of that even being a possibility. 

“Too perfect.” He agrees, watching as your body grows tired in front of him. 

“Good thing I saw your reflection, otherwise I’d probably be freaking myself out with the thought of vampires existing.” You say, remembering you had seen the back of his head in the mirror when you walked in. 

“That is a good thing, wouldn’t want you freaking out over such a thing while waiting for your phone to charge.” He places the book onto the couch where he had been seated before he got up. Folding his hands and placing them in his lap. His posture almost annoyingly perfect, never slouching even when sat on such a comfortable couch. You wouldn’t register the fear properly anymore, and he knows it.

“You know, if vampires were alive today, they would have reflections in most mirrors.” He tilts his head to the side as he delivers his fun fact. 

“Oh really, why is that?” You ask, curling your body up on his couch.

“The reason old vampires couldn’t see their reflection was because mirrors were made out of silver. Now mirrors are made out of mainly glass. However some still have silver inside them.” He reaches out and adjusts your hoodie string, smoothing it out gently before pulling his hand back. 

“That’s really cool. Why are vampires in mythology weak to silver?” You ask, tucking your arms around your waist as you nuzzle into the couch. 

“It’s a holy metal. Just like garlic is a holy food. Vampires are unholy, devil reincarnate vampires used to be called.” He watches as you yawn, you barely register it happens as you pay attention to his words.

“Seems like twilight changed that perception though, most teen girls would’ve killed to be vampires.” You rub at your face with your balled up sweatshirt sleeve. 

“That you are right. Mikasa enjoys those movies and books, made me put her copies on the bookshelf.” He nods over to the middle of the three large bookshelves, Mikasa had made him put the five books on display. 

“I enjoyed them, teen drama is a good genre. Even if their vampires weren’t fully accurate.” You mumble as you turn back to look at him, resting your head against the back of the couch. 

“According to what she told me about them, they’re very wrong. Sparkling in sunlight, how wrong can you actually write vampires.” He grumbles, remembering the glittery skin of the so-called vampire on the movie screen. You laugh at his grumblings, fighting to keep your eyes open. 

“Yeah, that was a dumb decision. Especially around the time body glitter was a big thing, so easy to pass off. But how else would the hundred year old teen go to school?” You giggle, your head lolling forward for a second before you force it back up. 

“If you’re feeling tired it’s okay to close your eyes for a moment. It is getting quite late after all.” He rests his hand on your shoulder, this meal was falling asleep rather fast– he couldn’t help but be nice about it. 

“No, no. I don’t want to fall asleep on your couch. That would be rude.” You sniff and try to blink the sleep induced blur from your eyes, bringing a hand to rub at your face again. You’ll be falling asleep somewhere much less comfortable for a while after this. 

“I insist it’s fine. But if you would like, I’ll go check your phone to see if it is on yet.” He reminds you of your phone being charged in the kitchen. 

“Oh, thank you. Please, that would be wonderful.” You say, he pats your shoulder before standing up and walking out of the room. The silence that befalls the living room is dragging your consciousness from your body– and it was as if you had nothing to grab onto to keep it from dragging you. You curl up further onto the couch, your breath evening out as you vow to yourself that you’ll wake up when he walks back in the room. 

A minute passes, and you’re curled up on his couch, and he’s not back in the room yet. He is down in the basement removing the body from the shackles, tossing it into the crawlspace which he sealed off from the rest of the house– the smell being too dirty to allow any air to escape. 

Five minutes pass and he’s cleaning up the area quickly, scrubbing the disgusting germs from that man off the floor and chain. He takes the sheet off the thin mattress and tosses it, along with the rag from earlier, into the laundry room. Retrieving a fresh pair of sheets and a thin blanket for you before making the bed up. 

Seven minutes pass and he’s walking back upstairs and into the living room, where you are passed out on his velvet couch. He laughs and picks you up, without a moment of apprehension. 

Carefully walking you down the stairs to the basement and laying you out on the thin mattress, clicking the chain closed around your ankle. He takes a step back to look at you, peacefully laying in his basement. He leans back in and covers your body with the blanket, brushing your hair out of your face before he ascends the stairs, locking the basement door behind him. 

tell me if you want more! <3

[delirious-donna]

story summary: Levi isn’t hungry, or so that’s what he claims. A vampire must drink to survive, and his sire refuses to let the man give up without trying every trick up his sleeve. When a new ‘donor’ appears, one who is different from all the rest, will Levi be able to keep resisting?

pairing: Levi Ackerman (vampire) x female reader (human)

wordcount: 41.3k (status - ongoing)

general warnings/tags: vampire AU, mentions of blood and everything that goes hand in hand with vampirism, slow(ish) burn, eventual smut, angst, heavy appearances of Erwin Hange and Miche, Erwin is a bastard (but we still love him okay?), original lore ideas, hidden agendas, I want to maintain suspense so I won’t tag everything but if it’s something I would consider triggering then I will tag it accordingly, kinda dark romance, Levi is not always so good with his emotions, chapters will have individual warnings

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

More to follow…

[angelanimedesaray]

Wings in the Dark Chapter 30: Stability

AN:  *Comes back after a year since this was written, grabs the old an about coming back with a bang and throws it in the trash, turns to the audience*

SO

I am a year or so or however long its been older and wiser and a pending bipolar and/or adhd diagnosis in limbo until I drag my ass to the doctor, cat got hit by a car, really bad financial drama happened at work that may have been the worst stressor ever we will NOT get into--THINGS HAPPENED!

And I know better than to make any promises with my fickleness, but i'm trying, this story is always in my brain (As well as a sw fanfic but that's not for here) and I have no intention of leaving this story untold, I even came back with new ideas to add to the space of five years between fall of the wall and appearance of Eren I was puzzling over when i went on hiatus. BUT we have all seen the patterns, I will go on hiatus' and randomly come back with more chapters. Hopefully this time I stick with it a bit longer, I had at least two chapters written before I disappeared, so you'll AT LEAST get those.

Oh, and before I turn it over to the content, year+ ago me wanted you to know I was getting back into writing the characters and to forgive characterization inconsistencies while I got back into it, this chapter went through 5 rewrites before it got to this state, and apparently had some whiplash with the song vibes as I was listening to Call of Silence from the OST and Till It Hurts by Yellow Claw on a two song repeat writing this last draft.

Also, new WITD divider image from saradika-graphics here on tumblr

Okay, have fun! I'm going to go work on chapter 32! I'll tell you where I'm at writing wise NOW when we get to that chapter O.o

Characters:  Levi, Vampire!Fem!Reader, Erwin, OC Vampire Character (Emery), Eld (Briefly)

Pairing:  Levi x Vampire!Fem!Reader

Warnings:  Language, Blood Drinking (Discussed), Spice but not Smut (Biting, Making Out, steamy stuff like that)

Word Count:  11922

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*Reader’s POV*

The state of the Underground hadn’t gotten any better since you’d last been here.

Not that you expected it to, the place reeked, was drenched in filth and stale air, and there were people lurking in the shadows that were either on death’s door or were leering at passerby’s waiting for someone that looked like an easy mark or seemed to have something worth taking.

While you and Emery traveled into the depths of the dark city, you glared at anyone that looked your way and thought the fresh and youthful faced Emery was an easy mark, easily scaring them off with your more imposing presence that threatened death at best if they tried to mark your companion for their crimes.  Emery, at least, seemed to have heard enough stories about the Underground, or had indeed taken to heart your many warnings and briefings on the way down here, and stayed a half step behind you the whole time despite his own vampiric strength being capable of keeping him safe from nearly every thug and shadowy individual the two of you passed.

It was a good thing you’d been careful to teach him how to block out sensory information before delving down here–he’d only gagged seven times since coming down here when his concentration slipped, which wasn’t bad at all.

As you reached the darker depths of the Underground, the places where the shadows loomed darker, the mud never truly dried, and a presence of dread pressed upon passerbys, you gestured for Emery to follow you into one of the abandoned buildings a couple blocks in, allowing the two of you at least a moment to pause and make sure you were both prepared for what came next.

Namely, Emery.

When you turned to look at him, you could see even in the shut in darkness of the empty warehouse how pale he looked, and not just from thirst.  There was a tremble in his hand, and he swallowed painfully loudly when your gaze met his.

“I don’t want to do this,” Emery hissed softly into the darkness.  He’d been gradually getting worse as the days passed, and you had discovered he’d been preying on birds and squirrels and other small animals that happened to be in the immediate area around the cave in an attempt to keep himself satiated.  However, there wasn’t enough to keep the thirst at bay, and eventually he’d had no choice but to relent and follow you to satisfy the craving.  That didn’t mean that he fully agreed.  Or that he was willing.  He was just running out of options, and the hunger was starting to take precedence, even over his morality.

Considering he was digging in his heels again, though, that resistance was still there.

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair under your cloak as you gazed back at the terrified young man.  “Emery, we’ve been through this–”

“No, I know what you’re going to say, but I can’t do this, I don’t want to kill anyone,” Emery hissed back in the darkness, panic coloring his tone.

“I understand that, believe me, I do–”

“No, you don’t, not really, otherwise you wouldn’t be pushing me to do this, you wouldn’t have done this yourself, I don’t want to be a monster–” Emery panicked, starting to work himself into hysterics.  You had to get a grasp on this before it spiraled out of control.

Burying the slash of pain in your chest at the statement calling you and what you’d done to survive in the past monstrous, you carefully stepped up to the young man who was starting to hyperventilate in front of you, placing gentle hands on his arms to try and soothe him.  “Emery, breathe…deep breaths…you need to settle down, before you draw attention to us,” you told him seriously but in as gentle of a tone as you could manage, trying to catch his gaze as it darted around at your surroundings.

You’d been slowly refining this speech for this moment, specifically, and you sincerely hoped that it was going to be good enough to convince him, this time.

“I do understand, because I’ve been where you’re at, right now.  And in the past I was so scared of myself and of hurting–killing–other people, I tried to die before I could.  Clearly it didn’t work, but…I do understand that fear,” you said steadily, feeling a brief flash of relief when Emery looked at you with wide eyes at the little bit of yourself you offered him to get him to see that you did, in fact, understand the feelings he was struggling with.  “I don’t want to make you a monster or a murderer, Emery.  I’m trying to help you avoid that, in the long run.  But right now, it can’t be helped.  You have to drink to survive.  But you don’t have the control for a donor even if I could find you one, the forest animals aren’t enough for you to live on, and the animals not only are vital to the people starving because of a food shortage right now, but as long as you’re drinking from them, you’re never going to be able to learn the control to be around people again without being a threat to them.  It’s ugly, and dark, and messy, and bloody, but you have to go through this stage first before you can get better.”

You squeezed his shoulders in reassurance, making sure to hold his gaze.  “You don’t have to go through this alone like I did, though.  I’m here to help you, okay?  You’ll get through this, and eventually you won’t have to kill to survive anymore.  But you have to get through this part, first, and that’s what I’m trying to help you do, but you have to let me.”

Emery’s eyes seemed to shine even in the darkness, expression distraught and lost as his shoulders sagged under your hands.  “I can’t…I can’t take hurting anyone else.  I can’t do it…”

Your heart throbbed, looking up and around at the warehouse around you as if it might give you answers, while the teenager in front of you struggled not to sob with the enhanced despair crushing down on his too-pure soul for this bloody life.

There was no way you were going to get him to hunt on his own tonight.  He wasn’t capable of that same thing you could do where you could mentally and emotionally distance yourself from the kill, compartmentalize it into a dark bloody box in the recesses of your mind and let it hurt like a dull ache at the bottom of your heart when your thoughts wandered to its contents.  But he needed blood, or he was going to get dangerous, and he needed to start learning this so he could be more self-sufficient.  You couldn’t keep leaving him to small fuzzy animals in the wilds and the dark solitude of a cave, which was all he would get if he didn’t make this step.

…you could at least meet him halfway.  He wasn’t ready to do this himself, wasn’t ready for a kill, was in no state for it tonight and probably wouldn’t be for some time still.  But there were still things you could do to compromise, to help him make progress without pushing him to do this thing he was terrified to do, and justifiably.

You could save the philosophical discussion about killing to survive and if vampires killing for the blood they needed to live fell into that grace area or not another time, when he was well fed and you weren’t standing in an abandoned building in one of the more dangerous parts of the Underground.  Right now, you just had to get him to feed.

“Okay.  I’m not going to make you do something you can’t do, Emery,” you tell him softly, and his shaking, half sobbed breaths caught for a moment at the statement.  You didn’t judge him for how quickly he fell into tears and sobs, knowing he was still struggling with the emotional control and this was, after all, a highly charged and emotional topic–and he was, immortal or not, a literal kid–a teenager.  “But you still need to learn to hunt properly, and we need to start actively teaching you control.  I’ll do the dirty work tonight.  I’ll teach you how to do the hunt, you’ll do most of it under my supervision, but I’ll make the kill and you can have the blood afterwards.  It will still be good long enough for you to take what you need, it takes a little while for the blood to go stagnant and…sour, so to speak, to dead man’s blood.”

Emery still looked ill, but he recognized this compromise you were offering him for the gift it was.  Not having to do the act itself…he would still be complicit, yes, but at least his hands wouldn’t be directly bloody.  That’s what you were thinking, anyway, why you offered it.

“I don’t know if I can…choose who lives and dies like that,” Emery said in a hushed tone, though his shaking had eased and he seemed to be calming down.

“Then I’ll pick the target–this time.  I’ll show you how it’s done, and you just watch…you don’t have to watch me kill them, though.  Just be ready to hurry over to start drinking before the blood can go stale.  Deal?” you compromised again.

Emery hesitated.  He was far too gentle.  Whoever had made this poor kid into a vampire was cruel, putting someone with this much kindness and passivity in his heart into this position where he had to spill blood to survive, where being around people tempted him to go into a blood haze, to rend and murder anyone in its path, until he could gain control of his new alien bloodlust.

Gentle hearts did not mix well with vampirism.  This wasn’t going to be easy for him.  In fact, it was likely to be more hellish on the heart and soul for Emery than it had been for you.  After you had turned, you'd gradually discovered steel in your spine and fire in your heart; that you could be sharp as a blade and hard as the walls when you needed to survive.  Either Emery didn't have that at all, or he just hadn't found it yet.

Hopefully the latter was the case, for both your sakes.

“Okay,” he murmured in a voice so soft you almost didn’t hear it.  He seemed to go weak in the knees after agreeing, like his agreement to the bloodshed had been some kind of physical blow.

You gave him an awkward pat on the shoulder before you released him, keeping an eye on him to make sure he wasn’t going to sway and topple over once you let him go before you turned your attention back to the Underground that stretched out around you outside the abandoned building.

“We’ll talk more about survival and morality and everything else, later.  First…I’ll get you some blood,” you murmured, steps sure all the way to the doorway, waiting until Emery reluctantly fell into step behind you before your footsteps turned into a hunter’s prowl, and you started the ritual you hadn’t needed to execute since Levi had offered you the alternative you wished desperately to give the gentle-hearted kid you’d been teaching the past few weeks.

Later.  You could reflect on this later.  For now…the hunt.

*Levi’s POV*

She was back much earlier than he’d been expecting.

Levi had gone through his tea a lot faster than normal, already on the third cup and having switched from regular black tea to poking through his options once or twice to try and find something that would help him stay awake and alert like he wanted but would also help calm down his damn nerves.  He was seated at one of the corner tables that gave him a better chance at being overlooked by any late night visitors, one hand continued to fill out the paperwork he’d brought to distract him between the page turns and the time it took him to read what was in front of him, while the other traced along the rim of his freshly made cup of tea, still fresh enough that steam wafted into the air a few shades lighter than the smoke burning from the candle flame.  He’d found it ridiculously difficult to focus on his paperwork, yet his gaze kept flickering to the candle shedding the light he was working by, unable to stop looking as it slowly melted, tracking each half hour that she was down there in the Underdark.  It felt like he was hyper aware of every minute that slipped by, which made it frustratingly difficult to successfully distract himself with his work while he waited for her return.

He had yet to successfully distract himself and stop glancing over at the candle when she did appear, still wrapped up in her plain cloak with a deep frown marring her features as she stepped inside, immediately garnering Levi’s attention.

“What the hell are you doing back so early?” Levi asked, paperwork quickly forgotten at the sight of her.  The only reasons she would be back this early was if something had gone very wrong, or if things had progressed much faster and smoother than she had been anticipating.

Given their track record with the Underground, Levi wasn’t going to get his hopes high that it was anything other than bad.

Y/N’s gaze flickered over to him, but she didn’t deviate from her course towards the kitchens.  “Let me get something to drink, first, and I’ll tell you what happened,” she offered.

As she passed, Levi did a quick glance over her just to make sure she was at least outwardly fine.  No blood on her cloak, though she usually washed away any she may have gotten on her before returning to headquarters, she wasn’t moving strange, there wasn’t anything that looked scuffed or dirty, she didn’t seem to be hurt–aside from the frown, she seemed fine, which was a bit of consolation despite the concern her early return and the frown on her face stirred up.

Even though he could see that outwardly, physically, she was fine, he still didn’t wait.  She’d barely entered the kitchen before he decided he was going to follow, getting up to enter the kitchen after her, where she had already discovered the tea kettle Levi had been using, teacup in hand and ready to start making herself the usual cup of chamomile.

Levi crossed the room before she could even finish turning around to face him, a bit of surprise on her face when she found him already in her personal space, one of his hands reaching out to cover her hand resting on the teacup, keeping both hand and cup still against the counter while keeping her in place as his other hand reached out to brace against the counter on her other side.  He studied her closer, attempting to gauge from her eyes and the way she was acting just how bad it had been.

“Tell me what happened,” Levi said, firm enough to be borderline a command, but soft enough that his voice betrayed the worry that was spurring on the inquiry that couldn’t even wait for her to brew a cup of tea.

Y/N’s startled expression only stayed for a few more moments before it softened, a hand coming up to rest on his cheek with her fingertips curling gently along his jawline to soothe him.  It did work a bit–he couldn’t help the way he reacted to the touch, the warmth and the comfort that started to spread through him at such a tender gesture–though it didn’t erase the worry coursing through him.

“Nothing serious happened, Levi, not in the way you’re probably thinking right now,” she soothed him, though his tension didn’t melt away due to the spark of worry she couldn’t hide in her eyes–there was still something to be concerned about.  “There weren’t any hunters, there weren’t any hitches in the hunt itself, no other vampires crept up–nothing serious like that.”

“But something still happened,” Levi deadpanned, gaze unwavering from her own, especially since it kept giving her away–the flash of unease at his statement, for example.  Her eliminating other vampires and hunters and remarking that the hunt went smoothly meant that it had to be Emery, based on what information Levi did have.

Did the bloodlust come a little too easily for her to be comfortable?  Did she get more confirmation of his ripper tendencies?  She spoke highly of the kid’s character, or at the very least kept reiterating how he was tender and gentle and good hearted, but Levi had not–and she had better not–forgotten what he was capable of, the potential violence he could grow into and the kind of real monster it could breed.  All the kindness and even personal bonds in the world wasn’t enough in the face of a vampire’s first years of thirst, as Y/N’s gruesome story of how she’d been turned and the butcher Emery had caused at the scent of blood bleakly attested to.

Standing this close to her, he could still smell a faint whiff of the Underground on her, and alongside it, the faintest hint of blood.  Something he didn’t expect to catch on her if Emery was the one that was supposed to be doing the killing.

Before he could finish making the connections, she finally spoke up, sighing wearily before she let her hand trail down from his cheek to rest gently over his heart, the other hand still trapped within Levi’s own against the counter.

“Emery couldn’t do it, so I had to,” she finally said.  “I don’t know how much of a role his heightened emotions that he still hasn’t gotten control of play in it, how much of it is stalwartly at his core, but he’s just too…soft-hearted.  Normally I say being a gentle person isn’t a bad thing, but in this case he just…started to shatter on the spot, fell right into hysterics, could not do it, so I had to compromise.  Told him to watch and try to learn what I was doing, but I would do the actual hunt and he could reap the results so he’s not still starving up in that mountain.”

She looked off to the side where the tea kettle was still sitting as she spoke.  “I don’t know what I’m going to do if he can’t get past this, make this work in a way for him that will allow him a bit of self sufficiency when it comes to his survival.  I’m not even sure how to teach him this if this is my starting point, I wasn’t expecting it to be at this point.  If he can’t get past this, if he continues to outright refuse like he did tonight…I can’t hunt for him forever, he can’t feed on animals, he won’t be able to compel anyone for decades–I can’t even do that yet.  I’m not sure what to do with him, now.”

Levi had listened closely through her explanation, studying her quietly and turning over the information she gave him in his mind as he considered what he should say, taking care to try and figure out the right words to use considering this was a topic that touched on some sensitive topics she was still carrying around with her.  Since she was still looking away as she finished speaking, Levi reached out to gently grasp her chin and tilt her head back towards him, thumb briefly stroking side to side across her chin.

On the one hand, the news was quick to rile his anger, gaze narrowing slightly to hear that she had needed to take matters into her own hands and get even more blood on them, even though she was supposed to be finally free of taking human life to survive with Levi providing her blood, instead.  She was supposed to be working to wash the blood off like she had told him was part of her intention for being here, now that she wasn’t adding any more–or wasn’t supposed to be, anyway.  They’d been arguing about the risk to her going back Underground, how much danger it put her in–Levi hadn’t even brought up how crucial of a part she was starting to play in the Scouts and how putting her in danger was also threatening to deal a harsh blow to the Scouts and their improving death rates arguably when it mattered most that they continue to progress.  She was taking these risks, putting herself back in danger, now getting more blood on her hands to try and help this kid, and he wasn’t making an attempt to make this work?  She wasn’t talking about backing out, she was upset about not knowing what to do next to help him.  If she kept going down there and doing this for the young vampire, if she kept putting herself in increasing danger and he continued to refuse to follow what she was trying to teach him…

He could see this ending very badly if it continued in this direction, and could see her bearing the brunt of it.  But he could also see why she was doing it, why she was still inclined to find a way to make it work.  What she saw of this kid told her that he was a good kid–too good, ironically, since therein lay the crux of the issue–and it was a reassurance that he didn’t take human life so lightly, that it was something he was truly struggling with…

But it wasn’t so cut and dry.  Emery’s decisions about this were going to have an impact far beyond him, were going to affect Y/N, and by extension the Scouts.  And if he didn’t learn to control himself, didn’t put in the work–as bloody as it was–to get to a similar place as Y/N, then a lot of people–more innocent people–were going to suffer and die along the way for it, either directly or indirectly.  There wasn’t really a good choice here, but when the hell was there?  The choice the kid had in front of him was to either learn to control himself, not hurt as many people, and try to direct the carnage away from the more innocent until he developed the control and connections to get to a similar place as Y/N in the future, or he could continue to refuse, never really learning how to control his thirst, any human that bleeds around him always under great threat, some even just needing to get near him to be in danger, and Y/N possibly suffering deadly consequences for it–Levi could lose her along that path despite having just started to really have her in his life, not to mention the Scouts and Humanity would lose their best weapon against the titans and chance for more people surviving in that worse case scenario.

Levi knew exactly what choice Emery should make, in Levi’s mind–Levi would have already made it by now if he could.  The second choice wasn’t an option Levi was going to accept, at least not to that extent.  It didn’t make the first choice right, per say–Levi and Y/N had already had the complicated discussions about her old diet, and Levi had already made his feelings on the matter clear back then.  But Levi wasn’t going to let the situation develop to the point that many people suffered for the inaction of one teenage vampire.  And if Emery wanted to follow along the second path, then Y/N wasn’t going to get caught in the crossfires for it, she’d have to cut her losses before the situation got any worse.

Levi’s hand tightened around Y/N’s as he came to his resolution, gaze roaming over her features.  This could easily become another fight...

“You’re not going to have to hunt for him anymore,” Levi said decisively.  Y/N’s gaze turned wary in the face of the hard edge in Levi’s eyes, and Levi let go of her chin and pushed away, taking the teacup that had been in her hand in the process as he headed over to the tea kettle.

“I will if I can’t get him out of his own head and convince him to actually hunt, which was what I was trying to do before we went out today…not that it worked.”

Levi took a few seconds to start making her tea for her, giving himself the little extra time to put the right words together.

“You see yourself in him,” Levi stated, simply summing up the conversation they’d had the night they’d returned from the chaos of the fall of Wall Maria.  “You want to treat him gently, because you wish someone had been there for you that way when you first turned.”

Her silence was enough confirmation for him to continue.

“But you can’t.  Back then, there was only you at stake.  For him, there’s a hell of a lot more damage that’ll be done if this goes south,” Levi said flatly, coming back over to where she was standing to hand her the cup.  She took it wordlessly, but the look on her face was…less than pleased.  Well, she wasn’t going to get any happier with what else he had to say.

“He’s not you, and you’re not him, so stop comparing.  You were able to figure out your situation and make quick choices to survive and stuck with it, took the consequences.  He’s indecisive and dragging his feet, making a shitstorm that could affect a hell of a lot more people.  He doesn’t need coddled right now.  He needs to get a face-full of the reality of the situation he’s in and make a choice.  That way you know if you need to get out before you pay for it, or if he’s going to step up and put in some effort to survive.”

Y/N hesitated, both hands curled around her cup.  “I don’t want to push him too hard too fast, it’s always like he’s a few seconds away from shattering.  And it’s hard to be harsh with him, knowing what he’s going through, how terrifying it all is.”

We’re all just a bunch of bleeding hearts, it seems.

Levi sighed, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back against the table behind him, fixing his stare on her.  “If you won’t give him a reality check, then I will.”

Her head snapped up at that, gaze a lot sharper and focused now, eyes narrowed on him.  “I thought we were done having the discussion of why that’s a bad idea, and you going anywhere near him isn’t going to happen?”

“The situation’s changed.  Again.  If you don’t want to push him, then someone else needs to step in and do it.  I’m the obvious choice.”

As always, at this rate.

“Levi–”

“No,” Levi cut her off, tone a bit harsher than he intended.  “It’d be safer if I wasn’t around him, he doesn’t have control, I know, you’ve made all that clear.  He already knows you have a human…” Levi paused, not sure he knew what the hell to label himself in this situation.  “...whatever, and part of the reason you’ve been allowed to go forward with this is your insistence you can control him.”

“I’m not setting up a meeting between you two.  It’d be too dangerous, too unpredictable and–”

“And the titans aren’t?” Levi snapped back.  “If I can handle you in a spar, I can handle the kid.  Between the two of us, we can manage if he loses his shit.”

He wasn’t insane enough to go alone, otherwise he’d have just done it himself already.  And the two of them were the best equipped to handle vampires.  Sure, there were all kinds of ways it could go, but if both of them were there and prepared to do damage control, they had a better chance of keeping the situation contained with little to no fallout.

And this would give him the chance to size up Emery for himself and get a good read on the kid.

“I’m not dangling you in front of Emery with how little control he has–he may not even be capable of listening to you around any bloodlust he ends up having, which would defeat the whole point of you meeting him.”

“If you want to help this kid, I can’t go to Erwin with ‘it didn’t go well, the kids refusing to learn, Y/N doesn’t know what to do’.  Erwin will cut the loss,” Levi said flatly.  “You’ve been trying to prepare him for this your way–it didn’t work.  Even if he ends up too blood crazy to speak to, I can’t give you any better advice until I see for myself.”

The two of them had a stare down in silence for several long moments, waiting to see who would back out, first.  Levi wasn’t going to budge.  He’d let her try, let her have her way, they’d scrapped over it, he’d relented, but now…now, she really did need him involved if this was going to work.  She was being far too gentle with Emery at the moment.

Not that Levi didn’t pity the poor kid.  Y/N had been an adult when she was turned, albeit barely.  This kid was in the middle of his teenage years, which probably didn’t help with the erratic emotions.  And it truly was a shit situation to be in, to be a freshly turned vampire–even worse at a time like this with the recent fall of a wall and massive food shortage.  But pitying the situation wasn’t going to do anything to get him out of it, and pity wasn’t going to do shit in making sure the kid wasn’t frozen up decision wise anymore and not putting himself and Y/N at risk.

“Fine.  Fine.” Y/N finally relented, looking away and taking a long drink out of her cup, looking more frustrated than Levi had seen her in a while.  “But we’re doing it my way.  How we arrange and go about it, I mean,” she added when she saw Levi was about to correct her.  Giving Emery a reality check was going to be done Levi’s way.

“Sooner, not later,” Levi stressed.

“I know, just…give me time to give him the heads up first, try to talk about what happened and tell him you’re going to be coming to meet him, because of how…poorly, it went.”

“I’ll make sure you have free time today to go see him.”

“And when you two do meet, we’ll do it during the day, so you can have the added protection of the sun.  You can stand outside the cave, and he won’t be able to come near you, not even if he was in a blood frenzy.  Though it’ll also be more of a trip, since we’re headed up a mountain on the northwestern side of Wall Sina.”

“We can get an official excuse set up with Erwin.”

A silence fell over the room between them, Y/N continuing to sip on the tea.  He still had his in the other room, and paperwork, but there were more personal things he wanted to do and say with her…They probably needed to leave the mess hall, anyway.  It was only an old habit that had Levi set up here to wait for her this time, but if Emery got over his indecision and they kept going to the Underground while he learned, then in the future…

“Let me get my shit, and we’ll head up to my office.  Last thing we need is some moon eyed rookie wandering in while we’re talking,” Levi said to break the silence, getting up to head back to the dining area.  Y/N finished her tea and shadowed him without hesitation, staying a couple steps behind along the way.  

Levi started to gather up the paperwork, trying to get the tea he’d left sitting by the papers down before they left and while there was still heat to it.  As he did, Y/N came up behind him, her hand brushing gently along his back and remaining on his shoulder blade as she leaned over beside him, helping him gather up the candles and a fair share of his stack.

Levi felt a little of his inner tension drain away at the touch and gesture.  She wasn’t angry at him, then, and no fight.  Some resistance, some frustration…but no fight.  Good…good, she understood, she accepted it, they weren’t going to have to muscle through another rocky spot with each other.  She was going to accept the help.

She had asked.  She might not like the way he was going to help, but she had asked for help when she opened up to him about not knowing what to do about the situation.

“Do you want help with some of this?”

Levi glanced over at the half of the stack she had in her hand.  It was a lot of paperwork, he’d left enough to keep him busy through the night on purpose.  But he needed to actually take in the information, put his own signature on things…

“No.”

She looked at him, studying his expression as he leaned over to add the small stack he’d already worked through on top.  As he straightened, she leaned over to kiss his cheek, holding the stack in her arms tighter to her.

“I’ll just help where I can fill in information, then,” she mused, already pulling away to start walking now that they had everything gathered between the two of them.

“Tch…”

But he didn’t say she shouldn’t, and the sound of protest was soft.  He didn’t actually mind…it was a good excuse for her to stay a bit longer.

The hour was still late enough that their trip from the mess hall to Levi's office was undisturbed, a comfortable silence between them as they traversed the halls.  Once inside, Levi still made sure that the door was locked behind them to make sure no one could interrupt, just in case.  He didn't expect anyone to come knocking at this time of night if Y/N was already here, but with their track record, he'd rather be safe than sorry.

Levi and Y/N both made their way to his desk, setting their respective piles on the surface before they took seats at opposite sides of the desk. Levi shook his head at her insistence to pitch in with his paperwork, but didn't protest, and they fell into a comfortable routine surprisingly fast.

There were the usual finished and unfinished stacks, of course, but Y/N had also created smaller stacks by the unfinished pile, one that was paperwork she'd filled out for him but still needed read or signed, and another for pages she couldn't help with.  As they both added to or took from the piles, their knuckles would occasionally brush against one another, fingertips lingering the few times she handed him a document when they would finish at the same time.

Levi found the work going by much faster, more comfortably, with her there…and not just because she was doing a small portion of it for him.  The pages went by faster, the work didn't feel so tiring, and suddenly there were only a few stray papers in the piles she'd sorted for him left to do.  Y/N had wandered over to the couch once she'd done what she could, laying down with a soft whoosh of air that barely resembled a sigh.  She didn't speak while Levi continued to work, the candlelight growing smaller and the shadows longer until Levi decided enough was enough.  What remained were pages he could do in the morning, there were other things he could be doing right now–and wanted to do.

Levi carefully removed his cravat, fingers brushing against the bandage he'd forgotten was hidden beneath.  It definitely stopped bleeding by now, he could probably take the damned thing off.

It was a slight detour, but he came back minus a jacket, cravat, and bandage, the small bite wound properly cleaned up and hardly noticeable, and Y/N was still stretched out on the couch, having not made a sound or so much as twitched.

…Dammit, she's asleep, isn't she?

Levi didn't even have to come all the way around the couch to confirm it, he could peer over the edge and see that she was passed out asleep, lips parted, head turned into the cushions and pillowed under one arm, breathing slow and deep.

So much for spending a bit of one on one time together before getting some sleep.  He’d been hoping to have a bit of time to set aside business and the serious stuff and simply reassure himself that she was all right and with him, but if this was the most he would get…

His sigh was admittedly a disappointed one, even as he leaned against the edge of the couch with folded arms and watched her for a few moments.  How comfortable did she have to be around him to fall asleep on the not-that-comfortable couch that quickly, and with so little fuss?

She’d come a long way to get where she was now.  To go from scared barely adult just turned vampire driven underground, to now a cornerstone member of the Scouts (even if it was behind closed doors, only), improving the safety of the formations so they didn’t lose as many people, making plans that actually sounded plausible with Hange to help them capture and learn more about titans, she had friends, she had him–whatever they were, Levi still didn’t know what to label it.  She’d come here to find a way to make her abilities as a vampire helpful to other people, to make the lives she’d had to take in order to survive and stay strong enough to survive worth something, and so far, it seemed she was in step with that goal.

And he wasn’t going to let anyone threaten to destroy that progress, not when she’d crawled her way here over the past few decades and was just starting to get a taste of freedom and happiness again, despite the insanity of all the ways the world seemed to be going to shit right now.

Levi straightened up from the couch and made his way over by the door, where his Scout cloak was hanging up.  He snatched it off its hook without even looking, coming back over to where Y/N had passed out on his couch and carefully throwing it over the sleeping woman’s shoulders, taking the time to make sure that it was arranged in a way that would be comfortable for her and actually keep her warm.  His hand lingered briefly on her shoulder, gazing at her still sleeping form for a few seconds before he made himself pull away, heading over to the desk to finish off those last few pages of paperwork he would have made wait for morning if she’d still been awake.  Hopefully, when he finished, he’d be able to catch a few hours of sleep, himself. 

He did, of course, finish his paperwork not long after his discovery that Y/N had fallen asleep, and after making sure the fire would last a bit longer into the night and everything was where it needed to be, he had settled back into the chair behind his desk, closing his eyes and simply listening to the soft sound of her breaths in the room and the crackle of the fire.  He didn’t even notice when the moment of peace turned to drowsiness, or how quickly he fell asleep after those first few content moments just listening and relishing the moment.

When he started to come to again, it was to the crackle of a fresh fire, the faintest aroma of black tea leaves in the room, the pouring of water and light chink of porcelain, soft, barely heard steps and movements…

Levi was still lifting his head, still coming to a full awareness of the room around him when the steps drew closer, and the lightest touch brushed across his shoulder, causing him to tense for the first few heartbeats that he didn’t know where it was coming from before the familiar voice followed the tender touch.

“Good morning,” Y/N’s voice said softly just off to his side, causing Levi to blearily blink open his eyes to peer up at her, squinting against the light but relaxing against her touch once he realized it was her.  He felt her lips press gently against the top of his head, feeling a warmth slowly settle over him at the affection that made it a little more difficult to shake off the morning grogginess.

His neck was a little stiff from how he’d been sleeping slouched over in his chair.  He was also realizing that something was draped over him, giving him a thin shield against the chill of the room until the fire warmed it again, hand rising underneath it to discover the familiar feel of his cloak against his fingers.  She must have put it around him in turn when she’d woken up.

“I just started heating up water for tea, it shouldn't be too long,” she continued in her quiet tone, and Levi hummed in response, leaning into the gentle touch upon his shoulder blade now that he realized it was her.  He could certainly use the tea right now, he might have actually gotten a couple hours last night, and it was taking him a few seconds to shake himself out of the sleepy, guard down stupor.

Speaking of last night…

Levi started to sit up, hair tickling along his eyebrows, one hand tugging the cloak down, allowing it to fall to his lap.  “You fell asleep before I could finish my work,” he rumbled, voice still sounding gruff even to his ears from just waking up.

What time was it?  How much later than normal was it?  His paperwork was done, at least, but he had meetings he had to do with Erwin now, training they still had to go through, coordinating with Y/N later about the Emery situation…

Depending on how much he’d slept in, he didn’t have the time to do what he’d been hoping for last night.  If she hadn’t fallen asleep, he could have spent a couple hours with her winding down from the day without any work in the way, but now, the day was already calling–especially because he may be running behind.

Y/N’s hand slipped away from his shoulder, her footsteps moving away from him and likely over to finish making the tea.  “I didn’t mean to–I guess I just got too comfortable?  One minute I was just listening to you and the next–”

It was too soon after waking up to be trying to navigate to the right words right now.  She thought he was complaining about her sleeping in his office?  Even though he’d already allowed her to use his bedroom for her recoveries to be in peace in the past?  And they’d both stayed in these quarters during his own recovery?

Levi’s hand threaded through his hair, brushing it out of his face and resting his head in his hand while his gaze relocated and tracked her as she moved around to make the tea.  His other hand draped the cloak out of the way on the back of his chair for the time being.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t,” he corrected her in a low mumble.  “Falling asleep here was fine–if you needed the rest, then knock yourself out.”

…he didn’t mind when she fell asleep in here.  He liked having her close, and seeing her that relaxed and comfortable in his presence had been…well, like many of the moments with her, it had been warm, and gave him a little taste of a content feeling, even if she wasn’t awake to engage with him like he’d been hoping for.  But he relished in the quiet moments of companionship and peace her presence tended to bring, and that was the important part.

So long as she wasn’t obvious enough about it for people to figure out she was staying in his quarters instead of her own, he wouldn’t mind if it became a regular thing–he thought he may relish it, as well.

“Oh?” she asked.  Her back was to him, so he couldn’t see how she was reacting to what he told her.  He could just study her posture, the way she shifted her feet, the slight tilt of her head–she was acting casual, but he was fairly certain she was about to fish for more.  “Then…what has you disgruntled?  Besides just waking up, I mean.”

“Tch.”

The small noise was mostly drowned out by the huffed sigh he let out at the question, momentarily agitated that she was catching onto his residual disappointment in missing out on his plans for the night before.  His fingers unthreaded from his hair, propping up his chin instead as she finally turned around to face him.

“I had shit I was going to do once you got back,” he grumbled, unable to help but sulk a little at the thought.  If she hadn’t come back so early it had required an immediate discussion, if they hadn’t gotten busy with the paperwork, if she hadn’t fallen asleep afterwards…he’d just wanted more than just a few moments to hold her close to him, kiss her, reassure himself that she was okay, and take his sweet time doing it.

She came over to stand by his desk again, offering him the fresh cup of tea without a word, which Levi took carefully from her, fingers brushing gently, briefly, against hers as he examined the color, giving it a few more seconds to finish steeping before he took a sip.

She may have rushed putting it together a little, but it was as good as she usually made it.

She moved to lean against his desk, drawing Levi’s gaze sidelong to her with the teacup paused a few inches away from a second drink.  “You know, you could…do whatever you wanted to last night, now.  We have a bit of time.  Maybe not as much, but still, some.”

…She may have a point.  He didn’t have the time now to do as much, he couldn’t hold her however long he felt like it, afterwards, he had things he needed to start doing, since he may already be off to a late start.  That didn’t mean he couldn’t do anything though.  He could prioritize what he wanted the most, something that would get him by until they had the chance again, and steal a few moments before starting the day–he already had a late start, anyway, and it was a day that started when he decided.  What was a few more stolen moments at the start?

Levi set his teacup aside, making sure it was well out of the way and not in danger of being knocked over as he turned to face her more fully, gaze roaming over her as he debated how he wanted to use the time they still had before the day’s work demanded their attention.  He couldn’t just hold her to him in the silence of the room as long as he would want, but he could pull her close, feel how real and solid she was against him, reassure himself she was okay and things were good between them, not tense and strained.

His hand reached out for her sleeve to tug her closer to him, guiding her around the desk and over to where he was still seated behind the desk.  Once she was easily within his arm’s reach, Levi pulled her to him with a bit more strength, hearing her gasp as she was pulled in, his arm wrapping around her waist to hold her tightly to him as she fell into him.  She caught herself, keeping her balance with her knee laying across his lap and her other foot stretched out behind her to keep herself stable, her hands placed instinctively against his chest to assist in keeping her balance with the close proximity.  Once she was where he wanted her, he reached out to thread his hand into her hair, feeling the strands slip against his fingers as his hand came to rest against the warmth of her cheek, coaxing her forwards even as he tilted her head the way he needed her to be as he went in for a kiss.

This one wasn’t one of the timid, brief kisses that had filled much of their days recently–he went in with a fervor much like their first, or on the couch the evening prior.  It was that closeness he wanted, and if he craved that physical reassurance that she was okay–was going to be okay–then he wanted to feel that liveliness between them when he kissed her like this.  Where he couldn’t get enough of it, wanted more, and even surprised himself with how badly he seemed to need it.

Keeping her cradled close and secure against him, Levi could feel the surprise from the intensity that he came at her with in her lack of an initial response in those few seconds, where he was the one pouring all of the desire into the kiss with each needful press of his lips against hers.  He might have pulled back if she had stayed still a moment longer, but when she seemed to come out of her surprise at his sudden fervent attention, she returned every ounce of that passion, stealing his breath in kind.  Her hands slowly slide up the sides of his neck, causing a slight shiver down his neck before her fingers ran lightly against his undercut and up into his own hair in a grip that kept him locked–without complaint–in the kiss, her fingers teasing along the outer curves of his ears and her thumb tracing idly back and forth along his jaw.

His breath hitched at the tender touch, lips parting involuntarily with a gasp he was trying to keep down.  Throwing away any pretense of trying to kiss her in some kind of ‘right way’, his fingers dug deeper into her hair in response, and the sound was swallowed up as he deepened the kiss.  He didn’t care about kissing her in a ‘right way’ at the moment as much as he did in kissing her, in feeling more of her, of satisfying the hunger that had them locked together with such intensity.

She was warm and alive against him and he couldn’t get enough of it as it helped soothe the part of him that had been so restless the past week or so out of fear for her safety.

Their intensity did have them clash a bit more with their kiss than normal–sometimes he only managed to trap one of her lips between his with how she tilted her head in response to him or because she ducked low trying to go in for more when he arched higher.  There were a few times where his teeth grazed along her lips, and he felt her shudder against him, which only encouraged him to do it again.  Especially when those shudders were followed by a tightened grip from her and more fire in the way she kissed him, how she leaned more heavily into him.

She was the first one to break away from the kiss, gasping in air so sharply that it made Levi realize he was starting to get a little light headed from the lack of air, himself.  He wasn’t done, though–not nearly.  So as she gasped for air, Levi took a quick breath and leaned back in, planting a kiss at the corner of her mouth as she took in air.  She didn’t squirm away, and with the thought of how tantalizing her kisses the evening before had been as they had blazed a trail away from his lips, he decided he’d try it for himself, see about blazing a trail of his own.

His lips moved a little further to the side, pressing against her flushed cheek and feeling a warmth seeping through his chest at the more tender seeming gesture amidst the more hungry kisses they’d been giving to one another.  He went a little further back towards her ear, feeling a spark of pride as it seemed to make her gasp again and twitch from a sensitivity to the spot he managed to find as he started to work his way down to her jaw.

It felt like goosebumps broke out across his neck and down to his arms when he felt her return in kind, her lips easily finding their way to his jaw in return with how he was currently angled to kiss under hers.  His hand, resting at her side just above her waist, clenched in the fabric of her uniform as she moved lower to where his jaw met his throat, managing to coax a soft grunt out of him in the process, arm flexing around her and coaxing her to lean more into him.  One of her hands had abandoned the base of his skull where it had been brushing along his undercut and teasing strands of hair between her fingers, now moving lower towards his shoulder, smoothing over the back plate of his gear he had far too tight for her to slip her fingers under.

She wasn’t daunted by it, however.  She coaxed a small gasp from him she might not have even heard as her hand simply traveled lower to trail along his spine where there wasn’t gear in the way, her other hand burying deeper into his hair to tilt his head in a familiar way that had his heart hammering in his chest, lips brushing against her throat for a brief moment at the new angle as he held his breath to see what would come next.

Her lips brushed along the bite mark from the evening before that had barely started to heal, causing his heart to skip a beat as he wondered if she was about to bite him again in the heat of the moment.  She didn’t, though.  Her lips were tender as they pressed against where one fang had pierced him, and then gently over the other, before she started outlining the mark on his neck with a series of soft kisses that had his breath catching with the tingling warmth it sent flashing through him.

Once he knew he wasn’t about to get bit again, he resumed what he’d been doing seconds ago, working his way slowly down her throat and feeling a rumble of a moan building in her chest, feeling a flash of pride and even a little excitement to be drawing that reaction out of her with his attention to her throat for once.

A knock at the door pulled him sharply out of the heat of the moment and back into their time-limited present, growling against her skin loud enough to drown out the little noise of dismay that escaped her lips at the sound as Levi felt his ire rapidly rear its head.

Now was not the time to be intruding upon him, and whoever it was better have a damn good reason for interrupting him.

“What?” he snapped loud enough for whoever was on the other side of the door to hear him, voice still on the gruff side with how little he’d spoken so far this morning and how soon after he’d woken up it was.

“Commander Erwin has requested to see you, Captain,” Eld’s voice answered from the hall, unable to hear the sigh of irritation Levi couldn’t stop from escaping as his grip tightened around Y/N.

Of fucking course it was going to be Erwin calling on him, the one person he couldn’t ignore, especially since the man was awaiting a report about the events of last night–and he needed to talk to anyway to see about moving forwards with Y/N’s goals.  If it had been anyone else he would have told them to fuck off and wait until later.

He would much rather be here in this moment just a few moments longer–

“I can tell what you’d rather do, instead,” she teased him, voice low and breath soft and tantalizing against his throat, not at all helping him resist the urge to stay here with her a little longer as his heart seemed to beat a bit faster at the thought of staying in here and seeing if he could get more than a few gasps and shivers out of her.

“Shut up,” he hissed in warning, arm tensing slightly around her to hold her tighter, not wanting Eld to hear she was on the other side of his locked door so early in the morning.  He could see a teasing smirk playing across her face out of the corner of his eyes, coaxing something in him to rise at the challenge he saw in it.  As she parted her lips to say something else, likely something sassy, Levi, without really thinking about what he was doing besides giving her a quieter, nonverbal warning to hush, nipped at her jaw with his teeth in warning before she could speak again.

She gasped, the sound sharp and shocked, a flush starting to spread across her cheeks at her reaction.

Levi stilled, taken aback by himself.

“Did…did you just bite me?” she asked in shock, and she barely managed to keep her voice at a lower volume, though she was pushing it, and the twitch of her lips towards a grin, the amusement lighting her eyes and the timbre of her voice giving away she was seconds away from laughing, and likely not quietly, either.  That blush on her cheeks remained astride the amusement, however.

“You just bit a vampire–what the hell possessed yo–”

Her voice was starting to rise in volume, and Levi shushed her, the sound sharp but quiet, and quickly muffled as he decided to double down, leaning in quickly to bite again, except a little bit harder and on her neck this time.  His lips and teeth locked around a sensitive patch of skin he was fairly certain was close to where she normally bit him, and a shiver raced down her body that he felt, a strangled whimper escaping her and prompting him to quickly reach out and cover her mouth to muffle the sound lest it reached Eld in the hall.

She held still after that, her breath warm and slightly quicker than normal against his hand as Levi’s arm shifted around her to hold her restricted against him and kept her from moving, his chin brushing against her collar bone as he lifted his head to lock his gaze on the door across the room.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” he called with a clipped tone.

As much as he wanted to stay here and explore that little discovery and the reaction it had invoked from her more…

Interruptions like this was exactly why he’d been hoping to do this last night when they wouldn’t have been interrupted.  Once the day started he was just too busy for anything, or at least had too much to do with other people.

They held that position for several seconds after Eld’s footsteps could be heard retreating from Levi’s door, his hand still over her mouth, both of them still breathing a bit heavier than normal as they slowly came down from the needy high they’d both just been riding.  As Y/N started to relax, her hands came back up to slowly and gently run through Levi’s hair once more, and figuring they weren’t going to be overheard, or at the very least that they had both calmed down enough they weren’t going to be that loud, Levi carefully lowered the hand that had been covering her mouth.  The only sound between them for the first few moments was the long, slow sigh Levi let escape, eyes closed and allowing him a few precious seconds to relish the feel of her hands through his hair a few moments longer.

“Duty calls,” she eventually said, the first to break the silence as her fingers continued to thread through his hair, though her statement had him opening his eyes again to gaze up at her.  “Can't keep the Commander waiting.”

If it had been anyone other than Erwin…

“Y/N…” he started to say softly, the start of a frown tugging at the corner of his lips.  However, she leaned in to kiss one corner of his mouth, then the other, and then tilted his head just slightly so she could place one more lingering, soft kiss to his forehead.

“Later.  We'll talk later when we have the time.  Right now you're expected,” She told him quietly.  The fact she hadn't moved off him yet despite her statements was the clear evidence he wasn't the only one that didn't want to break the moment.  However, when she did pull back after a last few seconds to relish their moment, her fingers trailed along his jaw, prompting his head to tilt and turn to follow their trajectory before that touch fell away as well, leaving him wanting for more.

“I'll see you later,” she promised as she stepped back and started for the door.  Despite his reluctance to let the moment end, she didn't even make it all the way across the room before Levi dutifully got up to retrieve his jacket and cravat to get back to fully redressed before he headed for the meeting with Erwin.

“You two are all over the place with this issue.  And it's not reassuring that you can't seem to make up your minds on your stances for it.”

Erwin was still seated behind his desk, a place that he seemed to be stuck at more and more often with unusually high piles of reports and papers and plans even by his standards.  The paperwork was momentarily being ignored, kept to its stacks and piles around but not currently in front of Erwin.  He was frowning as he looked over at Levi, thumb idly playing with his index finger in small movements as he considered everything that he'd been told about the situation.

Levi shook his head, still leaning against the wall off to Erwin's right where he'd stayed the whole time he'd been telling the man about last night's developments.  “We've argued over how to handle it, especially since the details coming out about the kid just seems to keep making a bigger mess of it all.  But this recent complication put her on her back foot enough to give her pause and make her rethink it all a bit more.  She's still stubborn as ever about helping him, but she's adapting, and willing to accept help.  She even listened when I told her if he doesn't get around this, she'll have to cut ties.”

“And if it goes that way, do you think she actually will, or is that wishful thinking talking?”

Levi considered.  He hoped if it went that way she would listen, that she’d recognize her inability to help and back off without much fuss.  However, there was almost certainly going to be fuss.  She was probably going to try to help him until she absolutely couldn’t any more.

“It might take her a bit longer than I’d like, but I think she will if she realizes it’s hit a point where she can’t help him, as much as she wants to.”

“And your plan to go force his hand into making a decision.  Going in the day so you’re safe outside his cave is a pretty strong natural protection, and I know you’ll be armed just in case something causes the situation to turn ugly, and she’ll be there to restrain him, so I’m not so concerned about the danger of such a meeting that L/N did take issue with originally.  What I am worried about are the people hunting him, and the growing risk of her, and now you, getting caught in the crossfire if he’s found.  These walls can suddenly turn stifling and far too small when one’s on the run from someone, especially from the military,” Erwin said seriously, holding Levi’s gaze.

Levi could feel the tension that gathered in his shoulders at the way Erwin phrased that, able to sense the danger and even /further/ complication headed their way.  “...You were trying to get some Scouts to volunteer to help in the search to have an in with what was happening.  How did that go?”

Erwin hummed, but his steady gaze did not move from Levi.  “Not well.  You’re aware the Garrison are taking it personally, and there’s a squad or two from the Military Police assisting in making the search more efficient.  My offer for volunteers, as easy as it is to excuse it as soldiers needing something to do to help manage the situation, was diverted to other resources–namely maintaining the peace where the Garrison and Military Police are now lacking during the search for the young vampire.  They’re not letting anyone else in, but from what I’ve gleaned, they’re being very thorough with their search.”

It would have been strange for the Military Police to have gotten involved if it wasn’t for how high profile this mess had become.  A criminal that dangerous that had killed two civilians and five Garrison troops?  Of course the Military Police were going to get involved.

As for Emery…they were going to have to come up with a better solution for what to do about this situation besides making him disappear, especially if part of the point, on a practical level to convince Erwin to allow the attempt to help the kid, had been the potential of another vampire in the Scouts eventually.  That wasn’t going to work if the kid’s face was everywhere and he’d become this legend of a murderer that disappeared within the walls, with the Garrison taking it personally and likely to remember and even recognize the kid’s face in the future.  Not to mention, since there were only so many places to hide within the walls, it was very possible that eventually someone was going to stumble across his hiding place–and they didn’t need any more dead bodies.  There were already too many as the situation stood right now.

Forty years ago, Y/N had to shake the Garrison off her tail as well, and it had been an effective method, but drastic.  He wouldn’t bring it up here, now, with Erwin–he would talk to Y/N first, see what ideas she had that could help settle this issue before it spiraled any further out of control.

As if it hadn’t already–as if they didn’t already have their plates overflowing with all the shit they were busy shoveling right now between the fall of Maria and the resulting refugee and food shortage crisis bearing down on them, Emery–a situation that just kept multiplying in issues–and Y/N’s vampire drama between hunters and her sire, as Erwin had called the vampire that turned her.

“We’ll be mindful of that going forward.  And I’ll add talking about what to do about that situation to the list of things we need to discuss and try to find a solution to while we’re all there.”

Erwin leaned forward, gaze still unwavering from Levi, even as Levi had been mulling over his thoughts.  The scrutiny was something Levi was still trying to adjust to, well aware that Erwin was watching his actions and decisions more closely than he had in some time.  All to make sure the budding relationship between himself and Y/N wasn’t clouding his judgment in any way.  “Do you think that you'll be able to persuade him into being more...considerate of the situation he's created?”

That he was certain of.  No matter how the situation went, Levi was going to draw the line in the sand and make sure the kid ended up on one side or the other, whether that meant they cut ties or they finally made some damn progress.

“If the kid can't make up his mind with the ultimatum he's going to get, then there's no helping him.  Either he listens and accepts the help she's trying to give him, or there won't be any more arrangement,” Levi said flatly.

He was willing to let Y/N try this–as insane as it made him with the rising risks attached to it–and back her decision.  He understood why she was doing it.  But he wasn’t going to allow this kid to create a situation that threatened to destroy everything she’d managed to scrape together for herself recently, that she’d worked so hard to build.

He wasn’t going to allow a situation that would punish her for Emery’s decisions.

Erwin seemed to be satisfied with Levi’s answer, or at least the look in Levi’s eyes while he considered just how resolute he was about making sure Emery didn’t cause Y/N harm directly or indirectly, because he nodded, leaning back in his seat and finally looking away.  “Good.  Then I expect a resolution and progress when you two return from your trip in a few days to help with the refugees staying in the western part of Rose as part of our efforts to help ease the strain of managing this refugee crisis.”

Erwin frowned at the mention of the refugee crisis, and even though it had sounded like the end of the conversation, Levi could tell there was more coming, so he waited to hear what else Erwin had to say.

“Speaking of…just as a warning, Levi:  The Council has started talking about their culling plan again.  Much more actively this time.”

Levi felt his heart stop for a moment.  If they were talking about it actively now, then…it was coming.  Sooner rather than later, no doubt, given the look on Erwin’s face as he poured over more detailed maps of what Levi now saw were parts of the territory of Maria closest to Rose’s wall.

It was close enough Erwin was starting to make plans for how they were going to handle it when the dirty work inevitably got shunted onto them.

Levi didn’t have any words for that.  Didn’t even want to think about it beyond what was necessary, not until it was time for him to have to think about it.  But the warning that it was coming was still appreciated, since it gave him time to start mentally preparing himself.

He didn’t address it, however.  He simply reverted back to the conversation they’d been having before the warning.

“I’ll update her when she’s back from visiting Emery.  We’ll have finished before the end of the week.”

It seemed they wouldn’t be able to afford to be gone any longer than that.

Next Chapter--->

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[hash1ras]

𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑 𓆩♱𓆪

ao3 aot x vampire au coming soon

new orleans. the 1920s.

an underground group known as the agents of paradis are an organization made up of natural + supernatural beings. by day, they run an unsuspecting club in the french quarter. by night, they hunt vampires, werewolves, demons and other various entities. Their mission is simple, protect humanity at all costs.

led by levi ackerman, a sanguine vampire, their rag tag group of friends suddenly find themselves thrown into the middle of a centuries old conflict. A war between the ancient vampire royalty and the rest of the world.

(happy birthday levi my one true love xoxo)

[leverwings]

"Something intoxicating floods his veins, reminiscent of the venom but something deeper, steadier—something easy to fall into, and never return." 🍯🌅 Part 3/3 of the Ambrosia Series.

[theearlgreymage]

Levi lifts the silver and jade pipe to his lips again, but Erwin stops him, encircling his fingers around Levi’s slim wrist to pull the pipe up to his own mouth. He’s careful to touch only the polished stone mouthpiece as he inhales the smoke into his useless lungs. He maintains eye contact with Levi as he blows the smoke out in a perfect ring that dissipates on the apples of Levi’s cheeks.  “Unpredictability.” He says. “A good hunter should always keep their prey on their toes.” Levi licks his lips, eyes glassy. “Would you say I’m a good hunter, then?”  “You’ve certainly defied my expectations so far,” Erwin answers, honestly.  “Yeah?” Levi asks, shifting to press up against Erwin’s side. The smell of rich tea laced with addictive iron infiltrates Erwin’s senses—warm, alive. Erwin can’t help but to inhale a breath he doesn’t need.  Levi slings the arm holding the pipe around Erwin’s neck, keeping him close.  And then he presses the tip of a blade to Erwin’s chest.   Erwin sighs. “Ah, now this is predictable. Always prepared.”  When Levi doesn’t move to finish the job, Erwin grabs his wrist. “What are you waiting for?”  Something shifts in Levi’s eyes, but before Erwin can even begin to decipher it Levi drops the blade between them, instead filling his hand with the collar of Erwin’s shirt to pull him down and slot their lips together.  Levi kisses with his teeth, biting at Erwin’s bottom lip. It’s anything but elegant. It’s the last thing Erwin expected him to do and yet the kiss screams of Levi—quick as a viper, all at once bold and fluid. Erwin is unable to keep from pulling him closer, and as soon as his icy fingers make contact with the warm skin of Levi’s exposed knee, Erwin realizes he’s lost—that he wouldn’t mind in the slightest if this were how he met his demise. He is alive for the first time in centuries, high on the scent of opium smoke and bergamot and cedar, drowning in a fog of want, of an incurable desire for more.  His fangs drop, razor sharp against Levi’s lip, fully prepared to follow Levi’s lead to pierce his skin and taste the sweet blood that’s colored Levi’s face in such a beautiful flush. Levi clutches at his hair and Erwin’s hand slides upwards, hiking Levi’s skirts up further, clutching at the skin of his inner thigh— —as Levi clutches at his hair with the silver pipe pressed to the exposed flesh of Erwin’s neck.  The silver burns, scorching hot—hotter than a cattle brand. Erwin’s fingers press bruises into Levi’s thigh as he reels backwards out of the kiss, leaving a wet string of saliva stretching between them like spun sugar.  Levi hisses at the rough touch, as if the pain has brought them both to their senses.  “Fuck.” He whispers. The pipe trembles in his shaking hands. "Fuck.”

This fic was born thanks to a prompt submitted to the AOT Gotcha for Gaza Fundraiser. The moment I read it, I knew I HAD to write it. My vampire-loving-ass NEEDED to claim this prompt and go exuberantly over the top with it.

I've gone so over the top that I've managed to not only wrangle @ic3que3n into it as my beta, but also @abatarperso (who specifically helped with the French) and @leverwings (who is the most intense and wonderful beta I have ever had the pleasure of working with)

But if you thought I'd stop there, you'd be dead wrong. This fic also includes FANART by @leverwings (chapter 2) and @solarfry (chapter 4)

Read "Mon Sang // Mon Amour // Mon Malin" here on AO3

Rating, Tags, and Summary Beneath the Cut ✂

Chapters: 1/7

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman & Erwin Smith, Moblit Berner/Hange Zoë

Characters: Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Isabel Magnolia, Furlan Church, Hange Zoë, Moblit Berner, Nicholas Lovof, Nanaba (Shingeki no Kyojin), Sasha Blouse, Kenny Ackerman, Caven (Shingeki no Kyojin), Zeke Yeager

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Alternate Universe - Victorian, Victorian Paris, Set in the 1860s, Paris (City), Vampires, Vampire Hunters, Vampire Erwin Smith, Vampire Hunter Levi Ackerman, Trans Levi Ackerman, Trans Male Levi Ackerman, Top Erwin Smith, Bottom Levi Ackerman, Bottom Levi Ackerman/Top Erwin Smith, Fighting as a means for Flirting, Foreplay, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Rough Kissing, Love Bites, Vampire Bites, Vampire Thrall, Vampire Sex, Blood Drinking, Bruises, Blood and Injury, Human/Vampire Relationship, Fingering, Oral Sex, cunninglingus, Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Sex, First Time, Rough Sex, Enemies to Lovers, Sexual Tension, Recreational Drug Use, Opium, Drinking, Supernatural Elements, Minor Character Death, Light Angst, POV Third Person, Beta Read, Fanart

Summary:

Erwin decides that he likes Levi. He’s tenacious, persistent, and good at what he does. The Frenchman has peaked his interest in a way no one has in well over a century. It makes him want to not only sink his fangs into the column of Levi’s neck, but also into his mind. He wants to know how such a creature came to be.

He wants to see Levi’s humanity.

And a deeper, more primal part of him wants to see what it takes to unravel Levi.

Deciding that he’s toyed with him enough, Erwin releases Levi with a final teasing nip to his wrist. He doesn’t break skin, doesn’t trust himself to have a taste right now after a few drinks, and steps away from the hunter who’s coiled tight as a spring.

“Thank you for the dance, Levi.” ------------------------- AOT Gotcha for Gaza Prompt: Fall, Late 1800s, Trans Levi (ftm), Vampire Erwin, Vampire Hunter Levi, lots of sexual tension, enemies to lovers, Erwin fucking Levi's face, Erwin drinking blood from Levi's inner thigh before licking into him, Erwin fucking Levi roughly and passionate on all fours, putting his entire weight on Levi and whispering into Levi's ear while drinking from his neck. They both use he/him pronouns.

Additional Tags:

[sneak-pieck]

Vampire!Pieck AU 🦇

🩸🗡🦇 This is merely a cos-test, but I've taken so many pictures that I've grown to love really quickly,so I figured I could post them!

l've never posted on Tumblr before,so I am quite nervous about this, (l don't have a good self image😢) but I honestly just wish to make friends that have the same interests as me! ^-^

[sillyy-julyy]

I made a fake screenshot of an idea i had last night. It’s a game, where the protagonist (me, i guess) goes to a mansion because she wants to know more about the murders that have been happening lately in her town. She quickly discovers that the mansion is full of vampires, that- well, in my dream they were the Attack On Titan women, so- uh, take Vampire! Hange, i guess :]. Anyways, the game would be like those 2015 indie horror rpgs (Yume Nikki, Ib, Pocket Mirror, Ao Oni, Mogeko Castle, Re:Kinder…) and all that, black and white style except the vampires’s eyes. I the purpose is to get out of the mansion alive and well, there are bad endings of course.

[kayliraine]

another vampire eremika 🩸

[sunflowersunite]

Hello, good day, I hope your day's going well. I come bearing a question from the Hogwarts AU idea. Would you please say how you would sort the AOT veterans into Hogwarts houses?

hello @starshower1215! and thank you for humouring me, because I've wanted to talk about sorting those characters for so long now.

So, starting off strong, Hange is a proud Ravenclaw. Knowledge is what drives her and although she's determined to achieve her goals (she's got a bit of Slytherin in her, or a lot for that matter), knowledge and learning are what keep her alive and fighting.

Levi is a Hufflepuff (there was no yellow). Humanity is what he fought for. He was their spear and shield until the end, he gave everything to it, he sacrificed his own wishes and any dreams he might have had just to see it liberated. He cares for the ones close to him too, and it shows despite his cold demeanour.

Erwin is a Slytherin of course. To achieve his goal, he didn't hesitate to sacrifice soldiers again and again until his final breath. And then he admitted that his incentive was selfish, his own wish to prove something instead of the liberation of humanity. But his wish was fulfilled, the army reached the basement even after his departure.

Mike and Nanaba are Gryffindors. They fought bravely until the very end, gave it their all and suffered bitter deaths. But they'd do it all over again because as long as they keep fighting, humanity isn't lost.

to sort some others too... Moblit would probably be Hufflepuff, always fussing over Hange as he is. Shadis (lol) is a Gryffindor, always going on about fighting (and why is he shouting so much?). That's why Shadis had a tiny little beef with Erwin. Opposing houses and all. Let's sort Eren's parents too, Shadis knew them after all, same generation. Grisha is difficult, he was a bit brainwashed by trauma so I don't exactly know where to sort him. Y'know what? Slytherin. He did everything to achieve his goal, used his own sons (once with the resistance, twice with the titan). Carla is Gryffindor. She's got that fighter's spirit in her, she'd be too op if she'd lived. Same goes for Kuchel Ackerman. She could be sorted anywhere. Hufflepuff, for her devotion to her son. Slytherin, for enduring all she did. We don't know enough about her to make that conclusion.

Kenny is expelled. (he's an edgy and emo Hufflepuff)

here is some art on a veteran hogwarts AU and damn it's awesome

[levihandynasty]

WIP list

Fanfic

BeruMaru angst, canon universe.

PkPk angst, modern au.

JeanMarc Modern au.

Oc Creation 1st aot oc.

Eremika Short fic, angst, Vampire au.

Jean fic can't specify this, idk how

Gallirei Angst, canon universe

Porco X Nico with @sneak-pieck, a crack-ship/rarepair of ours.

Willy Tybur fic. Tba

+ a non aot fic. I thought I had sm more to work on, but maybe it's not that bad after all. Of course, these get pushed back a bit whenever I partake in the AOT discord's bi-weekly writing challenge, but this really should be doable.

Especially if I start (and finish) the Eremika one, even tho that's the one I'm the least excited about. I have been considering trashing it.

[setamalvada]

Pain and pleasure.