there will probably never be a levi to match

Looking Back

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This was ridiculous.

The sun shone brightly above them, its light glistening across the dark waters crashing against the shores down below, and the air had absolutely no business being this cold.

The wind had been less aggressive back at the settlement. Seeing the clear skies so early in the morning, he’d thought – naively, in hindsight – that the temperatures would climb as they’d ride to the northern coast. Waiting under the sun should have been… Possibly not comfortable, but certainly not this ridiculously unbearable.

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lips like sugar

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Eren/Levi

Summary: The last thing Levi wanted was charity. But a sugar daddy? That doesn’t sound too bad.


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chapter two

The leather feels smooth beneath his fingertips. And warm. Eren hadn’t been lying about the car’s seat warmers. The toasty feel of the heated interior is doing wonders for Levi’s chilled body, encasing him in a small sanctuary of warmth. He hears a quiet chuckle echo throughout the car, and the sound has him turning his head towards Eren, who is sporting a sly half-smile.

“Enjoying the ride?” Levi’s cheeks flush a brilliant pink, face turning to press against the window. Watching the snowfall is surprisingly comforting, for all the distaste he shares for the frozen shit, seeing it cover the ground from the view of a Porsche is distinctively aesthetic. “Levi?” His head lifts from the window, leaving behind a foggy smudge. Eren’s looking at him out of the corner of his eye, most of his attention - thankfully - focused on the road ahead.

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Be Her Valentine [1/2]

Levi’s not all that great at being a Cupid’s Angel, but Valentine’s Day is the perfect opportunity to redeem himself. It would go a lot better if Eren’s plans for the Angels’ most important day didn’t go directly against his though.

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Silence hung over the throne room. Queen Historia was trying to go easy on him, Levi supposed. But there was no way around it. His results of the past year had been, quite frankly, terrible. Terrible enough for his Queen to have most likely considered revoking his title and sending him back to the Superior Council for reconsideration of his assigned functions. The sleek white wings folded on his back stiffened.

Truth be told, Levi never understood why, as a young Angel, he had been offered to Queen Historia’s Kingdom. Why it had been decided that he would serve his eternal existence as a Cupid’s Angel. He had thought his main ability was to stay strong in the face of adversity, and therefore had expected to become a Guardian Angel. Sure, he had lacked in multi-lateral planning skills, which might have made him miss that calling, but then surely his sharp tongue and wit could have led him down the path of the Quarrel Spirits. Not that he wished for that either, though.

But a Cupid’s Angel? Now that had been downright laughable. No one had dared laugh though, it remained a highly respectable function after all. Levi certainly didn’t have time to laugh before being none too gently thrust into training, to become an expert in all things sappy, cheesy, and other representative variations of the word “sentimental”.

Empathy, care and a genuine desire to expand the horizons of inner happiness. So were the values that defined the typical Cupid’s Angel. And so were not the values that stood out in Levi’s personality. Or at least he thought not, but hey guess he fooled the Superior Council.

“I believe you are aware of… your weaknesses, Levi. And if you do know what went wrong this year, you should be capable of sparking and influencing many happy and lasting relationships in the year to come. In any case, you’re going to need to convince me you can.” Queen Historia was finally getting to the point, what would be done with him now. After a whole year without a single successful match to his name, Levi was not sure he’d be capable of much though. He awkwardly adjusted the quiver hanging off his shoulder, and his fingers tensed around his arc, symbols of his allegiance to her.

Queen Historia had spoken so far in her well known angelic tone, and had made her request in the sweetest of voices known in the realm. Her smile was as warm and beautiful as a summer morning’s first sunrays, and her pastel gowns flowed around her and blended with the cloud-like texture of the throne room floor, completing her image of a Goddess as splendid as dawn. Queen Historia, the Goddess of Love, flawless inside and out. So her people believed her to be, and so she strived to appear day after day.

She had most everyone fooled, but not Levi. If she really were made of sugar and spice and everything nice, she would not care so blatantly much for Ymir, who really should have been stripped of her status as Cupid’s Angel after all the crap she pulled last Valentine’s Day. There was nothing sweet about Ymir in his opinion, and the fact that Queen Historia kept her close for reasons other than training was a sure sign that there was more to the Goddess than met the eye. The thing was, Ymir’s status was probably the only reason Levi still got to keep his right now. Queen Historia could not banish him from her Kingdom without raising questions about what should be done about Ymir too.

“Levi… This might be a bit difficult to hear, which is why I decided to make this audience private. I have addressed the Superior Council to see if there might not be more suitable options for you in the future,” Queen Historia announced.

Levi bowed his head in shame. He’d expected it, but it was a terrible blow to hear that he truly was failing miserably at his calling.

“However, they insist you are indeed meant to remain under my care. They have decided you are to remain a citizen of my realm no matter what. Do you understand what this means, Levi?”, his Queen asked him. Levi’s eyes widened in horror.

As long as he kept his status as Cupid’s Angel, all would be well. He’d keep his wings, his stupid bow and quiver full of arrows, and would carry on floating in and out of realms, dimensions and planes, free to spread love wherever he went (joy). But if he didn’t, and couldn’t regain standing somewhere else, he’d be trapped within the Kingdom. Sure, it was a vast Kingdom, there would be plenty of places to go, plenty of people to meet. He’d find a job in the administration or in the academy. Lead a quiet life.

The exact opposite of what he wanted for himself.

While he still had to learn to enjoy his job (and actually do it properly), it meant the cosmos to him to be able to cross through lands far and wide. Having known that freedom and having it revoked… Levi was beginning to panic.

“Levi, I do not believe giving up your status as one of my Cupid’s Angels is anything you’d desire. It does pain me to have to consider it. It is a title you should bear with great pride, and your successes reflect on this Kingdom as a whole. You know that. So,” her voice gained strength as she spoke her next words, “I would like you to redeem yourself.”

Levi’s eyes shot up. Queen Historia smiled at him. “Nothing terribly complicated,” she said, leaning back into her throne of flowers. “Just very traditional. On Earth, certain areas will be celebrating Valentine’s Day soon enough. You know what would look perfect on your record? I think it would be very sweet if you could get someone to ask someone else to be their Valentine before the actual day. What do you think, Levi? Won’t you do that for me?”

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Lux [ Eren & Levi]

baseball au - eren & levi 
inspired by the au/picture from foreverautumnblog & tanekore

Levi ripped the mask from his face to chase after the ball Eren threw. It clipped the batter’s left shoulder, causing him to jerk back and hiss, loud enough for the umpire to catch. He’d twisted his body and pulled back as soon as he’d seen Eren’s pitch pull up, but he wasn’t fast enough.

Levi knew it stung. Eren’s pitches were fast and hard, and when he wanted them to, they hit their target more often than not. It was a learned skill Eren should have spent more time on than his petty rages. He hadhighs and lows with no averages—that was what threw Levi off.

Anything could change Eren’s game.

On the mound, Eren had gone tense and furious, the way cornered animals, were prone to do. There was jeering from both dugouts and a louder rumble from the crowd as Levi skidded across the dirt for the ball.

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