Eren gets scared when Papa Levi goes scold-mode
A/N: First prompt is angst (sorry, it wasn’t my idea I swear) and the second one is fluff. Just a warning for those sensitive to emotional whiplash.
Levi leans against the counter and watches as Petra moves around the small kitchen to brew coffee. It seems normal after weeks of tension leftover from a fight, her movements seamless and graceful. At a glance, she looks almost comfortable. Serene. But Levi knows her better than that.
"I need to ask you something," he says, because she sure as fuck isn’t talking.
Her eyes flick over to meet his before darting away. “Okay.”
"Did you fuck someone else?"
Petra stills for a moment. “What?”
"You heard me." He swallows the acid taste in his mouth, worse than bile. His head throbs and he rubs his temples in an attempt to stave off the incoming migraine. "Listen. Things have been fucked up lately so - "
She takes in a deep breath, her eyes fluttering closed for a second before she turns to face him. “I can explain,” she says, and Levi feels his stomach drop.
"What?" he hisses.
Levi no, leave the selfies to Mikasa and Eren. Don’t do this you don’t even smile gdi
"This alright with you?"
His tone is bored, words drawled, voice hoarse with the rasp of too many cigarettes, but his fingers are almost tentative as he passes her the notebook. She takes it with both hands, careful not to crease the page, and looks down at the painstakingly sketched design—and…
this is perfect
note: oops i did it again!
“I wish we could just stay here all day,” Petra mumbles against his skin when they wake up in the morning, legs tangled, bodies warm, and just all too comfortable.
“But then we’ll miss our freaking wedding,” Levi replies dryly.
She laughs and she rises, pressing a kiss against his cheek before pointing out, “That’s still after we get back from this expedition, Levi.”
The last sentence just
Summary: In which Levi and Petra share a bed for the first time. And Levi learns things.
It’s the very first time he shares his bed with someone else, if Isabel and Farlan are out of the (empty) list—as they often only had the warmth radiating from each other’s bodies to survive through the cold, wet, bite of winter—and it is a strange feeling to him.
The door slides open and Levi hears the obnoxious racket made by his students.
"Pipe the fuck down, you brats. It’s only nine in the morning. Save the mouth exercise for other classes." He snapped; it’s evident someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.
"Chill the fuck out, Mr Levi. It’s kinda obvious you slept alone last night."
Focusing his glare on Jean, also famously known as horse-face due to Springer’s announcement on Facebook, he said pointedly, “Language, Kirstein. Language.”
Jeans blatantly stares back at him, are you fucking kidding me written all over his face, to which Levi responded by raising his brow, daring him to say it out.
Turning to address his restless students who started squirming as if there were ants in their underwear, he began his class. Putting his glasses on as usual, he was about to tell them to turn to page fifty-seven of the expensive textbook which you only probably only use twice a year when Connie suddenly shouted from the back, “Hey Mr Levi! Has anybody told you how drop-dead handsome you are when you wear ‘em glasses?!”
Levi’s could feel a throbbing headache and class has not even started!
i posted two sads so here’s a not sad headcanon (bc i keep trying to write it and it’s not happening):
when petra goes to see her dad, yeah they spend time together but ultimately he makes her help out with random tasks he can totally do himself but he’s still her dad so whatever.
e.g. “petra be…
wow i really got around on the second day of school
i met her once and I’ve never smoked anything
…I don’t even drink alcohol
i’m a socially awkward virgin and i’m 99% sure that wasn’t gospel music
i don’t even have her number????????????