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Spring Cleaning - Levi x Reader - Short Fluff

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[Author's Notes]: A rather short, light-hearted, mildly fluffy piece depicting a rather ordinary, everyday interaction between the demanding Lance Corporal and an incredibly tolerant and patient Cadet.  The ending is a little humorous and unexpected, especially considering how Levi is normally portrayed in both canon and fanfiction.  Hope you enjoy.

Warnings for language.

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--- Spring Cleaning --

For the dutiful and self-sacrificing soldiers of the Recon Corps, peaceful days were far and few in between.  Precious moments like these were far too rare to waste lazing about doing nothing.  As such, Lance Corporal Levi took it upon himself to include - no, force, rather - everyone residing at the old castle to participate in his favourite day-to-day activity.

Cleaning.

Also, with the new year and the promise of an early spring, Humanity's Greatest Soldier decreed that entire castle should be dusted, scrubbed, washed and polished to a gleaming state.  Naturally, the memo that was passed out at breakfast left all of the Cadets griping - but one cold stare from their stormy-eyed superior was enough to make them shut mouth and hop to it.  

By noon, the castle was practically soaked from turret to buttress with the strong aromatic fumes of soap, bleach, polishing chemicals, pine, and lemon oil.  Quite frankly it was enough to make the ordinary person nauseous, but many suspected that the finicky Levi practically rolled with pleasure at the scent of fresh, sterile cleanliness.  When no one was watching, of course.

They knew better than to say this out loud, however.  And, nauseated as they were, breathing in the overpowering fumes of cleaning chemicals all around, they knew far better than to start getting sick in the Lance Corporal's newly cleaned hallways.  Instead, every window was thrown open, letting in a refreshingly crisp breeze that cleansed the air, stirred at the curtains, and whispered through the halls.  

The Cadets were all doing their best to satisfy their superior's neat freak tendencies.  And yet, Levi remained discontent at the results of their hard work, fussing over every undusted surface, grimacing at every stain that refused to fade away, and snapping at the fearful recruits for missing the smallest nook or cranny.  

"Not good enough.  Do it over." He'd say after every inspection, again and again.  The Cadets would groan inwardly, but would quickly move double-time to obey his orders without argument.  After all, the Lance Corporal had the sort of imposing demeanor that could make even the bravest soldier flinch and soak his drawers.

And so, Levi would move on, donning his cleaning scarf and head-kerchief and marching through the hall with relentless purpose.  His sharp eyes flitted this way and that with a predator's glare, scouring the place for the smallest spot of untidiness to attack ... as well as the nearest person to yell at.  Those who encountered him simply got the hell out of his way.

The hunt eventually led him back to his office and personal quarters.  ...Which was where he, by absolute chance, happened to find you.  

"S-Sir! This is an unexpected surprise!"

Startled at his sudden and unprecedented arrival, you stood upright and threw a salute, looking slightly flustered.  Breathing through his cleaning mask, Levi glanced at you with a cold, discerning look as he entered the newly-cleaned, spic and span office.  Suffice to say, you had taken it upon yourself to perform the task no Cadet had the nerve nor the guts to do themselves - tidy up the Lance Corporal's living quarters.  Needless to say, this was where Levi was the most critical when it came to cleanliness.  He slept here, after all, and had absolutely no tolerance for any manner of filth in his domicile.

And yet, he said not a word as he eyed room from floor to ceiling.  Thorough as ever, Levi took note of the polished floor, the gleaming desk, and the crystal clear windows.  His eyes narrowed slightly in surprise. Not even the air itself contained a single speck of dust.  

All the while, you stood there nervously, shifting your weight from foot to foot, just waiting for him to spy the slightest imperfection in your work and fling it back in your face.  

He found none.  

"... How unusual," the Lance Corporal murmured in a low, breathy tone.  Though it was cold as ever, you noted that it lacked its usual displeasure.  "I suppose this puts your efforts one notch above the piss-poor performance your fellow brats tend to churn out."

Your eyes widened.  You tilted your head, blinking at him curiously.  He seemed almost surprised.  Pleasantly so, even.  It was enough to lift your hopes slightly.

Even so, it was clear that Levi was still not satisfied.  Not yet.

"Don't look so pleased just yet," he told you in a curt voice.  "Before you start thanking me for your inflated ego, let's see if you managed to fuck up cleaning the fireplace."

"Yes, Sir! Of course!" You exclaimed, following after him as he marched stridently towards the fireplace.  "I did my best to clean it properly, this time! With lemon oil and everything, just as you instructed! Honest to-"

"I can see that.  Shut up for a moment."

You closed your mouth.  Levi set to work inspecting the fireplace, eyes narrowing into sharp, cold slits.  The tension rose sharply as you watched him, convinced that he would find some fault and yell at you for your incompetence.

"Hm..." Levi murmured.  His dark, stormy eyes drifted along the fireplace from mantle to hearth.  "I don't see any unnecessary debris.  The outer hearth is as polished as it should be.  The lintel is dust-free, and I can see that you've tidied up the coal-box as well..."

He stooped down, scrutinizing a little more closely.  You heard a metallic grinding as he removed an iron-wrought poker from the stand and examined it.  "The tools are clean and in good condition... I can see nothing amiss."  

The Lance Corporal's eyes drifted towards the inner hearth and suddenly went dark.  

"...And pray tell, what the bloody hell is this?"

You gulped as he prodded the bed of the hearth with a finger.  It gave way to a soft piling of dust that stained his fingertip with soot.  

Levi stood up and slowly turned to face you, affixing his hawk-like stare into your eyes.  His voice took on a suddenly ominous tone.

He rubbed away the soot between his fingers.  "You left behind a layer of ash on the firebox. It is exactly an inch thick."  

Your eyes widened ever so slightly.  At his accusatory tone, you quickly nodded, and lowered your head guiltily.  

His steps resonated through the room as he moved towards you, gliding like a panther.  For certain, you were in for the reprimand of the century.  What he said next, however, surprised you beyond all expectation.

"By any chance, Cadet... did you do that on purpose?"

You looked up, blinking at him with a bewildered expression.  Levi simply stared at you with an air of quiet impatience, waiting for you to hurry the fuck up and answer.  ...So you did, taking a deep breath first of all.

"Yes, Sir.  That's correct," you told him, mustering your nerve and confidence.  "We still have a few days of cold weather until spring, right? A one-inch layer of ash should be enough to insulate the coal, which will help heat up the room faster when it gets cold at night.  That's what I learned while I was still working as a-"

He cleared his throat.  You caught the irritated look in his eye and immediately stopped babbling.  "...Sir."  You turned red, ending the sentence in a rather awkward manner.

Once again, the Lance Corporal surprised you, this time by softening his gaze.

"That is indeed correct, Cadet.  So you do know how to properly clean a fireplace after all," he remarked in a calm, even tone.  It might have been your imagination, but was he perhaps... impressed with your work?  

The mask was removed, revealing his pale face and sharp features.  He gazed towards the fireplace, brow furrowing.  "Not many soldiers realize that this is the correct way to do it, keeping the coal insulated like this.  I've long since given up reminding them... fucking slobs."

You found yourself giggling before you had the good sense to stop yourself.  Levi glared at you.

"What? What the fuck are you laughing at, Cadet?" he demanded with a growl, turning to face you fully.  

"N-Nothing, Sir!" you stammered with a red face, shuddering as you tried to stifle a laugh... and failed, miserably.  "Nothing at all...! I was just clearing my throat..."

It never failed to amaze you just how capable Levi was at such eloquence, only to suddenly revert back to the foul-mouthed language that was no doubt ingrained since his days as a criminal.  The way he spoke was just so abrupt and unpredictable, you couldn't help but be startled - and amused.

Levi failed to see where the hilarity was, and strode right up until he was nose to nose with you, firing off a steel-cold stare at point blank.  You blinked right back at him, standing rooted to the spot.  Your heart leapt and your breath held.  

...You had to admit.  The man certainly had nice eyelashes up close.

His discerning glare was met with the most mild, patient of expressions.  As you stood there, completely unaffected, Levi drew away from you and clicked his tongue irately between his teeth.

"Tch.  You're nothing like the other Cadets, I see."

"Pardon, Sir?"

"You're not afraid of me, are you?"

That statement perplexed you, and yet you dared not ask the reason behind this inquiry.    Scrambling for an answer, you stammered, "N-not at all, Sir! I find you somewhat intimidating, but of course that's to be expected considering you're my superior and all.  And if you don't mind me saying so, your demeanor doesn't really give off a very friendly or welcoming vibe, so I can understand how some Cadets may find you unapproachable.  Never mind the fact that you have the sort of stare that reduce a full grown soldier to tears, which is an impressive feat in it's own way, I have to admit-"

Levi cleared his throat.  Sharply.  You reddened.

"Oh, right.  Sorry!  I was babbling again.  Forgive me, Sir." You straightened up a bit. "Anyways, to answer your question.... No, I don't find you frightening at all.  Not in the least."

"I see," Levi said bluntly.  He looked incredulous.  "That's certainly a first."

Eyes drifting, the Lance Corporal folded his arms across his chest.  The straps of his harness, along with the fabric of his shirt, stretched visibly over the musculature of his slender, wiry form.

"That's the damn trouble with dealing with recruits," he murmured, brow twisted with discontent.  "They see me as Humanity's Greatest Soldier, and behave as though I'm some kind of vicious, rabid beast that would snap his teeth at them sooner than a Titan would."

More like a vicious, rabid toy dog than a beast, you thought to yourself.  Half the size, but just as terrifying.   Of course, you knew FAR better than to say this out loud.

This remark surprised you though.  It almost seemed as though Levi was self-conscious about the sort of image he was projecting.  Maybe even bothered.

He let out an exasperated sigh.  "Erwin tells me I should make the effort to connect with our Cadets better. But what's the use if they keep their distance like a bunch of frightened mice? I suppose the fact that I make them nervous means that I'll have no trouble commanding their respect and attention.  ... Still.  I find myself wishing that they would see me as a fellow human, just like the rest of them."

Your eyes widened.  It astonished you to know that someone like Lance Corporal Levi was actually worried about getting along with the rest of the Cadets! Ordinarily he behaved as though he didn't care, but perhaps that wasn't the case.  Why then was he telling this to you, of all people?

Oh...  That's right, you realized quietly.  Because he knows I'm not afraid of him, unlike the others.  

"Well, most of us are still just fresh from training, to be honest!" you reasoned, trying to sound optimistic.  "They're probably still in awe of you, but I'm sure they'll get used to your presence after a while.  These sort of things take time, that's all."

"Too much time, perhaps," Levi murmured, staring out of the window into the castle grounds below.  "... Time is not always a luxury afforded to those brave enough to join the Recon Corps."

You glanced out the window, where a handful of Cadets were out hanging up the laundry to dry.  Sasha and Connie were frantically chasing a sheet that had flown off in the spring breeze, while Jean yelled angrily after them.   Levi watched them with a subdued expression.

... It was then that you suddenly remembered.  A staggering majority of the recruits who enlisted in the Recon Corps tended to wind up dead within a short amount of time.  The mortality rate had changed little year after year, and yet Levi would still remain.  How many hopeful, aspiring new Cadets had he seen come and go? How many old faces had he witnessed being replaced by new ones?  Save for a lucky few, most graduates would only be around for a painfully finite amount of time before they met their untimely end, one way or another.  How was Levi to remember them all once they were gone, unless he took the time to learn their names? Discover a little more about them? Learn about their dreams? Their will after death?

You had been around long enough to know that the Recon Corps and its members were like a family.  And yet, the time you had to cherish one another was just so limited and fleeting.  Perhaps sooner or later, you would meet your own fate out in the battlefield.  It was a sobering thought, but there was no doubt in your mind that Levi bore the heaviest burden of all simply by being the survivor.  

And to think he was this worried about not being able to get along with the Cadets...all because of that.

You said nothing, but you listened...and you understood.  Levi looked at you once, then let the matter go entirely.

"In any case, you had better take a damn look at yourself, Cadet," he said with a frown in your direction.  "Not that your efforts aren't appreciated, but there is such a thing as taking it too far."

"Huh?" You blinked, looking down at yourself.

Having spent dawn until daytime cleaning, you were covered head to toe in soot.  Even your hair was filled with patches of charcoal dust.  Your dirt-streaked hands were parched, red, and flaking at the fingertips.  The cleaning chemicals and the soap you had used to clean had been so harsh.  As a result, your nails were a sorry sight, your palms were chapped and the skin was so cracked and dry, it was starting to bleed a little.

You blushed, feeling rather self-conscious.  "Oh, right ... I'm sorry, Sir."

My hands are so damaged, he must think they're ugly to look at, you thought shamefacedly.  You decided to fold them behind your back and keep them out of sight-

The Lance Corporal snatched your hands out of the air before you could hide them.  You gasped, startled.

"S-Sir?!" You exclaimed, feeling the cool length of his fingers brush across the arid surface of your skin.  "Please don't touch them, I haven't washed them and they're bleeding a little-"

You winced, crying out a little as his touch accidentally aggravated the broken skin of your palms, causing it to sting and flare up like a burn.  He relented, examining your hands a little more gently.  Even so, scowled with dissatisfaction.

"Tch ... I should have known you would overdo it." He gave you back ownership of your hands.  "This is unacceptable.  Go to the infirmary and have that treated immediately.  ... And wash yourself up."

"Eh?" You protested.  "But I haven't finished cleaning the office yet!"

Levi brushed you off. "I'll take care of it.  In any case, I can see several places where you fell short." His eyes narrowed sharply as he scanned the room.  "And why the hell is my desk all the way over here?"

"Oh, I moved it a little so I could clean the floor!" you said, following him frantically towards the center of the room.  "I'll move it back, don't worry!"

"With those hands of yours? Don't be ridiculous," Levi snapped.  

But you were already positioned at the far edge of the desk, finding a handhold so that you might lift that side off the floor.  "If you could take the other side, Sir..."

You mustered as much strength as you could.  Within seconds, one end of the desk rose a few inches above the ground.  You winced, feeling your hands stretch to the near breaking point.  Your arms shook against the weight of mahogany.

"[First]!" Levi shouted in alarm, rushing over towards you.  "Don't overstrain yourself!"

He reached out to grab hold of the desk, determined to take your place before you wound up hurting yourself.  You gasped as he crashed into you.  "W-wait, Sir!"

Your hands slipped.  The bottom edge of the heavy, mahogany desk fell to the floor -

BAM.

-and to your horror, landed on the leather-clad foot of Lance Corporal Levi.  His face instantly went white.  

"LEVI!" You shrieked.  "Sir! Are you alright?!"

Your immediate response was a string of deeply inhaled breaths.  You stood there, petrified.

Levi was utterly, completely silent.  After a moment of absolute motionlessness, he began to work his foot free from beneath the massive weight of the desk.  The toe of his boot had a visible dent on its leather surface.

"S-Sir?" You let out a terrified whisper. "Your foot...!"

He stumbled away from the desk and stood stark still, gingerly resting all of his weight on his uninjured foot.  For one long tense and silent moment, his expression remained as frozen as stone.  He looked as though he might unleash a shouting shitstorm of righteous, foul-mouthed fury at you at any second...

Levi turned towards you sharply, eyes hidden behind a sweep of black hair.  You froze and palpitated, finding yourself bewildered beyond words when he suddenly moved towards you.  His steps were heavy, and he walked with a slight limp-

... Your surprise increased tenfold as the man bowed down and buried his forehead into your shoulder, resting his weight against you and letting his arms fall limp.  Letting out a little gasp, you took a small step back to brace yourself.  Instinctively, your hands went to his upper arms to prevent him from falling.  

Good God! Don't tell me he's passed out?! You peered down at him.  Oh... no he hasn't.  Thank Goodness...!

"Sir...?" You murmured tentatively.  "Lance Corporal? ...Are you...?"

His eyes were clenched shut against your shoulder.  Void of all will to move, void of all will to speak, all he could do was lean against you helplessly.  As he drew in a sharp breath, you saw his shoulders trembling ever so slightly in visible pain.  

And then... you heard it.  The smallest, faintest of sobs.

Your eyes widened.  Then again, was there really a legitimate reason to be surprised? Even if he was Humanity's Greatest Soldier, it was only natural he would react that way after having his foot crushed by a desk.  Come to think of it, an ordinary person would have been screaming or bawling by now, wouldn't they?

But no.  Levi just hid his face in your shoulder and sniffled.  Quietly.

You felt a jolt of sympathy, unable to imagine how much pain he must be biting back right now.  Internal screaming didn't seem like an impossibility.  When he refused to show his face, you reached up and gently wrapped your arms around him.  You ran your hand up and down the back of his shoulders, soothing him.

"There, there...  It's alright," you whispered softly as he shuffled closer, drawn by your comforting warmth.  "Just let it out if you have to.  I'm not judging, and no one's here to watch."

Actually, you couldn't be sure.  With Levi properly distracted by the overpowering agony in his foot, you discreetly turned your gaze towards the open doorway.  Someone must have heard the desk falling just now...

...Sure enough, all four members of the Special Operations Squad were peering in.  Petra's small mouth had fallen open in surprise.  Auruo had the most comical expression of shock on his face.  Erd and Gunther both stared in through the office doorway, eyes wide with confusion and bewilderment.

They were all stunned by the sight of Levi breaking down against your shoulder over his hurt foot.

Sensing their alarm, you reassured them with a smile and quietly mouthed them a few silent words.  "He'll be fine." You hugged Levi a little closer, subtly positioning yourself so that the doorway was out of view.  

The four soldiers quickly got the hint.  Not wanting to embarrass the pride of their Squad Leader, they quickly tiptoed away from the doorway and disappeared out of sight.  ...You did catch Petra trying to stifle a giggle, however.

Smiling awkwardly, you continued to hold Levi close against your shoulder and rub his back until he finally calmed down.  You felt him draw several deep and steady breaths.  Eventually, he spoke, using that familiar breathy and deadpan voice.

"You may let go of me now, Cadet."

Heart pounding, you obeyed.

Recovered at last, the man extracted himself from your shoulder and stood upright, straightening his back.  His black hair was in slight disarray as he glowered up at you.

His eyes were moist and red.

You did not dare speak as he took the time to straighten his clothes and regain his composure.  Adjusting his scarf and brushing back his hair in a finicky manner, he drew in one last sniff.  His cold, unrelenting, and unruffled expression returned.

He was still resting his weight on one foot.  Guiltily, you bowed your head with a shamefaced look.

"Lance Corporal, I'm really sorry about dropping the desk on your-"

Levi's cold words cut you off.  "Not another word, Cadet."

"...Eh?" You looked up at him, blinking in confusion.

Levi's eyes were drifting awkwardly to the side, flickering with embarrassment towards the doorway.  No one was there at present, but you could tell that he was still cautious.  Turning back towards you, he repeated himself in a much more quiet voice.

"...Not a word about this to anyone."

This was not an order, you realized.  He was making a plea.  This was not about the mere fact that a desk had fallen on his foot, of all things.  Rather, it was what had come after that he wanted to keep a secret.  

Understanding perfectly, you nodding in a feverish manner.  "I won't tell anyone, Sir.  No one will ever need to know."

Levi nodded stiffly.  

"I'm going to visit the infirmary.  You are dismissed, Cadet."

And as far as he was concerned, that was the end of the discussion.  Turning around, he made a beeline for the door, limping visibly but doing his absolute best to conceal it.  His image as a proud soldier of undying strength and fortitude was at stake here, after all.  

You stared after him, concerned for his well-being, but knew better than to offer him your help out loud.

If you did, he'd really yell at you then.

---

The next day, the Cadets were all abuzz over the fact that Lance Corporal Levi had encountered an accident during cleaning, one that was enough to send him to the infirmary for treatment.  That said, it could have been worse.  His foot was bruised, swollen, and shot with pain, but it was by no means broken.  So long as he kept the pressure off, he was expected to recover completely in a matter of days.  Better yet, the next expedition was still far off.  Barring any unforeseen circumstances, his performance in battle was not expected to be a problem.

And yes, they all knew that it was your fault for dropping two-hundred pounds of solid mahogany on the plantar surface of his foot. Quite frankly, they were all amazed by the fact that Levi didn't tear you to pieces for potentially injuring him.  

"He wouldn't do that!" you protested each and every time, much to their surprise.  That said, you anticipated some sort of punishment eventually.  Guilty as you were, you wouldn't have minded being yelled at, to be honest.

Later that day, you encountered Lance Corporal Levi in the hallway, on his way back from the infirmary... no doubt to retrieve more painkillers.  

"Sir!" You greeted him in earnest, throwing your salute and offering a hopeful smile.

He glared up at you with a sour expression, eyes shot with dark circles.  Given the fact that you were responsible for his state of intense PAIN right now, he probably found your excessive cheerfulness absolutely disgusting.

Still, Levi greeted you with relative tepidness.  "Cadet." He nodded curtly.

You observed that he was in better condition than he had been yesterday.  He was no longer limping at least, but you could tell that he was trying to avoid overusing the foot that was bruised up.

His mood, however, appeared to have improved little.  You felt a little sheepish.  Once again, you were to blame for your own carelessness.

Coincidentally, Hanji and Petra were also making their way through the hall.  The both of them greeted you with their usual cheerfulness.  Petra, as expected, immediately began fussing over Levi.

"Sir, I heard that you were seen at the infirmary yesterday.  ... Is everything alright?"

"This fool brat dropped a bloody desk on my goddamned foot," Levi snapped, gesturing first towards the ground and then at the gigantic case of painkillers underneath his arm. "I'm as well as can be expected."

You cringed, smiling weakly.  You weren't going to live that one down any time soon, were you?  

"Oh, don't be such a Drama Queen, Levi!" Hanji laughed merrily. "Give it a few days and you'll be right as rain! You're Humanity's Strongest Soldier, after all.  You were born to take all sorts of pain like a champ!" She grinned, placing her hands on her hips.  "I doubt you even batted an eyelash when the desk hit your foot!"

"..."

Levi fell completely silent, an incomprehensible expression on his face.  

"Maybe so, but a lot of us are still worried," Petra remarked kindly.  "I heard that a few of the Cadets paid a visit to the infirmary, just to see if he was doing alright." She giggled.  "I hope you don't find them bothersome, Sir.  A lot of them really do want to talk to you and get to know you better, after all."

Huh.  That's right, you thought.  Ever since the whole legion heard about Levi's foot being crushed underneath a desk during cleaning, they had been coming up to him on a frequent basis, asking if he was doing alright.  Making conversation, and so forth.

And judging by the way Levi remained strangely quiet, you had a feeling that this new development didn't bother him at all.  Not in the least.

He remained quiet even as the two women engaged you both in friendly, good-natured conversation.  Eventually, they continued on their way, leaving you behind with the Lance Corporal.  The two of you stood alone in a moment of awkward silence.

"[First]..." Levi spoke, as soon as Petra and Hanji were out of earshot.

"Sir?" you asked, giving him no less than your utmost attention.  

He looked strangely tentative.  Uncertain, even.

"After seeing me like that..." He paused, hesitating.  "Do you... think any less of me?"

Looking surprised, you shook your head incredulously.  

"Of course not, Sir," you said with a smile.  "And I doubt the rest of our comrades would either."

...Even if they knew how Humanity's Greatest Soldier had been sent on the verge of tears, thanks to some silly Cadet dropping a desk on his foot.  But of course, for the sake of Levi's pride, you decided not to mention this.

"Oh, and by the way..."

You grew a little nervous as Levi gave you a sharp and sudden stare.

"As punishment for injuring my foot, Cadet," he declared coolly.   "You are hereby in charge of cleaning every single fireplace, hearth, stove, and furnace in the castle for the rest of the season."

You felt your heart sink a little.  Nevertheless, you accepted your punishment, hanging your head and looking a little sheepish.  "Understood, Sir..."

Levi continued to gaze at you owlishly, tilting his head to one side.  Letting out an irritable huff, he dipped a hand into his pocket and drew something out.  A small box.  He thrust it in your general direction.

"Here."  He said in a blunt voice, glaring off in the opposite direction.

"...?"

You took the box and looked at it.  Your eyes widened.

...Soap.  Of the mild variety, and rather good quality as well! You held it to your nose.  It smelled wonderfully of orange and spices.  

"...For your hands." Levi stated, clearing his throat.  "Just accept it."

You stared at him, a little lost for words.  Clutching the box like a treasure in your hands, you smiled at him with warm gratitude.

"Thank you, Levi..."

He let out a non-committal grunt in response, avoiding your eyes entirely.  Without another word, he made his way across the hallway with his box of painkillers, limping ever so subtly.  You watched him go.

As the days passed, the men and women of the legion began to notice an odd change at the Recon Corps headquarters.  The fireplaces were burning quicker now, and the castle rooms had become much warmer and more comfortable than they had been before, even at night.  Perhaps spring was closer than they had first thought.
I enjoy writing about ordinary, mundane, mildly fluffy interactions so this one kind of wrote itself.  Not the Yandere!Levi fic you guys have been waiting for (I WILL work on that eventually, I promise!).  This is more of a Tsundere!Levi? The Reader-chan depicted here is adorable, earnest, hardworking, and above all, incredibly understanding. 

Hope you guys like. =3
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ShadowCrawler2004's avatar

I droped my 200 lb desk on my foot. It hurt like... an elephant stepped on it. I didn´t scream.... just bit a hole in my tounge...*wince*

Levi i feel ya´

Bast fanfic ever.