A brilliant cacophony of noise filled the studio; Miche wailed on the drums like his life depended on it, his head bobbing in time with the beat. Playing with all her might so as not to be outdone, Hange's fingers danced expertly along the strings of the bass guitar, her face contorted into concentration. The intruments blended together to create a wicked harmony, and a huge grin overtook the woman's features. Levi had his eyes closed, one hand clutching the neck of his guitar, the other resting prone over the strings. His head was tilted back, and he followed the melody, before his body moved into action. Leaning into the microphone, he began playing his guitar, and as his bandmates came to a crescendo, he parted his lips and took a breath in. Levi sang a breathy verse right as the two dropped down into a softer tone, his words flowing like velvet into the mic. His eyes remained closed as he sang, a small smile playing on his lips as his two companions continued to play flawlessly, and together they created a perfect symphony. They were all in their element, focusing on nothing but the music, and they all lost themselves in it. They could practice and play for hours, time passing them by without them even noticing. This was what they were made to do.

As the song came to an end, Levi strummed his guitar softly, before letting the sound fade out and meld with the final notes of Hange's. He took a deep breath, and opened his eyes, raising them to look through the glass. Erwin and their producer, Farlan Church, were sitting next to each other; Farlan wore a devilish grin, staring at the band in awe, and he gave them two thumbs up. Their manager was far more subdued, a subtle smile resting across his lips as he spoke through their headsets.

"That was perfect. We'll call this a wrap." At his words, Levi pulled off his headset and strode over to a stool, picking up a water bottle and chugging it down.

Catching his breath, he wiped the back of his hand against his sweaty brow and turned to regard his bandmates. "You two did pretty well," he complimented, and Hange whooped with excitement. That was the best compliment they were going to get out of him. Considering his normal brash way of speaking, it was the highest praise.

Miche slid off of his stool, setting his drumsticks down carefully, before he grabbed his own bottle of water. He sniffed the air, bringing the bottle to his lips. "Smells like it'll be in the top ten."

"Fuckin' weirdo," Levi muttered, rolling his eyes. Speaking up, he raised a brow at the other man. "I'm holding you to that, or else you're treating us next time we go to a bar."

"If he's right, then it'll be on you to pay for our drinks, little grumpy!" Hange added, adjusting her glasses as she flashed him a shit eating grin. "You're making fool's bets going against Nose like that. You know he's never wrong."

Levi merely shrugged, ignoring her blasted nickname. "There's a first time for everything," was his explanation.

The three of them headed out of the recording booth and stepped out into the main room of the studio, approaching the producer and manager.

"Dude, that was fuckin' sick. Somehow you guys just keep getting better and better. I can't wait to get this all edited." Farlan was gushing, nearly bouncing in his seat. Levi considered him to be their biggest fan, and he always laid on the praise, making them all feel good after particularly brutal sessions. He was also one of their closest friends.

Erwin was checking his watch, giving a little hum of thought. "It's a little early, but we might as well take lunch. We have three more songs to get recorded before we'll have the complete album, and your schedule tomorrow his booked up with interviews. We might as well try and get them done today."

Hange swallowed a whine, mouthing 'slave driver' at Levi behind their manager's back.

"I told you all he was missing was a whip," Levi whispered to her, causing her to choke on a giggle and snort unattractively.

Erwin turned and raised one of the caterpillar's he called an eyebrow. "Something funny? We could always skip lunch and get right back into it, if you'd prefer?"

"Fuck no, Eyebrows!" Levi huffed, crossing his arms and tilting his chin up haughtily. "I have some errands to run during lunch; good luck getting any work done without the frontman, because I'm leaving whether you say we can or not."

"What kind of errands? This is the first I'm hearing of it." Erwin frowned down at the shorter man, his head tilting to the side slightly.

"I don't owe you an explanation, mom. I'm a grown ass man, and I'll be back on time. Don't get your panties in a twist," the raven-haired man spat out with a scowl, glaring at his manager and just daring the taller, broader man to try and stop him.

"All right, calm down. You can go run your errands. I was planning on treating you all to lunch for your hard work, but I'll just take Miche, Hange, and Farlan."

"Free food!" Hange squealed excitedly, throwing her arms up in cheer. She latched onto Erwin and grinned up at him. "You beautiful blond angel!"

Levi rolled his eyes, grabbing his jacket and starting to walk towards the exit. He glanced back over his shoulder. "I'll take a raincheck on that," he drawled, before turning back to head out the door. He walked down a hallway and up to an elevator, pressing the down arrow to call one. He waited patiently, checking the time on his phone. It was 2:16, meaning he had to haul ass in order to make his consultation appointment. Hange had warned him against being tardy, to which he could only sneer. What did it matter so long as he paid the guy?

A ding, and the soft shushing of the doors opening signaled the arrival of the elevator, and Levi climbed in, hitting the button for the garage level. It took a minute for the doors to register the command, and once they'd fallen shut, he began to descend all the way down. He watched the numbers tick until displaying a B, and he braced himself as the metal box came to a sudden halt. Exiting the elevator, he waltzed towards his car, slipping his key from his back pocket. After unlocking it and sliding into the driver's seat, he started the vehicle and instantly turned the heat on full blast. It may be early October, but the air outside was frigid. They'd already had the first frost of the year, much to his annoyance. He couldn't stand ungodly hot weather, but he also detested the cold. Levi was much more suited to tepid weather, to warmth and gentle breezes, not harsh winters and ballsweating summers. Sliding on a pair of sunglasses, he checked his rearview to make sure it was clear behind him.

He pulled out of the garage, bringing up mapquest and hitting start. Siri told him to take a left, and so he did. If luck was on his side, he'd make it right on time, and not a minute sooner. But this was him he was talking about; luck shat all over him. He got stuck driving behind the oldest fucking person alive, who was going a wild 30 in a 45; he had to detour around a fuckton of construction, adding 5 minutes to his driving time; and worst of all, he had to stop and wait while a gaggle of schoolchildren were escorted along a crosswalk by a crossing guard holding her shitty little stop sign. Levi momentarily considered manslaughter, his foot itching to slam down on the gas. However, he doubted the hot lawyer could get those charges dropped. He could imagine it now; him, wearing that hideous orange jumpsuit, handcuffed to a chair, and trying to plead his case.

"Your honor, I didn't mean to slam on my gas and run over every single little fucking mouthbreather, I just have restless leg syndrome. It acted up. Backing over them was entirely coincidental.I mixed up drive and reverse. Silly me."

Yeah, that'd fly over real well in court. After they had finished crossing, Levi hit his gas so hard his tires squealed, and he sped as fast as legally allowed, glancing periodically at the time on his dash. He whipped into the parking lot of the building, and turned harshly into the nearest parking space. Faster than he'd ever done before, the car was turned off, and he was out, slamming the door and striding across the lot as he locked the car behind him.

He pushed the main door open and strut through the entryway, making a B-line for what he assumed was the reception desk. Behind it sat a tiny blonde woman, who looked disgustingly cheerful; Levi had to fight the urge to sneer.

Sky blue doe eyes looked up at him, and a pretty pink smile graced her lips. "Welcome to The Law Offices of Eren M. Jaeger; my name is Historia, how may I assist you?"

"Levi Ackerman. I have an appointment," he bit out, coming off every bit of unfriendly that he knew he was. He stared down at her through his sunglasses, trying to intimidate her to hurry the fuck up.

Somehow her smile didn't even waver, and she glanced down at her little calender, her long manicured talon dragging down a list of names. "Ah, yes, here you are. I'll phone Mr. Jaeger to let him know you're here. You're welcome to sit in the waiting area."

Levi disregarded that, choosing to stand instead. He leaned lightly against her desk, pulling out his phone to browse through his social media. He ignored the little blonde's voice as she spoke into the transmitter. He paused to look at a photo on instagram; Hange had just posted it, and he had to supress a laugh. She had captured the moment just as her straw wrapper hit Erwin in the eye. The caption made him smile. "Absolutely worth my inevitable murder."

Dress shoes sharply smacking on the wooden floor drew his attention away from Hange's antics, and he looked up, slipping his phone into his back pocket. Eren Jaeger strode with purpose down the hall, his face a professional mask, though his ocean eyes were lit with an angry fire. Wait, eyes? Levi thought, his attention shooting back to them. To his utter disappointment and suspicion, they were the exact same color, although the left one looked a little dull. Huh, that was odd. He'd have to look into this kid more.

The lawyer stopped in front of him, crossing his arms and looking down his nose at Levi. His brow raised, and when he spoke, his voice was low and tinged with an edge. "Levi Ackerman, I'm Eren Jaeger. You're late, so let's hurry it along to my office, shall we?" With that, he turned on his heel and stalked back off the way he came, shooting an expectant glare over his shoulder.

"Tch." The singer shoved his thumbs into his front pockets and followed after the very attractive man, his body lax and moving at a leisurely pace. From the little interaction they'd had, Levi deduced that this brat probably had some anger issues. He'd only been a few minutes late, and it wasn't exactly like it was his fault, not that Eren was aware of that fact. He seemed to be making judgments about his character without knowing shit about him, and that ticked him off a little. Weren't lawyers supposed to learn all the facts before judging? Wasn't that the entire fucking point of the judicial system?

Eren held his office door open and gestured Levi inside, stepping in after him and shutting the door softly. He jutted his chin in the direction of a chair placed in front of his desk. "Please have a seat."

Doing as asked, Levi sat, deciding that it was pretty comfortable and had to be on the pricier end of the spectrum. He leaned back, resting his ankle casually over his knee and tossing his arm over the back of it. The lawyer eyed him, thinking that he looked every bit the poster boy for standoffish and possessing an easy confidence. He moved around his desk and sat in his leather swivel chair, gathering a notebook and a pen before flipping to a blank page.

"Let's get this over with and skip the pleasantries, kid. I've got shit to do and fucking no time to do it," Levi announced suddenly in the quiet room, checking the time on his phone. "Hopefully this isn't a waste of time," he muttered.

The younger man's eye twitched with irritation; he set his jaw and spoke sharply through clenched teeth. "I'm going to be very up front with you. We are going to do this consultation, because you're paying me for it and you've already taken up a valuable timeslot I could have used for something far more productive. Instead of wasting my time and kicking you the fuck out of my office for being an absolute asshole like I want to, I'm going to hear you out, and then you're going to leave. I'm not going to take your case."

Levi raised a brow and looked up at Eren with a scrutinizing expression, his nose wrinkling up. "You know, you are nothing like what they say in all those articles. Compassionate my fucking ass. Definitely not a saint, either." His tone was very conversational, but his slate eyes were cold and hardened like glass. "So this is a waste of my time," he sighed. "Fucking perfect. I'm going to murder Hange."

"Hard to have compassion for a prick with no consideration to other people's schedules," Eren shot back, and the smaller male gave him an appraising look. "So hurry the fuck up, I have more important cases and clients to take care of today."

"Shitty brat," Levi sucked his teeth, crossing his arms and cocking his head to the side. "I've got three charges I need Trost Police Department to drop. Two weren't my fault, and the other is a gross exaggeration. If word gets out about this, it'll affect my career and the people that I work with. I'd rather it not come to that, and prison life really doesn't suit me."

"Would you care to explain in more depth, Mr. Ackerman?" The words may have been professional, but the tone used was anything but polite. He had a sneer on his lips, and seemed to assume that Levi was surely guilty of said charges without knowing anything of the circumstances, and was only trying to buy his way out of a well-deserved sentence.

Keeping his expression blank came easy to him, and he spoke with a monotony that a serial killer would be envious of. "Driving while intoxicated, possession of narcotics, and public indecency," he held up his fingers as he listed them off, and when Eren gave him a questioning stare, he continued to elaborate. "I had a few drinks, decided to hook up with some drunken pretty boy, and got in the driver's seat. The plan was to take his ass to a hotel, fuck like animals, and then go home to shower until my skin rubbed off. Unfortunately, shit-for-brains was holding and decided my moving car was the perfect place to do a line. Let me fucking tell you, if I knew that this fucker was going to be holding anything more than my cock, I wouldn't have even let the shitstain in my car."

Eren's lips twitched fractionally, though he fought to keep his expression neutral. While this Levi character was brash and abrasive, and came off as an utter bastard, his manner of speaking was pretty... interesting, to say the least. Levi didn't come off as a guy who cracked jokes, but his brutally honest delivery combined with his deadpan expression made Eren want to break into a smile and laugh.

"I'm already planning on dropping this ballsack off somewhere and going home because I'm softer than a baby's ass and really not into drugs or fucking a guy high out of his mind, but pretty boy has other plans. He manages to get my dick out of my pants and I'm swerving all over the road even though I'm very not drunk. This gets me pulled over and taken in to the station."

"Okay, so," the lawyer starts, pausing as he finishes scrawling something in his notebook. "What brought about the charges being placed? Were you over the legal limit?"

Levi runs a hand back through his hair, displacing the strands and managing to look effortlessly attractive. "The officer took one look at me when I rolled the window down, saw my flaccid dick and a bag of coke in this guy's hand, and hauled me out of my window. The look on his face would have been priceless if he wasn't a raging homophobe." The raven-haired man gives a disgusted sneer, recalling the absolute revulsion and hate plastered all over Officer Grabby's face.

"What makes you think that?" Eren questions, his brows furrowing as he taps the pen against the wood of his desk.

"Take your pick: the aggressive and repeated use of the word 'faggot', the fact that I had done nothing but greeted him after rolling my window down and he thought it appropriate to remove me from my vehicle by force without reading me my Miranda rights, or they way he spit on me when he had me pinned on the ground in handcuffs and called me a 'disgusting cocksucker'." Levi studied the free edges of his nails casually, the hard edge to his voice and callous light in his eyes the only source of how livid the experience had truly left him.

"I... Wow, I can't wrap my head around that." The younger man leaned back, letting his pen fall onto his desk, and his expression took on a pensive shadow, his lips pulling down into a frown.

"I'm pretty sure Cokehead got it worse. He tried to run when I got cuffed, and earned a few good kicks to the ribcage." He went silent then, brooding on the entire experience. He had left these details out when explaining to Hange; Levi didn't really have a choice in that matter, or else Hange would be joining him in prison with a murder in her hands. When he had come out as bisexual all those years ago, she was his most hostile defender. This wasn't his first case of discrimination, and it surely wouldn't be the last, but a few had landed assholes in the hospital because when Hange flew into a rage, it was dangerous. He never wanted to get on her bad side. She was annoying and cheerful and sweet, until someone pushed the wrong button. Hange could strike fear into the hearts of tougher men than him.

After a few moments of a heavy, awkward silence, Levi broke it. "As for my BAC, I was a cool 0.02%. Wasn't even touching the legal limit. The possession charge was fucking retarded, because they tested me, and I came up clean as fuck. I wasn't even the fucktard holding the damn bag. I'm pretty sure they found even more on the actual cokehead, go figure, right?"

Eren hummed in response, swiveling slowly from left to right in his chair as he mulled everything over and processed the information. One thing stuck out to him, having been glossed over, and he focused his eyes on the man in front of him. "So, wait. Why did he bring out the narcotics and your, ah... member... at the same time? It seems like it would be pretty difficult to snort coke and suck something in tandem."

"That—" the singer started, but cut off abruptly and dropped his gaze. While avoiding looking at the lawyer, he muttered something under his breath. His porcelain cheeks flushed a pretty pastel pink, and his brows screwed up in what Eren thought to be embarrassment.

He was intrigued; this entire time, Levi had exactly no filter, saying whatever came into his head unedited. He seemed to lack any shame and possessed no shreds of decency, so what about this could have him actually appearing embarrassed.

"I'm sorry? I didn't quite catch that, Mr. Ackerman," he prompted, leaning forward more in his seat.

"Christ, kid," Levi groaned, dry washing his face before peeking over his fingertips towards the hot as fuck lawyer. "This shit is so much easier to say to your best friend who's seen you at your lowest while fucking buzzed and exhausted." He took a deep breath and released a long-suffering sigh, dropping his hands into his lap.

"Well?"

"...He wanted to do a line," the older man hedged, tensing his shoulders slightly.

"And?" Eren pressed, leaning so heavily forward that his chest rested against mahogany.

"Tch." Levi bared his teeth in a displeased scowl. "He wanted to do a line off of my fucking dick."

"Oh." The younger man blinked turquoise eyes slowly, sitting back as he replayed the words in his head. "Oh."

"I wasn't going to let him," he stressed at the odd look that Eren was giving him, like he was evaluating him in a new and unwanted light. "I have more fucking class than that, shitty brat."

"I knew that," the lawyer spit out defensively, a gorgeous blush decorating his tan cheeks. Damn, this fucking kid was hotter than should be legal. It was really too fucking bad that he had already refused to take his case, because he really wanted to secretly drool over this Greek Adonis of a lawyer.

Levi snapped his thoughts out of that direction, eyeing the picture of a pretty blonde woman with glacier blue bedroom eyes sitting on Eren's desk. "Is that your wife?"

Eren jerked like he'd been slapped at the sudden question, his eyes suddenly drawn to the frame that he'd forgotten was there. "Uh, girlfriend," he corrected. Levi frowned excessively before turning to the other picture frame, studying the three people featured. The man was clearly Dr. Grisha Jaeger, a stern expression on his bespectacled face, and the shorter, softer woman on his left Eren's mother. She was certainly beautiful, and Eren resembled her more so than he did his father, although neither of them had eyes quite like his. Grisha's were a muted hazel, and Carla had caramel-brown irises. The third figure in the picture was a girl; she looked about high school age, and she had the most vibrant red hair he'd ever seen. Her eyes held the closest relation to Eren's, fierce, bright green, lit up with a determined fire. Her shirt drew his attention; she was wearing No Name's first band shirt. A smirk curled his lips; this girl was probably the lawyer's little sister, and she was a fan of his.

He straightened up, turning his gaze back onto Eren. "Before I escort myself out, I propose a trade of information."

"Uh," Eren hesitated, giving Levi a suspicious once-over. "Explain?"

"It's purely because I'm fucking curious, but I doubt you'd answer my question without me telling you a secret of mine." The older man rolled his neck to loosen it up, giving him a moment to reject the notion or let his own curiosity get the better of him.

"...Fine. What do you want to ask?" Clearly, curiosity had won the war, though he didn't sound pleased by that fact.

"Your eyes. I saw a picture of you, and one of them was gold. Was that a contact?" The singer wasted no time, bluntly asking his burning question as he leaned slightly forward.

Eren blanched, cursing himself for wanting to know what Levi's secret could possibly be. "It's actually gold. I'm wearing a contact right now because I hate the attention and it's painfully sensitive to light."

"Shit, really? I thought it might be photoshop, but the dullness of your left eye made me reconsider that. Can I see?" Levi asked, his slate eyes laser-focused on Eren's teal ones.

"What part of 'I hate the attention' did you not understand? Or do you just not give a shit?" Eren grumbled, frowning in an almost pouty manner.

"The latter, obviously. Now show me," the singer didn't even miss a beat, snapping his fingers for the brunet to hurry the hell up.

"Fuck no, tell me your secret first. That was the deal," the lawyer stated diplomatically, shooting Levi a dirty and accusing look.

"Fucking brat," he grumbled. "Your cutie little sister there?" He pointed at the picture for emphasis. "I'm the man on her shirt."

Eren blinked, before widening his eyes and dropping his jaw. He snatched up the picture frame, studying Isabel's shirt, before comparing it to the man sitting in front of him. There were clear differences, obviously; L was blindfolded and most of his features were obscured, but there were also uncanny similarities. Apart from the commanding, sultry slate bedroom eyes and thin black brows, they shared those same sexy pouty lips, porcelain skin that seemed to lack flaws, and possessed a delicate femininity while still maintaining a masculine aura; the epitome of androgyny the whole band strived for. Their slight, slender frames were identical, as were their compact muscular builds. Eren wasn't sure how tall L was, but he knew that he was shorter in stature from how much Isabel went on about him, and Levi fit the bill there. The most telling feature was his hair: inky black locks falling into his face, parted off-center towards the right, and a well-maintained undercut. This wasn't just some regular rich asshole that came into his offices on the daily, this was fucking L from No Name, bonafied androgynous sex god with a jawline that could cut you. He had L sitting in his office. This aesthetically pleasing man was a famous fucking singer.

Isabel is so not going to fucking believe me.

"Holy shit," he breathed out, still in shock. "No fucking way."

"Fucking way, kid." Levi smirked at the reaction he'd gotten out of Eren; clearly his sister wasn't the only fan in the Jaeger family. His phone chirped, and his smirk dropped as an irritated growl rumbled in his throat. He pulled it out of his pocket to see that Eyebrows had shot him an angry text message wondering where the hell he was. He quickly sent a reply of 'retract your panties out of your asscrack, I'm on my way, I got caught up.' With a sigh, he pocketed it. "Hate to cut this short, brat, but I've got to go back to the studio. My manager can't stop riding my fucking ass. I'll have a check dropped off for the consultation."

As he went to stand, Eren shot up and gripped onto his wrist to stop him. "Wait." Levi gave him a withering look, but he stubbornly refused to let the other man go. "You're an ass, and I don't want to work with you. But... If you were somehow to get some tickets to your next concert for my sister Izzy, I might be more willing negotiate taking on your case."

Levi's eyes narrowed into slits as he regarded the lawyer hanging onto his arm. His tone was absolutely drenched in disbelief. "Are you... are you fucking blackmailing me into bribing you?"

"That depends... is it working? Because if so..." he trailed off, a shit-eating grin overtaking his features and making his face look surprisingly boyish and deviously sexy at the same time.

"...what kind of lawyer are you?"

"The kind that's going to save your ass if you play your cards right."

The impish light in his eyes drew a little half-smirk to his lips, and he chuckled dryly. "Shit, kid. You've got my hands tied. I'll even go so far as to get VIP tickets for you and your sister. If..." He trailed off, waiting for Eren to take the bait and make an impatient noise. "If you show me your eye right now."

"You're an asshole, you know that?" Eren groused, letting go of his arm to pry his contact out of his eye.

"The asshole that's scoring you free VIP tickets. Now quit your bitching," Levi huffed, his eyes never leaving Eren's face.

As the contact came out and the brunet blinked to clear his vision, Levi's eyes widened and he leaned closer. The contrast was so striking and gorgeous; the gold stood out against his caramel skin, and the long black lashes framing his lids made the molten amber all the more vibrant.

"Not bad," he muttered to himself, grey irises flicking back and forth between that impossible swirl of greens and blues to the gilded eye.

Eren flushed at the comment, too used to being called repulsive and ugly because of his heterochromia. "Thanks," he said hesitantly, slipping the contact back in.

While he was preoccupied with that, Levi snapped out of his daze and stepped over to the desk, picking up the pen to jot his number down on the open notebook. "Get ahold of me when we can schedule another appointment. I'll bring the tickets then. And I'm going to tell the same thing to you that I did to Hange." He spun on his heel and faced the younger man, his expression severe. "If you even dare to breathe a words of this situation of mine to my manager Erwin, on the off chance that you two should meet, I will end you before he can end me. Until this shitshow is in the past and charges are dropped, he's to be kept in the dark. Got it, kid?"

Eren sneered, baring his teeth and seeming entirely unruffled by the threat of bodily harm. "Got it, old man."

"...Shitty brat," he huffed, rolling his eyes. Secretly, he was pleased that Eren could dish out whatever he was served. It made for a more interesting conversation, and he hated people that couldn't take a few barbs.

A damn shame the lawyer was straight, because he'd have already talked himself into his pants. He exited the office without so much of a goodbye, trying to ignore the buzzing of his phone. The receptionist called out a cheery goodbye to him, and he raised his hand up in a half-assed wave, striding out of the main entrance. Once he was situated in his car, he heaved the biggest sigh of his life, and braced himself for the onslaught of an angry Erwin tearing him a new asshole while he lied on the fly about where he was.

Back in his office, Eren was staring down at his notebook, eyes trailing over the digits written there. Levi had come in and ellicited such an array of emotions in just a single hour that he had whiplash. Even though he was so abrasive and brash, Eren found himself enjoying the man's manner of speech and abrupt sense of humor. In his expertise, this case would be a no brainer; it would be easy for him to get the charges dropped, what with all the circumstancial evidence, and the fact that there was sure to be evidence of the officer exercising unlawful force in the form of the cruiser's dash cam.

He took out his cellphone and saved the number under Shortstack Asshole, before shooting him a text. 'I propose we threaten a lawsuit; let's discuss during out next meeting. Does Thursday evening work for you?'

He waited for a response, and after a few minutes went by, his phone vibrated. 'Make it 8pm and I'll be there.'

With that decided, Eren settled back in his chair, closing the notebook and slipping it into a desk drawer. His office phone buzzed, and Historia's voice came through, stating that his next appointment had arrived. He cracked his knuckles, ready to get the day over with. He found himself looking forward to Thursday night, even though not even an hour before he was completely against this case.

He dismissed the thought as a knock sounded at his door, and he called out for them to enter.