A Moment Interrupted. (anonymous)

Petra smiled as Levi's lips came crashing down onto hers. It was their first time alone in weeks, and it was so nice to get a kiss from him. One of his hands tangled into her hair as the other wandered up her shirt as he pinned her against the wall.

As he lips wandered down her neck, peppering the skin with small kisses and bites, a sigh passed over her lips. Her golden eyes drifted shut and she tangled her fingers tightly in his hair. As his lips ran along her collarbone, he began unbuttoning her shirt. Levi's breath was hot against her skin. He began to make his way down her chest as he slowly slid off her shirt.

Two solid knocks on the door tore them apart quickly. Petra fixed her hair and fumbled with the buttons of her shirt as Levi spoke. "Come in." He cleared his throat once as Erwin stepped in.

Shit.

His blue eyes looked at the two and took in everything: Their swollen lips, disheveled hair, how Petra was doing her best to conceal that her shirt was partially unbuttoned.

Luckily for them, he was never a man to intrude on business that wasn't his own. "I need to meet with you in private, Levi," he said. The smaller man nodded. At that, Erwin briskly walked out of the room, closing the door behind himself.

Petra was blushing like crazy. "I guess you should go see what's going on, Captain." Levi nodded and kissed her once before slipping out of the room.

Sickness. (deatheaterinamerica)

Levi hated being sick more than anything. He hated how his muscles felt fatigued, how his head throbbed with a dull ache, how he felt like he never had enough blankets covering him. It was completely miserable. Humanity's strongest didn't get sick- Except, of course, when he did.

Petra was there for him when the illness took over. It all felt rather silly to him, the brave soldier playing housewife to her Captain. She wouldn't take "go away" as a command, though, no matter how sternly he gave it. There was no way he could take care of himself and she wasn't going to just abandon him.

With those words hovering between them, she came to his room at least six times a day: Three times with food, the other three just for company and to check in. Sometimes Hanji accompanied her, forcing some strange liquid or other down the reluctant man's throat, claiming that he would "feel better soon, I promise." He would just tell her to screw off and she would leave, and he would feel better an hour after she left.

Petra was gentle with him. She didn't poke fun at him being sick like some others did. She didn't mock him or anything. She was just kind and motherly and oh, so beautiful. The food she usually brought him was simple and warm, something to break the fever (as Hanji had ordered). The strawberry-blonde usually fed him with a spoon despite his protests. There was no point in letting him overexert himself. He would never heal that way.

The Captain smiled ever so slightly at her one day through his sleepy fog. "Thank you," he said.

Blushing, she smiled a little and set the bowl on the night stand. "You're welcome, Captain." He didn't say anything else. Instead, he moved his hand so it was over hers. It was a simple gesture, but it meant so much to her.

It was probably just the illness acting up, though.

Slave AU. (anonymous)

(Eek! Okay, hm… This, I guess, takes place when Levi is a thug and yeah. I almost said more. Just read it.)

She was beautiful and his stomach churned at the thought of all the horrible things her "master" probably forced her into. Sure, Levi had been loosely involved in the sex slave ring of the Wall Sina underground, but never directly. It disgusted him but he never felt strongly about it.

Until then, at least. He was at the home of one of his… business associates when he saw her. She had long, strawberry blonde hair. She was small- shorter than him and very petite- but there was some fire in her golden eyes, something that told him "I will get out of here one day." It wasn't a plea for help. It was merely a fact. She didn't need help. She was a strong young woman, he could tell.

"What's her name?" Levi asked one day over coffee with Mark. He had seen her a few times over the past few weeks, and it was bothering him that he didn't know.

The man smiled. It was a sick, perverse smile. "Petra. She's a beauty, isn't she?"

He nodded, leaving it at that.

A few more weeks passed. Levi saw her once or twice. Every now and then he would notice she acted slightly more withdrawn, more distant from the world. He assumed that's what happened to someone in her horrible position.

He came with a plan to get her out.

As he saw her slip up the stairs, he excused himself to the bathroom he knew was there. "Petra," he said simply.

She turned and looked at him. "Yes?" There was no "sir," no formalities like the others. She was certainly something.

His grey gaze wandered down the stairs before going back to Petra. "I'm getting you out of here." As soon as the words left his mouth, her eyes lit up.

"How?"

Levi lifted up his cloak. Luckily it was cold even inside so he had no reason to take it off. His 3D Maneuver Gear was hidden underneath. "Shall we?"
She smiled. It was the first time he had seen her smile. It was breathtaking. Checking the stairs once more, he led her to the window. "Do you trust me?" he asked as he opened it.

"What's your name?" She watched as he stood in the window frame, holding his hand out to her.

"Levi."

She nodded and took his hand. "I do."

Mafia AU. (anonymous)

(Oh my god I love this. It's very inspired by Baccano!, by the way. Mainly a particular fight involving Firo.)

"Hey, pretty lady!" One of the lewd men called from the other side of the alley.

"Why don't you abandon that kid and come have some fun with us?" There were three men total, all making suggestive noises and comments at Petra as she passed by with Levi. The couple was wearing their suits, walking around and monitoring the boundary of their family's turf. These punks were out of line.

Levi stopped walking, and Petra followed suit. "Want to say those things again, pals?" he asked as he walked over to him. Petra reached into her pocket and took out a pocket knife as he spoke. She flicked it open with a playful smirk.

One of the men- clearly the leader of the ragtag gang- laughed. "Look! The little boy wants to dance to protect his gal."

Levi's eyes narrowed. "Do you know who I am? I'm Levi Rivaille of the Russo family." He took the knife Petra offered. "And you guys are on our turf. I tried to ignore it, but I don't appreciate you talking shit to my woman. Now, why don't you gentlemen try proving what kind of men you are?"

At a nod from their leader, one of them ran at Levi with a knife. He quickly side-stepped and kneed him in the gut before bringing his elbow down sharply on his back. The man fell to the ground. Another ran at him immediately after his friend fell. The dark-haired man tossed his knife into the air and grabbed his assailant's wrist. In one swift motion he snapped his arm. He shoved the man towards Petra, who hit his nose once in a way that knocked him unconscious.

Levi smirked and caught the knife by the handle as if fell back from the air. "Now, you're the only one left. Why don't you get off our turf and I'll let you go. What say you?"

The man was trembling visibly in fear. He just stood there, completely paralyzed. When Levi stepped towards him, however, he broke into a run.
Levi pressed a kiss to Petra's lips as she pocketed the knife.

"What do you say we go hit a speakeasy?" She asked with a smile. "A drink or two couldn't hurt after that brawl."

Heights. (deatheaterinamerica)

"Are you coming?" Levi asked. He sounded dismissively impatient, like he usually did when he had to wait a second longer than he wanted to.

The strawberry-blonde cast him an apologetic smile as she walked out of her room. "I'm sorry," she began. "I wanted to take off my gear. You've already done it." The two walked up a lot of stairs. They were both in their regular shirt and pants, the belts of the 3D Gear having been removed earlier. It was nice and comfortable feeling free.

The Captain opened the door for her as they reached the top of the stairs. "Thank you," she smiled as she stepped outside. "Wow." The word was all she could muster. They were within Wall Sina. They were on top of the tallest building there. She could see around for miles. It was beautiful.

He stood next to Petra, watching her awestruck expression with amusement. "It puts the top of our castle to shame, doesn't it?"

She nodded, too amazed to speak. She had never been so high above the ground before. It was breathtaking, even more so since she was with him.