I fiiiinally got to work on a sequel to our wonderful office!AU

yuuutsu-heichou asked: Oh my god! I would love it if you continued the boss!Levi AU, it's adorable!

I have a few plans for the sequel, but I'd like it if you guys told me what you expect for it, so maybe I can use a few ideas and make something nice for everyone!

Also, please, do tell me other side ships you'd like to see in here, or in other stories to come! I reeeeaally don't know which ones to pick (besides rivamika and springles haha)

Office!AU: Devil Of A Boss, Cancelled Plans

The Baby: Silence, Assurances, Truth

Reviews will probably be answered this Saturday when I'm free, but I always read them when I get the e-mail and I cherish every single one!

Enjoy! xx

VI: Office!AU: Cancelled Plans

The coffee is still heavenly hot when he sips it and was prepared just the way he liked. Though the man would rather have black tea over coffee, the local café doesn't sell it, and if Levi wants to have a productive day at work he will have to abide and accept whatever can be given to him.

His hand moves over the page, his favorite metallic pen held in his fingers, the ballpoint tip strokes the stark white surface and leaves a trail of words written in dark blue ink. His handwriting is one messy scrawl, but he still manages to make it somewhat elegant with the way he angles each letter; however, it has always been, despite the slight sloppiness, legible, but if one doesn't understand it, he won't explain. Let them figure it out, he thinks whenever one person frowns their forehead at the paper; he wasn't hired to decipher his own handwriting to other people.

Mikasa enters his office for the first time that day, more reports to read and documents to sign placed in the crook of her elbow, and she walks the distance to his desk, composed and completely professional.

"Wearing pants for once, Ackerman?" He doesn't lift his head, and she frowns at him before tilting her head down to look at her tailored, navy blue item in question.

Thanks to their early-spring hectic schedule, she hasn't found much time to stop working so she could do her laundry and clean her apartment, the pile of dirty clothes getting bigger and bigger after a couple of days. Mikasa has already run out of pencil skirts, only a few dresses remain clean, and she is glad she has enough dress shirts to survive at least another week. The pants she usually wears on much colder days when thick pantyhose don't provide enough warmth had to be dug out from the back of her closet to replace her skirts.

The adjutant wasn't about to let her boss know of all of that. "I don't want to go through the same scenario from yesterday again."

She shuffles the papers in her hands; Levi puts away one finished document and starts on the next one without missing a beat. "You say it as if it wasn't enjoyable."

Her lips pressed together in one firm line, dark grey eyes glaring holes into the crown of his head. Of course he would bring it up, he always did, and she had completely forgotten he would remember the things they did in the dark, and not the blackout itself. "It was unprofessional of us," Mikasa decides to say finally after swallowing hundreds of attempts and half assed explanations. "It shouldn't happen again."

"It shouldn't," her boss finally looks up then, leaves the golden pen forgotten on the dark tabletop as he leans back into his leather seat, "or it can't?"

Her pink mouth hangs agape for a brief moment, then she seems to come back to her senses and quickly shuts it, lips pressing onto the other again and teeth gritting behind them. Well groomed eyebrows draw down angrily, and she almost, almost, scowls at him. Her glare is still at one hundred percent, though. "I'm not gracing you with an answer."

Levi makes a sound in the back of his throat and leans towards his desk when she delicately puts the new pile of paperwork next to the unfinished stack. "I wasn't expecting one in the first place," then he's back to work, words being scribbled down at top speed and name being signed where it is required. "Tell Jaeger to drop by and give me the damn file that was due last year." He can imagine her nodding as she prepares to exit the room. "And Ackerman."

She stops in the middle of the room, "Sir?"

"Get me another cup of coffee."

The woman turns around to take a glimpse at the paper cup on his desk. "It's half full, sir."

He scoffs, puts one document away and reaches for the next one. "Well, it's half empty to me."

Now she does scowl at him, her hands fisting by her sides, she whirls around quickly and stalks back to the door whilst muttering darkly under her breath. "Goddamn son of a..."

"What did you just say?"

"You goddamn son of a bitch," Mikasa repeats aloud, throws him a smirk when he lifts his head to glare at her, then softly clicks the door behind her back as she leaves.

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She is back again not too long after, and just in time to replace his empty cup of coffee. Mikasa studies the empty paper cup warily, it feels almost weightless in her hand, and wonders if he drank it all quickly just so he could put her under the wrong light. Yes, she concludes, and she should have expected him to do it, for he absolutely loves to get on her nerves, and sometimes she wonders if he's trying to drag her back to hell with him.

The woman is as amusing as she is irritating, and Levi can't decide he likes or hates her, though it's highly unlikely that it's the latter (if that was the case they wouldn't have kissed yesterday, or fucked on his desk, or on last year's party, and so on)but she does tick him off more frequently than she gets on his bright side. And maybe that is the reason why he bosses her around, so he can see that fiery side of hers that is hidden under social clothes, carefully chosen words and piles of paperwork.

They both grew used to each other after the first tense initial weeks of working together, a time when she threatened to end his life and he did what he does just so he could drive her away. It wasn't until later that he found out that her adorable adoptive brother and their childhood friend talked her out of going straight to Erwin's office and demanding that she have her old job back. Levi, of course, gave them more work than one normal human could handle, but they had surprised him, the blonde especially, and presented it all just in time.

Except for that one document Jaeger was supposed to turn in, but didn't.

Levi regards the brand new stack delivered earlier that morning as if it held the answers to all imaginable problems, and smirk as he dots the "I" in his name. Maybe she will have to pay for Jaeger's incompetency. "Ackerman."

Mikasa has her back turned to him, busy with filing away all the signed paperwork, and replies without turning around. "Yes, sir?"

"What do you have scheduled for this Friday night?"

There is silence on her part as she flips through the documents to find the one that belongs in the open drawer. "Eren's birthday party, sir."

He hums absentmindedly and signs another report; yes, just as expected. "Very well," he puts down his golden pen and backs the chair away from the desk so he can stand, paper cup in his left hand and jacket dangling from his right fingers. "Cancel that."

"What!?" She nearly screeches, whirling around and almost dropping the things in her hand, black hair fanning about her head and settling down in a slight messy way.

He takes a sip from his drink, calmly, and cocks his head towards the stack of paper on the desktop. "There's no way we'll finish it all in time." He says it as if she's dense, and her mouth is hanging open again as he approaches her. "My place, this Friday, 8 p.m. I'll cook."

This time he can see her gritted teeth through the gap between her parted lips, her cheeks are flushed red and again she is wearing that scowl that he adores to see. Mikasa unceremoniously throws the documents away and slashes her hand at the air, hitting his paper cup and purposefully sending it flying across the room, leaving a trail of dark liquid in its wake. Then, as he turns his pissed off gaze in her direction, her forehead bumps painfully onto his, their noses are pressed together and he can feel her hot breath fanning over his lips. She pulls away quickly after, upturned hands fly into the air as if she can summon her life force and strike him with it, and one enraged and exasperated cry escapes her mouth, then she speed walks away, the door slamming loudly behind her retreating form.

Levi eyes the forgotten paperwork and the dark stains left on his carpet, and thankfully all documents managed to stay dry and intact. "Oh yes," he says to the air, arms slipping through the sleeves of his jacket, hands working on the buttons and then tugging at the collar. "I am a goddamn son of a bitch indeed." He smirks as he checks his wristwatch and leaves his office knowing that she will be there.