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Reader x Levi - AU!Date Gone Wrong?

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Reader x Levi – Date Gone Wrong?

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(New short cuts – (C/n) = City name; (Co/n) = College name (location of story takes place near college))






“I think that you guys would really hit it off, (F/n). He’s funny when he wants to be, he’s always neat, pretty handsome, and he’s actually looking for a girlfriend too. But don’t worry, he’s not a creeper like the other guy. I promise. We’re actually really good friends through work.”

         You bite your lower lip. “I don’t know, Hanji. What’s wrong with being single?”

         “Uh, you’ve been single how long now?”

         “Like… only a year or so…”

         Hanji clears her throat.

         “Maybe a year and a half.”

         She coughs now.

         “Two years?”

         A sneeze erupts from Hanji.

         “FINE. THREE LONG YEARS. HAPPY?”

         “Seeeee? I’ll call him up and tell him and give him your number. Alright?”

         You grumble but nod.




You look at yourself in the mirror and admire the way the dress looks on you. The black material is flattering for your figure and the cut of the dress accentuates all your best assets. Earlier you decided that there was no need for a necklace or earrings but perhaps a little bling around your wrist.

         Hanji pops her head around the door to your room. “Hey, you ready? The limo’s here to pick you up.”

         “Limo?”

         She nods.

         “Just so we’re clear, I was not told the location of the date, or the name of the person I am meeting. I had no information about this limousine coming to pick me up, nor why I had to dress up in this attire. Why?”

         Hanji shrugs. “That’s how he wanted it. Oh, I guess I forgot to mention his name then. Levi Ackerman of Survey Corps Tech and Finances. You know? The VP of the place?” She leaves it on that note and walks away.

         “What the-”

         “LIMO, (F/N). DON’T BE LATE.”

         “Right! Thanks.”

         You run downstairs and outside. There indeed is a sleek black limo waiting for you in front of your house. A man dressed in all black opens the door for you.

         “Miss (L/n). Mr. Ackerman will be waiting for you at his home. He apologizes that he could not ride with you; he had business to attend to and might run a little late. I hope that is alright.”

         Your eyes nearly pop out of your head. “Oh of course.” You go inside. “Thank you.”

         The driver smiles. “And help yourself to any drink you may like. Complimentary of Mr. Ackerman.” He shuts the door and goes around to the driver’s seat. The car starts and the two of you are off.

         You marvel at the massive selection of alcohol, but you don’t take anything. You were, after all, headed to dinner. What good would it do to get drunk on the way there?

         After about ten minutes, you notice the car slows down. Traffic. Wonderful.  

         Another fifteen minutes pass and you notice that you are running late. You decide to ask the driver what was wrong with traffic. You knock on the separating window and then slide it away.

         “Is everything to your liking, Miss?”

         “Oh, yes, thank you. I was just wondering what’s wrong with the traffic? I know it’s usually terrible around this time of day, but I fear that we’ll be late. Do you think Levi would mind?”

         “Mr. Ackerman is aware of the traffic, Miss. Do not worry. I’ll leave you be now then.”

         He is about to slide the door closed, but you stop him. “I’m actually a bit lonely here. Mind holding a conversation with me? I’ve got terrible nerves about this date. Do you think you could give me some advice about tonight?” You swallow. “Oh, right, and I didn’t catch your name.”

         The driver’s face softens. “Just be yourself, Miss. Mr. Ackerman appreciates honesty and kindness. So far you’ve been the only one to ever ask me my name. It’s Marco, by the way.”

         “Well, nice to meet you, Marco. I don’t want to pry too much, but how many other girls have sat in my spot before me?”

         Marco trills his fingers a few times. “If I remember correctly, seventeen?”

         “Oh… that’s not intimidating. Hey, so tell me about yourself. I want to think of everything else but the future of this night.”

         “Well, it’s my last year at college here, Miss. Um.. I’ve got a date with my boyfriend tonight. And well, I miss my dogs at home.”

         “Ooh a date? Is it something special?”

         You see Marco blushing in the mirror. “Yes Miss. One-year anniversary.”

         “Aww. That’s nice. I hope you have a good time.”

         “Thank you. And on that note, we’re here, Miss.”

         The vehicle comes to a stop and the door to your right opens. “Good luck, Miss (L/n).” He gives you a thumbs up as the front doors of the mansion are opened by a lady.

         “Welcome. Miss (F/n) I presume?”

         You nod. “Yes, thank you.”

         “Mr. Ackerman is already waiting for you at the table. If you will follow me, please.” She is very pretty and very thin. Every step she takes, her hair sways and her butt jiggles.

         Taking a deep breath, you follow into the house and eventually, upstairs. The room opens up and above you there is a large chandelier. In the middle of the room is a giant table, Levi being seated at the end of one and a silverware set prepared all the way across form him. The lady leaves and you are left alone with him.

         “Hi. Levi? I’m (F/n) (L/n) – Hanji’s friend.”

         He pays no attention to you.

         What the…?

         “If it’s a bad time… I can go.”

         He jumps to life, not expecting your words. “Hello. Yes, (F/n).” He stands and pockets his phone. Levi then goes around the table to pull out your chair for you. You sit, he pushes the seat in, and then returns to his place.

         “So you are the infamous (F/n). Shitty Glasses has told me a lot about you, but I want to hear everything from you. Tell me about yourself.”

         Shitty Glasses must be Hanji. What an interesting nickname.

         “Well… I was born and raising in (C/n) but then moved here to attend (Co/n) and decided to start law school afterwards…”

         It wasn’t long before you became very annoyed with the long distant conversation with Levi, who was probably about fifteen feet of granite away from you. He begins to speak, but you stop him. “One moment, if you will.”

         With that, you stand up and drag your place mat all the way around the table and sit to the right of Levi. “Good, I can actually hear you now. Continue, please.”

         At first, Levi looks stunned. Then he picks up the story again.

         He begins to tell you about his life when a butler (heheh not sebbychan) comes around with the wine.

         “The Cabernet you order, sir.” He pours a little for you in your glass. You sip the drink and a world of flavor explodes in your mouth.

         “It’s brilliant, thank you.”

         As the butler pours more in your glass, the bottle slips from his hands and lands all over your dress! He apologizes profusely and offers you a napkin with which to wipe yourself with.

         At first, you are enraged. How dare he ruin your evening with Levi? And how stupid you must look now with the wine all over you! After a moment, you calm down. It was an accident. He was most likely shaking from fear of Levi. Such a powerful man like him could crush the smallest of people into oblivion.

         You wave your hand and even chuckle. Time to make the most of the situation, you suppose. “I guess the wine’s on me then, no? Please, do not worry about it. My sister bought me this dress and I promised her I’d wear it at least once.” You turn to Levi. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment.”

         You leave the table. Well he seems oddly calm after his date just had a bottle of wine dropped on her. In the restroom down the hall, you look at the damage. Oddly enough, the fabric of the dress had absorbed most of the win, leaving a faint difference in colour. It is dark enough in the dining halls to not even notice the stain. What luck!

         After washing the sticky wine from your hands, you return to the table. You see Levi speaking with the butler. Upon meeting gazes with you, Levi waves his hand to dismiss the waiter.

         You take you seat. “I hope he’s not in too much trouble. It’s not a problem at all, really.”

         Levi nods without saying anything more.

         The two of you speak more and after a while, you start to open up to him a little more. You were reluctant at first to tell him everything about your life because, well, he was a multi-billionaire and possibly even gazionaire.

         The main courses come around after about four different appetizers. The food is delicious, but you don’t dare eat like it is the last day on earth. A man with such class wouldn’t want someone who acted like a pig fattening up for slaughter.

         At one point, he cracks a crude joke about Hanji while you were taking a sip of wine, causing the liquid to come out of your nose. You can’t help but laugh and end up snorting. You cover your mouth in embarrassment but Levi starts laughing to no end.

         All of a sudden, he changes. It’s almost as if he lets the rich and snobby act drop. “My fuck you’re not like anyone else who’s walked in through those doors. The last fucking brat was so uptight that anything shoved up her ass would just be absorbed into her liposucked body.”

         This is just the tip of the iceberg. “Wait, are you even allowed to say that about her?”

         “Fuck yes. Miss Petra Rhal the bitch has nothing to fight me with. Even her preceder was a slut. What was her name again? Nana-something. Hell do I know. She looked like someone’s grandmother if you ask me.”

         Your jaw almost disconnects from your skull. He dated two of the most famous celebrities in the country! And he called both of them bitches. You better not get on his bad side. “If you don’t mind me asking, why are you looking to date? With your wealth I’m sure you could just buy anything you’d like.”

         This seems to hit a sore note with him. But then he smiles slightly. “Before my boss, Erwin, and I basically founded our company, we were in the army. Hanji was there too. We don’t like to talk about it too much though. All the deaths only showed how precious life is and… life is short. As fucking cliché as it sounds, I wasn’t to love someone and them to love me. Me, not my money. And right now, you’re about the only person who has actually shown those qualities.”

         You give him your best smile. He wasn’t too bad of a guy.





The night winds down and soon it is time for you to go home. “Well thank you for the nice night, Levi. I had fun.”

         “I hope to see you again, (F/n). You aren’t like the other fucks I’ve tried to have dinner with.”

         You smile and leave for the limo waiting to taking you home.

         Levi watches as the car drives away. The butler from that evening stands by his side. “She’s a keeper.”

         “Yes, I think so too. Hey, good job today with the wine spilling. She passed that test with flying colours."
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I was looking for this one for an hour straight, and I'm talking scrolling through 4 to 6 fanfictions a second. Worth it