AttackonTitan:Dance for Me [AU] Levi x Tall!Reader

Attack on Titan (Shingeki no Kyojin)

[AU] Levi x Tall!Reader

Dance For Me

As much as you get admired for it, you hated being tall. There were so many things that get in your way, and sometimes, those things were people. People like Annie, and oh, for the love of Maria, Christa. That girl had been bowled over by your determined gait so many times that Ymir threatened to saw off your legs and stick them on top of your head.

It was tough for your five-foot-ten frame to be missed whenever you walked up and down the halls of Trost Academy of the Arts. Despite others’ staring being an everyday occurrence, you could never get used to it. As you sat quietly in your art history class in room 104, someone tapped you on the shoulder. You turned to the side and smiled. It was your friend, Jean. He was like a little brother to you...a boasting, arrogant little brother, but you loved him all the same. His friend Marco was much sweeter and kinder; a lighter and softer version of his companion.

“What were you thinking so hard about, granny?” Jean asked. Although you got along with people younger than you and felt more at ease talking with them, you were just breaking into your twenties. Specifically, you were turning twenty-two soon and dreading it. That would make you the oldest in your class and closest to graduation.

You smacked Jean on the back of the head, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Just about how I’m a walking accident waiting to happen,” you quipped. Marco took his seat next to you, giving you a reassuring smile as he pat you on the shoulder.

“Don’t get so hung up about that. You’re more graceful than you think,” he complimented.

You beamed at him, wrapping an arm around him. “Aw, you’re a sweet guy, Marco. You like older gals?”

The freckled boy chuckled, a light blush blooming in his cheeks. It was Jean’s turn to smack you as he disapproved of your flirtatious advances towards Marco.

“Cradle-robber,” he huffed.

“Relax, relax!” you urged. A bashful smile tugs at your lips. “...I’m not single, anyway.”

After a few more minutes chatting with your friends, class started. Mr. Bossard’s animated chatter about his favorite artist and how most of you in the class are rookies and will never amount to his level of talent was amusing to listen to. Especially when you knew the artist personally.

A particular favorite moment of the class was when Eren, the one kid who asked too many questions,challenged Mr. Bossard’s statement by calling the artist in question a hack. Your classmates guffawed and giggled as he and the teacher went back and forth. You slammed your knee at least five times while trying hard not to collapse laughing.

A chirping ring from your front pocket interrupted the fun.

Everyone looked at the back row, glancing expectantly between you and Mr. Bossard. He had a particular rule about cellphones in the classroom: if it rang or buzzed, you danced to whatever tune he put on for fifteen seconds. “Fifteen seconds of fame,” he dubbed it. The blonde teacher stopped his bickering with Eren and turned his attention on you, almost yelling your last name as you struggled to shut off your phone.

“First, Jaeger’s spouting bullcrap, then you’re interrupting the class with your phone!” he ranted, walking over to his computer. “But since you’re usually a good kid, I’ll let you pick. Come on, come on, you two.”

“What? I have to go, too?” Eren blurted, flabbergasted.   

Your cheeks burned as you left your seat for the front of the classroom, Jean chortling silently and Marco sending you his sympathy. You joined Mr. Bossard at his computer, looking at the playlist titled “Embarrassment Central”. You sent an incredulous look at Mr. Bossard who just looked too smug for his own good. It was chock full of songs you knew would be best to listen to in private.

There was only one song on there you knew and boy, was it really living up to the name of the playlist. You told Mr. Bossard the song and he grinned evilly.

“What song did you pick?” Eren asked, blue eyes a bit apprehensive.

“I’m sorry, Eren. You can punch me in the face to earn back your manliness after this,” you simply answer, positioning yourself directly in the eyes of your waiting classmates.

“Fifteen seconds of fame starts...now,” the evil blonde at the computer said, skipping to the juicy part of the song you chose.

The speakers blared the once-popular song and Eren looked positively mortified.

“Just dance in a circle so we won’t be up here forever,” you ordered as you moved your shoulders and hips to the female vocalist singing of her supposedly attractive feminine curves. Eren did what you said, face as bright as the sun. The classroom erupted in more laughter and when the fifteen seconds was over, you rubbed Eren on the shoulder. Poor guy probably won’t ever speak to you again.

“Guys, I gotta go,” you said, jabbing a finger at Marco. “And it’s ‘my lovely lady lumps,’ not ‘lovely lady humps!’ If you’re gonna tease me, do it right!”

You left the lounge area, heading for the exit to the stairs since you couldn’t waste time waiting for the elevator. Once you cleared the stairs, you began to jog. Your boyfriend didn’t tolerate tardiness, especially when he took time from his day to pick you up from class. For once you were grateful for your long legs because of the great distance they were able to travel.

You made it to the parking lot, slowing your jog down into a determined stride as you cleared another set of stairs—

Someone bounces off of your lanky body.

Oh, for the love of Maria, Rose, and Sina!

You glance down and see a new victim of your accident-prone self.

“Uh-oh.”

He recovers quickly, thankfully. The benefits of being small and agile as him continuously made you jealous. He sucked his teeth at the mild inconvenience that’s your height and grabs your wrist, marching the rest of the way to his car.

Once you’re both in the car, Levi looked up at you with scrutinizing stone-grey eyes.

“You’re late, long legs,” he said, backing up out of the parking space he’d been in for twenty extra minutes he’d never get back.

“Sorry! I got caught up talking with the boys,” you replied, laughing out of nervous habit. The man scoffed, keeping his eyes on the road.

“I called you earlier,” he informed you, after a few minutes of mutual silence. “You hung up on me, so I assumed that you were taking a shit or something.”

You raised a brow at that. Levi and his toilet humor.

“Your fascination with excrement astonishes me, you know that?” you joked, tapping him on the thigh with your finger.

He smirked. “What can I say? It’s a part of my charm.” He laid a hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly. You grinned at the contact, then recalled something. You slapped his hand off.

“Your call got me in trouble!” you exclaimed.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, me and Eren had to dance in front of the whole classroom!”

The dark-haired man wore a quizzical look on his face this time. “You and that Jaeger kid? That’s something I’ve got to see.”

“Jean recorded it and sent it to me. I’ll show you when we get home.”

Levi knew Eren through your constant stories about him and how he hated the former’s artwork. His hatred most likely stemmed from jealousy, though, so you felt no need to correct him. If you did, you were afraid that Mikasa (his adoptive sister/bodyguard), would stab you with your own words.

“Mr. Bossard was talking about you again,” you told the artist, when you were walking into your shared apartment. “He loves your first piece!”

Levi shrugged off his jacket and put it on the coat rack near the door. He took yours off and did the same. He sucked his teeth. “It wasn’t that special.”

You frowned, hating that this man was his own worst critic. “I liked it. You have a real talent for expression, Levi. In your own way.”

He paused, turning away from the coat rack to look at you. He walked up to you, looping his arms around your waist. You bent down a bit and he stood on his toes to peck you lightly on the lips.

“...Thanks,” he said, heading over to the couch to sit down. “Now, how’s about showing me that video?”

You pulled out your phone and joined Levi, resting your head on his shoulder while showing him the embarrassing video. He made a lewd comment about your awkward dancing and you hit him lightly on the chest, blushing. Suddenly, he took your phone, placed it on the coffee table, then pushed you on your back. He ran his hands up your calves and thighs .

“I’m serious.” He brought his lips to yours in a long, breath-stealing kiss. “I’d like to see you dance for me,” he purred against the skin of your neck, leaving gentle kisses one, two, three times. “And only me.”

“Okay,” you agreed, yanking him down to return the favor.

You’d never thought Mr. Bossard’s crazy rules would be useful for getting Levi in the mood for spoiling you, but they did.

And you were grateful.