A/N: Hello, Loveys! "Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love" has many characters who have been deeply changed by their relationships with Levi. Every so often, I'll include chapters dedicated to them, so you have a stronger idea of the man Levi is, and can become. If there's any confusion, please let me know.
This is also a great time to let you know that I've changed the 104th characters to represent as many different skin colors, genders and sexualities as possible. Farlan is multiracial: his mother was black, and his father is white. I encourage you to be as accepting and open minded about these changes as you can. I hope you'll stay, but I'd rather you leave if you can't deal with it. Love you!
Finally, this chapter is dedicated to @SaltSniffer2000 - if you haven't read any of their fics, please do. So talented and prolific. I can't get enough.
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"You can't just leave him here, Bob."
"I'm not leaving him, Kuchel. I just have some things I gotta do. You can watch him for a couple hours, right, baby?"
Farlan sat on the couch rolling the fidget spinner up and down his thigh, absently watching the show with the funny judge lady. He strained to hear the whispers coming from the kitchen.
"What happened to him? He has bruises all over him?"
"Ah, just a couple of my friends got carried away after he smarted off to them...you know, teach him a-"
"That's not just getting carried away, alright? What are you doing to him?"
The woman named Kuchel stepped into the doorway to gaze at the boy when his dad grabbed her hair from behind and yanked her back into the kitchen. Her strangled scream was cut off when it sounded like she'd been slammed against a refrigerator.
"Like you're so fucking good with your own little shit stain of a son?" His voice dropped into a threatening growl. "Just mind your fucking business, watch the kid for a couple of hours, and don't fucking question me again." Each phrase was punctuated by a small whimper.
There was silence, then another push against the refrigerator. "Got it?"
Farlan turned his head as a door opened in the hallway, and a teenage boy came barreling around the corner. "Kuchel?" he yelled. He stopped short when he saw Farlan and scowled at him. "Who the fuck are you?"
Farlan frowned, and ran his fidget spinner over the seat cushion.
Another muffled scream came from the kitchen, and Farlan watched as the boy's head jerked up, his black bangs sliding back and his eyes full of murder. Farlan had seen that look before, with real consequences, so he drew his legs up in front of him and rested his forehead on them. He didn't need to see what was about to happen.
"Filthy son of a bitch," the boy yelled, and Farlan heard a new set of grunts, as his father became the one to bounce off the counters in the kitchen, the air pushing out of him.
The boy's mother screamed, "Levi, be careful!"
Levi dragged the man by his hair into the living room and threw him to the floor. Farlan peeked over his knees as the boy dug his knee into the much bigger man's back and shoved his chin into the shag carpet, grounding his face into it. "You come into my fucking house and lay your fucking hands on my mother?" his teeth gritted with rage. He leaned and spit into the man's ear with the force of his words. "You're lucky you're leaving here with two fucking legs, asshole."
Farlan looked up with wide eyes as his father's arms and legs flailed beneath the teenage boy. He'd never seen anyone fight his father and win. Never seen him struggle to breathe or move or escape like Farlan had to do. He glanced at Kuchel in the doorway where she stood, holding her cheek.
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AIN'T TALKIN' 'BOUT LOVE
FanfictionLevi Ackerman lives a relatively quiet life. He runs his own accounting firm, working hard for other people's money by day. But, come Friday night, the suit comes off, and in a downtown dive bar, he plays guitar for a rock cover band. All the strict...
