Eren, a stripper on the way to a gig, accidentally walks into an elevator with the most powerful man in the country, and sparks fly. Will their budding relationship survive multiples exes, terrorists hell-bent on their destruction, and their own conflicted pasts?
A love story in fifty floors.
Birthday present for the amazing momoicchi27. I swear the quality of my love is greater than what this fic might make it seem.
Please note that this fic is meant to be humorous. Do not judge me.
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“There’s the elevator!” Eren says and rushes ahead to catch the doors.
“Eren, wait!” Mikasa calls back. She’s always trying to hold him back. Don’t run across lobbies in fancy buildings to catch elevators, don’t stay up late, wait wait wait. Eren makes it just as the shiny chrome doors are closing. He skids to a stop and whirls to toss her a grin. Evidently thinking that Eren will hold the door for her Mikasa slows down, so Eren sticks out his tongue, and slams the button to close the door.
“Eren!” Mikasa shouts, and her furious face is cut off by Eren’s reflection on the mirrored interior.
The 50th floor is his destination. He hits the button and leans back against the side of the elevator, childishly pleased with himself.
Only then does he notice he’s not alone in the elevator. There’s another man, short and dark-haired, wearing an impeccably tailored suit. His face is grumpy, but in an incredibly sexy way. He may in fact have the sexiest face Eren has seen in his life. It’s the kind of face Eren would like to sit on. Something about him is oddly familiar, but Eren can’t place it.
The elevator is on the move, so Eren decides to entertain himself. The man looks rich, and Eren isn’t above the idea of a sugar daddy. Besides, a little making-out in an elevator never hurt anybody.
“I’m Eren,” he says cheerfully.
The man is utterly nonplussed to be addressed so directly, but answers anyway with a soft snort. “Levi Ackerman.”
Eren’s jaw drops. “Levi- Levi Ackerman the President?”
“You might remember me from being on the news last night,” Levi-Mr.-President says, obviously amused though it’s not clear how Eren can tell. His scowl doesn’t seem to have changed.
“I don’t watch news at night,” Eren blurts.
The President raises an eyebrow at him.
“Because I’m a stripper.”