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[lovesickforprice]

"Y/N and Levi bond over shared underground past, leadership struggles, and the silent weight of responsibility."

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Part 2: Whispers of the Underground.....

The next morning, the garrison bustled with activity. The early drills echoed through the fort, soldiers moving in synchronized formations, their blades slicing through the air. Y/N L/N, captain of the Wall Rose Garrison, stood at the edge of the training grounds, her arms crossed as she observed. Her sharp eyes caught every misplaced step, every hesitation, every sign of weakness.

"Again," she barked, her voice cutting through the noise like a whip.

The recruits immediately reset, their faces lined with exhaustion but their movements becoming sharper. She didn’t relent—she couldn’t. The walls wouldn’t protect them forever, and out there, even the smallest mistake could mean death.

From the corner of her eye, Y/N spotted Levi leaning casually against a nearby wall, arms crossed, his ever-present stoic expression in place. His presence was both grounding and infuriating.

"You’re too hard on them," Levi said as he approached, his voice low but carrying an air of authority.

Y/N didn’t turn to face him. "They need to be ready."

"They also need to stay alive long enough to be useful," Levi countered, his tone flat but pointed.

A smirk tugged at Y/N’s lips, though she didn’t let it show. This was their dynamic—a constant push and pull. "I’m surprised you care."

Levi’s eyes narrowed slightly. "I don’t. But if they die, it makes our jobs harder."

Y/N finally turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "Always the charmer, Ackerman."

There was a flicker of amusement in his gaze, so quick she might have imagined it.

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Later that day, Y/N found herself in the mess hall, sitting at a table with a few trusted officers. The conversation was light, a rare reprieve from the usual tension.

"So, Captain," one of the officers, Elias, began with a sly grin. "Is it true you once punched a Titan in the face?"

The table erupted in laughter, and Y/N rolled her eyes. "It’s a blade, not a fist. Stop embellishing."

"Come on, let us have this one," Elias teased.

Levi, who had silently joined them without anyone noticing, spoke up. "She’s too short to reach its face anyway."

The table fell silent for a moment before everyone burst into laughter. Y/N shot Levi a glare, though the corners of her mouth twitched in amusement.

"You’re hilarious," she said dryly.

Levi gave the faintest shrug. "Just stating the obvious."

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As the day wore on, Y/N found herself wandering the quieter parts of the garrison. The distant sound of drills and conversations faded as she made her way to the secluded gardens—a place she often retreated to when she needed to think.

She sat on a bench, her elbows resting on her knees, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn’t shake. The weight of leadership, the constant threat of betrayal, and the memories of the underground—it all pressed down on her like a vice.

The sound of footsteps behind her broke her reverie. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

"You always find the quiet spots," Levi said as he approached, his voice softer than usual.

"I grew up underground," Y/N replied without looking at him. "Quiet is rare there. You learn to appreciate it."

Levi sat down beside her, the silence between them comfortable. They didn’t need to speak—they never did. But today, Y/N felt the need to share something she usually kept buried.

"Do you ever think about it?" she asked quietly.

Levi’s gaze shifted to her, his expression unreadable. "The underground?"

She nodded. "The things we did to survive. The people we left behind."

Levi’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, Y/N thought he wouldn’t answer. But then he spoke, his voice low and filled with a rare vulnerability. "Every day."

Y/N looked at him, her eyes searching his face. She saw the same pain she felt reflected back at her, the scars that ran deeper than any physical wound.

"It’s why we do this," she said, her voice steady. "To make sure no one else has to go through what we did."

Levi nodded, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "That’s why we can’t let ourselves fall apart."

Y/N smiled faintly. "I guess that’s your way of saying I should stop brooding."

"Someone has to keep you in check," Levi replied, his tone light but his eyes serious.

For a moment, Y/N allowed herself to relax, the weight on her shoulders feeling just a little lighter. With Levi beside her, she felt like she could bear it—at least for another day.

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should i add a backstory of y/n in the underground or not?! let me know if you want a part 3 😝🤓 bye lovess✌🏽

[lovesickforprice]

"Heimdall is tasked with guarding a mysterious mortal who shields her thoughts, leaving him frustrated and intrigued by her."

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Part 1: A Puzzle Wrapped in Silence

The great halls of Asgard gleamed with the gold of the gods, but to you, it was all hollow. Cold, sterile, and uninviting. Your footsteps echoed sharply against the marble floor as you were led toward the towering throne of Odin. The All-Father himself sat atop it, his gaze piercing and calculating as he regarded you.

“Welcome to Asgard,” Odin said, his voice smooth but laced with underlying menace. “You should feel honored. Few mortals have seen these halls.”

You didn’t feel honored. You felt out of place, like a lamb in the lion’s den. But you kept your expression neutral, refusing to give him the satisfaction of your discomfort.

Before you could respond, a figure stepped forward, his presence commanding the room. Tall and lithe, with piercing violet eyes that seemed to see straight through your soul, Heimdall approached. He radiated an air of arrogance so potent it was almost suffocating.

“This is the mortal?” Heimdall asked, his tone dripping with disdain as his gaze flicked over you. “This is who I’m supposed to waste my time on?”

You narrowed your eyes at him but said nothing.

Odin smiled thinly. “Indeed, Heimdall. You’re to keep a close eye on her. She’s… special.”

At that, Heimdall’s expression shifted to one of amusement. He tilted his head, the smugness practically oozing off him. “Special? Let me guess.” He stepped closer, his eyes locking with yours. “You think you’re clever, don’t you? But I already know everything about you.”

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a taunting murmur. “You’re nervous. You’re wondering why you’re here, why Odin would bother with someone like you. And most of all, you’re—”

He faltered. Just for a fraction of a second, but you caught it. His confident smirk wavered, replaced by a flicker of confusion.

He straightened, his brows furrowing as he stared at you. “Huh,” he said, almost to himself. “That’s… odd.”

“What’s odd?” you asked, keeping your tone steady despite the rapid pounding of your heart.

His eyes narrowed, and the smirk returned, though it was less certain this time. “You’re quiet. Too quiet. It’s almost as if…” He trailed off, his expression hardening.

Odin cleared his throat. “Heimdall. Is there a problem?”

“No,” Heimdall said sharply, though his eyes never left yours. “No problem at all.”

But you could tell there was a problem. You’d seen it in his face—just for a moment, his confidence had cracked.

“Good,” Odin said. “Then I trust you’ll do your duty, Heimdall. Watch her. Protect her, if need be. And above all, report anything… unusual.”

Heimdall’s jaw tightened, but he nodded. “Of course, All-Father.”

With that, Odin dismissed you both, leaving you alone with Asgard’s most insufferable guardian.

Heimdall regarded you with a mixture of irritation and curiosity, his arms crossed over his chest. “You must think you’re very clever, mortal,” he said. “But let me make one thing clear: I don’t trust you. And I will figure you out.”

You tilted your head, meeting his glare with a calm expression. “Good luck with that,” you said.

His eyes flashed, but before he could retort, you turned and began walking away, leaving him standing there, frustration written all over his face.

For the first time in his long, arrogant life, Heimdall had met someone he couldn’t predict.

And he hated it....

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ouuu i think you know what's about to happen😉 - i had this in my drafts for a while so...😝

[lovesickforprice]

"Two captains share a bond forged by survival, duty, and unspoken respect amidst looming threats."

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part 1: The Silent Watch....

The air was thick with tension as y/n stood at the edge of Wall Rose, her sharp gaze scanning the horizon. The wind tugged at her dark hair, but she didn’t flinch, her focus unbroken. She was captain of the Garrison for a reason—because she was the best fighter after Levi Ackerman, the one everyone looked to for strength and guidance. But there was more than just physical prowess that kept her in this position. It was her mind, her instincts—her ability to make the right decisions in the face of uncertainty.

"Everything in order." Levi’s voice broke through her thoughts, smooth and steady, but there was an edge to it. Always an edge.

y/n didn’t immediately turn to face him. She simply nodded, eyes still scanning the far-off walls and the stretch of wilderness beyond. The silence between them was familiar, comfortable in its own way. Their mutual respect ran deeper than words ever could.

Levi stepped closer, his boots making hardly a sound against the stone floor, and stood beside her. He, too, surveyed the horizon, his expression unreadable. But y/n knew him well enough to sense the subtle tension in his shoulders. She glanced at him, catching the way his fingers twitched at his side, as though itching to draw his blades.

"You’re restless," she remarked, her voice low, yet tinged with curiosity.

Levi's eyes flicked over to her, and for a fleeting second, his gaze lingered—just long enough to make her heart skip. He didn’t answer right away, but y/n could feel the weight of his silence. He was always so careful with his words, careful with everything. It was one of the things she admired most about him.

"You’re the one out here at this hour," he finally said, his voice flat, but there was a subtle hint of a challenge in it.

y/n raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. "I couldn’t sleep."

"You should. You’re pushing yourself too hard." Levi’s words were casual, but there was a protective undertone beneath them. y/n knew better than to take it lightly. He wouldn’t say it if he didn’t mean it.

"I’m fine," she replied, her gaze flicking back to the walls. There was a slight tremor in her voice, one she couldn’t completely mask. The truth was, she hadn’t felt fine in a long time. The loss of so many, the betrayal that lingered in the air like a thick fog—it was all getting to her. But she couldn’t afford to show weakness, not now. Not to him.

Levi tilted his head slightly, his sharp eyes narrowing as if reading her thoughts. He didn’t speak again, but y/n could feel the unspoken understanding between them. He knew. He always knew.

The silence stretched between them, neither of them uncomfortable with it. Levi took a step back, and without a word, handed her a flask of water. y/n took it gratefully, though she noticed the quiet care with which he extended it to her. A small gesture, but one that spoke volumes.

"You’re up late too," y/n said after a moment, breaking the silence. "Worried about something?"

Levi didn’t answer right away. Instead, he took a deep breath and glanced back at her, his expression unreadable.

"It’s always the quiet moments that make me uneasy," he muttered, almost to himself. "Too many things can go wrong when there’s no noise to drown them out."

y/n looked at him for a moment, taking in the vulnerability he’d just let slip. It was rare—Levi never showed his unease so openly. But for some reason, with her, he allowed it.

"Then let’s make sure nothing does." y/n’s voice was firm, the weight of her words carrying an unspoken promise.

Levi’s gaze softened ever so slightly. "Always the strategist," he said with a hint of a smirk.

The moment passed, and y/n turned back to the horizon, her resolve firming. She didn’t need to say anything more. Neither of them did. But as the night wore on, with the wind whipping through their hair and the silence stretching between them, y/n knew—this was only the beginning of something far more dangerous than they could have imagined.

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let me know if you liked this sorry if it's not good im still a beginner 🤷🏽‍♀️ -update part 2 is coming soon...

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"Forbidden love lingers between a Grandmaster and his second, bound by unspoken devotion." ----

Frosted Shadows (part 2)

Bi-Han stood in the silent expanse of the snow-covered mountains, his breath a mist in the freezing air. The cold had always been a constant companion, but now, it felt like a weight he could never escape. His mind, though sharp and unyielding, kept wandering to a thought that he tried so desperately to push aside: you.

He turned at the sound of approaching footsteps. You were always there, always beside him, and today was no different. Even with the biting wind whipping through the trees, you moved silently, your presence like a shadow blending into his.

“Grandmaster,” you greeted, your voice calm, unwavering.

He didn’t acknowledge you at first, his sharp gaze scanning the horizon. But when the others weren’t looking, his eyes softened, finding yours.

“Report,” he said curtly, his voice cold and distant, as it always was when others were present.

You stepped closer, lowering your voice so only he could hear. “The Shirai Ryu are mobilizing. We’ll need to strike soon, or they’ll gain the advantage.”

He gave a small nod, but as you turned to leave, his fingers brushed against yours—so lightly it could have been an accident, but you both knew better.

Later, when you were alone, you approached him again. This time, the formalities melted away.

“Bi-Han,” you said softly, your voice breaking the quiet like a warm whisper in the frozen air.

He turned to you, his dark eyes meeting yours, the intensity there making your breath catch. “You shouldn’t call me that,” he said, though there was no conviction in his tone.

“Why not? No one’s here,” you replied, stepping closer.

The tension between you was palpable, the unspoken emotions lingering in the space between you. Your gaze dropped to his hand, where a faint scar ran along his knuckles. Without thinking, you reached out, your fingers brushing over the rough line.

“How did this happen?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

His breath hitched at the contact, but he didn’t pull away. “A sparring match,” he said simply, his voice quieter now. “It’s nothing.”

You traced the scar with the tip of your finger, your touch light, almost reverent. “It doesn’t look like nothing.”

He caught your wrist gently, his grip firm but not unkind. “Why do you care?”

You looked up at him, your eyes locking in a way that made time seem to stop. “You know why.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. The air between you was heavy with everything left unsaid. His dark eyes searched yours, as if trying to find the courage to say what he couldn’t.

“You’ve changed,” he said finally, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

Your brow furrowed slightly. “We both have,” you said, your voice steady but filled with meaning.

His jaw tightened, and he pulled his hand away, though the gesture was reluctant. “I had to change. It’s my role.”

“And what about us?” you asked, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

He looked at you, his expression unreadable. “There can’t be an us,” he said, but the crack in his voice betrayed him.

You stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him, despite the icy air. Your eyes searched his face, taking in every scar, every line. “Bi-Han…”

“Don’t,” he said, though he didn’t move away. His hand hovered near yours, his fingers twitching as if fighting the urge to reach for you.

The sound of footsteps in the distance broke the moment. You both turned, the reality of your roles crashing back into place.

“Grandmaster,” you said, your voice steady once more.

He straightened, his cold demeanor returning in an instant. “Prepare the others,” he ordered, his tone sharp and commanding.

You bowed your head slightly before turning to leave, but as you walked away, you felt his gaze linger on you, the weight of his unspoken feelings pressing against your back.

And in that fleeting moment, you knew that no matter how much the world tried to keep you apart, the bond between you would never truly break.

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The End.

tbh, im not really good at this, but let me know if you want me to end this here or make another part....ps : Please give me more recommendations for characters to write about. Thank you, okay, byeeeee.✌🏽🤷🏽‍♀️

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"Bi-Han and Y/N, former lovers, struggle with forbidden feelings while serving the Lin Kuei."

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Frosted Shadows (Part 1)

The moon hung high above the Lin Kuei temple, casting its pale glow over the frost-covered grounds. The team had returned from the southern outpost hours ago, the threat neutralized for now. But Bi-Han’s mind wasn’t on the mission’s success—it was on you.

He sat alone in the training grounds, the cold wind biting at his skin through his sleeveless uniform. His arms rested on his knees, the frost around him spreading like a reflection of his restless thoughts. He knew you would come. You always did.

“You’re freezing the training mats again,” your voice came softly from behind him, a teasing lilt that carried the warmth he craved.

Bi-Han didn’t turn immediately, letting your steps draw closer. When he finally looked up, you were standing over him, arms crossed and a faint smirk on your lips. You had discarded your mask, something you only did when it was just the two of you. The sight of your face, unguarded, was a reminder of everything he’d lost—and everything he still wanted.

“I’ll replace them,” he said gruffly, his lips twitching into a shadow of a smile.

You raised an eyebrow. “Or you could stop ruining them in the first place.”

The corner of his mouth lifted, but the banter faded quickly. Your gaze lingered on him longer than usual, and he saw it—the same longing he felt every time he looked at you.

“You’ve gotten taller again,” he said suddenly, his voice low, almost reverent. His eyes swept over you, taking in the subtle changes. “And your hair…it’s longer now.”

Your expression softened, and you crouched down in front of him, your face now level with his. “And you’ve gotten rougher,” you replied, your tone gentle but firm. You reached out, your fingers brushing against the coarse stubble on his jaw. “You didn’t have this back then.”

He caught your wrist gently, holding it for a moment longer than necessary. His thumb brushed over your pulse, steady and strong beneath his touch. “It’s been a long time since ‘back then,’” he said quietly, his eyes meeting yours.

You didn’t look away, and neither did he. There was no shyness between you, no hesitation. You’d already been past that point long ago. The two of you had shared too many late-night conversations, too many stolen kisses in shadowed corners, too many whispered promises of forever before it had all been ripped away.

“You never wanted this, did you?” you asked, your voice softer now.

Bi-Han’s grip on your wrist tightened ever so slightly, though not enough to hurt. “I wanted you,” he admitted, his voice rough with emotion. “But it was never about what I wanted.”

Your parents had disapproved of him from the start, despite your history. To them, he was destined to be Grandmaster—a role too sacred, too demanding for something as fleeting as love. And to the Lin Kuei elders, your relationship had been seen as a distraction, a weakness he couldn’t afford.

But to him, you were never a weakness. You were the one thing that made him feel alive in a world of duty and ice.

“You still want me,” you said, no question in your tone, only certainty.

He let out a low chuckle, one without humor. “You don’t make it easy to forget.”

Your hand slipped free of his grip, only for you to place it on his cheek, your touch soft but grounding. “Then stop trying.”

The words hung between you, fragile yet unyielding. His resolve cracked, the frost around him dissipating as his other hand reached up to cover yours. His calloused fingers were rough against your smoother skin, but you didn’t pull away. You never had.

“I can’t,” he said, though the words felt hollow. “You know why.”

“I know what they’ve told you,” you countered, leaning closer. “But what about what you want, Bi-Han? What about what we want?”

Your faces were close now, close enough for him to see the faint lines of frost still clinging to your lashes, the way your lips parted slightly as you waited for him to answer. He hated how easily you unraveled him, how your presence alone made him question everything he’d been taught to believe.

“I’ve always wanted you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But wanting doesn’t change the rules.”

Your lips twitched into a faint, sad smile. “Then break them. For once, stop being the Grandmaster and just…be you.”

He didn’t answer, but his silence spoke volumes. You knew him too well, knew the war raging inside him. And despite everything, you leaned closer, your forehead pressing gently against his.

The cold air around you seemed to still, as if the entire world was holding its breath. His eyes closed, and he allowed himself this moment—this stolen fragment of time where it was just you and him, no titles, no expectations.

“I miss this,” you whispered, your breath warm against his lips. “I miss us.”

He exhaled shakily, his hand moving to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. “So do I,” he admitted, his voice breaking slightly.

For a heartbeat, it felt like everything else had fallen away. The rules, the clan, the burdens of leadership—they were distant echoes in the face of the one thing he truly cared about.

But then, the faint sound of footsteps echoed from the corridor. The moment shattered, and Bi-Han pulled back abruptly, his expression hardening once more.

You blinked, your hand slipping from his face as you stood. The mask was back—not just the one you wore as his second-in-command, but the one you both wore to protect yourselves.

“Goodnight, Grandmaster,” you said, your voice carefully neutral as you turned and walked away.

He watched you go, his chest heavy with everything he couldn’t say.

“Goodnight,” he whispered, though you were already gone.

As the frost crept back across the training mats, Bi-Han clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. He would lead the Lin Kuei. He would fulfill his duty.

But deep down, he knew the frost in his veins could never erase the fire you’d left behind.

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This is my first ever fanfict guys so I'm sorry if it's bad but I just really like bi han so I wanted to write this for a long time 🤷🏽‍♀️