#Levi Ackerman imagines

[cammys-imagines24]

•Levi Being With a Curvy S/O•

If you ever want to make this stoic, reserved man short circuit then show off your curves.

If you ever want to bring humanity's strongest soldier to his knees then reveal your body to him.

This is a man who is made of steel with ripped, corded muscles and not an ounce of spare fat on him.

Levi Ackerman will welcome the differences between you and him. How he is chiseled and hard, and you are soft and curvaceous.

He thinks you are a goddess and though he is withdrawn with affection in public, he will show you just how heavenly he finds you when in private.

Shut the hell up if you ever think you're too heavy for him. Levi will personally show you why he is the strongest soldier in the survey corps.

If you ever hover over his face when he's eating you out, worried you'll smother him, he will get downright pissed.

He will use his considerable strength to force you down onto his face, wrapping his toned, buff arms around the soft plush of your thighs like a boa constrictor, and good luck breaking free.

You'll be sitting on his face for a long, long time. Cumming again and again as he punishes you for ever thinking you're too heavy for him.

He'll keep you pressed against his mouth until his chin is weeping juices from your pussy and until you're crying from overstimulation.

If you can't reach something on a top shelf, Levi will effortlessly lift you up so you can grab what you need because he likes helping you, but also so he can grope your plush belly and the meat of your hips.

Your body absolutely mesmerizes him and there are times where just the thought of it in the Captain's mind is a distraction.

Levi could be behind his desk, knee deep in paperwork and just the arrant memory of last week, when you wore a short sundress because it was hot out, makes him forget about everything else but you.

Or even the memory of last night, when you rode him so well, your tits bouncing up and down in front of him, his hands groping the flesh of your thighs so hard there were bruises on your skin come morning--

And suddenly he realizes that the paperwork stack has only gotten bigger and he has zoned out for however long, and that now he has a problem in his pants. A big problem.

If it's Post-War Levi we're talking about, he will "accidentally" drop things with his bad hand just to watch you pick it back up for him. To see the lovely curve of your ass arcing in the air on display for him.

Even after the War and with his bad leg, he'll be damned if that stops him from pulling you into his lap when you two make out.

You belong on his lap after all, no matter his injury, no matter his size.

It's the perfect spot for you, his hands kneading your ass like dough, your lips swollen from his kiss.

He'll slap your ass and call you a good girl and bite your bottom lip, making it even more swollen.

If you ever feel insecure about yourself, Levi will shove you in front of a mirror and call you a brat.

He'll make love to you right then and there, and show you just how gorgeous he finds you, your reflection a moaning and sweat-kissed mess as he enters you from behind.

He'll wrap a hand around your throat so you can't look away from yourself and whisper how beautiful he finds you against your skin.

Levi has never been the best with words, but you will always feel loved and like you're the most stunning woman on the planet to him.

[parkvcrs]

levi “my friends think i like to fight, but it's just not true. sometimes i lose my temper and blow off a little steam, but i’ve never enjoyed it. i’m not a violent dog. i don't know why i bite” ackerman

[gabstea]

Imagine riding Levi. He doesn’t say it, doesn’t admit it, but hell, he loves when you ride him.

His hands on your waist, guiding, then moving to your hips, where his fingers leave marks from how tight his grip is.

The way he nods as you grind, silently urging you to keep going. His eyes—those gray eyes—watch you with so much love and desire. Even if he wants to close them, he can’t. They’re half-lidded, glossy for some reason. And the little pants slipping from his lips... He doesn’t care if you are cumming on his cock, because the moment you stop—even if it’s just to catch your breath, his hand moves automatically to your neck, choking you and pulling your pretty face closer. His lips brushing your ear.

"Keep going, baby. We’re not done… keep fucking yourself." His husky voice cuts through the air, low, rough, breathless. It feels like a threat—a sinful one—that turns you into a damn puddle.

His other hand grips your hip, guiding you, helping you keep bouncing. It’s overwhelming, no matter if it’s your first orgasm of the night or the fifth, he has this way of making you a mess…

I headcanon Levi during intimate moments calling you 'baby', okay? Okay, hahaha

[animeficsworld]

Beneath the Quiet

Levi Ackerman x Reader

Summary:  He doesn’t say much, but Levi Ackerman never needed words to show what mattered. Through rain-soaked nights and unspoken glances, you slowly uncover the quiet kind of love, the one that stays.

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Rain drums steadily against the rooftop of the old scout headquarters. The rest of the squad has long since gone to sleep, but you’re still awake, unable to quiet your thoughts, your fingers wrapped around a mug of lukewarm tea.

You’re not surprised when he walks in.

Levi doesn’t make a sound, but you know his footsteps by now. You don’t look up immediately, and neither does he speak. 

Instead, he pulls out the chair across from you and sits, letting the silence settle between you like a shared language.

He doesn’t ask what’s wrong. He never does. 

But his eyes glance over your face briefly, reading you like a mission report, line by line, detail by detail. 

You wonder if he notices how your hands tremble just slightly if he hears the tightness in your breath.

“I cleaned your gear,” he says, finally.

You blink, caught off guard. “You didn’t have to.”

“Tch.” He looks away. “You’re sloppy when you're tired.”

It’s not an insult. 

Not really. With Levi, it's almost affection.

You sip your tea again. 

Still warm enough to pretend you weren’t waiting for him. Still quiet enough to pretend this isn’t routine now, him finding you after difficult days. 

Him sitting with you until the night feels less sharp around the edges.

“Why do you always come here?” you ask before you can stop yourself.

He doesn't look at you. “Why do you always stay?”

Silence again. Except this time, there’s a weight to it. 

A shift in the air. 

You stare at his hands, scarred, steady, fingers flexing ever so slightly where they rest against the table.

“I don’t know,” you say, voice softer than before. “Maybe I like being near you.”

Levi’s jaw tightens. He exhales through his nose, slow. 

Then, after what feels like forever, he speaks.

“I’m not good at this.”

You look up.

He’s still not meeting your eyes. “People. Feelings. I’m... not good at it.”

Your heart stirs because in all the time you’ve known him, all the things you’ve fought through together, this might be the most vulnerable thing he’s ever said.

You reach across the table, not to take his hand, but to let yours rest nearby. 

A quiet offering. 

He doesn’t move away.

“You don’t have to be good at it,” you murmur. “Just... honest.”

Finally, Levi looks at you.

His gaze is intense, sharp as ever, but not cold. 

Never cold with you. 

Something in it flickers, something unspoken, something careful and fragile and fierce all at once.

“I don’t want you to get used to losing people,” he says.

And just like that, you understand.

He won’t say the word “love.” 

Not yet. Maybe not ever. 

But he’ll sit with you through the storm. He’ll clean your gear, bring your favourite tea, fight beside you like the world’s ending, and protect you like his world already would if you were gone.

You reach out, just a little closer. 

His fingers twitch before brushing lightly against yours.

And in the quiet, Levi holds you. 

Not in his arms. 

Not yet.

But in the way that counts.

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[bcdwhcre]

“Paranoia,” Levi x Reader

Ship: Levi x Reader

Summary: the paranoia of not knowing where or what happened to Levi.

Warnings: spoilers if you haven’t seen or read the recent season

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Levi had promised to be back at a specific time, he promised you to not worry about what he had planned for Zeke. He told you to stay put where you were and to stick with the others.

You huffed out a breath as you watched him walk out into the distance before fully disappearing, your mind going off to different places and worrying about whether this would be the last time you’ll see him again.

You tried to get rid of the thought, knowing how capable he was of taking care of himself and always coming back home to you but there was always that lingering thought inside of your head waiting to pop and ruin the rest of your days as you wait for him to return.

You stayed with Armin and Mikasa, the importance of sticking together was evident against what was currently happening here which was the rumbling and the yeagerist.

But as days started to pass and you haven’t seen or heard any sign of Levi, you heart began to pound inside of your chest repeatedly the more time has gone by but you stayed put and followed through with the mission of escaping with everyone out of the walls and away from the brainwashed citizens.

As you sat in the back of the cart, Annie across from you, you finally released the breath you were holding in during the whole escape plan. She looked at you confused but with understanding how you can get, she’s known since joining the scouts and working with you.

You remained quiet as they talked with each other the ride out while your eyes were glued to the sky, the ache in your heart only growing more as you wondered what he could be doing at this very moment.

You didn’t know things went wrong with Zeke, you didn’t know he risked to blow himself up to kill Levi and you didn’t know just how injured he was. You knew nothing and that’s what worried you, every mission he went on worried you to death until you saw his face.

“We’ll be running into Hange soon.” Armin spoke up, causing a sigh to escape your lips and your eyes remained on the sky with your hands rested on your chest.

You didn’t know the amount of damage that was going to come in a few minutes and you didn’t know just how bad things were going to get from here on out. You thought you had seen ugly but the closer you got, the more ugly things were going to get.

As the group gotten closer to where they were supposed to meet up, the giant cart Titan hovering over the scene with the others. You were exhausted from everything that had been going on, you haven’t even gotten a chance to eat, to sleep, to shower and it was slowly eating away at you.

“Is that the captain?” One of them spoke, making your head snap up even after being stuck in your thoughts.

Your eyes scattered around looking at the group that was ahead and finally your eyes settled to a body laid out with bandages wrapped around, covering most of his face and body.

Your breath hitched, almost tripping to get to your feet and jump off the cart once they came to a full stop. Hange eyes met with yours before your feet started rushing towards where he laid fast asleep.

“Y/N,” Hange started but you didn’t pay any attention until you were in front of him, staring at his face in horror.

Your shaky hands had reached out, not knowing what to do, where to touch without causing him pain even though he was well knocked out cold. A shaky breath released from your trembling lips, trying to hold your emotions in and trying to pull yourself together.

Finally your hand softly brushed his hair back, half of his face covered in bandages while the one exposed eye remained shut.

“What happened?” You simply said, your eyes moving down to his arm covered him and the blanket pulled over his limp body.

“Zeke blown himself up next to Levi, luckily I found him still alive but it was pretty bad.” Hange sadly spoke, the guilt in her tone from not being able to help him sooner.

“How bad.”

“Y/N..” She trailed off, even she didn’t know how bad it really was, only the parts shown when she wrapped him up.

“Missing fingers, pretty sure his eye is lost and… we won’t know the serious impact it caused him until he wakes up.” She murmured, not wanting to look you in the eye, the guilt washing over her.

“Oh god, Levi.” You barely said over a whisper, the tears slowly leaking from your eyes and down your cheeks. Your heart aching inside of your chest like it was about to explode out of your skin.

Hours had passed, everyone was now camped out in a safe area inside the woods, the fire sizzling and cracking, the tents around spread out. Mostly everyone was asleep or far from the campfire talking amongst themselves.

But you stayed in the tent, looking down at Levi and his current state, paranoid about the fact that he may or may not wake up.

So, you laid down beside him, enough distance to not cause any harm or pain. Your eyes were growing heavy and you felt the drag of slumber overcoming your body.

Suddenly there was a stir beside you, a grunt leaving Levi’s throat as the pain shot through him like lightning. He felt paralyzed, in pain, and out of it.

The movement had forced you to be wide awake, your eyes shooting open and glancing over at the body beside you. You could see Levi squirming and then his one eyes had opened up, shut, then opened slowly again to look around at his surroundings.

Then his eye landed on you.

“Levi?” You asked, the worry and fear overwhelming your body once again. The fear of him forgetting who you are lingered over you.

“Fuck.” He mumbled, the pain shooting through his body, making him realize just how fucked up this situation was.

He could feel the bandages wrapped around his body, he could feel his body ache and as he looked down just a bit, he could see that he was missing a few of his fingers.

“I’m going to kill him.” Levi spoke again, muttering under his breath as the rage of Zeke overcame his mindset, the reality settling in.

“We’ll get him just.. please rest.” You whisper, your fingertips gently brushing through his dirty and matted up hair.

“I was so worried.” You admitted under a whisper, the fear of losing him was choking you, making you slowly suffocate as your eyes watered.

He noticed this, his body growing soft as his eye stared into yours. Slowly, he raised one of his hands up to brush along your cheek, being extremely gentle while doing so because he couldn’t handle the pain.

“I’m here, it’s okay.”

“I could have lost you, Levi. What were you thinking?” Your heart weighed heavy in your chest, his started to weigh down on him too as he saw the pain written across your face.

“I’m sorry.” Was all he could really say, what else was there to say? He didnt mean for this to happen, all he wanted was Zeke to suffer.

“Just don’t scare me like that again.” You sighed, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead, his bruised face giving you a small smile.

“I promise.”

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A/N: IM BACK!!!

My first imagine back and I am also accepting REQUESTSSSS!!!

I cleared out my request box completely and want to start out fresh and new.

Please send me whatever. Maybe some more Armin requests or Eren? I would like to fill out their lists :)

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[leevayiee]

❀ eren yeager

❥ her gift.

18+ SERIES. eren x fem!oc, canonverse, hobo!eren, post-rumbling, eren is a wanted criminal, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, comedy, angst, smut, mentions of torture & abuse, sexual content

the chapters are already posted in wattpad & ao3, you can check them out :)

000, 001, 002, 003, 004...

❀ levi ackerman

❀ armin arlert

❀ jean kirstchein

❀ connie springer

[letbludcook]

warning. explicit sexual content

tags. creampie, slight dumbification, blud tried to be gentle only to end up ravaging you, idiots in love type of fucking

you and him having sex for the first time and he's so annoyingly gentle as if you're made of fragile glass. the fact that he still managed to make you cum with his fingers despite all that baffled you.

but then, just right after you came, he hesitates putting his dick inside. he gets out of bed, says something along the lines of "let me get us a bath," until he hears you huff a sob. he turns to you again only to see you touching yourself. begging him, perhaps out of spite, to drop the hesitation.

you're a big girl—his girl, even—and that means you'd be able to take all of him. you know what made him walk back to bed, pet your head, pepper you kisses, and mutter apologies?

"i've been prepping myself like this every night, been imagining you inside me for as long as i can remember."

you incoherently moan your grievances—of how much you need him, of how desperate you are to feel his dick slamming you, of your yearning to hear the slushing wet sounds of his balls slapping against your skin as he pushes even deeper, and most of all, of his cum flooding you at the peak of it all.

what a bad man he is, he thinks to himself, as he pulls your fingers out of your cunt. he brings it to his mouth, holding back a chuckle.

"prepping yourself with this, darling?" he muses, then sucks on your fingers clean, savoring your taste. you nod, pathetically so, and he shakes his head. "but these pretty little fingers are far from enough if we're talking about prepping."

it's the thought that counts, though—his gentle apology kiss on your hand tells you that much. and you quickly come to understand his point when he replaces your fingers with his actual dick.

"you see?"

then he thrusts inside.

god, it is indeed not enough to prep you.

"b-but, yeah," he rasps, then there goes another thrust, "it must be hard for you, no?" he thrusts again; you gape your mouth open, "never knew you like me—fuck, baby—this much."

hell you do like him so much; if you're not a babbling mess you'd be able to throw a banter, but he sucks on your nipple, quickly earning your forgiveness.

"mind repeating what you said earlier?"

which one? you ask in your mind, physically incapable to speak as soon as his fingers flick on your clit.

"you want my cum flooding you? you like me that much to let me do that, huh?"

"yes!" you wail, oh the things that could bring you back from being dumbed by this man. "b-been—hah—yearning for it, please."

his approving hum thereafter just tells how pleasured he'd be to do that. you really are no fragile glass he must mind touching. you're his girl, his woman, and you own every crevice of his body. if you wish a hard one, then a hard one you'll get.

it doesn't take long for him to lose control as per your wishes—his dick slamming, the wet slaps of your skin echoing inside your bedroom in synch with your cries and his growls. much to your pleasure, he eventually traps your legs down so it wouldn't escape as he cums.

you're trapped—helplessly bound, wrists on top of your head by his hand—because you want to. because you wish for it. when he buries his dick deep inside you feel his seed gushing, emptying, as he struggles to flutter his eyes open because he wants to see your face while he empties himself. it brought you to a seemingly endless bliss.

you two take your pretty time coming off your highs.

and despite your weakened state, you still sit up to look down as his cum drips from your cunt.

you giggle softly, thinking; this wouldn't be the last time you'd ask him to do this.

ERWIN smith, LEVI ackerman, WOLFGANG grimmer, KENZO tenma, GOJO satoru, AKI hayakawa, etc.

[lazyexcuse]

Y/n:, says anything good about literally anything other than Levi, even an inanimate object.

Levi, tosses ring: “Go marry it then.”

[levisecretgfblog]

[yourname-exee]

Heyy in love with your works! I was wondering if you could write for aot? Levi reaction to someone physically threatening reader???

A/n: omg thankyouthankyou 🤍 I hope this it to your liking!

Warnings: slight trigger warning, physical acts of violence from a man. Mention of teeth.

Levi don't play about his girl

You had accidentally bumped into the stranger on your way back from the restroom causing him to spill his drink along his front.

Alcohol.

That was what stained his breath, the odor entering your nose when he got into your face, you had apologized but the man wasn't having it. He was calling you slurs and kept walking you back.

Everything happened so fast, the second the man had wrapped his fingers around your neck, slamming you back against the wall with a thud. Was the same second his face flew into the ground a couple of his teeth landed with clanks, a foot pressing into his head pushing it further into the ground causing the man to groan out and cough. You stood frozen against the wall, breathing out rough and slightly wheezy, eyes wide as you stared off. Only to come too at the sound of the man letting out another groan as your boyfriend lands another hard punch to the mans face a crack resounding, a couple of people latch themselves to Levis arms but he doesn't budge, as he rushes his fist towards the mans face once more causing the man that was on that arm to fly with it. Sending him to the ground with a groan.

'Levi'

Your soft voice cracked out, this causes Levi to snap out of his rage, eyes softening slightly as they landed on your shaken form. He easily shrugs the men off his shoulders, making his way towards you. Levi's palms rest on your shoulders before sliding down softly trying to ease the tension in your arms away by rubbing his hands up and down. He bows his head to get a better look at your neck, making sure the rat bastard didn't leave marks. Bringing his fingers up placing them to your cheek gently, thumb running under your eye as he scans your face.

'Honey are you alright?' he speaks softly his eyes searching yours. This tone, being one he only reserves for you.

You respond with only a nod. This helps relieve some of the tension in Levis shoulders as they drop slightly. He runs his fingers down your arm to lace them with yours.

'Come on let's get you home, I'll run you a warm bath and make your favorite dessert, how does that sound sweet heart?' Levi gently asks, he guides you out of the commotion and into the cool night air.

'It sounds perfect.'

[qksxzo]

Levi with a female reader :)

Reader is feeling depressed and Levi tries to cheer her up in his own Levi way. You may choose what that is.

sorry for the delay in this ! trying to schedule out my posts while i’m on vacay 😋 i had to think hard about how i wanted to write this so i hope it does not disappoint 🙏💕 i would find a place to end it and think no… this won’t do… anyways, thank you for requesting!!

as the seasons come and go

wc: 0.9k

wrapped up in your comforter, you sigh as you look out your window, rain falling heavily against your window with a vengeance. gloomy winter days like this always got you down, your seasonal depression grabbing you and shaking you vigorously to remind you the sun wouldn’t be present as often as you needed. you sigh, continuing to stare out the window glumly as you squeeze your comforter tighter around yourself.

suddenly, a teacup is placed onto your nightstand with a soft thunk, and you shift your gaze to the male blocking your view before focusing on the steaming ivory cup.

“staying in bed all day won’t help you feel better.” levi says, his tone soft to offset the harsh reality.

the bed dips underneath his weight, and he rests a hand on your hip gently, rubbing his thumb against the thick fabric of your comforter.

“i just feel so down.” you say, the tightness in your throat trying to catch your words. of course, at the admission of your feelings, you feel tears forming at the corners of your eyes before you quickly unravel from your coziness to wipe them away.

“sit up.” he orders, though his voice is so gentle not even a mouse would be frightened.

you do as he says, shifting yourself so you have one leg bent while the other sprawls beneath your blanket. resting your arm on your knee and futilely attempting to bat your tears away with your other hand, you let out a shaky breath to try to contain the cries you want to let out.

lacking the words to comfort you, levi opts to reach out to grasp your occipital, gently pulling your head to rest on his chest, “you don’t have to hold back around me.”

with a short sob, what feels like a tsunami’s worth of tears floods from your eyes and you wrap your arms around his waist, squeezing him impossibly closer to you. he smells of woody bergamot and musk, and you take a labored inhale before returning to ugly crying all over his light gray shirt.

“i’m so sorry,” you cry, and his brows contort in confusion before you continue, “i’m going to ruin your shirt with my snot.”

he scoffs, “as if i give a shit about my shirt right now.”

you let out what sounds like a mix of a sob and a laugh before you return to both crying and snotting uncontrollably into his chest. he rubs your back soothingly as you catch your breath a few minutes later, your body heaving with exhaustion. truthfully, levi has never been good with dealing with emotions, but for you he gives it his best effort. he’s seen you depressed before, especially when the sun doesn’t shine for longer than ten hours, and though lack of cleanliness bothers him immensely, he doesn’t mind when it’s you.

even when your dirty clothes pile up in the corner of your shared closet with him, he picks them up without a word of malice. even when you leave your dirty dishes by your bedside, he cares so deeply that he repeats the process.

if it meant he got to be with you forever he would gladly clean up after you when you could barely get out of bed- a small price to pay for an eternity with you.

“do you want to talk about it?”

god, you thought, “i’m so embarrassing.”

“when you say stupid shit like that, yeah.”

“i just feel like such a loser, levi. i can’t even shower without feeling exhausted and drained after, then i just rot in bed again.”

he hits a wall here, how does he tell you you’re way too self-critical of yourself without coming off as harsh or uncompassionate, “you’re not a loser. far from it.”

“you’re not very convincing.” you say hoarsely.

“well, you’ll just have to trust me then.” he says matter-of-factly, dropping his hand to rub your thigh with his thumb. “listen, i’m not the best with words, but i won’t lie to you. i would never lie to you, especially about how i see you.”

“i don’t even know what you see in me.” you choke on your words, letting out a small and swift shit escape your lips before you turn to reach for the tea that you had neglected in the midst of your breakdown.

“i see alot of things, most- if not all- of them good.”

you sigh into the cup with a sense of relief, he’d made you a london fog- your favorite. your eyes widen, you had run out of earl grey a few days ago, and you had coffee this morning due to that fact. this meant that levi must have gone to your favorite tea trader almost an hour away just to make this for you.

just to make you feel better.

suddenly you feel like crying all over again, but this time out of adoration for the stoic man in front of you, “did you go out of your way just to make me some tea?”

he turns his head to look to the floor, “it wasn’t out of my way.”

was he… shy?

your heart swells so much you think it might burst behind your rib cage as you take another sip of the tea, “i don’t deserve you.”

“you’re right, you deserve more.”

“stop it!” you swat his chest, “you’re perfect for me. i love you.”

he looks back to you, a trace of a smile on his face as he places a hand on top of your head to ruffle your hair gently, “i love you, yn. now are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

you take a deep breath taking a savory sip of your tea fusion before placing it on the coaster sitting on your nightstand. “promise you won’t judge me?”

“i would never judge the person i intend on marrying.”

with a blush and your trillionth sigh of the day, you open your mouth to relay your shortcomings to him, suddenly feeling as if you could breathe freely so long as he was around.

[cammys-imagines24]

•Being in a Relationship with Levi•

People are terrified of you.

Just because of the simple fact that you're Levi Ackerman's partner, so his scariness has by association, traveled to you as well.

You're treated with respect, everyone listens to you and goes out of their way to help you because if word got back to Levi that you had been mistreated, well...

Let's just say that it never ends well for the person who has dared to disrespect you.

He is the most thoughtful partner ever. Acts of service is his love language. He will remember everything about you.

How you like your drink of choice, your favorite flower, your favorite foods, if you're cold he will wrap his emerald cloak around you.

Your favorite flowers will show up on your bedside table with a note whenever he is away for a long time, your favorite drink, like tea or coffee, will show up on your office desk whenever you're swamped with work.

He'll memorize your fears, your dreams, your likes and dislikes.

Levi pined after you for so long before ever daring to start anything with you it's not even funny.

He's lost so many people and the thought of losing you, too, made him feel so weak and he hated feeling that way.

But then eventually he realized that he loved you whether you knew it or not, and you had made a home for yourself deep in his heart, all without trying to, so he just decided to tell you how he felt.

And since then he has had so many nightmares of you dying.

He wakes up, from what little sleep he manages to get and immediately searches for you.

The sight of you sleeping soundly, soft and warm, at his side comforts him in ways you cannot even imagine.

You don't know obviously, because you're asleep, but he will pull you close and whisper how much he loves you, grateful you're not conscious to hear the crack in his voice.

Levi may not be able to reach things on the top shelf for you, but he will personally lift you up in his arms so you'll be able to reach it yourself. Showing off just how effortlessly strong he is.

Calls you "love" in private or whispers it in your ear whenever others cannot overhear him.

Whenever you suggestively call him "Captain" he will have you bent over his desk in 10 seconds flat.

You two have had sex in his office more times than you can count.

Lowkey calls you his "wife" before you're even officially married.

Especially if you're being hit on by another man.

Levi will sidle up to your side, glare ice cold daggers at the scum, wrap an arm around the small of your waist and say to them, "Are you bothering my wife?"

They'll take one look at humanity's strongest soldier, how if looks could kill they'd be six feet under already and scamper away like a frightened mouse.

Matter of fact, Levi already bought your wedding ring a long time ago and he keeps it in his uniforms pocket always.

So whenever Levi goes out on missions, and fights titans beyond the walls, he can feel the weight of that ring and know that he has someone to return home to.

He will propose to you once the battle has been won, when the War is finally over, but until that day he will keep that ring as a reminder.

A promise to you, and you don't even know it yet.

Incredibly protective, but not in a controlling way. He knows you can handle yourself but also, you're the love of his life, so he is always ready to defend you.

There isn't anything Levi wouldn't do for you and he would protect you with his life.

He figures, you are his heart, so he will do everything he can to make sure you're both safe and alive.

[theorphicangel]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. | 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐱 (𝐟𝐞𝐦!) 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 |

[ “𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿?” ]

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

synopsis: You're pretty good at sticking to rules. Always have been. And for the past three years you would think that you've been good enough to stick to the rules of being a roommate.

Rule number one: Don’t fall in love. Under any circumstances.

Rule number two: Follow to rule number one.

Easy enough to follow.

Right?

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Chapter 4: April.

cw: suggestive themes, 18+

“Levi! Come look at this rock!”

Levi comes to a stop. He’s only a little ahead of you and yet you can already imagine the frown on his face before he turns.

“Why? So you can throw it at me? That’s attempted murder.” He deadpans.

You snorted aloud, watching him stroll over to you with his hands in his pockets.

“Hey, don’t start giving me ideas, not when we’re getting along so well. I might just use it against you, and it’s not attempted if I succeed.”

“Too bad we’re in the open. Save it for later.” Levi turns to make his way back to the path but he stops again. “Who said that we were getting along well?”

“Well, you stopped calling me an idiot for one. That really annoyed me at one point.”

Levi snorts. “I’d like to see you try and pick that shit up anyways… idiot.”

“Hange’ll help me.” You say, purposely ignoring his insult.. At your comment Levi merely rolled his eyes as, unfortunately, you had a point.

If anything Hange would agree to any stupid thing you’d say. Together you were like tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum…only twice as worse. If Levi could prevent one moment from happening, it would have been the moment that the two of you met. If he’d known that you and Hange would live up to the expectations of making Levi’s life a pure hell, he wouldn't have taken you over to Hange’s house that day.

You laugh out loud suddenly, as if you had read Levi’s personal thoughts. “Don’t tell me you actually think we’ll carry this out.”

“Wouldn’t beat it past you.” Levi spoke, turning around and heading back to the path. You follow him diligently, wanting to keep up with him.

You quickly join his side abruptly bumping into his side. With this action you smoothly link arms with him. For a second you feel his body go stiff, freezing up in surprise but shockingly he doesn’t seem to protest by it.

You lean into him slightly as you tease. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on murdering my favorite roommate just yet.”

Now it’s his turn to laugh as you both walk down the path together, taking a slow pace.

“Okay one: I’ve been your only roommate… two: ‘just yet’?... I may as well take your guilty ass down to the police station myself.”

You shrug casually, ignoring his last threat. “One: Not many people have had the ability to earn the title of favorite roommate, so be grateful you jackass… and two: sure, I’ll give you credit for being the first but what about when I move out?”

Levi frowns almost immediately, a horrible taste in his mouth at the slight proposal of your last point. Levi feels his stomach suddenly drop and he tries to keep a light hearted tone in his voice as he questions you further. “What’d you mean when you move out?”

“After I murder you, I’ll need to find a new roommate of course, I can’t pay rent by myself.”

Levi rolls his eyes again but this time his shoulders seem to drop with a sort of internal relief. Levi hopes you won’t bring that up again, not even as a joke. He’s not looking forward to that conversation. Not for a long time anyways.

“So you’ll go off and find a new victim?”

“Something like that, although I don’t think anyone else will be as annoying as you.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Levi scoffs in reply.“And where exactly are you planning to hide my body?”

“Not sure.” You murmur softly. “Wanna help me with ideas?”

“Fuck no.”

You pull a frown. “I want to find a comfortable spot for you.”

“Comfortable? I’m dead.”

“Whatever, I still want to keep your soul in peace y’know?”

“You are absolutely fucking ridiculous.” Levi mutters. “I should’ve recorded this so that I can prove to the whole world how fucking crazy you are.”

“They would never believe you.” You taunt. “Plus it was you who made the suggestion in the first place, doofus.”

“Are you sure about that?” Levi asks, tilting his head to look over at you. You notice his dark locks falling gently beneath his brow.

“Positive.”

Letting out a giggle and him a withdrawn scoff you continue to stroll down the path, arms still linked with his.

The local park was pretty quiet, give or take for a few lonesome people. You put this to the responsibility of the gloom of rain clouds approaching your overhead. You and Levi both randomly agreed to go out for a walk to clear your minds from rotting in the apartment all day. But it was suggested to you in particular.

Over the past few days Levi had noticed how you had been cooped up in your room all day, waiting for a text back from… him.

Earlier, Levi had thought for a second that you were alluding to about moving out to go live with Daniel. It was simply a joke. You didn’t even explicitly mention Daniel at all but it didn’t take long for Levi to quickly jump to conclusions.

Although you’d played it off as a lighthearted joke Levi would be lying if he said that he wasn’t worried about it turning to reality one day.

But who is he kidding? You’re only roommates. Friends even. Not…lovers. He has no right to get upset about what you choose to do in the future.

It’d be wrong to think of you as his. Completely wrong. And it’d be wrong to think of the ways you’d touch him. Particularly, late at night when he can’t sleep he’s conjuring up the ways that you would please him. It’s certainly wrong to think of you with his fist wrapped around his cock, imagining that it was yours.

How would you react?

Would you be gentle with him?

How would you sound when he touches you?

How would you sound when he enters you for the first time? When he fills you up? How would he feel when you're clenched around him? And what would the look on your face be when you–

Fuck, fuck, fuck, he shouldn’t be thinking that. Not when you’re right next to him.

“Are you alright?” You ask, noticing Levi’s silence. You felt his body suddenly stiffen.

“Yeah, yeah.” He plays off, trying to fixate his mind on anything, anything at all. Anything but you. In order to succeed in this, he thinks of the worst thing possible. And it seems to do the trick on getting his past thoughts to evaporate.

“Have you heard back from–”

He doesn’t even need to finish the sentence to get you to understand what he’s trying to say. Levi can barely say his name, mentally cursing himself for bringing him up. This walk was supposed to be an attempt to get your mind off him.

Lately, Levi’s noticed how you linger around your phone. Constantly refreshing your screen in the hope of receiving an immediate notification.

You shake your head beside him. Levi notices your facial expression drop at the topic of conversation and a sea of regret floods his entire body.

“No but…” you pause, taking a moment to search for some words. “I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation.”

“It wouldn’t be reasonable enough.” Levi mutters under his breath, and he succeeds in getting a small smirk from you. The two of you continue to walk at a slow pace down the path, a comfortable silence emerging.

“I know you hate him.”

“What made that obvious?”

You chuckle at the sound of Levi’s sarcastic tone. “From the moment he came into the apartment and forgot to take his shoes off I knew that he would never be able to live up to your expectations ever again.”

Levi huffed, as if the remembrance of that occasion physically pained him.

“But I’m sure he’s learned his lesson by now. You probably scared him off with all your glaring.”

“I was not glaring.”

“Oh yeah? And the sky is purple.”

“I didn’t say a word to him.”

“You didn’t have to.” you remarked. “It was obvious by your face that you didn’t like him.”

“That’s not my problem.”

“Try and tone it down next time.” you sigh. “I really do want to make it work with him y’know?”

“I know.” Levi says, a random feeling of dejection in his heart and it takes all of him not to add to the end of that sentence ‘but you deserve so much better.’

A crease appears between his brows at your words of a ‘next time.’

Levi hopes there won’t be a next time. Deep down he hopes that there won’t be another time of Daniel coming over invading Levi’s personal space with his shitty jokes and pathetic conversation. He hopes there won’t be a next time of witnessing how Daniel eagerly tries to show off constantly to try and win your heart, blissfully unaware that you deeply dislike it.

He hopes there won’t be a next time when Daniel comes to stay over for the night and Levi is left to hear your muffled moans through the walls. It’s a violent reminder that he’s not getting the privilege of knowing you intimately. He hopes there isn’t a next time where he has to watch Daniel sneak out through the front door, not bothering to wait until you wake with claims of work at his excuse.

Levi truly hopes that there won’t be a time where he watches your innocent heart get played with.

“Ducks.” you say randomly, causing Levi to emerge from his thoughts.

“What?”

You’ve both now reached the lake that stretches wide and far, creating an oval shape in the center of the park. Over to the right there’s a bridge that leads to the other side of the park.

“Ducks.” You repeat, now delving your hands in your pockets to look for your phone. “Lemme take a picture.”

“Swans.” Levi points out impassively.

“And ducks. Same thing.”

“Hardly.”

You ignore his last comment as your thumb clicks the white circle, taking multiple photos of the scenery despite the gray sky and all.

“Take one with me in it.” You turn towards him, holding out your phone to him. For a few seconds he merely stares at your phone in silent protest. You tilt your head in pure persuasion. “Pretty please?”

He rolls his eyes, unable to resist your somewhat adorable charm.

“Whatever.” He mumbles taking your phone as you walk ahead of him ready to pose. Levi sighed before tilting your phone landscape to get a full view of the lake and the swans behind you.

“Smile.” he deadpanned before focusing on taking the photo.

A cheesy grin spread across your face, your hands gesturing towards the swans and ducks. Levi couldn’t help but shake his head at the way you posed bashfully.

“Are you finished?” he mutters, after you start changing poses numerous times. “I think your storage is full.”

Your face drops. “Wait really?” And in a blink of an eye you’re by his side with a concerned look on your face as you glance at your phone screen. “Wait where?”

It then dawns on you that he just wanted you to stop.

“Fuck you.”

“It was for your own reputation. Murderers can’t be seen making goofy poses in the local park.”

“They were not goofy–”

Your argument soon gets interrupted by a stranger approaching and you could tell someone was coming based on the way Levi’s eyes squinted behind you and how his teasing expression began to disappear.

You turned to see an elderly woman, who you assume to be out on possibly on her daily walk.

“Excuse me, but I couldn’t help but admire the two of you and I was wondering if you would like me to take a picture of you and your boyfriend?”

The question makes you double take immediately. Your cheeks grow warm and you stutter for an answer as you and Levi both go silent.

“Oh, no he’s not my–” you begin before you’re interrupted by Levi.

“Sure.”

Levi hands her the phone, your phone, and the two of you both shuffle backwards,

At first you’re unsure of how to pose but quickly relax and wrap an arm around Levi’s waist. Once again, you can feel how his body stiffens yet he ends up positioning his arms around your shoulders.

“Thank you!” you say, taking back the phone after she had taken a few pictures.

“The two of you remind me of my late husband and I. We met when we were quite young and we’d come to this park almost every day together.” As she comes to a pause, she bows her head making your heart ache for her as she remembers her gone soulmate.

“Keep each other close and don’t take each other for granted.” The older woman murmurs her advice. “You two are a beautiful couple. Please cherish every moment you spend together and don’t regret it.”

“Oh uh– thank you.” You nod, the idea of breaking the truth now a thought that you had pushed away.

You nudged Levi discreetly, who was listening silently with a blank expression, to say his gratitude. You wave at the woman who shuffles away, heading over to the bridge.

For a moment, there was a silence between you and Levi. Neither of you are sure how to carry on from that experience.

You take the opportunity to go first. “Why would you say that?”

Levi shrugs, “It’d be more embarrassing for us if we had to explain ourselves. It’s not like it’s the first time people have assumed, so I just thought to let it–be.”

You nod slowly, coming to realize that he’s right.

It was an honest and harmless mistake and that lady was not the first to think that you and Levi were more than just roommates or friends. It has gotten pretty exhaustive and repetitive to state your friendship so now, you don’t really care about the assumptions that people make about the two of you and by the looks of it…neither does he.

A small smile reaches your lips before carrying on with your stoll and in silence the two of you admire the lake which stretches to the other half of the park. On approaching the bridge, dark clouds of rain seem to be heading your way and this is the moment where you internally curse yourself for not bringing an umbrella.

“Maybe…we should start heading back to the car.” You suggest, anxious of the heavy shade of gray that looms over you.

“I second that.” Levi murmurs, beside you. “Let’s head back.”

Making a U-turn, the two of you decide to leave the opportunity to explore the other side of the park for another day as your weather app informs of heavy rain to begin in the next ten minutes which will continue for the rest of the afternoon.

You’re a little deflated, disappointed that your day had to come to a short end. Making your way back to the car, you and Levi briskly walk in an attempt to make it back to the apartment with your bodies as dry as possible but once you felt a large raindrop fall onto your skin, you knew that the raingods had come to curse you.

“Fuck’s sake.” you mutter underneath your breath, eyes watching the once dry pavement beneath your feet soon become patterned with raindrops. In a rush, Levi grabs your hand fiercely, taking you by surprise as he continues his pace despite the rain beginning to unleash its worst.

For a second he was optimistic. Thinking that perhaps this would be a slow start before the real downpour was set but his thinking has failed him as the light raindrops turn heavy and every inch of his body seems to become an antonym to the word dry.

You pull at his hand which causes him to abruptly halt for a moment to turn and look at you.

And by god were you a sight for sore eyes.

Your face is dripping with rain, clothes dark with precipitation and your waterproof mascara suddenly not living up to its name. It’s more than obvious that you needed to get somewhere dry. You both are in need of it.

Levi looks around, scanning for a place where the two of you can find shelter, the number of people in the park now becoming scarce. Unfortunately, there’s no buildings nearby but Levi spots a large oak tree whose branches seem to provide a decent enough roof for the two of you.

His hand, albeit wet, is still tightly wrapped around yours, guiding you to the tree as you try to blink away the on coming raindrops from your eyes. It doesn’t take long for the two of you to reach your safe haven whilst the rain is still smacking against the concrete.

Contrastingly, the ground is soft underneath your feet and you can feel yourself slightly sink a little into the ground with each step. Levi, of course, makes his complaints known by cursing as loudly as he can over the rushing sound of rainfall.

“Shit, I didn’t know this would be muddy. Maybe we should go somewhere else?” His eyes were already searching for a new location, a location with shelter and of appropriate ground.

You shake your head, raindrops falling from your head. “It’s fine, I don’t want to go back out there again.”

Although the leaves of the oak tree aren’t completely dense, you’re still glad that the amount of raindrops that are now falling on you has now slowed to a much relaxed pace.

You sniffle a little, wiping off the raindrops from your face, trying as much as you can to dry yourself up but you don’t seem to get much luck from your otherwise soaked sleeves.

“You alright?” Levi asks. And now you can hear his voice a little better as the volume of the rain has quietened down.

You nod wordlessly, straining your clothes from any damp, watching as water is squeezed out of your materials. You curse aloud, only now realizing the extent of being in the rain without the umbrella. You’ll just have to manifest to the universe tonight that you won’t catch a cold but you can’t completely disregard that consequence.

“Take this.” Levi mutters before taking off his black jacket. “I mean it’s pretty soaked, but you should stay warm. You don’t want to be catching a cold.”

You smirk a little at his offer. “I’m pretty sure it’s set in stone by now, don’t worry. You should keep it on, you might catch a cold.”

“Says the one whose immune system is weaker than an egg shell.”

You roll your eyes. “Alright jerk, just ‘cause you only get sick approximately every 5 years.”

You expected a laugh from him, maybe even an insult but instead you watch the frown on his face grow deeper, him still gesturing for you to take his jacket. “You’re shivering. Take it.” His tone is a little more forceful and before you could even respond, you found comforting material wrapped around your shoulders.

It's only now that you're aware of the sudden close proximity between the two of you. His features are somehow more prominent in the rain. The front locks of his jet black hair have raindrops dripping down onto his face, dripping from his nose and sliding down his cheeks to meet his sharp jawline.

Somehow the rain just makes him look even more…attractive.

“Levi, I’m fine I swear.” You grumble, trying to distract your mind as the warmth from his body transitions to yours. Your retaliations are continuously ignored, leaving you no choice but to accept the gesture gratefully.

“Thanks.”

Levi’s eyes meet yours. “No problem.”You blink and you’re suddenly lost in them.

The gray of his iris mixed with a hint of light blue, which is apparent if you squint and you can’t help but worship their beauty.Your eyes move to glance at his lips. Pink and plump, with water dripping from his cupid’s bow. You’re not really sure why your eyes suddenly fixate on those, but your heart does seem to race faster and all of a sudden you’re now wondering how soft he would feel against your own lips, your own skin.

Looking back at him, he’s still fixated on you and the two of you are stuck like a photo in time. The only thing that reinforces the notion that you’re not living in a freeze frame is the rush of downpour that streams behind you.

Swallowing thickly, you just wonder…whether…maybe…if you just leaned in to –

You clear your throat suddenly, stepping back and sniffing. You turn away to wipe the tip of your nose.

No. Absolutely not. Get that thought out of your head.

“Sick already?” Levi presumes and there’s a hint of playfulness in his voice.

“Yeah, yeah.” You brush off. “Do you think it’ll ever calm down?”

The rush of downpour continues to aggravate the stone pavement, water dripping off the leaves above.

“Should do.”

“Or should we just run for it?”

“You’ll get sick.”

“Which is inevitable either way I’m sure.” you shrug.

Levi raises a brow. “You sure?”

“Undoubtedly sure.”

“You’ll regret it.”

Rolling your eyes, you begin to step forward where the downpour of rain doesn’t hesitate in drenching you again. “Are you coming or not, Ackerman?”

Rolling his eyes, he follows you, making a mental reminder in his mind to get his favorite stash of tea out when you both get home. Immediately.

And boy, did you regret it.

There’s nothing more you hate in life than being constrained to your bed, with endless tissues that come with an endless amount of sneezes and snot. Not to mention the sore throat or the banging headache that returns every hour even after taking medicine.

But what you hated the most was having to deal with a smugass roommate whom you had to rely on for basic needs. After multiple ‘I told you so’s’ and his own endless amount of complaints and criticism for you, you decided to fulfill his ego and express your regret for your decision.

It was bad enough that you were sick but now you had Levi taking care of you. You were currently under the pretense that he absolutely hated every single moment which, unbeknownst to you, was terribly false.

Entering your room with your third cup of tea this morning, he caught you in the midst of a sneezing fit whilst placing the steaming hot china cup down on your bedside table. And of course he loudly grimaced as he did so.

“Shut up.” you groan, your voice croaky from your illness.

“I–”

“I told you so, yeah, yeah are you finished?”

Levi frowned. “I was going to say that I could get you another pack of tissues if you wanted them?”

“Oh.” you say dumbly. “Right. That would be great thanks.”

Levi quickly disappeared from your room and arrived by the next minute, a new pack of tissues in his hands.

“Sorry.” You mumble, accepting the package.

“It’s fine.”

“It’s really not.” you sigh. “I’ve got you running around the house like a madman all because I’m sick.”

“Again.”

“Again.” you repeat, a small smile appearing across your lips.

“Thank you.” you say, after a long pause of silence.

“For what?”

You roll your eyes, honestly sometimes you really want to smack Levi against the wall. He can be so dense, which is surprising for someone who has achieved the highest grade possible at university.

“For this.” you gesture around. “For helping me out.”

He shrugged. “Nothing I haven’t done before.”

You hummed, “I’m getting pretty used to having you as my slave, maybe I won’t kill you at all.”

Levi clicked his tongue. “Don’t get too comfortable, princess.”

Whether it was the pet name or your fever spiking up again– though you wish to believe the latter– your cheeks suddenly burned and you looked away in hidden embarrassment. You cleared your throat before speaking again.

“I really do mean it though, thank you.”

Levi sat on the edge of your bed. “It’s the bare minimum I can do as your roommate.”

There it goes again. Your constant reminder.

You’re roommates, nothing more, nothing less. At the end of the day, you’re around each other merely because of a single contract.

You’re roommates, this is normal, the bare minimum.

This is what friends do. Not lovers.

Yet… you can’t stop yourself from thinking about if you were. Shaking your head you attempt to pull that thought out of your head. No, no, no, you’re with Daniel. Thinking about Levi? That would be wrong.

But could it be so wrong that he’s the only thing that you can think about late at night?

When you touch yourself underneath the sheets, it’s Levi’s name that you moan softly to yourself, fantasizing over the ways he would touch you. It’s embarrassing to admit but… Daniel’s never managed to please you properly. The only way that you can reach your full release is by imagining if it was Levi.

But it was wrong. So wrong. Yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering.

How would he touch you? What would he feel like? Would he be soft and gentle with you or the complete opposite? What would he sound like when he–

You inhale sharply which catches Levi’s attention.

“You okay?” He asks.

You nod. “Just really cold.” You play off, trying to get rid of that dirty thought about your roommate.

You couldn’t. You were loyal to Daniel, even if he seems to take weeks to respond.

You couldn’t ever because you’re pretty sure Levi doesn’t even feel the same way.

If he did then you would’ve known by now. There would’ve been a hint.

You think back to Valentine’s day. Perhaps if you didn’t have a date with Daniel would he have asked you out?

No. Don’t be stupid. You are roommates.

The number one rule of being roommates is universal: Don’t fall in love with each other.

Snapping you back to reality, Levi picks up the cup of tea on your bedside table.

You cough a little. “Levi, I’m fine, really. You don’t need to babysit me.”

“You can’t murder me if you’re sick right?”

You laugh, which soon falls to a series of heavy coughs. With his free hand, Levi rubs reassuring circles on your back, once you’re alright he holds out the teacup for you to sip. You do so obediently, the hot liquid satisfying your body. You let out a deep exhale, reclining back into your bed.

“So when I get better you’ll watch out?”

He nods, smirking a little. “I’ll always watch out for you. Always.”

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[animeficsworld]

The Knight and the Moving Castle

Levi Ackerman x Reader

Howl's Moving Castle!AU

Summary: A wounded knight stumbles into your magical world and finds more than just healing in the Moving Castle. 

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The late afternoon sun streamed into the Moving Castle’s sitting room, lighting up the worn rugs and polished wood in honeyed gold.

You were curled up in a deep armchair, a teacup balanced on your knee, listening to Calcifer grumble inside the fireplace.

It was peaceful too peaceful, you thought, considering the wild things your family was usually caught up in.

You took a slow sip of your tea.

"Hey," Calcifer crackled suddenly, startling you. His flames turned an excited blue. "I found something."

You set down your cup carefully. "Found what?"

"Someone," Calcifer said, voice urgent. "Outside. Along the path. He's not moving."

Your heart stuttered.

 You didn't even think, you just ran.

The man was lying awkwardly just beyond the winding stone path, half-shielded by the tall summer grasses. His cloak was shredded, blood crusting dark along his temple and the side of his uniform.

 He looked… fierce, even unconscious. A warrior. 

His brows were drawn tight even in sleep, his hands curled into fists like he was still fighting.

You dropped to your knees beside him.

"Calcifer," you gasped. "He's hurt."

"Bring him inside!" Calcifer barked. "I’ll heat the water!"

It took every ounce of strength you had to help drag the man into the Moving Castle. 

You spent the next hours working, washing blood from his hair, cleaning wounds, stitching torn skin with trembling hands.

He never woke.

 Not the first day.

 Not the second.

 Not even the third.

You kept talking to him anyway, telling him about your parents, Howl and Sophie, about your childhood spent between a flower field and a castle that wandered the edges of the earth.

 You told him he was safe.

 You told him he was welcome.

And when you thought he might slip away anyway, you fell asleep beside him, head resting lightly on the edge of the couch where he lay.

When you woke, it was to a low, strained voice.

"Where... am I?"

You jerked upright, blinking rapidly.

His eyes were open, sharp gray, burning with confusion and fear.

"You're safe," you said immediately, holding your hands up so he wouldn't bolt. "You're in my home. You're badly hurt, you need to rest."

The man tried to sit up, teeth gritted, but he swayed and almost collapsed.

 You caught his shoulder without thinking.

"Easy," you murmured. "You're still healing."

"Who are you?" he rasped, frowning at you.

You smiled gently. "I'm Y/N. This is the Moving Castle. You’re... far from any battlefield."

His eyes flicked to the strange walls, the fireplace where Calcifer pretended to be a normal flame, the floating bits of magic that twinkled in the air.

"You’re not a sorcerer," he said, suspicious.

"No," you laughed softly. "But my father is. I just live here."

He swallowed thickly. "I have to get back. I'm a knight. The king-"

"You’ll die if you move too much," you interrupted, heart pounding. "I’m serious. You’re not going anywhere until you're strong enough."

He glared at you.

You glared right back.

For a long moment, the two of you stared each other down the stubborn knight and the stubborn daughter.

Finally, he slumped back against the pillows, exhausted and scowling.

"...Fine," he muttered. "But only until I can walk."

You smiled in quiet triumph.

 "Deal."

Days stretched into weeks.

You learned his name, Levi.

Sir Levi Ackerman, the King's fiercest knight, the man who never lost a fight.

You watched him heal slowly, his body stubborn but determined.

You caught him studying the castle's strange, endless rooms, listening quietly when you read aloud from your battered old books, scowling into his tea as it had personally offended him.

"You don't have to glare at it," you teased one evening, setting down your own cup.

Levi shrugged stiffly. "It's too sweet."

"You’re too sour," you said, grinning. "Balance."

For a second you thought you saw the faintest tug at the corner of his mouth.

A smile trying to form.

You spent your days teasing it out of him, little by little.

 You caught him helping Calcifer by accident. You found him fixing the hinges on a creaky door. You walked with him along the flower fields when he grew strong enough, his cloak moving in the wind.

He watched you when you thought he wouldn’t notice.

Like he was memorising you.

One evening, you sat on the castle steps together. The world smelled like sweet grass and magic.

Levi spoke quietly.

"I was supposed to die out there," he said, not looking at you. "That's the way it usually ends for men like me."

"You didn’t," you said, voice equally soft. "You found your way here."

He glanced sideways at you, something raw and sharp flickering in his gaze. "Maybe I wasn’t supposed to survive."

"Maybe you were," you said simply. "Maybe you were meant to find something else."

His hand brushed yours, so faint you almost thought you imagined it.

Your heart leapt into your throat.

"Something else," he repeated under his breath as if tasting the words.

You turned toward him, breath caught.

"Stay," you whispered. "Please."

He stared at you like you were the first thing he'd ever truly seen.

And then, he smiled.

Small. Honest. Beautiful.

"I will," he said roughly. "For you." he soon leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss. A kiss filled with promise and love. A kiss to seal you into his heart.

Levi never went back to the battlefield.

Not because he was too weak.

But because he had finally found something stronger than duty.

He found love.

In the magic.

In the Moving Castle.

In you.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ .

[animeisfornerdz]

Step-Siblings || Levi Ackerman

Synopsis - An accidental meeting in an empty mess hall with your step-brother leads to an accidental confession.

Warnings - NSFW.

Word Count - 2.9k.

{Caffeinate Me}

“She’s Captain Levi’s step-sister,” came the whispers as you walked through the training grounds. You rolled your eyes as you continued to walk towards the mess hall, already fed up of hearing about how you were Levi’s sister for today. You heard it every day, even though you’d been with the Survey Corps years now and it was draining you. You knew the mess hall would be empty, perfect for a cup of tea and a quick relax before you got yourself back to training. No one would dare pull you up on your actions, even if they weren’t allowed. They always feared you would tell your ‘big brother’ or act coldly towards them, when you would never do either of those things. You fought your own battles and your demeanour was the complete opposite to that of your step-brother. You walked into the mess hall and scanned the room, double checking it was empty before you made yourself a cup of tea. When you poured the hot liquid into a tea cup, you sat down at a long rectangular table and blew on the steam rising from the cup in hopes of cooling it down quicker so you could drink it and get back to training before anybody noticed you were missing. You closed your eyes and sat back on the chair thinking about the day you had ahead. There would be more and more people talking about how you were the Captain’s step-sister and you needed to mentally prepare yourself for that. You were so focused on calming yourself down that you didn’t even hear anybody enter the mess hall. 

“Y/N,” came a voice. His voice: your step-brother. Your eyes shot open and you sat up on your chair straight before addressing him. 

“Levi,” you said with a polite nod. 

“What’re you doing in here?” He asked, surveying the room. He noticed it was empty and was wondering why you were in there all alone. 

“Just needed a break from training,” you replied with a shrug, finally taking a sip of your tea that was now at the perfect drinking temperature. 

“A break from training?” Levi asked, to which you nodded in reply. “Anybody know about this ‘break’?” 

You shook your head. “No, of course not. But even if they did, no one would dare stop me.” Levi looked at you quizzically, waiting for you to explain yourself. “Well, they’re scared I'll tell you or I’ll act like you towards them. They all talk about it, you know? That I’m your sister.”

Levi sighed and took a seat opposite you. “So I’ve heard.” 

“And it’s so draining, you know? I hear it everyday, from people I both know and don’t know. It’s frustrating!” 

“I know it can be,” Levi said stoically even though he was trying his best to sympathise with you. “But you just have to ignore it the best you can.” 

“Ignore it? It’s everywhere I go. I hear them talking about it when I’m trying to sleep,” you groan, placing your tea cup on the table and throwing your hands up in the air. “I’m done.”

“You’re done?” 

“Yeah. I’m done. I quit. I don’t want to be in the Survey Corps anymore.”

Levi couldn’t help but smirk at your reaction and shake his head. “That’s a little over dramatic don’t you think?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” you shrugged. 

Levi leaned in closer to you and placed his hands on the table in order to gain your wavering attention. “Then make me understand.” You sat in silence for a moment, not sure how you could make him understand your frustration or current situation. Levi stared at you, waiting for your response but nothing came out of your mouth. “It’s not so bad, you know?” 

“What isn’t?” 

“Being known as my sister,” Levi shrugged. “I always have people passing me in the corridors and telling me how great you are. Some even ask me for your hand in marriage.”

You raised an eyebrow at his words, completely surprised. “Really? No one has ever shown any romantic interest in me. Not that I care anyway.” 

“I know how much you want to get married and start a family,” Levi said. “Don’t try and convince me you wouldn’t care if someone took a romantic interest in you.”

“I wouldn’t!” You shriek quietly. “Not like I can do that anyway now I’m in the Corps.” 

“Anything is possible Y/N,” Levi mumbled, his eyes boring into your own. 

“Who?” You asked, staring back at him. 

“Does it really matter?” He scoffed. 

“Well yeah. If someone likes me, I’d like to know who.”

Levi stayed quiet for a minute, clearly thinking whether or not he should tell you before he opened his mouth to speak. “Oluo.” You pulled a face of disgust the second his name left Levi’s lips causing Levi to chuckle lightly. “Not your type?” 

“Definitely not my type,” you replied, sticking your tongue out as if you had tasted something disgusting. 

“Well, he’s keen on marrying you.”

“Well, I think I’ll pass,” you replied, taking another sip of your tea. Levi nodded in understanding, but amusement was still evident on his face. He knew that Oluo wasn’t your type, that’s why he found it so amusing. There was another few minutes of silence between the two of you before you opened your mouth. “What about you? Anyone you wanna marry?” Levi hesitated before shaking his head, however his hesitation didn’t go unnoticed by you. You raised an eyebrow at him but chose to ignore his lack of answer. Instead, you changed subjects completely. “How’s training going?”

“As if I need to train,” he said jokingly, despite his usual stoic demeanour. 

“Ha ha very funny,” you rolled your eyes. “Some of us aren’t naturally talented, like you.”

“Well, if you were an Ackerman by blood, you would be. But you’re not. So you’re not,” Levi pointed out, lips curving into a smile. 

“Touche,” you replied, finishing your tea and accidentally slamming the cup on the table. “I should get back to training.” Levi didn’t acknowledge your words, instead he remained still, eyes lingering over your form. “Something the matter, Levi?”

“You’re so…” he stopped and gulped before finishing his sentence. “Beautiful.” 

You stopped in your tracks, blinking rapidly at him. “I’m sorry?” You asked, wanting to make sure you heard him correctly. 

“Don’t make me say it again,” he groaned. “I didn’t even mean to say it the first time.”

“You think I’m… beautiful?” 

Levi bit the inside of his cheek before nodding slowly, eyes analysing your every reaction. “I think you’re gorgeous, actually.” 

You were shocked at Levi’s words. So shocked that you had to sit back down from your current standing position and lean back in your chair. You couldn’t deny that your step-brother was handsome and you couldn’t deny that you felt something for him, but he was your step-brother. It felt wrong. “Levi,” you mumble under your breath, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Levi said sternly. 

“Like what?” You asked, genuinely confused. 

“Like you want to kiss me or kill me, I can’t make it out,” he said. He sounded as if he had been winded, he was breathless. 

“You’re my brother,” you said.

“Step-brother,” Levi corrected you, nodding his head slightly in your direction. “Dammit I wish I never opened my mouth.”

You weren’t sure what to say. With shaky hands, you leaned on the arm rests to help yourself stand up and walked slowly over to Levi. Even though he was so close, each step felt like a lifetime. Once Levi realised you were walking towards him and not past him to leave the room, he too stood up. It was as if everything went in slow motion. When you reached Levi, you cupped his face with your hands and pressed your lips to his quickly. You weren’t sure what to expect, considering his admission, but you didn’t expect him to wrap his arms around you and pull your body closer to his, a soft moan of approval leaving his lips. Levi’s lips were chapped and dry against your soft ones, yet it somehow felt right. Your lips continued to dance across his as your hands fell to his shoulders, massaging them slowly. Soft sounds continued to erupt from Levi’s throat as your hands began to trail his body. 

“Levi,” you whispered softly against his lips before pulling away. Levi’s eyes were still closed as you pulled away and he groaned before opening them to stare at you. 

He cleared his throat and looked around the room. “Yeah?” 

“Do you really think I’m beautiful?” 

“Exquisite,” he replied, chasing your lips with his once more. Both of your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned into the other's body. Your movements became more desperate and you began to tug at your uniform, eager for more. “Not here,” Levi gasped against your lips once he realised what you were doing. 

“Not here?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. 

Levi shook his head, stepped back from your body and stretched out his hand to you. “Follow me.” You nodded and followed as Levi left the mess hall, walking past soldiers who saluted him respectfully and whispered about, of course, how you were step-siblings with him. Levi stopped outside his office and opened the door quickly. “Get inside,” he said sternly. You stepped into the office and Levi slammed the door shut behind you. Within seconds he had you pressed against the door, locking it while his lips smashed against yours. “Here. Here is safe.”

You quickly unbuttoned your shirt, allowing it to fall to the floor as Levi’s lips continued to mash against your own. He was clumsy and desperate, you could tell this was either incredibly new to him or he hadn’t done this alot. You shook your head lightly, trying to get the thoughts out of your mind as you attempted to unbutton Levi’s shirt. He helped you whilst still kissing you, allowing his shirt to join yours on the floor. Your shaky hands trailed down his smooth, toned chest and you couldn’t help but let out a groan at the feeling of his bare skin underneath your fingertips. “Shit, Levi,” you whispered, pulling away from his lips to look at him. “Are we really doing this?” 

“Yeah,” he said, lips skimming yours once more before making their way down to your neck. He kissed, licked and sucked the skin on your neck making sure to mark you for days to come. He didn’t care who would see them or who would question them in the future. He would proudly own up to being the one to leave such marks on your delicate skin. Your fingers fumbled with his trousers, unbuckling them before attempting to push them down his muscular legs, however, you needed some help. Levi chuckled and helped you push them down, allowing them to pool at his ankles before he stepped out of them. Your eyes trailed down his body, truly admiring how muscular he was underneath the Scouts uniform. You felt arousal grow in your stomach and a familiar ache settle between your legs that you knew had to be quenched now. You pushed Levi onto the sofa that resided in the middle of his office and removed your own trousers quicker than you ever thought possible. Then, you climbed onto Levi’s lap, lips attacking him in a ruthless assault. A chuckle came from his throat at your eagerness, but you chose to ignore him, not in the mood for jokes or banter. You wanted him and you wanted him now. 

Your hips grinded against Levi’s causing him to gasp at the sudden sensation. You could feel his hardened cock against your clothed cunt and looked down to see his length outlined through his boxers. It made your mouth water. You wanted to tut at yourself, scold yourself for how pathetic you were being for a cock but you couldn’t help it. This was unlike anything you had experienced before and you never wanted it to end. Levi’s hands cupped your breasts and pushed them together before playing with your nipples through your bra. “Don’t tease me,” you growled. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Straight to it eh?” Levi said with a mischievous grin plastered on his lips.

“Yeah,” you gasped, pushing your underwear down your legs and throwing them across the room to find later. Levi’s eyes widened as he watched you reveal your pussy to him, but he didn’t get a second to admire you since you were already pulling down his boxers. 

“O-Oh,” Levi gasped as the cool air from the open window hit his now revealed and fully hardened cock. 

You lowered yourself onto him, allowing his tip to probe your entrance. Although Levi was often classed as a ‘small’ man, he was certainly well endowed. His cock was thick and large, curved slightly to the right but nothing abnormal. If this was your first time you would have wondered if he’d fit inside of you, but you were an expert at these things. Levi bit his bottom lip as his tip slipped past your entrance easily, stretching your tight hole. Inch by inch, you sucked him in and you both moaned simultaneously as he bottomed out inside of you. “Holy fuck, Levi,” you whimpered, throwing your head back. Levi’s hands grasped your hips and kept you still on his cock to ensure he didn’t cum straight away, because God knows he wanted to. 

“Stay still,” he managed to choke out, his voice almost begging you. You nodded and did as he told you, remaining as still as you could for a few moments. When he was ready for you to move, he tapped your hips gently. You smiled down at him and slowly began to move your hips against him. Levi immediately let out a strangled moan as you lifted yourself off of his cock and slammed yourself back down again until his heavy balls slapped against your arse. “You - holy shit - we’re really doing this,” he sputtered out.

“Yeah, yeah we are,” you whispered breathlessly as your pace sped up a bit. Levi’s hands grasped your hips tighter as he helped you bounce on his cock effortlessly. You were both biting your bottom lips in an attempt to keep yourself as quiet as possible, after all the walls weren’t soundproof.  

Levi couldn’t help but move his hips, thrusting upwards into your cunt, his cockhead kissing your cervix deliciously. You could feel him twitching inside you with each movement you made and it only brought your orgasm closer to the surface and so you dropped a hand from his neck to your legs, slowly circling the bundle of nerves between your legs. “What are you doing?” Levi asked, slightly confused as he watched you with wide eyes. 

“Gonna cum,” you whispered softly, screwing your eyes shut tight as you quickly pulled your hand away from your clit and stopping your movements momentarily, allowing you to squirt onto Levi’s torso. Levi was stunned as you sprayed him, and moaned loudly at the feeling of your cunt contracting around him. It felt too good, he didn’t know how long he could last for with you squeezing him like this. 

“That was, ah fuck, that was incredible,” Levi groaned, eyes rolling into the back of his head as you began your movements once more. This time you were rougher, harsher and faster and Levi wanted to cry out from how good he was feeling and so he did. Tears sprung to his eyes and he quickly kissed you to distract you from his sudden crying. “Y/N, I’m going to cum,” Levi gasped breathlessly. His hands gripped your hips as tight as he possibly could and he knew that there would be bruises there later, but neither of you cared. His hips met yours as he pounded up into you desperately before spilling his warm cum deep inside of you. You felt his cock twitch and you continued to bounce on him for a few more seconds until you were satisfied that you had milked him dry before you halted your movements. You collapsed onto Levi’s chest, listening to his heart beating rapidly and the sound of his shallow breathing as he stroked your hair softly. Pressing a kiss to your hair, Levi whispered a quiet thank you. You were too fucked out to respond, but you did look into his eyes momentarily before softly pressing your lips to his once again. This time, the kiss was more chaste and loving than the heated kisses of earlier. Levi wrapped his arms around your waist and manoeuvred you both so you were lying down on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. After a few minutes of listening to each other’s breathing and Levi tracing patterns on your arm, he broke the silence. “You,” was all he said. 

“Huh?” You asked softly, turning to face him with furrowed eyebrows. 

“You asked me before who I wanted to marry,” he said quietly. “It’s you. It’s always been you.” Tears flooded to the front of your eyes as you stared at him in bewilderment. You didn’t know what to say, so instead you just kissed him. Levi kissed back eagerly before pulling away and smiling down at you. “You should rest. We have a big day of training tomorrow.”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, your eyes already closing. 

Levi began to hum a soft tune to lull you to sleep and within minutes you were snoring lightly against his chest. He smiled down at you and pressed a final kiss to your forehead. “Sleep well Y/N.” 

[loveackermannn]

☰ ANYTHING FOR YOU –.ೃ࿐ 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧.

levi swears that he's a clean freak – that he can't bare to even come into contact with anything remotely filthy.. but it came to your surprise that on your sick days, he won't waste a second to be by your side the whole time.

levi swears that he's a clean freak, until he's literally laying right beside you and keeping a warm cloth on your forehead. he isn't afraid to be within the proximity of you so much so that he himself could get sick – but he didn't care.

"you'll get sick though, levi.."

"to hell with that. as long as you get better, i'll take care of myself later."

levi swears that he's a clean freak, but then the moment you feel yourself needing to vomit, he's gathering your hair in a ponytail with a small bucket placed in front of you. he didn't give one thought about what splattered on the bed sheets or the mess he'd have to clean up later.. all that mattered was you in that moment.

"i'm sorry. i got some on your shirt, i shouldve-"

"don't you dare apologize. forget about my shitty shirt, you okay? here, i'll get you some water."

levi swears that he's a clean freak, until he's wiping the snot from your nose with his handkerchief, letting you blow your nose until it felt empty. his brows furrowed with concern to which you thought was disgust at first – it's hard to read him sometimes.

"you don't have to do this. i know it can be gross for you."

"i want to do this, love. just blow, it's okay i've got you."

levi swears that he's a clean freak but when it comes to you, he'd push it all aside, forgetting that he used to wipe his blades on the battlefield after a bloody attack or how repulsed he felt living in the underground. he had forgotten what it felt like because now, he'd do absolutely anything for you, even if it meant getting his hands dirty every now and then.

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