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aena1179 · 4 months ago

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FOR THE FIRST TIME, I WANTED SOMEONE’S COMPANY OUTSIDE OF MY OWN

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Levi x fem!reader

(A/N): Apologies this isn’t the most romantic fic ever, this is my first time writing for levi/my first fic ever ^^ Sorry its a bit long!!!

But please enjoy!! ╰ (´꒳`) ��💕

Summary:after a long day of training you can’t seem to fall asleep. Deciding to take a walk to fall asleep, you find levi in the library awake and decide to join in on his alone time. The strict Captain Levi, finds himself feeling unfamiliar feelings towards you.

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It’s been a couple months since you officially became a scout in the survey corps. Luckily for you, your hard work and efforts had reflected greatly. With that, you had been granted a position within the Levi squad. After demonstrating your skills in combat as well as cooperation with your colleagues, it didn’t take long for the captain to notice.

It was a busy day and you’d just returned back with the captain and his squad. After going outside the walls for a long excruciating day of training, the all you could think about was sleep.

Dragging your feet back to your own room, your muscles ached from the ODM gear. Reaching down, you massage your own sore calves with your hand before taking off your boots and the rest of your uniform; dressing in something more casual. You eye your bed practically collapsing in it, not even bothering to pull the covers up. You close your eyes hoping to get some sleep before you have to go through the same hell the next day.

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A few minutes go by before turning into ten minutes. Then into twenty. Then to an hour…. The whole time, you toss and turn trying to get your restless body to sleep.

“Damn it…”

You toss and turn for a few more minutes deciding whatever is keeping you awake isn’t going to let up anytime soon.

Sitting up now, you turn to your door glancing at it. Maybe if you just walked around a bit, that could get you drowsy enough to finally want to rest. You sit up heading towards the door, putting on more comfortable shoes before heading out.

Opening the door, you walk out into the hallway. As expected, the dimly lit space is empty. What is usually bustling with other scouts and conversations is still at this hour. Not a single person in sight as most people had retired to their rooms at this hour.

Walking down the halls, the sounds of crickets chirp outside, the moonlight seeping in through the windows spaced out throughout the hallway. As you walked, throughout the halls, you see a dim light leak out from the library.

“Did someone seriously leave their lantern and forget about it?”

You walk closer to the library in a couple strides seeing the door slightly creaked open. Deciding to go in and shut the lantern off yourself, you open the door. Just as you open it, your eyes meet a small table where a teacup was placed a long with a chair accompanied by a body.

“Captain?”

Your eyes catch his as he glances up from his book. The hues of his eyes illuminated by the lantern’s light, his expression unable to read.

“You’re up late.” you say surprised to see the captain up at such an hour. Isn’t he tired from training everyone today? Why is he in the library? *Does* this guy ever sleep?

Levi sighs, putting his book down before he glances back at you.

“I can say the same about you. Is there a reason you’re wondering the halls this late?” he questions you furrowing his brows.

“I couldn’t sleep.” you respond honestly.

“So you decide to bother me?” he says looking at you with a slight frown.

You clear your throat shaking your head.

“Well honestly, no. I just saw a light coming from here and I thought someone lousily left it on—went to go shut it off.” you motion to the lamp.

Levi sits silently for a moment, taking a sip of his tea before he responds. This time, more of a light response escapes his lips.

“Well, I guess everyone has their moments of restlessness.”

Levi’s mind conjures for a moment as he looks at you. “Would you like to sit down?” his offer seeming sudden.

“You want me to join you?” you’re surprised the captain offers you such; feeling a bit bad for protruding on his alone time.

“Well it’s better than you standing in the middle of the room” he says with a monotone voice.

I laugh slightly, more awkwardly than anything. Walking over to him, I take a seat in the other chair divided by the small table.

“What’s the book you’re reading?” you ask looking at novel by him. In which he picks back up, handing it to you in silence for you to read the back.

“Nothing really interesting then?” you say with a more amused tone.

“Nothing in here is honestly.” he says, tone slightly more relaxed. “Anything worth reading wouldn’t be in here. Tch. Guess the regiment has more important things to spend the shitty budget on.”

You laugh entertained by his remarks.

“It’s not that bad.”

Levi shoots you a look saying otherwise. His expression saying “Really?”

Theres a bit of an awkward silence after, levi takes another sip of his tea. You twiddle your thumbs looking around the room, setting the book he handed you from your lap back on the table.

During the silence you glance when he reaches for his teacup. His eyes look tired, yet he’s still up right now. The light contours his face, etching his features. His raven black hair absorbs the light, strands fallen in front of his face. A strong, yet soft look to his appearance.

…

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” his voice interrupts the silence as he sets his cup back down looking at you.

“I’m not sure, maybe it’s whats in the air tonight. My body is exhausted from the training, I don’t know why I can’t get myself to fall asleep.” you explain rubbing the back on your neck.

“Hm.” he responds. “You wouldn’t be as sore if you were landing right with your feet.” you feel his gaze drop to your legs, pointing to then same aching area where you massaged earlier. “You put some much pressure onto your feet when you land, too stiff. I know you know how to maneuver good in ODM gear. However, with too much tension..you’re eventually going to hurt yourself.”

He looks back up at you. He sees your expression after he explained to you your efforts. His eyes search yours before he speaks again.

“You’re sore aren’t you?” he says as if reading your mind.

Your shoulders slump as he looks right through you. And you nod reluctantly admitting it. Which in return, earns you a shake from levi’s head to your response and a sigh.

“Aside from that,” he pauses. “you did good today. You worked well with everyone and used your gas sparingly.” he says cutting you slack.

You smile. “Thank you captain.”

“Don’t let it get to your head.” he says quickly following.

Laughing, you look at him smiling before you open your mouth to speak again. “I think it got to my head.”

“Hmph.” he looks over at you and your overly confident face. Some brat.

He goes to take another sip from his cup, realizing it’s empty. He places it back down, where he glances a glimpse of your smile. Something about it flashes to him for a second that tugs his strings. Immediately disregarding it, he glances away calmly.

“So, whats your reason for not sleeping?” you ask making conversation.

“I never can sleep.” he replies shortly. “And when I can, it’s only a few hours.”

You frown again from hearing him explain his situation. His response drawing close to chalking it up to insomnia. “That sounds like hell, I’m sorry captain.”

He shrugs. “Nothing to do about it, it’s fine.”

“No it isn’t.” you object looking at him concerned.

Levi looks at your expression, seeing your brows contorted to worry makes him feel kind of guilty for sharing it. His mind is not sure why he would care so much.

Before you try and lecture him on sleep, you close your lips. You feel bad trying to fight him on something that isn’t your issue, adjusting in your seat. “I probably shouldn’t even be talking— you move to cross your leg over the other while adjusting in your seat accidentally bumping the table.

In a flash, your actions bump the empty cup off the table causing it to come crashing to the ground. Your eyes widening.

Shit.

Standing up you apologize frantically to Levi as he look’s at his favorite teacup, now shattered on the ground. He himself getting up. His expression not amused.

“Im so sorry—sir I didn’t mean to do that! Shit-i’m so..so sorry.” you move to pick up the pieces hurriedly.

You pick them up one by one into your hand, looking around for somewhere to dump them before he places his hand on your shoulder. You look across to him. He’s crouching down to pick them up with you.

You hear him sigh before he says with a tone that doesn’t give away any anger or frustration. “It was an accident. Don’t just freak out and pick them up like that, idiot.”

He walks over to grab an old bucket across the library halfway full of old crumbled papers. Walking back over, he crouches down with the bucket. “In here.” his tone flat.

You mutter a quiet thank you, picking up a large shard. You think to yourself, “Of course, too tired to not bump your captain’s favorite cup off a table, but not tired enough to go to bed earlier. None of this would have happened.”

“Don’t.”

“What?” you say coming back from your thoughts. “

“It happened. It was just a cup. Don’t sit there sulking about it.” he says almost in a…comforting way?

I nod picking the last piece up.

They say lighting doesn’t strike twice yet, here you are on the world’s shittiest luck streak. Stupidly, picking it up the shard by the sharp end. It slices through tip of your finger open;the slit bleeds from flesh color to a red hue, as a bead of blood drips from the newly opened cut on your finger. Causing you to drop the shard back onto the wooden floor of the library.

Levi watches as you do so, his expression changes from unreadable to a flash of concern as he puts the bucket down.

“Okay, stop.” he says picking the shard into the bucket himself placing the bucket down behind him. “Now you *are* tired.”

“I was just not looking it’s fine.” you say backing yourself up but also feeling a tinge of embarrassment.

Your wrist is grabbed.

You watch as his hand reaches out for yours grasping your wrist, his other hand going for his cravat. He turns your hand over looking at the finger bleeding. The moment between the two of you silent.

“What are you-hey I can do that myself I don’t need your help-

“I don’t really care if you can do it on your own.” he says as he dabs at your finger wrapping the cloth around it.

You look at him tending to your cut, your cheeks dust a light pink as you look away. His hand gently is gripping yours still. Eventually pulling away as he stops the bleeding.

“Thank you… captain.” you say quietly.

“Levi.” he says softly. “Just, Levi.”

Your cheeks burn red, Levi noticing the change, lingers on your face with his eyes for a moment and then stands back up.

You stand up yourself, looking at the bucket and then back to him. “I should try and sleep again.”

Levi looks down at your hand still slightly bothered by the cut, confused in his mind as to why. Then, back at you. “That would be a good idea. I’ll probably do the same.”

You feel a bit awkward leaving, apologizing again for the cup and making your way to the door.

Before you leave, he looks at you and the words spill out of his mouth.

“Try and actually sleep this time.” he says quietly. “I expect you up early for tomorrow mornings training. And..”

He pauses.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” his tone soft.

I look at him smiling gently, waving. “You too. Try to sleep.”

He nods.

“Goodnight.” he says softly.

“Goodnight cap-goodnight, Levi.” you say, his name, thinking of how it slides off your tongue easily. You feel your stomach swirl a bit thinking it’s just because you’re tired.

“God, i’m not going to kill you for saying my name. You can relax saying it.” he says slightly fond of hearing you say his name. His face remaining straight.

You smile feeling a bit better leaving after he says that to you. Waving again, you walk off towards your room for the night leaving levi along again in the library.

Levi stands where he is for a moment before thinking. His eyes a bit softened along with his whole face. Was he too harsh? Why did it matter? Why is he still thinking about it, stop it.

He looks at the bucket seeing the shards, thinking about his cup. He knows he should be upset by his cup breaking still, and while he is a bit disappointed by the inconvenience. He can’t find any annoyance behind the thought.

The silence in the room pours back in reminding him, he’s free to his alone time again. Only now, the silence is what irritates him. Thoughts flood his mind thinking back to you breaking the cup and instead of any anger, he thinks about your face. Your features. Those features that claw into his consciousness making him feel a way he doesn’t like. The tugging feeling returns to him in his chest and he feels *his* very own face heating up, very slightly.

You had dug into the captain’s head. Planting the seed of alternate feelings towards you.

Looking one last time at the bucket and then to a small window in the library. He stares into the mixture of stars in the sky.

“For the first time, I wanted someone’s company outside of my own.”

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“And I don’t hate that feeling.”

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whattheheckmidoriya · 1 year ago

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A Million Tomorrows

Description: Change was inevitable. Levi couldn't deny he felt it coming, nor could he deny the dread pooling his stomach at the thought of tomorrow. You seem to have a way of easing those fears off his shoulders.

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing: Post-war Levi x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: AOT s4 spoilers, survivor's guilt. Let me know if I've missed something!♡

Author's Note: Hi, my loves!! It's been so long since I've had something to share with y'all, and I'd been working on this piece for a while, so I hope you all enjoy it!

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Something in the air told him change was coming.

It unsettled him, the idea of not knowing what was to come in this new chapter of his life. How could the tides shift and the seasons change so effortlessly while his tortured mind remained in the past? How could he be expected to turn the page when there was still so much he didn't understand?

Levi Ackerman didn't fear many things in life, but change terrified him. He wasn't ready for it, at least he didn't think so. The world's orbit seemed to speed up just enough to leave him behind, alone and abandoned. He couldn't keep up, couldn't keep a steady enough pace to remain one with the times.

He was falling behind and didn't know how to cope with the fact. Humanity's Strongest had withered away the second war was no more and Levi Ackerman didn't know how to pick up the pieces, didn't know how to move on now that he no longer bore a soldier's purpose over his shoulders.

He was nothing but a hopeless man, aimlessly stumbling through this life, yet something bloomed within him now that his nights were spent by your side. Indeed, he was hopeless— hopelessly in love and devastated by the fact. How terrifying, to get lost in the warmth of your touch and seek refuge under your sweet embrace— to slink away from the world to satisfy his greedy desires of basking in your love.

You'd created something in him, something so beautiful it chilled his blood in fear. How exciting; how terrifying.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, the warm painting of an afternoon sky slowly being consumed by the rolling of darkened clouds. Levi sighed, nursing a cup of tea in one hand while the other absent-mindedly traced patterns over the arm of his chair. His healing leg bounced over the wooden porch floors, almost impatiently.

Sitting idly always made him anxious. Though he always appreciated being able to savor his alone time, he often found himself seeking comfort in your presence. He'd picked up little habits that reassured him everything was okay— that you were okay. Holding your hand would subtly turn into his fingers sliding over your wrist, searching for your steady pulse. Caressing your cheeks allowed him to be close enough to feel your breath fanning over his skin, easing his nerves. He shyly started offering to bathe together, taking the opportunity to look over you, easing his mind with the knowledge that the scars on your skin were slowly fading with the passage of time.

The war hadn't taken you from him, yet he feared you'd vanish if he dared look away.

Music streamed from within the house, a melody you had claimed to be your favorite the moment you heard it on the radio. He had to admit, he liked it too, the familiarity of it enough to distract his racing mind. If he listened closely enough, he could make out the sound of your voice softly following the words to the song. The corners of his lips quirked into a tiny smile.

Love had made him soft.

Levi waited for you to join him on the porch, the tea in his hand now lukewarm. He cringed. He never liked the taste of cold tea.

A puff of air rushed past his lips as the sky opened up its gates, allowing for the land to be cleansed with a fresh wave of rain. He hummed nonchalantly. He never cared much for the rain, always despising how his shoes would sink into thick puddles of mud in the aftermath.

What a bother, he thought as a chilling breeze nipped at his skin and tousled his hair.

The former captain perked up at the sound of footsteps, relief pooling his chest. You'd finally decided to join him. As the door swung open, he turned in his chair to greet you but wouldn't get the chance to as you sped past him, leaping off the steps of the porch and into the rain.

A breathy laugh spilled out of your mouth, something beautiful and free."This is so nice!" You beamed, spreading your arms wide as the rain soaked your clothes. Wonder twinkled brilliantly in your eyes, your grin a wild thing that made your lover's chest ache.

He wondered, had your smile always been this big? No, he doesn't think so. Something was different— it felt new. A quick tug to his heartstrings had his mismatched eyes following you attentively. He could feel it in his bones, dripping down his stomach, pooling around his toes. Today's different.

Levi gaped at you, shaking his head. "Get out of the rain," he urged, wheeling his chair close to the porch railing. "You'll get sick."

He remembered having this conversation with you years before, both of you clad in torn uniforms, brandishing green cloaks, and worn-out boots. The scene was all too familiar, but your laughter was now wild, void of shame. Too many were the times he had to usher you back into the barracks, scolding you for being so careless. He could no longer count how many times he'd had to rush out of his office to drag you away from the ruthless downpour of a storm, nearly having to toss you over his shoulder to get you somewhere dry. You always said there was something about the rain that made you feel brand new. He always said you were crazy. But he couldn't say no to you now, not when something devilish and daring lingered in your gaze.

You merely turned to him, sticking out your tongue in retaliation. He scoffed.

Thunder roared a little closer now, and your smile only widened. You hollered in response, and your arms stretched up to the heavens. Oh, how sweet the taste of freedom, so fierce and lively.

"C'mon," Levi called after you, setting down his cup of tea. "It'll only get colder." He could already feel a chill crawling up his spine. Perhaps he should be seeking some towels to wrap you in— some warm blankets, too.

Instead of heeding his wishes, you ran further into the growing storm, your boots splashing into every puddle your feet stumbled upon. Mud splattered onto your ankles, tainting the dress that fell just past your knees. You jumped and twirled, laughter spilling past your lips with a joy so raw it seeped into your lover's ears like a sacred melody.

"Wait," He shouted as lightning struck, his heart pounding in his chest. Flashes of white and blue cut through the sky, their impact booming through the air. "Don't go too far!"

But you couldn't hear him anymore. You danced with the wildflowers, bending to the wind, each stomp and clap in rhythm with the crack of thunder. The drumming of rain kept the pace of your beating heart, so full of life and renewal. The heavens were the musicians and you, their valiant performer.

And Levi couldn't just sit by. No, because as lightning sparked through the heavens and the wind bit his nose with a chill, his heart only ached for you. Mismatched hues followed your every move, a pang of longing knocking on his chest.

Wherever you were, he was never too far behind.

"Damn it," he cursed. There was no time to go searching for his cane, the forsaken thing collecting dust in the back of his closet. With whatever strength he had within him, he latched onto the wooden railing before him and began pulling himself off his chair, his limbs protesting at the effort.

The former captain stumbled down the steps, his footing unsure, uneven. The aches in his leg scurried away as he stood a bit taller. Renewed confidence filled each stride once his feet landed on soppy mud. A new chill settled in his bones, something foreign and exciting.

"Come back!" He shouted, yet found himself going after you before he could think twice, his limp carrying him as best as it could. He felt like a madman chasing after falling stars. "Damn it, wait up!"

As if the wind had carried his voice to you like a sweet melody, you turned, a new giddy feeling tickling your heart as he slowly stumbled towards you. Something electric coursed through your veins, sweet and addicting. You laughed and cheered, kicking up more mud with every hop of excitement. Pride swelled in your chest at the sight of him, your heart threatening to chase after your lover.

A clap of thunder broke through the steady drumming of rain, almost as if urging Levi to keep going— he needed to reach you. His legs moved clumsily, the gap between you growing smaller. His hair stuck to his face in a sloppy mess, his clothes clinging to his healing body. Tints of pink dusted his scarred cheeks, nearly stinging his skin as the wind whispered sweet nothings into his ear. And though his bones whined and protested, the wages of war clear on his skin, he felt stronger than he had in a while.

"I'm coming!" Your voice rang through the air, almost as loudly as the chorus of booming thunder that followed.

And you ran to him.

A tug in his heart propelled him forward until he couldn't anymore. He tripped over his footing, his knee giving out and letting him meet the ground. And for once, he didn't care about the dirt under his nails or the horrendous state his clothing was in. Levi let himself get pulled to the dirt by the wind, his back to the ground. Facing up at the sky, he reveled in how the rain kissed his skin.

He's never felt more free.

How unusual, the feeling bubbling in his chest, a crazed little thing that pulled his lips into a smile. As a kid, he always dreamed of the sun, of feeling its warmth sink into his bones and fill his belly. He nearly laughed. How strange to find comfort in a raging storm.

You came like a dream. The dress hugging your body spread around your legs like a flower in bloom as you plopped down in the mud. Cold hands cupped the sides of his face tenderly, and he instinctively leaned into your touch. Cradling his head, setting it over your lap, you brushed his hair out of the way. Was he aware of how beautiful he was? A smile graced your lips, amusement clear in your eyes as he gaped at you, like a man drunk on stardust and hope.

The storm felt so far away now, though Levi was sure it had grown exponentially. But he couldn't focus on that. No, he was too enraptured by the sight of you to worry about such a thing. You, who kissed his scars each night, mapping them out like uncharted constellations. You, who thought his eyes were the most lovely combination of jewels. You, who now laughed so freely it made his heart stutter. He couldn't be any more in love.

"I love you," he breathed, unsure if you'd heard him. A trembling hand, gentle and cautious, reached up to you, wiping away the mud sprinkled on your cheek. His words came in a choked breath, scarred lips quivering under the weight of such sweet emotion, "I love you so damn much."

Something sweet bloomed in his chest, foreign yet familiar in a way he couldn't quite understand.

Even under the rain, Levi could see the tears swelling in the corners of your eyes, your smile so bright and warm. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach. How had he managed to find such love? By no means did the odds ever feel to be in his favor, but perhaps the moon and the stars had conspired on his behalf, shifting the tides so that, at the end of it all, it would be you and him.

It didn't make any sense; there was no way for him to understand it. The mystery of this love was too big, but he stopped questioning things long ago. He stopped believing in coincidences. Some things, no matter how impossible they seemed, were meant to be. Like the way your hand perfectly fits in his or how his name resembles the songs of angels when spoken by your lips.

He never thought this life would ever be kind to him. Levi had only known hardship for so long; he'd learned to wear his grief and anger like a second skin. But the way you smiled at him, the way you held him as if he would shatter under your touch— it all made him think that maybe life had some hidden jewels waiting for him to uncover.

"You make this life a whole lot less shitty," His voice came in a hush, raw and flooding with emotion. Stormy eyes fluttered as you caressed his cheeks so tenderly, so gently he felt his chest tighten in an achingly beautiful way. "Thank you."

You smiled, choking on a tearful laugh. Levi seemed lighter. The sharpness of his eyes had softened with time, his infamous scowl slowly replaced by a small smile. His shoulders sagged, no longer tight under a soldier's promise of bloodshed. His knuckles no longer strained around the hilt of a sword but caressed the apples of your cheeks with sweet reverence.

He wore freedom beautifully.

"My sweet love," you mused, your voice like honey to his wounds, balming over the ghosts of battles past. "Thank you for staying."

A breath, sharp and unsteady, rushed past his lips, his chest caving in under the weight of raw emotion. His eyes widened, something new glossing over them. The man cradled in your touch crumbled, his lips quivering as he surrendered himself to the vastness of your love. A broken cry tore through his chest, his breaths uneven as he hiccuped.

He didn't think himself worthy— never believed it should’ve been him who rose with the sun each morning, basking in the warmth of a life others never had a chance to experience. A man forged by the wages of war had no right to savor the sweetness of this life, to have his wounds cleansed by the downpour of the heavens. Sometimes, his mind would drift off, and he'd wonder what this newfound freedom would've been for you had you not been held back by the prospect of nurturing him back to health. Would you have left? If things were different, would you have parted ways? His stomach overflowed with dread at such thoughts. He sometimes wished he'd been pulled into the cold clutches of eternal slumber, to have been whisked away into an abyss he could never escape from. Maybe then you wouldn't be burdened with the cards he'd been dealt with. Yet through his doubt, through his fears, your voice echoed in his heart, offering tender reassurance.

Thank you for staying. His heart ached, overwhelming him with tears he couldn’t seem to restrain. His scarred hand clung to yours tightly, almost as if your touch alone tethered him to this life. What had you done to him? How could you devastate his heart with such sweet love?

Your eyes softened as he cried. Softly, your free hand worked to brush strands of ink away from his face. The man before you was no longer the deadly soldier many feared; he'd retired his blades long ago. The man before you had been in hiding for far too long, holding himself together for longer than should've been asked of him.

Your lover was gentle and kind, and he feared what the future held. He hated not knowing what the sun would bring with its rising and falling— hated feeling uncertain of what his days would look like. But it all seemed a bit clearer now, a bit less fearsome. Something new glimmered in his eyes as his cries boomed louder than the crack of thunder.

Hope.

Change was in the air. He could feel it in his lungs, feel it in the soft breath that carried your words straight to his heart. It crackled all around him, loud, wild, and full of anticipation. It sent shivers down his spine.

Indeed, change was in the air, and, for once, Levi would beg the heavens for a million tomorrows if it meant he could live them all with you.

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ackx-rman · 18 days ago

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tea and you. levi ackerman

pt. IV

pt: III

Warnings: angst, blood, death, smut, unprotected sex, swearing, graphic scenes, idiots in love

the first silver of dawn had barely pierced the barracks when levi was already awake, a knot of restless energy coiling in his gut. sleep had been nonexistent that night, not even his daily three hours of sleep, it was plagued by unwelcome images: you with jean, the easy curve of your smile directed at him, the sound of your laughter echoing in levi's mind like a mockery. the memory chafed, a constant irritant beneath his skin. he's stared at the ceiling for hours, the rough texture of the wooden planks blurring in the dim light. now, the remnants of that sleepless night clung to him like a shroud, casting a deep scowl across his features.

he pushed himself out of his bed, the floodboards groaning beneath his weight. the air in the room was stale and cold, in contrast to the burning frustration in him. he dressed quickly, his movements fast, he needed to move, to do something.

he entered the main hall, he hoped, against his better judgment, to find you there, already at breakfast. so you can finally answer his question. the heavy wooden door creaking shut behind him, the sound echoing in the large, sparsely furnished room

levi's gaze swept across the hall, a practiced scan that took in every detail: the early risers already huddled over steaming mugs, the clatter of cutlery against plates, the low murmur of conversations. but his eyes were searching for one thing: your face. he scanned the table, his eyes lingering on each figure, dismissing them with a flick of his gaze until they landed on an empty space. a space where you should have been.

a deeper frown etched itself onto his face. the knowledge in his stomach tightened. he tried to ignore the sharp pang of disappointment that shot through him, a feeling he refused to acknowledge as anything other than professional concern. who am i lying to? the question echoed in his mind. the image of you and jean resurfaced and a wave of nausea washed over him. were you with him?

where the hell were you. jealousy. jealousy.

a new, colder fear gripped levi. what if something had happened to you during patrol? the thought pierced through his simmering anger. an image flashed through his mind: you, fallen, injured, perhaps even…he cut the thought off abruptly. no. he wouldn't entertain such possibilities. not yet.

he turned on his heel, the abruptness of the movement almost causing him to stumble, and strode out of the mess hall. the walk to the infirmary was a blur, his mind racing, each step fueled by a growing sense of urgency. he practically burst through the infirmary doors, the sudden intrusion causing a few heads to turn. the air inside thick with the sterile scent of disinfectant and herbs, a smell he associated with pain and loss.

his eyes frantically scanned the room, a desperate search for your familiar form among the rows of beds. each occupied bed brought a fresh wave of anxiety, each empty one a chilling premonition. he saw a few familiar faces- a cade with a bandaged leg, another with a sling- but not you. his heart pounded against his ribs, a heavy, non stopping rhythm.

then, he saw you.

you were standing near a window, talking to a nurse. relief washed over him in a dizzying wave, so intense it almost made him weak. you were alright. you were talking, gesturing your free hand, a small smile playing on your lips as always. the tension in his shoulders erased, and he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

but the relief was short-lived. his gaze dropped to your arm, and his blood ran cold again. a bandage was wrapped tightly around your forearm. you were hurt. the sigh of the injury ignited a fresh surge of anger, hotter and more intense than before. it was a possessive anger, a protective fury directed at whatever had dared to harm you.

he stopped directly beside you, his presence radiating an intensity that made the nurse subtly step back. his grey piercing eyes fixed on the bandage. the lines around his eyes deepened.

“what the hell happened?”

you looked up, startled to see him standing there. your eyes widened a little bit in surprise, a small, involuntary smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“oh, hey. it's nothing, really,” you began, trying to downplay the situation. “we ran into a few abnormally large titans on patrol, and…well, i got a bit of a scrape. it’s just a deep cut, nothing serious. the nurse patched me up. it's fine now. though,” you added with a slight shiver, rubbing your uninjured arm, “i think i might be catching a cold. it was absolutely freezing out there when the sun came down and we ended the pa-”

levi's eyes narrowed, his irritation spiking as you continued to ramble, dismissing your injuries as if they were mere inconveniences. the casual way you spoke about a deep cut- a wound that could easily become infected- sent a fresh wave of anger through him.

“you idiot,” he interrupted, cutting through your words like a knife. he didn't care if he sounded harsh; someone had to make you understand the gravity of the situation. “that's not nothing. a deep cut and a cold? you're injured and potentially getting sick, and you're just talking about it as if it's a trivial matter.” his gaze intensified, his dark eyes boring into yours, a hint of worry that he quickly masked with a scowl.

“it's not a big deal,” you repeated, rolling your eyes, a slight smirk playing on your lips. “i could be dead right now, and i'm not, and we only lost one cadet tonight. so, i'd say that's a win.”

“don't say that,” he growled, “you act like your safety and health mean nothing. you can't just brush it off as if getting a deep cut and catching a cold are trivial matters. you have no regard for your own wellbeing.”

the nurse, sensing the rising tension between the two of you, quietly slipped out of the room, leaving you and levi alone.

“levi,” you began, you pushed yourself up from the edge of the examination table, ignoring the slight twinge in your arm. “you've sent cadets on missions with far worse injuries, even with the flu.” you tilted your head, the smirk widening. it was a valid point, and you knew it.

he hated that you were right. he had sent cadets out in far worse condition. it was the reality of their situation, the constant pressure to maintain their ranks and fulfill their duties. but this was different. this was you. you weren't just another soldier.

“that's not the point,” levi retorted, “those were different circumstances. you're…different.” he struggled to find the right words. “you shouldn't be so reckless and careless with yourself. you should take care of yourself better.”

“i do!” you exclaimed, your voice rising in frustration. the accusation stung. was he questioning your competence as a soldier? was he calling you irresponsible? you glanced down at the bandage of your arm. you remember the tiny scratch from a few days prior, easily concealed beneath your sleeve. this was different. this was a wound you couldn't hide.

“do you?” levi snapped, his eyes with anger and concern. “because you say you take care of yourself, but clearly you're not doing a very good job of it. getting a deep cut and catching a cold aren't exactly signs of self-care and maintenance.”

“what’s your problem now?” you demanded, your annoyance reaching a boiling point. his condescending tone, his scrutiny, it was all too much. every single cadet faced the risk of injury; it was the nature of their duty. why was he singling you out?

“my problem,” levi said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl. “is that you won't care for yourself. you're treating this like it's nothing, as if it's just a small inconvenience.” he took a step closer, his presence looming over you. “i'ts not nothing. it's a sign that you're pushing yourself too hard, that you're not valuing your own life”

“it was just a patrol, levi,” you repeated, your voice laced with exasperation. “i got hurt, that's it. i'm not dead, you know. this kind of thing happens all the time. i'm not the first cadet to get injured in battle. you're making it sound like i'm…i'm…” you trailed off, sighing heavily.

“i know that,” his frustration reaching a new peak. of course, he knew injuries were a common occurrence. he'd witnessed far worse. but your stubbornness was driving him to the edge. “but that doesn't mean you should take your injuries lightly, especially when you're already getting sick,” then fueled by anger and a desperate need to make you understand, he said something he instantly regretted. something he shouldn’t have said.

“i don't want that kind of soldier in my squad”

your expression changed instantly. the annoyance and frustration were replaced by a look of stunned disbelief, followed by an almost painful flash of hurt. without a word, you tuned abruptly, quickening your pace, desperate to escape the suffocating weight of his words.

levi instantly realizing the impact of his harsh statement, felt a pang of guilt shoot through him. he hadn't mean it the way it sounded. he hadn't meant to imply that he didn't value you as a soldier, as a person, gosh, you were the most perfect person and soldier he had ever met. he just wanted you to understand…to care about yourself as much as he did.

he wasn't about to let you walk away. with a swift movement, he closed the distance between you, his hand firmly grasping your uninjured arm, halting your progress. his grip was firm, but not painful.

“don't walk away from me when i'm talking to you,” he said, his tone stern, yet laced with desperation. he needed to explain himself, to take back those hurtful words.

“we're not talking,” you snapped. you tried to yank your arm free from his grip, but he held firm. “this is nonsense.” you couldn't believe he had said that. after everything, he'd just…dismissed you like that. did he even realize how much his words stung? did he even care?

“damn it, this isn’t nonsense, and you know it,” levi said, frustrated. he hated this, he hates when you are mad at him.

“i’m going to rest now,” you said, voice sharp and cold. you wrenched your arm free from his grasp, the sudden movement causing a sharp twin in your injured arm, which you promptly ignored. without another word, you turned and stormed away.

“hey, wait a damn minute. i’m not done talking to you,” levi called after you. desperate.

“but i am,” you replied back, the finality of your voice was like a slap in the face.

you reach your room. slammed the door shut behind you, the resounding thud echoing through the hallway, a clear message to levi that the conversation was over, at least for now. you leaned against the door for a moment, catching your breath, your heart still pounding in your chest. this was becoming a frustratingly regular occurrence.

levi stood in the hallway, staring at the closed door. a frustrated sigh escaped his lips. he knew he’d messed up, that his harsh words had only pushed you further away. he watched the door for a long moment. he wanted to knock, to demand that you open up and listen to him, but he knew that would only make things worse. he had to give you espace, but leaving you upset and injured, distress him.

he made a decision. he leaned against the wall beside your door, crossing his arms over his chest. his posture was relaxed, but his eyes remained fixed on the wooden panel, as if he could see through it, as if he could somehow reach you through the barrier you’d erected. he would wait. he would wait, no matter how long it took. he would wait until you got out, even if it meant standing there all day.

jean, passing by, spotted levi standing rigidly outside your door. he approached, a concerned expression on his face.

“oh, captain,” he began, “i was just going to check on her. she has a pretty deep cut-”

levi’s irritation, which had been simmering, flared up again. perfect. just what he needed. jean, arriving to further complicate the situation. he didn’t even bother to turn around, his gaze remaining fixed on your door, as if willing to open. “i know,” he replied tersely, dismissively.

“uh, okay?” jean replied, a bit taken aback. he paused, glancing from levi to the closed door, confusion in his eyes. he raised a hand as if to knock, to see if you were feeling better.

“wait,” levi pushed himself away from the wall, and walked towards jean, blocking his path to your door. he wasn’t going to let jean barge in and see you before he had a chance to speak with you himself.

“don’t knock,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “her door is closed, she’s probably sleeping. you should leave her alone for now.” his eyes a silent warning to jean to heed his words.

his possessiveness, while perhaps a bit excessive and certainly fueled by his own complex feelings for you, stemmed from a deep-seated care. he wanted to shield you, to create a space where you could heal. he wanted to be the one to offer you comfort and reassurance, the one to ensure you were alright. it was, in a twisted way, his attempt to keep the promise he had made to you, even though he is the one who fucked up with his words this time.

“but-” jean began, but levi cut him off

“no buts. i said she's probably sleeping, and we shouldn't disturb her. you can come back later if you want to talk to her,” and with that he ended the conversation

jean, sensing the finality in levi’s tone and not wanting to push the issue with his captain, simply nodded and went down the hallway towards his room. he cast one last curious glance back at levi standing guard outside your door before disappearing around the corner.

levi watched jean go away. he stood outside your door, a wave of uncertainty washing over him. were you truly asleep, or were you simply ignoring him? did he cross the line with his harsh words? of course a part of him hoped it was the former, that you were resting and recovering. but another part, a more selfish part, wished you would open the door and let him in.

meanwhile, inside your room, you were most definitely not asleep. you were lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling, a small smile playing on your lips. you knew levi’s routine when the two of you were at odds. you were certain he’d be pacing outside your door, replaying the argument in his head, overthinking every possible scenario. but this time he had been hard on you, he hurted you, but you knew deep down that he was regretting it.

what you hadn’t anticipated was jean’s visit. it was a kind gesture, you knew, and you appreciated his concern. but the real entertainment, if you could call it that, came from overhearing levi’s overprotective behaviour. it was funny.

ever since he’d made that promise to you a year ago- a promise to protect you- he’d been like this. it was subtle at first, but it gradually intensified over time. sometimes, you’d catch other cadets glancing at him curiously, their brows furrowed in confusion, wondering why the captain was so unusually protective over you. even you didn’t always understand the depth of his concern. but you felt his concern for you ever since your first real conversation, the moment he had personally chosen you for his squad.

but at the same time, you knew he knew you were capable of anything. you were, without a doubt, the strongest woman he’d ever met in his life, both physically and mentally. he’d seen you in action countless times, since you were training, witnessed your determination, your relentless drive, your sheer refusal to give up, even in the face of impossible odds. he knew that if anyone could literally defeat him in a sparring match, it was going to be you. he’d even admitted it once, after a particularly grueling training season where you’d nearly bested him.

you knew, deep down, that he felt a fierce pride in your abilities, a quiet admiration for your strength. it was a pride he rarely expressed verbally, but it was there, evident in the way he watched you during training, in the subtle nods of approval he gave after a successful maneuver, in the way his eyes lingered on you just a fraction longer than they did on other cadets.

part. V

author's note: i'm just gonna say: bring back yearning men. also next chapter it's gonna be a flashback too, i love that the story goes from past and present so you can understan better the characters. i hope you guys are loving it as much as i do. thank you all for the love. ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

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littlerequiem · 6 months ago

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Recently commissioned the lovely and talented @malotte00 to draw a piece for my fanfic, we all bleed red, featuring Vamp!Levi and his mare.

Go check out their art, I'm just enamored <3

#vampire levi ackerman #levi ackerman #levi aot #aot fanart #levi fanart #captain levi #attack on titan #aot #we all bleed red #aot levi #snk levi #levi attack on titan #aot levi ackerman #captain levi ackerman #fanart.

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leviismybby · 2 years ago

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Let's talk about Levi and how when you two are dating, his sex drive is crazy, he will have you anywhere. Literally anywhere. He doesn't care about how risky it is. You two have probably fucked in every room in the headquarters, even in the commander's office once. However never in the supply closet where you find yourself currently as Levi's lips suck at your neck while he thrusts into you. You're sitting on one of the wooden crates, Levi between your open thighs. You can hear the others outside.

"Levi someone will hear.." You whine but he only slaps a hand over your mouth, cock pounding into you faster, deeper. He holds your hands behind your back. "Do I look like I fucking care about the others?" He said slapping your ass with his free hand and making you moan against his hand. "Or are you embarrassed that you enjoy getting fucked by your captain?" He lets go of your mouth to wrap his fingers around your neck, his thumb sneaks past your lips and you suck on it. "Mhhh good girl." Your pussy clenches around his cock, Levi grunts at how good you feel. You wrap your legs around his hips and he plunges deeper into, that's all it takes for you both to cum.

(Special thanks to @luvjiro who helped me decide on what to publish hehe)

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liz-ashi · 5 months ago

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SOMEONE SEND ME GOOD LEVI ANGST FICS WHERE HE'S KINDA A DICK TO THE READER 🙏🙏🙏

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ebechnasheim · 3 months ago

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I’d go through a thousand rumblings for this man

#levi ackerman #captain levi #captain levi ackerman #levi heichou #levi attack on titan #levi snk #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk

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abiatackerman · 7 months ago

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Interrupted by brats

The air in the mess hall cracks with tension as Jean and Eren square off. Their fists fly, and the other scouts gather around, placing bets and cheering like it is some twisted spectator sport. Mikasa’s stoic expression betrays her amusement, while Sasha bites on a potato, her eyes wide with excitement.

But then, the doors swing open as Levi and you step in. The entire scene freezes. Even the birds outside seemed to hold their breath. Levi's glare can melt steel, and the room temperature drops by a few degrees.

"Brats......"

He mutters, his voice is like a blade slicing through the chaos.

"What the hell is this nonsense?"

Eren and Jean stumble apart immediately and you sigh. They straighten their uniforms, faces showing pure fear as they avoid eye contact with their captain.

Levi doesn't waste time. He kicks Jean's abdomen, since he was the one who started the fight. Then he kicks Eren's ass hard making him stumble forward.

"You want to fight? Fine. I'll give you a reason to regret it."

His knuckles crack ominously and you sigh.

Levi's really pissed today. You just told him that you're leaving for a week since your dad has become sick and you haven't visited your family for a while. He's pissed thinking that it's gonna be a damn long annoying week without you. Just when you two were about to kiss, Historia rushes to Levi's office to inform him about the fight. Levi is pissed about the interruption and now here he is, beating them up.

"Captain, I...."

Jean tries to speak but Levi stops him.

"Shut up!"

Levi snaps.

"And you, Jaeger."

He turns to Eren, who stands there massaging his ass.

"You're not innocent either. Next time you want to throw punches, do it in private. Got it?"

Eren nods so vigorously that his head may detach from his neck.

"Y-yes, sir!"

Levi stares at him for a while then looks at you again. You can tell by his looks he's thinking about punishing them. Your face softens as you look at Jean's and Eren's nervous faces, feeling sympathy for them.

"Both of you will clean this hall everyday for this whole week. One more fight and I'll increase the area of your cleaning also add daily laps to your lazy assed routine. Now all of you, out!"

Levi orders in his pissed tone as everyone rushes out of the hall. They all are relieved that Levi has just punished Eren and jean. Not them.

"Don't you think you are being too strict?"

You ask as the cadets leave the hall.

"I mean this hall is huge... Cleaning it every day is tough by only two people."

You say softly as Levi walks towards you.

"Though their behaviours are shitty they have loyal friends. I bet they all will clean it together."

He says as he grabs your chin.

"You're just too kind, doll. They'll be fine, don't worry."

You nod and remove his hand from your face and hug him tightly, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"You know? You looked so sexy and hot when you were beating them up. Everyone was looking at you with fear and you were the strongest intimidating leader, also your commanding voice... I did feel bad for them but... Shit... I'm fucking turned on."

Levi chuckles as his face is pressed against your head and he sniffs your sweet smell. His one hand wraps around your neck and the other one plays with your hair.

" Tch... You have a weird choice, but I'm not complaining."

He speaks in an amusing tone and removes his head from your hair to look at your face. He cups your face, his expression is soft with affection as he kisses your forehead.

"Just be safe for the week, ok? And make sure to come back to me unscarred."

He speaks, his voice full of affection. You chuckle.

"Even if I get in trouble, I'll use the combats you taught me. I'll be fine, don't worry."

You say smiling cheekily as Levi's eyes soften again. Your smile is his greatest weakness, he can't help but melt every time he sees it. And when he knows he's the reason behind it, his mind overflows with ecstasy.

He leans down and presses his lips softly against yours. You hum and close your eyes as you grip his shirt, only to feel his thumping heartbeat against your palm. His thumbs caress your cheeks as your lips move in a slow, soft and rhythmic way.

Just when Levi's tongue gently brushes against your lower lips and you are about to part your lips, suddenly, the mess hall's door swings open. Sasha and Connie stumble in, revealing Eren, Jean, Armin and Mikasa behind them. They freeze, cheeks flushed, eyes wide, as if caught in a forbidden act.

"Errr... Captain... we..."

Sasha tries to speak nervously, her cheeks pink.

"We were just..... Looking for the potato Sasha left behind."

Armin speaks shyly, his face flushed red. You try to suppress your smile as you look at the pissed expression on Levi's face.

"You shits were spying on us? What were you brats looking at? Never saw a man and woman kissing before?"

Levi speaks in a calm tone but you know he's fuming inside. Everyone turns red at his words, even Mikasa blushes.

"Eren and Jean will clean this mess hall, alone! And you all shits will clean the whole field. I'll check your work in the afternoon. If I see even a single darnel picking out of the grass, I swear I'll kick your lazy asses. As for the girls, you all will run 50 laps and no food until you clean your shits up. Mark my words!"

Levi speaks firmly as their eyes widened. You look at them sympathically as Sasha seems like she is about to cry.

"Out!"

Levi says in a slightly louder tone than usual making them flinch as they rushes out.

"Damn brats. What are they? 10? Bothering us like annoying bugs."

He speaks in a pissed voice as you sigh and hug his neck to calm him down.

"They are just kids, Levi. They probably got curious when Sasha came back here for her potato and caught us kissing. Forgive them."

Levi relaxes in you arms as he starts to kiss your neck.

"Tch, I shouldn't care for them like this when they're this annoying."

You chuckle and tilt your head to let him kiss you. You rub his back.

"You're a great father figure, Levi. They also knows it."

You giggle slightly at the tickling feeling as his breath fans over you neck and his lips keep caressing you skin.

"I'll try to be a good father to our brat too. I won't say shitty words and won't be harsh. I promise."

He mumbles in a low voice as his grip on your waist tightens.

"I know you will, love."

You say softly as he removes his head to look at your face.

"Tch, I'll miss you, smartass..."

He says softly as he kisses your forehead.

"Me too."

You say and he presses his lips against yours again. Though this time you two kiss each other for a long time without any interruptions.

And this time, no brats were peeking on you two either.

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caffeinateddino · 4 months ago

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18+

I dont really like sexual content about Levi, but this is an exception because I love him so much it physically hurts. soo.. minors DNI

Levi prefers dark when he's being intimate. you can see his flushed face from the dim light of the lamp as he thrusts into you, sweat trickling down his forehead as he tries to keep himself quiet

Levi is gentle, careful. even though he's going rough, you can feel how mindful he is with every movement. his hands are pressed to bed on the either side of your head, he's carefully watching every expression of yours

Levi's hand founds your back when you arch up to his chest as you climax. his head dipped on your shoulder. you'd feel his hot shuddering breath as he empty his balls deep into you

Levi is quiet during sex unless you ask him to speak up. when he does, all left from his lips are his gentle praises. "you feel so good", "you look beautiful", "look into my eyes, i wanna see how i make you feel."

Levi likes it when you're in half laying position as he eats you out. his mouth between your legs, his eyes up on your face, drinking in your expressions, getting his own pleasure from seeing your pleasure

Levi prefers the missionary position, so he can look at your face even though it's hard to see in dark

Levi loves getting blowjobs. it's almsot a religious experience for him. he'd dangle his fingers around your hair and would slowly guide you. his head would fall back, he'd be grunting quietly. where he actually moan is when he spills every drop of his cum into your mouth.

Levi loves it when you take the lead. he loves being praised by you, seeing you on top. he loves it when you're slow and gentle

Levi loves being held by you. he'd lay his face to your chest and let you wrap your legs and arms around him. if you press soft kisses to his hair while cuddling, he'd be the happiest man alive

Levi is amazing with aftercare. he brushes your sweaty hair off of your face, pressing his lips to your forehead, murmuring praises. he's holding a cup to your mouth to hydrate you, carrying you to bath to wash you up

#Levi #attack on titan levi #shingeki no kyojin levi #levihan #levi #snk levi #levi ackerman #levi aot #captain levi #captain levi ackerman #aot fanfiction #Attack on titan #attack on titan x y/n #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #shingeki no kyoujin levi #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #levi smut

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xmads-omensx · 1 month ago

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Teatime

Pairing: Levi Ackerman X Reader

Content Warnings: mentions of character death, post-rumbling and pre-rumbling, mentions of injury and disability, fluff

Levi who loves coming home from missions to be greeted with a steaming hot cup of tea placed on his desk, just the way he likes it.

Levi who used this as a crutch after the rumbling and he had more time to remember everyone he lost.

Levi who wanted for you to join him for tea more than anything, but couldn’t bring himself to ask you.

Levi who didn’t need to ask you, as you just knew.

Levi who told you his most intimate secrets over a pot of tea, but never anywhere else.

Levi who felt closer to you in these moments of vulnerability than he had ever felt with anyone before.

Levi who remembered lost memories of teatime with his mother when he spent this time with you, and felt even more love towards you for allowing him to explore those memories.

Levi who memorised your favourite way to take tea, and made sure it was ready for your arrival at his office.

Levi who felt his eyes well with tears when you appeared at his doorstep after the Rumbling, with his favourite tea (along with new teas from Marley) in a basket.

Levi who let you push his wheelchair around the market as you hunted for new teas to try.

Levi who invited Gabi and Falco to your teatime once, but never re-invited them after Gabi asked if you and Levi had ever made out.

Levi who allowed himself to love after the Rumbling because you were perfect in his eyes.

Levi who was loved.

#madsy says shit sometimes ig?#levi ackerman x reader #levi snk #levi attack on titan #captain levi #Levi thots #captain levi ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #snk levi #snk

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m-jelly · 2 years ago

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Hii There, I saw the requests list, and i wanted to ask if you could write a fic about Post- war Levi (if you confort with) and Fem!reader having a make out session? (Levi asked her for it because he was feeling needy) It was to be something casual and inocent (in some parts) but somehow they start with a hand here and there so ended up with both of them doing… YoU KnOw ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Comforting kisses

Pairing: Postwar Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Canon world, love, romance, established couple, foreplay, soft smut, fluffy.

Concept: Levi is needy for your attention, so you start cuddling and kissing each other. Your kisses turn to touching and finally into soft gentle sex. Levi asks you if he can be on top and promises his knee is well enough because he desperately wants to make love to you.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @li-anne @2moth-anon2 @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @cypidity @nyxiieluna @notgoodforlife @galactict3a @demonsimp6 @nbinairyn

Levi limped through the house looking for you. He wanted your love and affection, he needed your attention and desired your lips on his. He smiled when he heard you softly singing under your breath. He hurried along to the bedroom to see you putting away freshly cleaned clothes.

He stood in the doorway and felt a bit nervous asking for your attention, but he really craved it. Levi was very serious about you and his feelings for you. He'd hired you to help him in his small teashop and he'd fallen hard for you. He loved you deeply and the two of you moved fast in your relationship. Now, you were a month away from getting married.

"Love?"

You lifted up the last few clothes off the bed and smiled at Levi. "Hello, sweetie. Is everything okay?"

He shuffled over to you. "No."

You put the clothes away and turned to Levi. "No?"

He pouted. "No."

You reached over and played with his soft hair. "No? What's wrong?"

He lowered his head. "I missed you."

You hummed a laugh. "Bless you." You hugged Levi against your body. "You can come to me whenever you want. I'm always here for you."

"I um...I would like kisses."

You pulled Levi to the bed. "Let's get you off your feet then." You helped Levi onto the bed and pulled his slippers off. "Get comfy."

He wiggled in place and hummed. "Yes."

You climbed up and sat on his right side. "I love you."

Levi blushed at your words. "I love you too."

You cuddled up to Levi and captured his lips in a loving kiss. You rubbed his chest and smiled against his scarred lips. You softly kissed him again before nipping his lip and pushing your tongue into his mouth. You smiled when Levi sighed happily as your tongues moved together. You thought Levi was perfection, he was so soft, gentle and loving with you.

Levi wrapped both his arms around you and dragged you close to him. He sighed through his nose as he felt happy at having all your attention again. He squeezed you in delight as your scent washed over him. He was deeply in love with you and happy beyond words at being able to kiss you like this and hold you.

You pulled back a little and sighed. "Better?"

He whined a bit. "More, please?" Levi reached over and massaged your thigh with his left hand. "Only if you want to."

You caressed his cheek. "You're so sweet." You kissed Levi again and felt so happy.

Levi was so kind and sweet with you. He would ask for consent on every little thing, including just touching you or hugging you. You knew that Levi grew up around sex workers and saw how men could be with women. Levi wanted to do everything possible to make you feel comfortable. He was a pure and wonderful gentleman.

Levi pulled from your lips and panted. "C-Can I touch you?"

You kissed under his eye making him hum. "Yes. Can I touch you?"

He nodded shyly. "Please."

You unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers. You pushed your hand into his boxers and smiled as Levi let out a little whimper as soon as you touched him. You pulled his erection out of his boxers and trousers. You moved your hand up and down his thick member and smiled at his pink tip.

You kissed Levi's neck and smiled. "You're perfect."

Levi slid his left hand under your dress and pushed down into your underwear. "You're more perfect. I'm covered in scars and I'm full of faults."

You panted against his skin as he caressed you and parted your folds and coated his fingers in your arousal. You shivered as his fingers dragged up and moved against your clit. "Levi, you are precious to me. You have a big heart and a pure soul. You are the sweetest man I've ever known. I love you."

Levi grunted as your hand moved on him. He welled up a little at your words, you were always so loving and kind to him. You always showered him with love. He nuzzled your neck and sighed. "I love you too. You give me strength. You make me feel like a better man."

You kissed Levi and smiled at him. "You're better than you think."

He purred at you. "So are you. You're a Goddess."

You shivered as your coil tightened up. "I adore you, Levi." You moaned against his lips. "I can't wait to be Mrs Ackerman. You'll be all mine."

Levi chuckled. "Actually, you'll be mine." He moved his fingers a little faster on your clit. "All mine, no one else's."

You squeezed your toes. "Mm. Yes, Levi, all yours."

He nibbled the crook of your neck as he bucked a little into your hand. Your hand felt so perfect on his cock. Your hand was so soft and warm. You caressed him so perfectly making him feel like he was in pure heaven. He loved every inch of you and felt bliss whenever you touched him.

You tangled your fingers in Levi's hair and tugged. "A-Ah, mmm."

Levi licked your neck. "Cum for me. You're so pretty when you do."

You gasped and hugged Levi as you came against his fingers. "Mm, Levi."

Levi caressed your back with his right hand. "Good girl."

You pulled back and blushed. "Want to keep going?"

Levi blushed. "Y-Yes."

You slipped off the bed and removed everything but your bra. You climbed back up and straddled Levi. "Do you want your trousers off?"

He massaged your buttcheek. "Please. Oh, but my knee looks bad."

You kissed Levi lightly on the lips. "You're beautiful." You shuffled down the bed as you slowly pulled his trousers off. You leaned down and kissed his knee and thigh that was dotted with scars. "Beautiful."

Levi blushed. "Th-Thank you."

You slid up the bed and unbuttoned his shirt. "I will keep telling you that you are wonderful." You pushed his shirt open and caressed his muscles. "I deeply love you just the way you are."

Levi held your hips. "Thank you for loving me."

You knelt up a bit. "Thank you for loving me."

Levi moaned as you sank down on him. He shivered in delight and hummed a moment. He ran his hands up your body to your waist. "How can I not love you? You are magnificent."

You rolled your hips against Levi and lightly kissed his lips. You pushed your tongue into his mouth and hummed in happiness. You wrapped your arms around Levi and moved against him. You sighed in contentment at feeling his thick cock pressing your pussy in all the right places. He caressed the deepest parts of you.

Levi gripped your thighs and started pumping his cock up into you. He moaned against your lips as your walls massaged him and squeezed. He grunted as you rode him a little faster. He moved one hand to your front and began rolling your clit against his fingers. He smiled when you clenched him tightly.

You tapped your forehead against Levi's and smiled at him as you felt your coil tighten. "I love you." You crashed your lips against his. "I love you so much."

Levi mewled at you. "I love you too. My love, my darling, my everything."

You whimpered a little. "Levi."

"Let go, my love." He smiled. "Cum for me."

You hugged Levi's face against your breasts as you moved a little faster. You cried out as you felt the snap of pleasure burn through you. You bucked roughly against Levi as your orgasm burned through you. You relaxed a little as the orgasm became a gentle trickle going through you.

You sat on Levi and hummed. "Levi. I want you to cum. I'll keep going."

Levi blushed. "I want to be on top."

You rubbed Levi's upper arms. "Is your knee okay enough?"

He nodded. "Yes. I want this."

You pulled off Levi and lay back on the bed. "Okay. I'm ready."

Levi rolled over onto you and leaned on his okay knee. He leaned on his forearms on either side of your head and smiled at you. "Could you help?"

You nodded and pressed him back into you. You both sighed happily as he stretched you again. "Mm."

Levi kissed you. "Thank you."

You rubbed his back. "Slowly, okay?"

He nodded and grinded into you making you moan. "I've done this a few times. I can do it again." He purred at you. "I want to make love to you." He moved a little faster. "I want to spoil you."

You clung to Levi's back as you arched your back off the bed and moaned. "Levi."

Levi pressed his lips against yours and slipped his tongue into your mouth. He lowered his body against yours allowing you to feel each other. He moved against you and mewled in delight at being one with you. He shifted his arms and tangled his fingers with yours and held tightly. He felt complete that he was able to make love to you and let you be worshipped.

You wrapped your legs around Levi and melted under him. You often worried when he took the lead because of his bad knee, but as soon as he did start taking the lead he was perfection. Levi was always so delicate with your body. Levi made love to you like your body was the most precious thing in the world. You felt so loved and wanted by him.

You both started smiling and giggling as your hearts filled with love. You kissed each other now and then and gazed longingly into each other's eyes. You teased Levi a little by clenching around him and biting his lip a little and tugging. You gasped as he responded by pumping his cock into you a lot harder.

You cried out as he pressed himself deep into you over and over. You whimpered and whined as you felt on the cusp of your orgasm. You leaned your head back and moaned to the room. You closed your eyes as you felt your coil tighten up. You shivered under Levi and mewled as you felt the delicious snap and your orgasm rush through you.

Levi grunted and moaned as your walls caressed his cock. He released your hands and wrapped his arms around your body and held on tightly. He bucked into you but his movements were sloppy. He moaned your name against your ear as he felt the urge to cum building up.

Levi whimpered your name and pressed deep into you as he came hard. He shivered and moaned as his cum spilt into your pussy and filled you. He panted and hummed before relaxing against you. He nuzzled the crook of your neck and felt happiness spread through him at being one with you.

You massaged your fingers in Levi's hair. "Levi? Are you okay? How is your knee?"

Levi lifted his head. "I'm wonderful. I want to go again."

You giggled at how sweet he was with a gentle blush on his cheeks. "Cute."

"Are you okay?"

You rubbed your hand against his cheek. "I'm amazing. You were perfect." You kissed him and sighed. "I would love to go again, but we need to clean and you need to rest your knee."

Levi pulled out of you and shuffled down a bit before lying his head on your chest. "Mm, not yet."

You played with his hair. "Levi Ackerman not wanting to clean?"

He laughed. "Yeah." He looked up at you. "I just want to be with you."

You shuffled down the bed and lay on your side and faced him. "I love being with you."

He smiled at you as he lightly touched your cheek. "I love you."

"I love you."

He smiled and nuzzled his nose against yours. "I love you."

You giggled. "I love you."

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tea and you. levi ackerman

part. V

part. IV

Warnings: angst, blood, death, smut, unprotected sex, swearing, graphic scenes, idiots in love

three years ago

the humid summer air hung heavy, clinging to the cobblestones under my worn boots. sweat trickled down my temple, today was it. graduation. the culminating of three years of brutal training, pushing myself until my muscles screamed and my mind threatened to shatter sometimes. a nervous flutter tickled my stomach, a strange mix of anticipation and the familiar adrenaline that always surged before a challenge.

i’d aced the cadet corps, topping my division by a mile. not that the numbers mattered much to me. people seemed to like me well enough- i tried to treat everyone with kindness, and i suppose my knack for strategy and sheer physical strength didn’t hurt. they’d even given me a nickname: “the strongest woman.” it felt…odd. like a label someone else had slapped onto me. it wasn’t me. what mattered was what lay beyond these walls. the scouts. the very thought sent a thrill through me, a yearning so intense it ached in my chest. there was nothing for me here, trapped within these stone confines. it felt like a cage. i was desperate to break free.

being “the strongest” meant whispers followed me like shadows. i’d overhear snippets of conversations, hushed tones of carrying on the dry wind. the military police, those pampered elites stationed in the interior, had apparently assumed i’d be joining them, i could practically picture their pristine uniforms, their polished boots that never touched dirt, their smug smiles. the thought alone made my stomach churn. their comfortable lives, their sheltered existence…it wasn’t for me. not even close. i craved the raw, untamed world beyond the walls, the danger, the freedom. i needed it like i needed air.

the scout regiment, of course, knew about me. how could they not? hange, bless their heart, had practically bounced with excitement the first time we met. their questions about my training, my strength, and their theories on titan biology had come at me in a rapid-fire barrage. leaving me slightly breathless but strangely invigorated. they saw something in me, i think. something beyond just strength. erwin, with his sharp, calculating gaze, had also seen that spark. i felt it in his presence, a quiet intensity that spoke volumes. he didn’t say much, but his eyes held a knowing look, like he understood the fire that burned within me.

and then there was captain levi. he was…different. silent, almost brooding. his grey eyes, sharp as shards of ice, seemed to pierce through me, assessing every move, every breath. he rarely spoke to me directly, but i’d catch him watching me during training, his gaze intense and unreadable. we were polar opposites- my outgoing nature clashing with his reserved attitude- yet there was something there, a silent understanding that hung in the air between us. a shared weight, perhaps. the weight of responsibility, the burden of strength. i could feel it, a tension that crackled like static whenever we were near.

the moment of truth arrived, one by one, the last ten cadets stepped forward, pledging allegiance to the military police, choosing the comfortable, secure life within the inner walls. i watched them, a strange mix of pity and understanding. they sought safety, a predictable existence. but that wasn’t my path. my heart beat to a different drum, a wild, untamed rhythm that echoed the vast unknown beyond the walls. when my turn came, i didn’t hesitate.

a wave of excitement rippled through all the cadets as they could now reach their new destination, but it was nothing compared to the pure joy radiating from hange. they practically vibrated with energy, rushing towards me with erwin trailing slightly behind, a small smile playing on his lips. “i can’t wait to have the strongest woman on my squaaaaaad!” hange exclaimed, their eyes sparkling like a child on christmas morning. they turned to erwin, their enthusiasm barely contained. “she’ll come to my squad, right? it only makes sense!”

before erwin could even open his mouth to respond, a figure materialized from the shadows near the back of the crowd. levi. he moved with a quiet grace that always unnerved me, like a predator stalking its prey. his voice carried across the training grounds with surprising clarity. “no,” he said, “i want her on my squad.” his gaze locked onto mine, those sharp, grey eyes holding me captive. it wasn’t a request; it was a declaration. a challenge.

my heart pounded in my chest. this wasn’t how i’d imagined things going. i’d expected to be placed under hange’s command, as we talked, to dive headfirst into their eccentric research. but levi…his gaze held an intensity that made me feel both seen and utterly exposed. i took a deep breath, trying to maintain my composure. this was it. my first real interaction as now, a member of the survey corps with the commander and two captains, the three individuals who would likely shape my future with the scouts. “commander erwin,” i said, offering a respectful nod. then, shifting my gaze two the two figures flanking him, i added, “captain levi, captain hange,” acknowledging them with another nod, trying to keep my expression neutral, though inside, a storm of emotions raged. this was going to be interesting.

erwin, his expression a familiar blend of weariness and a gentle, almost paternal smile, returned my greeting with an incline of his head. hange, however, reacted with characteristic drama. their face crumpled into a theatrical pout, their lower lip jutting out. “why not my squad?” they whined, throwing their hands up in exasperation. “i met her first!”

levi didn’t even deign to glance away from me. his grey eyes remained locked on mine. “shut up, four-eyes”, he retorted, his voice flat and devoid of any warmth.

hange, undeterred, pressed on, turning their pleading gaze to erwin. “but erwin, we talked about this! she was supposed to be in my squad. we had plans!” erwin chuckled, a wry smile playing on his lips as he glanced between the two of them, a silent observer of their familiar squabble. “you can’t own her, hange,” he said, “i thought you understood that.”

i, meanwhile, found myself simply staring at the scene unfolding before me. hange’s dramatic outburst, levi’s unwavering stare, erwin’s quiet amusement- it was all rather surreal. it felt…nice. just a bit. to be the center of attention, to feel so valued, so wanted. i hadn’t expected to cause such a stir. i continued to stare between the three officers.

hange growing increasingly frustrated by erwin’s calmness and levi’s silent stubbornness, finally turned back to levi, their voice rising in pitch, “but why?” they demanded, throwing their hands up in the air, “why do you want her on your squad? tell me a reason and i can think of letting you have her”

levi’s response was curt, his voice devoid of any emotion, as if he were discussing the weather rather than a person. “the reason doesn’t matter,” he didn’t elaborate, didn’t offer an explanation, as his gaze was still on me, as if daring me to challenge him.

erwin began to explain, his voice calm and measured, attempting to diffuse the rising tension. “i’ts true that hang asked me earlier if y/n could be in their squad-” but levi interrupted him, cutting him off mid-sentence, as he often did.

“i don’t care who asked you first,” he stated firmly, the words were clipped, precise, and carried an undeniable weight of authority. “she’s coming with me.”

hange’s shoulders slumped. they knew better than to push levi too far, especially when he adopted that particular tone. “this is unfair!” they muttered, though the complaint lacked its usual vehemence.

a moment of silence fell over the small group. this was my chance to assert myself, to take control of the situation. my voice, though soft, carried a note of resolute determination that cut through the stillness. “can i have a word?”

the effect was immediate. all eyes were now solely focused on me, their curiosity piqued. the tension in the air became less about the squabble between hange and levi and more about what i was about to say.

“it would be nice to be with hange since we-” i began, trying to find a diplomatic way to express my preference without causing further conflict. but before i could even finish what i was trying to say, levi cut me off, a single, stern “no” silencing me instantly.

erwin, observing the exchange, couldn’t help but smirk, he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the spectacle. “you know,” he mused, a knowing glint appearing in his eye as he addressed the group, “i think it would be quite advantageous to have the strongest soldier working alongside the strongest woman.”

hange’s eyes widened in surprise, their head snapping towards erwin, they knew they couldn’t fight that, at all. levi, however, remained impassive. erwin chuckled softly, his gaze sweeping across the small group, taking in each of our reactions.

“well,” he continued, a playful tone in his voice, “isn't it a good idea?” he paused, allowing his words to hang in the air for a moment. the implication was clear: he was endorsing levi’s claim.

i glanced at levi, a strange sensation washing over me. it was flattering, to say the least, that the strongest soldier, captain levi, wanted me on his squad. it was intimidating. he was known for his demanding nature and his unwavering expectations. he noticed my gaze, nothing seemed to escape his sharp eyes, giving nothing away. it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

“well,” erwin announced, “i think y/n will be in levi’s squad,” he paused, then offered me a warm, reassuring smile. “but if you want to change your mind, y/n, there’s always hange’s squad, or even mine.” it was a generous offer, a subtle way of ensuring i felt i had a choice, even though the decision seemed all but made.

hange groaned in frustration, they knew when they were outmatched, and arguing with erwin when levi had already made his intentions clear was a lost cause. levi, on the other hand, simply nodded, as if the matter had been settled from the start. i returned their nods, accepting my fate, or perhaps, my opportunity.

“i can’t believe this!” hange said, crossing their arms over their chest and turning away.

i couldn’t help but laugh at my new friend’s antics. their over-the-top reactions were endearing, even in their frustration. even erwin chuckled, knowing full well that there was no changing levi’s mind once it was made up.

“you’re laughing too now?” hange exclaimed. they turned back to face us, their eyes wide mock betrayal. “i feel betrayed!”

“sorry, hange,” i said, still smiling, “i swear, if its really difficult to be in levi’s squad, i’ll switch to yours,” it was a promise i intended to keep, a way to reassure change and ease the tension

“please do,” hange pleases, their eyes widening with hope, “it’s going to be horrible with him.” they lowered their voice to a whisper, as if levi couldn’t hear them even though he was standing right there.

levi clearly having heard every word, snapped, “shut up,” his tone so sharp it cut through the lighthearted atmosphere like a knife.

“should we go then?” i addressed levi, breaking the brief silence.

he simply nodded at me

and so, i found myself walking beside him, following him onward his squad. the short walk felt significant, each step taking me further into this new chapter. as we approached, levi stopped, his posture becoming even more rigid, if that was possible. “all of you, listen. this is y/n. she’ll be joining our squad from now on. all of you, present, or don’t, whatever.” his tone was dismissive, as if introductions were a tedious formality.

a ripple of murmurs went through the group. i could feel their eyes on me, assessing from head to toe. i could almost hear the whispers in their minds: a new cadet…joining our squad…she is a rookie, their eyes widened, a mixture of awe and apprehension playing across their faces. i could see the questions forming: is she really that strong? can she keep up with levi’s demands?

levi’s already frayed patience finally snapped. he surveyed his squad, his expression hardening. “well,” he barked, his voice laced with impatience, “are you going to keep staring with your mouths open like a bunch of gaping fish?”

his sharp words made the others turn out of their daze. petra, always the cheerful one, was the first to recover. a wife, genuine small was given to me as she waved enthusiastically. “are you really y/n?” she asked, her voice bright and curious. “the strongest woman?”

i blushed, a nervous smile tugging at my lips. “well, uhm, i guess?” i replied, a slight awkwardness creeping into my voice. “i don’t really like that nickname anyway.” it felt…boastful, somehow, and i wasn’t one for drawing unnecessary attention to myself.

levi observed the interaction from beside me, his expression unreadable as always. he stood there, a silent sentinel, taking in the scene. the other members of his squad, still a little awestruck by my presence and perhaps intimidated by their captain’s, started to introduce themselves one by one. there was oluo, with his gruff attitude that seemed more bark than bite; eld, who offered a polite nod and a reserved smile; gunther, who seemed quiet and watchful; and then there was petra, who was still beaming at me with that infectious enthusiasm.

“it’s nice to meet you all,” i said, my smile genuine and warm as i met each of their eyes. “i hope i’m not a burden and that i can be of help,” i meant it sincerely. i wanted to prove myself, to earn their respect, and to become a valuable member of the squad.

my words seemed to put the others at ease. they returned my smile, their initial apprehension fading, replaced by a more welcoming face. i could tell they were already starting to warm up to me, to me not just as “the strongest woman” but as…well, as me. a sense of belonging, however small, began to blossom in my chest.

on the ride to our now, officially new home, i found myself riding alongside levi. the rhythmic clatter of hooves on the road, a steady beat accompanying the nervous flutter in my stomach.

“captain?” i began, my voice a bit hesitant, unsure of how to initiate a conversation with the notoriously taciturn captain

he turned his gaze towards me, a silent question hanging in the air.

“what is it?” he inquired, his tone gruff but not unkind. I could detect a hint of…something.

“i just wanted to say thank you”

levi raised a single eyebrow, “and why are you thanking me?”

“i mean,” i stammered, trying to find the right words, “for the opportunity you gave me to be in your squad. i know hange really wanted me on their team, and i appreciate you…well, you know, choosing me.” i trailed off, feeling a little foolish for making such a big deal out of it.

he looked at me for a few seconds. the silence stretched between us, the only thing i could hear was the sound of the horses. “no need to thank me,” he finally said, “you’re strong and that’s what matters”

“well, i just wanted to thank you,” you mumbled, feeling a sudden wave of awkwardness. “sorry.”

he looked away, a slight frown creasing his brow. “you don’t have to apologize,” he muttered, sounding almost irritated, “it’s stupid”

“yeah, sorry- i mean, nevermind,” you said, feeling yourself blush again

he turned his head to look at you again, his expression unreadable. “do you always apologize so much?”

you bit your lip, a small smile playing on your lips. “sometimes,” you admitted, your voice soft.

“you need to stop apologizing for things you don’t have to apologize for, brat,” levi said, his voice surprisingly gentle despite the bluntness of his words. the unexpected softness in his voice makes a fleeting warmth spread through you.

“fine, captain,” you muttered, subtly increasing the distance between you. you weren’t sure why, but the urge to create a little space between you and your new intimidating captain was almost instinctive. his presence was…intense. like standing near a tightly coiled spring, ready to unleash at any moment.

levi watched you with a curious expression, his gaze following your movements. “what are you doing?” he inquired

“uh…i guess going with the squad and leaving you…alone, until we arrive?” you said, your voice trailing off as you realized how that sounded. you immediately regretted it, your cheeks flushing crimson. i wanted the ground to swallow me whole. god.

he huffed, an almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips. “stay close,” he ordered, moving closer to you again, “you’re the new one, i don’t want you far if we have an attack”

“yes, captain,” you replied, a slight smile playing on your lips.

he didn’t say anything else, his gaze fixed on the horizon. his expression remained unchanged, a face that betrayed no emotion. he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, not even to himself, but a subtle sense of satisfaction settled within him. he was glad that you were in his squad. glad that, ultimately, you’d been placed under his command rather than hange’s. your presence…it was…he trailed off in his thoughts, unable to define the feeling. it was unfamiliar, a subtle shift in the usual order of things. you were, on the surface, mostly like any other soldier in his squad- strong, skilled, dedicated. and yet…there was something different about you.

he found himself observing you, almost unconsciously, drawn to details he normally wouldn’t even care about. the way the sunlight caught in her hair, turning the strands into a halo of light. the determined set of her jaw as she navigated the rough terrain, a clear indication of her focus. the way your eyes crinkled at the corners when you smiled, the expression of warmth that seemed to illuminate your entire face. the gentle way you caressed your now horse’s neck.

without you knowing it, he’d started frequenting the training grounds more often. he would position himself at the edge of the camp, a silent observer amidst the trees, his gaze fixed on your movement. he liked, enjoyed, watching you train. your movements were so fast, precise and powerful. he found himself anticipating your presence, scanning the crowd of cadets until he found you, even before this official transfer. he’d never spoken to you directly until now, but he’d been watching. waiting.

he pushed the thoughts down, dismissing them as irrelevant. he was a soldier, not a poet. emotions were weaknesses, distractions that could get him killed, or worse, get his squad killed. there was no room for such frivolous things in his life. duty and survival were all that mattered.

“it’s going to be fun,” your voice cut through his internal thoughts. he turned his head and saw you looking at him, with that smile, that smile that radiated optimism everywhere.

he looked back at you, your gazed meeting for a fleeting few seconds. your smile. it was…something. it truly was. a warmth seemed to emanate from it, a light that momentarily pierced through the hardened shell he’d built around himself. he quickly looked away.

“you don’t know what you’re talking about, brat,” he muttered, his voice again gruff, the familiar harshness returning as a defense mechanism. he scowled internally. he needed to focus.

despite his gruff words, a small thought lingered in the back of his mind. yes, he thought to himself, it’ll be interesting.

author's note: short but y/n pov cause yeah. thank you for reading, next chapter will be interesting *wink wink* and long. ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

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