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bluebellhairpin · 1 year ago

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Tamed.

Kenny Ackerman X Reader

Summary: Working as a bartender you meet a lot of different people. Kenny Ackerman just happens to be one of your regulars. Maybe a friend. Perhaps more.

Warnings: Swearing. Kinda Perv Kenny (but he's a good Uncle so it cancels out ig). Canon Character Death. Reader; drinks alcohol, is called 'sweetheart', refers to themselves as ' the mothering type', otherwise is g/n.

Listening to: 'More Than a Feeling' by Boston - "So many people have come and gone. Their faces fade as the years go by yet I still recall as I wander on, as clear as the sun in the summer sky - it's more than a feeling."

Masterlist || Ko-Fi || Slice of Life Collab

You’d been working at The Lake for two years. They would’ve been quite a pleasant two years working the local watering hole, if not for your own personal demon leering over your shoulder most nights.

Kenny Ackerman.

It wasn’t that he was an awful guy. His more sleazy words and looks were only ever that, words and looks. He dared never lay such sleazy hands on anyone - which was half the reason he had never been kicked out. It was mostly due to his endearing quality of how quick he was to throw hands with other patrons - the rowdy ones who deserved to be thrown out to begin with - and he almost loved doing the honours of telling people not to come back too much.

Either way, he was more annoying than anything else. Plain old annoying.

Kenny was so closed off that - even after two years of shifts that ended at 1AM where you stumbled out from exhaustion after closing, and he stumbled out beside you from one too many beers - you couldn’t even say you knew his favourite colour. But…

You did know he rode a Harley Davidson which roared into the parking lot almost every night you worked. He’d tempted you with a ride home on it multiple times, and you’d yet to agree - and as much as you itched to take him up on the offer, the unspoken cat and mouse game you’d started wasn’t going to be ended by you.

You knew he had a tattoo that stretched over the back of his shoulders - thanks to a New Year's bet that he wouldn’t completely strip and jump off the jetty into the lake (the one the bar was named after). He won over a hundred dollars that night, and promptly shouted everyone their next drink. The tattoo read ‘Ripper’ in big gothic block letters. Not that you remembered on purpose - anyone would remember a tattoo like that, you told yourself.

You knew he had a sister - he didn’t talk about her much, but he brought a woman in with him once and told you “not to worry your pretty head” about it. She was a pretty little thing, with dark hair and eyes that matched his. She had a manner to her that spoke of a kind soul with thick skin. You liked her, but you’d yet to see her again.

And you knew he was one of the only patrons of The Lake who could pull off a greasy mullet. Or sing Redgum karaoke while barely being able to stand and still make it sound good. Hell, that somehow made it sound more real, the guy had you almost pouring a martini through tears.

You had guessed that tonight would be just like any other.

It wasn’t.

Thursday’s were about as uninhabited as The Lake got. On a night so humid, and with no reason to get out of the house, no one was around. A storm was smelt in the air, one evening spent at home wasn’t a worry for anyone, if only to save themselves from being caught in the rain.

Hearing Kenny’s bike rumble into his usual spot was no difficult feat on a night so quiet. You’d just finished fishing out a new box of beer bottles for a fridge behind the bar that was lacking when he walked in. What had you stopping mid-step with your mouth open wide enough to catch flies was who he had with him.

“Whose fucking kid is that Kenny?”

Nothing but the sound of The Rolling Stones answered your question. “I could not foresee this thing happening to you.” The jukebox sang.

Yet the state of the child whose bicep was in a vice grip between Kenny’s fingers only raised even more questions. His face wall sunken in, and eyes blown wide as if taking in the world for the first time. He looked awful.

Kenny walked over to the bar, dragging the poor boy beside him and pulling him up onto a bar stool before sliding onto one himself. You sat the box down on the floor, looking at Kenny expectantly.

“What food you got?”

“Depends what you’re looking for.” Kenny looked down at the boy, pointing vaguely.

“Hasn't eaten in,” they both shared a quiet look, “A while.”

“M’kay.” You ducked into the back room, telling your chef/manager/accountant/boss that an actual meal was needed tonight, then returned with a pre-made peanut bowl. You slid it down in front of the kid, turning again behind the bar to make up a glass of water and passing it to him also.

Then you turned to Kenny.

“I know you don’t like telling people stuff, but for that kid’s sake I’m gonna have to ask you what you’re doing with him.” You said, eyeing the boy as he plunged his hand into the bowl of peanuts. “You don’t really give off ‘dad’ vibes, deadbeat or otherwise, and I really hope you didn’t kidnap him.” He just scoffed.

“Can I get a whiskey.” he said, looking up at you, “Or are you just good for not minding your business and looking pretty?”

“I’m trying to make sure you’re not doing bad guy shit. I can let the lewd comments slide, but if you’re doing stuff with a kid you’re not supposed to I’m gonna call the cops.” you said, “No need to be rude about it.”

You turned to grab the top shelf whiskey as he lifted a hand to push back his hair. He sighed deeply and hunched over as you placed a glass in front of him.

“He’s my sister’s.” Kenny admitted quietly. “She’s… Died. I’ve got him for tonight. At least.” His words sent a cold but quick shock down your spine. “One step better than government housing or wherever.” You recovered quickly even though his openness had left you grasping at straws for what to say next. It wasn’t like him to give away so much information.

“I’m sorry.” you’d said, resting your hands on your workbench, then after a few long moments added, “What’s his name?”

“Levi.”

The boy lifted his eyes at the sound of his name, but otherwise didn’t move from his now highly converted bowl of nuts. From the way his hands cradled the bowl, it didn’t look like he’d be sharing them anytime soon. You looked at him, properly, and saw nothing but how sad he must be feeling.

You didn’t know Kenny well, but you knew him. Enough to know that he was not someone friendly enough for some kid who just lost his mum - whether he was their uncle or not. But could you do about it? You weren’t exactly the mothering type either.

Thunder cracked in the not-too-far distance as you poured the boy another glass of water.

You hadn’t seen Kenny for a week.

That was unusual mostly because the longest he’d gone without frequenting your bar was about three days. If you’d known his address, you would’ve visited just to make sure he hadn’t died while looking after his nephew.

When he finally showed up, you almost didn’t notice him. If it wasn’t for him tapping the bar - a way of asking for a whiskey on the rocks that only he used - he would’ve completely flown under your radar on that busy Saturday night.

“And where’ve you been?” you’d asked during a moment's calm while the other bartender poured drinks.

He looked up at you, slighting his hat up with a pointed finger so he could meet your eyes. He had been so quiet - and he looked so tired. It was no wonder you barely noticed him when he was so out of character.

“What, missed me didcha?” But the snark didn’t reach his eyes.

“Where’s the kid?”

“At home.” he mumbled into his glass, tipping it up and drinking half in one go. When he met your eyes again you raised an eyebrow. “Not alone - I’m not that stupid sweetheart.”

“I’m five minutes from the end of my shift. Buy me a drink.”

“No thanks.” He scoffed at you.

“That wasn’t a question.” You said, starting to turn away, “Kahlua with vodka, thanks.”

Going back to work, you kept an eye on him. Watching as he downed the rest of his drink in (again) one go. He got the attention of the other bartender, ordering another whiskey, and a kahlua with vodka.

When you returned to the front of the bar after ditching your apron, you found Kenny sitting with his back towards you at a table near a window, with both drinks before him.

“Didn’t think you’d actually listen to me asking for a drink.” you said, patting his shoulder as you came around to sit at the seat across. He smiled a little - but it was nothing like the wide wolfish grins you normally saw.

“You weren’t askin’, remember?”

“You didn’t have to listen.” you said, sipping on your drink and taking a proper moment to look him over. “You look horrible by the way.”

“Jesus, thanks sweetheart.” he said into his glass - but took a much smaller mouthful of his drink compared to before, “You know how to make an old man’s night.”

“The kid’s been putting you through the ringer, huh?” His eyes met yours and you saw his shoulders slump - barely.

“That obvious?” he asked. When you nodded he sighed, slumping back in his seat with his hands ruling over his face and into his hair under his hat - his gangly legs stretched so far under the table that they slid between yours. “He’s a downright brat. It’s ridiculous. Karma has it out for me, I can see it now.”

“It surely isn’t that bad, you might just need to get used to it - it’s barely been a week -”

“I found him standing behind me in the kitchen holding a bread knife.” Kenny said, leaning forward on his elbows to whisper. “I think he wants to kill me.”

“He wouldn’t be the first.” you said, taking your turn to speak into your glass while you drank.

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.” you scoffed, setting the glass down again, “But after two years, I think I don’t want that so much - just give him time.”

“You seriously trying to persuade me that an eight year old who hates me doesn’t want me dead?”

“‘You seriously trying to persuade me that an eight year old who hates me does want you dead’? Listen to yourself Kenny.” You said, mocking him, but making him think seriously at once. “He’s lost his mum, you’re not so cold to think a boy would want to lose another relative again so quickly.”

You felt his legs shift between yours - they pulled away, but not enough. You could still feel the warmth of his calf press against yours. “Anyways, with how you wave your pocket knife around so - he might’ve just been trying to copy you.”

“Right,” he said, lifting his glass to his lips and casting a long glance out the window. “Kids do that, don’t they?” The conversation entered a lull as you both took turns sipping your drinks and staring at the lake lapping at the jetty. A comfortable silence if you ever knew one.

The air around you changed as the jukebox started a familiar riff of AC/DC. “She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean. She was the best damn woman that I ever seen.”

Kenny looked at you, downed his drink, then spoke.

“Wanna take me up on that ride tonight?” he asked. You broke out in a grin.

It was still warm outside, and the gravel car park crunched under your feet as Kenny led you to his bike.

There was a thrill sitting hot and heavy in your gut. The fact you had said yes to Kenny to a ride home - perhaps more. Did you want more? He was attractive, in an older man sort of way, and despite all the gross things he could say sometimes he was still a nice enough guy.

Heaven knows you could both use a chance to get laid.

“I was starting to wonder how much longer I had to work on you before you finally said yes.” he said, breaking away from your slide to throw a leg over the seat with a grin. His hand outstretched to offer help to get on behind him. “Lucky for you, I'm a patient man.”

As you slid your hand into his, you climbed on - soon finding that in order to be comfortable you needed to be pressed quite close to his back. But you were feeling like being a tease too.

“Maybe I’ve liked making you wait.” you hummed, chin pressed to his shoulder as you spoke into his ear. You felt him chuckle under your palms as he kicked the engine into gear.

“Maybe I’ve liked waiting.” he said over the machine’s roar.

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starstruckkittensweets · 2 years ago

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“Snowdrop” Pt. II (Kenny x Reader)

Fandom: Attack on Titan Pairing: Kenny x Reader Words: 8.1k

A/N: It’s been...84 years since I last posted the first part. It stands on its own but it doesn’t dabble into *the good stuff*, and thankfully this one does! It’s strange returning to a fic after so much time has passed, especially with a character I don’t always write for! Nevertheless I hope you guys enjoy this one!

Warnings: 18+ only (minors please DNI), medieval setting, fallen kingdoms, heavy swearing, hunting and animal death, talk of killing and fighting, Reader practices archery and actively hunts, soulmate bonds, Reader realizing she may or may not be h-word for her soulmate, Reader is also a virgin, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), dirty talk, hair pulling

Part I | Part II | Part III

Through some unspoken arrangement, you start traveling with him officially. He no longer talks about leaving you, and you no longer berate him about the queen. Instead, the two of you spend your days traveling through the remains of the kingdom—the same one your parents loved so dearly—eager to get as far away as you possibly can. At night, you sleep beneath the canopy of the nearby forest, or right underneath the stars, if Kenny is in a particularly good mood. Those nights are few and far between, but they’re your favorites.

Slowly but surely, you realize life with Kenny Ackerman isn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Sure, he’s still rough around the edges, and his mouth seems to grow fouler every day, and there’s no changing his huntsman nature any time soon. But he talks to you a bit more than he used to. He actually shuts up and listens when you tell him the stories your father used to tell you—about the vast forests, the rushing rivers and crashing waterfalls, and everything along those lines. Once in a while, he’ll even ask you about your old life, back before Frieda took over the kingdom and became queen. Those seem to be his favorite stories to hear, although he’ll probably never admit it.

It’s the little things you grow to enjoy. The usual tossing of the scratchy brown blanket on colder nights. The exaggerated grumble in his voice as he pays for your meals along with his own. The way he tips his hat over his eyes, as if he thinks it’ll hide his face completely—and sometimes, if he’s really annoyed with you, he’s swipe his hat off and slap it right on your head, before walking off as though nothing had happened. That’s happened more than either of you care to admit, but every time it does, you always have a hard time wiping that damn smile off your face.

Maybe it’s the soulmate thing. Yeah, it has to be.

But life with him has been far from easy. There are still ruffians out there, secretly working for Frieda, searching every city and village for even the faintest trace of you. They’re all the same to you, whether they’re castle guards, off-duty knights, or just simple villagers looking for a reward from their beloved queen. Although you’ve traded your torn skirts for tunics and trousers (at Kenny’s suggestion), your face is still recognizable. You’re nowhere near safe, despite the lies you tell yourself at night. It’s a hard truth to accept, but one of these days, you know Kenny will no longer be here to protect you.

You have to be ready when that day comes.

“Teach me to fight.”

For the first time since you met him, Kenny looks genuinely shocked. He lowers his blade, the small cleaning cloth dangling from his fingertips. His eyes are wider than you’ve ever seen them; in this bright afternoon sun, in the heart of this forest’s clearing, you notice just how strong those flecks of blue are—and how…captivating they can actually be.

You expect him to laugh, like he always does whenever you say something he deems ridiculous. Or brush you off, or ignore you completely. But instead, he keeps staring at you, his mouth pressed into a thin, tight line.

“No.”

You blink. “Why not? Isn’t it better if I should know?”

He must know it, too. He can’t keep protecting you forever. Worst case scenario, if the two of you end up being separated, you have to be prepared to defend yourself. Besides, it would take some of the weight off his shoulders, if he knew you could handle yourself in a fight. So why is he against the idea in the first place?

He lowers his eyes, scraping the cloth along the blade once more. “You shouldn’t have to learn.”

“But why not?”

When he doesn’t answer you, you take a seat across from him on the forest floor, crossing your legs in front of you. His eyes flicker up to meet yours, but only for a split second. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he decides to give you an answer.

“It’s dirty business. A hole you can’t crawl out of. It’s hard to stop once you start. And I know you wanna learn and all,” he cuts you off, the moment you open your mouth, “but just listen to me. You shouldn’t have to do that to yourself.”

You keep your lips sealed, waiting for him to continue. He clears his throat, places his blade down, and leans in close to you. His knee brushes against your own, rustling the red-brown leaves below.

“Listen, kid. You think you’d be able to kill someone, if you had to?”

You want to say yes so badly, just to prove him wrong and insist you can take it. But as the words sink in, you realize the weight of what you’re asking of him—and what he’s asking you, right now.

You remember that fight in the tavern, just a few weeks ago. How you flinched away when Kenny brought his knife to the balding man’s throat. How you kept replaying the sound of his blood spilling onto the stone floor, over and over again in your head for nights on end. How the sound haunted you, every time you closed your eyes.

Could you really be able to do that to someone? End their life with a clean stroke, just like that? Even if they were totally deserving of it…would you be able to swing that blade?

Maybe taking a life had more weight to it than you’d originally thought. Maybe, just maybe, being a huntsman for most of his life had taken a toll on Kenny, in ways you couldn’t even begin to imagine.

Still, you’re persistent as ever. You shake your head and look him directly in the eye, hoping you’ll be enough to convince him.

“If it came down to it—if it’s my life or theirs—I think I could do it.”

He stares at you for a long time after that. Seconds blend into minutes, and for a moment, you wonder if you’ll spend the rest of the day here, staring at each other until the sun goes down.

Suddenly, Kenny shakes his head, tipping his hat over his eyes—and a breathless laugh leaves his lips. Not a mocking one, but a real one.

“Fine, have it your way, kid.” He pushes himself off the ground, and you’re quick to follow his lead. “You have any experience with weapons?”

A silly question to ask a princess, but you were lucky enough to have a father who had a passion for hunting and fighting in his spare time. “I used to practice with a bow.” You used to spend hours out in the meadows with your father, hitting that silly red target until your fingers ached from the cold.

“Tch, a coward’s weapon.”

Your skin prickles at his voice. “No it’s not!”

But Kenny seems so sure of himself—and judging by the smirk on his face, he’s having way too much fun riling you up. “Sure it is. You like to stand back and hit your target from a distance. Stay away from the actual fight. I’ve seen it before.” His fingers dance along the handle of his blade, the one he always seems to go for in the heat of battle. “Now this—this will win you fights. Not some shitty bow and a few arrows.”

You roll your eyes at his dismissive tone. He might be right, but you’re not about to give up. You have a special bond with shooting a bow. Even now, nearly a decade later, it still reminds you of your father.

“I don’t care. My father taught me how to use a bow. I’m not going to give up on it.”

For a moment, Kenny’s face softens, and you think you see something flash in those dark blue eyes of his. But then he’s turning away from you, heading over toward the pair of horses you’ve tied up a few yards away, right at the edge of the clearing. His black stallion snorts, and the silver mare blinks sleepily at you.

A spare gray blanket is draped across his stallion’s back, hiding the stash of weapons Kenny always likes to cart around. He’s picked up a few new blades over the last couple weeks, adding a new sword or two to his collection. But his favorites have always been the knives—especially the curved one he always polishes. It’s probably the only one he ever bothers to clean and keep nice.

“Stubborn little shit,” he grumbles, tossing the blanket off to the side. “No use in changing your mind, is there?”

You tilt your head, lips already parted to ask what he means by that—but then he turns around, and your throat tightens at the sight before you.

It’s an old bow, but still strong and sturdy. You’ve seen this kind before; in fact, it’s the same kind of longbow your father used to practice with. Made of yew with a strong bowstring, and a simple but elegant look to it. Beautiful in its own fierce way.

How long has he had this for? This is the first time you’ve seen it, and you definitely would’ve remembered him snatching up a bow as beautiful as this one from the knights and guards you’ve encountered. Has he been hiding this from you, for all this time?

He all but shoves the bow into your trembling hands. The yew is smooth, practically polished, and the grip made of firm leather. You trace your finger down the curve, savoring the gorgeous sight in absolute silence.

“Take it,” he grumbles, and his hand lifts up to touch the brim of his hat. “Don’t have much use for those kinds of weapons, anyway…”

A soft thank you dances along the tip of your tongue—but your mouth is too dry to get the words out. And when he reaches around to hand you a small quiver, your throat begins to burn.

“If you want, I can get you some more arrows. They’re always easy enough to find. So just deal with these for now.”

There are six arrows in the quiver—more than enough to practice with. Steel arrowheads, white feathers, and just as sturdy as the bow itself. Seeing them now makes you think of all those memories you have, of watching your father practice shooting his bow in the meadows behind the castle. Of the whistling sound each of the arrows made, and the slice of the bowstring in the warm summer air. And then, of the smile he would send your way, and the way you eagerly clapped for him, before begging him to teach you how to shoot. Even at a young age, you were desperate to be more like him.

Your chest feels tight. For the first time in almost a decade, you feel as though you have a piece of your father right beside you. As though he’s not completely gone—at least, not anymore.

“…Well?” You tilt your head up and blink at the huntsman, who stares at you expectantly. “Aren’t ya gonna thank me, or what?”

Heat crashes over your face. “Oh, yes! Thank you… It really means a lot to me, Kenny.”

It’s rare that you ever use his first name, just as he never really uses yours. But hearing it now seems to soften his face, and he pulls his hat even further down his face. A moment later, his hand is against the top of your head, fingers ruffling through your messy hair.

“Just don’t point that thing at me. Ain’t lookin’ to get killed just yet.”

So you practice. For hours and hours, until the sun starts to sink against the horizon. Leaves are tinted with orange, dark shadows coil around the forest floor. The bow feels natural in your hand—strong, dependable, and part of you.

But it’s also been so long since you’ve actually held a bow in your hands, much less shot an arrow and hit your target. Six years in the castle dungeons has taken its toll on you, and you’ve nearly forgotten how to reign in your strength and position your body in all the right ways. It’s strenuous work, but you’re more than happy to have a bow back in your hands.

You barely pay any attention to Kenny, who’s seated in the shade of a nearby tree, still polishing that stupid curved blade of his. Once in a while, you’ll catch him staring at you, before he scoffs, rolls his eyes, and turns back to his work. You only shrug your shoulders and continue practicing. He can make his comments all he likes—nothing can put a damper on your mood now.

You start out small, getting a feel for the bowstring and how it snaps against the yew. Then, you try it with an actual arrow. You’re not surprised when you completely miss your target. You just have a lot of catching up to do.

Arrow after arrow, you practice your aim and your stance. But you’re so engrossed in your training that you barely take note of your surroundings, or the footsteps that inch closer to your spot in the center of the clearing. You don’t even notice until something warm rests on your shoulder, and a shadow crosses your own on the orange-tinted grass.

“Don’t curl your shoulder,” Kenny grunts, setting your shoulder back. “And relax your arm. No wonder your aim is shit, with a stance like that.”

You have half a mind to snap at him, but you follow his advice. Rolling your shoulder, relaxing your arm—it all starts to feel natural. The lessons with your father come flooding back to you, one after another.

And suddenly, you’re back in the meadows behind the castle, with your father positioned behind you. His hands are over your own, directing the bow to the center of your target, whispering words of encouragement in your ear. Lessons with him used to make you feel so warm and safe—only on those days did you feel truly safe, that no one would dare try to hurt you. Now, you feel something a little similar, with Kenny helping you instead of your father. But his warmth is much different than your father’s, if you can even call it that to begin with.

The tips of his fingers press into your lower arms, calloused palms brushing along your skin. His breath falls over your shoulder, and for a brief moment, you almost forget to breathe. That’s when you feel the inside of your wrist begin to burn—right where those three damn words are written into your skin. You grip your bow tighter and take aim at the tree, but almost immediately, Kenny tugs your shoulder back.

“I said don’t curl it,” he grumbles, and you can almost see him rolling his eyes. “For fuck’s sake, kid. Listen for once.”

“I am,” you hiss between clenched teeth. But to your surprise, there’s no real malice in your tone. “Why are you even helping me? I thought you said this was a coward’s weapon.”

“Shut it. If you’re gonna insist on using it, you might as well learn to use it properly.”

You take aim again, purposely refusing to curl your shoulder (and rolling your eyes when you do), and point the arrow in the direction of the tree. The bowstring rests against your lips, the familiar tension sending a shiver down your spine. The huntsman’s hands trail down your arms, keeping them steady against the warm wind.

“Don’t forget to breathe.” You can feel your skin pebble at his voice, hot breath spilling down the back of your neck.

Breathe in, breathe out. You close your eyes and reopen them. The wind caresses the loose strands of your hair, pressing gentle kisses along your face.

The bowstring snaps forward, and there’s a thunk as the steel arrowhead lodges itself into the rough bark of the tree.

“Ha! I did it!” You beam up at Kenny, who watches you with a lopsided smile on his face. “I finally hit it!”

His palm covers the top of your head, mussing up your hair for the millionth time today. For some reason, though, you feel cold when he pulls himself away.

“Nice job, kid. Keep it up and you’ll be a sharpshooter in no time.”

Is that so? The thought makes you smile. If only your father could see you now…

But when Kenny starts to turn away from you, your heart drops to your stomach. Suddenly, your mouth moves before your mind can.

“Thank you, for helping me out. I really appreciate it. You know, even if it’s a coward’s weapon.”

The inside of your wrist itches when the words leave your lips. Kenny stares at you, eyes a dark shade of blue in the light of the dying sun. Perhaps it’s just the orange tint of the sunset—but you swear you can see a splash of pink dancing across his cheeks.

“…Whatever.” He turns away fully, tugging the brim of his hat down over his eyes. “Just keep practicing. And don’t get yourself killed.”

He doesn’t talk to you for the rest of the night, but you don’t mind. In fact, this is the first time you actually enjoy the silence between you. It actually feels natural.

For the first time in years, you fall asleep with a smile on your face, with your fingers curled around the yew bow, and Kenny’s stupid scratchy blanket draped over your shoulders.

The next few weeks are spent wandering the forests, practicing your aim and your stance. When you get tired of shooting at trees, Kenny suggests shooting at animals—the smaller ones, of course. At first, you’re appalled, but then you realize winter’s only a few months away. The two of you won’t be able to rely on tavern food forever.

Kenny helps you with picking out game. Squirrels, wild turkeys, rabbits—it’s all food, one way or another. Meat is meat, and as Kenny insists all the time, “It tastes much better if you kill it yourself.”

It makes you sick, the first time you bring down a rabbit. But once it’s skinned and cooked (and the urge to vomit has left your throat), your growling belly wins you over. The meat…isn’t as bad as you thought it would be. But maybe that just has to do with the way Kenny prepares it.

But once you get comfortable with the practice, Kenny leaves the hunting to you. He prefers to set snares around whatever campsite the two of you make for the week, instead of going after game himself. You can see his reasoning—one morning, the two of you woke up to see a belt of fat rabbits hanging from the snares he set a few days before. When you ask him about it, he simply shrugs his shoulders.

“Don’t really like to get my hands dirty out here. Snares are cleaner than knives, anyway.”

Yet, he doesn’t have a problem with killing people. But you keep your mouth shut. You don’t want to get on his bad side so early in the morning.

It takes about a month or so for you to realize the changes in your behavior—both professional and personal. You don’t stick your nose up to hunting for game anymore. You’ve gotten used to the nighttime chill that settles in your bones when the sun goes down. Kenny’s soft snores become a comfort, rather than an aggravation. In fact, when it comes to the huntsman—your soulmate, the voice in your head is quick to remind you—you’re starting to find yourself feeling more and more at ease with him. Dare you say it, you’re starting to trust the man.

You blame the marks on your wrists, the stupid promise of soulmates written on your skin. But something tells you there’s more than that. There’s more than the words that keeps drawing you toward him.

And as the summer months go on, you suspect he might be feeling the same way.

He ruffles your hair more often than not. He gives you gruff compliments every time you bring back game. On colder nights, you lean in close and drape half of the brown blanket over his lap. This particular practice quickly becomes a ritual, and even when it’s warm out, you rest your head on his shoulder and snuggle in close. He mutters under his breath about it, but he never shoves you away. Instead, he lets you stay and sleep with him, silently watching over you with his knife in his hand.

You’re starting to feel safe with him—but that’s what scares you the most.

Because these feelings of warmth and protection and security…aren’t that simple. You enjoy the way he feels against you at night, with his shoulder pressed against your cheek. You enjoy the constant head pats and scarce compliments—even if they are a little backhanded sometimes. The way he looks at you, the way he holds you, the way he pulls you close every time the two of you come across a new village or town—everything sends a shiver down your spine.

You enjoy his attention. You want more of it.

No, not attention.

You just want him.

In the dead of night, when Kenny is fast asleep beside you, you bury your face into his shoulder and breathe in his scent. Musk and pine, with a touch of smoke. Smoking used to be a hobby of his, in the earlier days of your traveling. He always used to laugh when you scrunched your face up in disgust. But he only smokes once or twice now, just to get on your nerves.

The scent clings to his clothes, his skin. The pine of the forest around you, the sweat of his brow, the scratchy blanket around you two—all of it just feels like home.

Your eyes burn with tears, but you press your face deeper into his shoulder before they get a chance to fall. The words etched on the inside of your wrist begin to itch.

Maybe this is what your mother always meant when she talked about soulmates. This overwhelming sensation, when your chest feels full, your mind can’t stop racing, and your fingers quiver uncontrollably. All you can think about is how much this man means to you, how much you want him to remain in your life.

Love.

The word tastes funny on your tongue, and you almost laugh, in spite of yourself. You’ve got to be kidding. The words Kenny Ackerman and love belong nowhere near each other.

But you can’t stop yourself from thinking about it. There’s a part of you that loves this man—this aging, foul-mouthed, murderous man.

You don’t get much sleep that night.

The summer breezes turn icy. Leaves sprinkled with red and brown and yellow begin fluttering to the ground. The air grows crisp and cool. The dirt of the forest floor is no longer soft, but hard and stiff. It crunches beneath your boots with every step you take.

Autumn is fast approaching. You need to find shelter, to wait out the upcoming winter months.

The nights are getting even more unbearable—apart from the shift in weather. It’s getting harder and harder to keep your distance from Kenny. Bumping into him on the road, giving him backhanded compliments more often, even stealing his hat right off his head to wear it. When the moon is high and the owls sing, you find yourself snuggling close for warmth. He allows you to stay, but there’s always that little voice in the back of your head, wondering how long it will last.

“I’ll set a few snares,” he says, his voice ripping you out of your thoughts, “try to see what I can find. You alright out here for a bit?”

You flash him a smile and tap your bow, hanging from your left shoulder. “I’ll be fine. Try not to get into any trouble out there, okay?”

He scoffs before reaching out to touch your hair. “Should be telling you the same thing, brat.” His fingers feel warm, brushing along the skin of your forehead. “We’ll head out tomorrow. Deal?”

“Deal.”

With that, the two of you split up, and you sling your bow off your shoulder and draw an arrow, eyes pried for any lingering game.

It’s becoming more difficult to find good animals out here. What with the colder months looming over you, game has been growing scarce. It’s not long before the animals become nothing but skin and bones. Of course, you always have a supply of dried meat that Kenny likes to keep around, but until you find some shelter and properly store it, it won’t do you much good.

There’s a river a few yards away—you can hear the water crashing all the way from here. A spark of hope comes to life in your chest. Water means animals. You’re bound to find something over there, if you’re patient enough.

As you head for the river, you think back to your conversation with Kenny, and the smile you gave him just before he left. A forced smile, one you practiced in the halls of your castle, before and after Frieda took over the kingdom. It kept you alive for nearly a decade, trapped under her rule and caged within your own home.

You haven’t smiled like that in months… So why are you starting to do it now? And with Kenny, no less?

The answer swirls around in the pit of your stomach: it’s the only way you can cope with these growing feelings inside of you.

The two of you are soulmates, and that’s something neither of you can escape. Your fates are intertwined, you’re destined to stay by each other’s sides. For any other pair, it would seem logical to enter a relationship. But with everything you’ve seen of him so far, you can’t see Kenny committing to something like that.

You can’t see him devoting himself to something as silly as soulmates, especially with the life he’s led.

It would be easier if you didn’t have to deal with these bothersome feelings. Why do you want to be near him so badly? To hold his hand and have his arm around your shoulders? To see that rare smile of his and be the only one who can make him laugh? And maybe, just maybe, to feel his mouth against your forehead, and perhaps even your lips—

The thought makes your skin crawl, but in the most pleasant way possible.

A rabbit leaps out of the bushes just as you make it to the river. In a flash, the bowstring snaps and the rabbit squeals. It lands in a heap of light brown fur, an arrow lodged in its neck.

A pool of red spills out onto the dark forest floor. You heave a sigh as you yank the arrow out and grab the animal by its hind legs.

At least you’ll be able to eat good tonight.

Nights with Kenny are always the same: meals eaten in silence, with the fire crackling between you, before splitting up to do your bedtime routines. Kenny’s mostly consist of cleaning his beloved blades and checking the snares one last time, and yours consisting of wrapping yourself in that old scratchy blanket and fighting to get at least a few hours’ worth of sleep. Recently, you’ve started waiting for Kenny to finally settle down, so the two of you can share the blanket before falling asleep.

But tonight, you crave something different. You don’t just want to sleep by his side anymore. You don’t just want to feel his warmth seeping into your left shoulder.

The writing on the inside of your wrist burns. It hasn’t stopped itching since the day you realized these feelings for him.

Something hot slides down your cheek. Your voice gets caught in your throat as you raise a hand to wipe it away.

There’s a groan from the man beside you, and immediately, you feel your heart drop to your stomach.

“Kid,” he mumbles, voice still groggy with sleep, “what’s wrong?”

There it is again—kid—that simple nickname you’ve grown to hate and love, all at the same time. Before you know it, the blanket falls off your lap and into the dirt below—and your hands are curled around the front of his shirt, mouth crushed against his own.

You pull away almost immediately. The taste of salt and smoke is splashed across your lips; dark blue eyes burn into your own in the darkness. Your fingers quiver against the collar of his shirt.

I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. Please forgive me. I didn’t mean it.

All the words you want to say—all the words that you should say—are right at the tip of your tongue. But for some reason, not a single one leaves your lips. Your mouth trembles beneath his gaze, and for a moment, you want to kiss him again, and the thought simply terrifies you.

But then his hands are cradling the back of your head, pulling you in for another kiss.

You start to lose yourself in him: the faint scent of smoke, the sting of salt, the scrape of his teeth against your own. His fingers twist in your hair, bringing you closer to his chest. The skin of your inner wrist burns like nothing you’ve experienced before; and when you bump against Kenny’s arm to hold him close, he lets out a pleased groan.

Looks like he’s been feeling the exact same way about you as you have been about him.

Suddenly, kissing him isn’t enough. You want to feel him, in every way you possibly can. You want to give him something to show your gratitude—not just as a soulmate, but as a protector. As a shield from all the evil in this wretched world.

You lower your hands, fisting the threads at your waist—and that’s when he stops you, fingers clasped over your own.

“You don’t have to.” His voice is a bit raspy from the heated kiss, but firm all the same. “Not now. Not like this.”

“…Why not?”

He sputters for a moment, eyes dropping down to the forest floor. For a moment, in the dying embers of the campfire, you think you see a faint shade of red dusting his wrinkled cheeks.

“Are you serious?” he grumbles, still not meeting your eyes. “I’m not—you’re just…fuck, kid. Are you really gonna make me say it?”

You know exactly what he’s insinuating. You know exactly what you want to do with him, what you want to do to him. Six years under Frieda’s close eye hasn’t made you completely clueless to the human body, and what it can be used for.

Obviously, you were far too young when your mother was alive for her to explain the concept of love and sex to you. And your father was always too bashful to bring up the topic himself. But people talk, especially in the underground dungeons. You caught bits and pieces from stories, asked questions to the women trapped in the cells around you. You don’t know everything there is to know, but that doesn’t mean you can’t learn.

And right now, you’re confident enough in yourself to reach up and tug at the first few buttons of Kenny’s shirt.

He groans when you pull apart the fabric, exposing his collarbone to the cool night air. You lean in and kiss the soft skin below, subtly moving yourself into his lap. He doesn’t stop you; his hands remain in their place right against your hips.

“I don’t mind,” you murmur against his heated skin. “I want this. Do you?”

He swallows hard, before his voice comes out in a groan: “Of course I do. Just don’t push yourself.”

You have half a mind to ask him what he means by that—but then your hand brushes against his lower half, and you feel something pressing into your inner thigh. Something hard.

The dying embers illuminate his roguish grin. “You sure you can handle it, princess?”

Your whole body flushes with heat at the name. It’s supposed to be a title, spoken with respect and admiration from those around you. But when it comes from Kenny, you suddenly feel dangerous. This is all wrong, very wrong—princesses aren’t supposed to give themselves to huntsmen like this—and yet, it all feels so fucking right.

“I think so.” Your fingers fumble with the thread of his trousers, sliding them through one another as fast as you can. Then, as he lifts his hips, and you slide his pants down to his thighs, you gaze up at him with wide eyes and ask, “Can you teach me?”

His fingertips dig into your hips, so hard you start to think you’ll have bruises by tomorrow morning. Within moments, you’re lying flat on your stomach, elbows propped up against the dead leaves of the forest floor, and Kenny’s rough hand fisting itself in your hair. The slight pain sends a shiver down your spine. It scares you, but in the most pleasant way possible.

You’re far past the point of thinking Kenny will hurt you. You trust him with your life. You feel completely safe with him. And for that, you’re willing to let him do anything he wants with you, both your body and your soul.

“Start slow,” he growls as your hands brush the growing bulge in his boxers. “No need to rush.”

You smirk at the thought—you have no intention of doing so. You’re going to savor this moment for all it’s worth, every little bit.

The waistband of his boxers catches against your fingertips—and suddenly, his cock is in your hand, hard and red and leaking and simply massive. You almost choke at the sight. How is he this big?

His dark chuckle sends a chill down your arms. “Too much for you already, princess? You’re barely even touching it.”

You pout only for a moment, and then you’re dragging your fingers up and down, gently massaging his throbbing length. The bead of fluid that gathers at the tip catches your eye, so you smear it across the head with your thumb. He groans again, hand tightening against your scalp, heavy boots scuffing up the dirt and leaves from below.

It’s amazing, watching such a strong and seemingly fearless man writhe and moan like this. It gives you such a powerful feeling—and suddenly, you want more.

You lick your lips and lean down, sliding your mouth over his cock. Words spill from his mouth, but you don’t catch them. You’re too busy hearing your heartbeat echo in your ears, too focused on the taste of him in your mouth.

It’s strange at first, when your only instinct is to pull back and gasp for air. But you breathe through your nose, leaving your mouth free to pleasure him. Slowly, you start to move your head back and forth, relishing the soft moans that fill the darkness around you.

Leaves crunch under heavy boots. Calloused fingers lick at your scalp, your cheeks, your throat, before pulling back and wrapping themselves in your hair. The sound of your name between those ragged breaths of his make you shudder.

“Princess,” he hisses, barely managing to compose himself, “you alright?”

It’s hard to talk, so you pull away with a wet pop and smirk lazily up at him. “I’m okay. You sure it’s not too much for you, though?”

And then his hand is at your nape, pushing you even further down his body. “Fine—but you won’t be if you keep running that pretty little mouth of yours. Now suck.”

You take him into your mouth again, but this time, you bob your head even faster than before. He’s getting desperate, you can feel it in the way he grips your hair, moans your name, your title—as though you’re the most precious thing in the world to him.

You jerk your hand upwards, sucking on the tip of his cock, big eyes fluttering up to savor the sight of his face. Jaw clenched, teeth bared, eyes half-open—seeing such a powerful and dangerous man fall apart like this is simply beautiful.

Especially when you’re the one making him feel this way.

His nails dig into your scalp. His cock twitches violently against your tongue. A low moan slips from his mouth, in the form of your name, and suddenly, something hot and salty spurts onto your tongue. You pull away slightly—Kenny loosens his grip on your head but still keeps his hand steady—and you lap up the remains of his release.

When you’re finished, and his body sinks further against the tree he’s propped against, you press a soft kiss to the head of his cock and tug his pants back up. But you barely have time to buckle his belt before he’s pulling you into his chest, kissing you roughly, even though your lips are sticky with his cum.

“Fuck it,” he grumbles hoarsely, and suddenly you’re straddling his lap, as his fingers pull at the threads of your trousers. “Lay back. Fair is fair, right?”

His wolfish grin sends a shiver down your spine. Your trousers loosen around your waist, and he tugs them down to your knees before slipping them completely off your legs. Your cheeks burn when he presses you down on your back, using his overcoat as a barrier to protect your warm skin from the freezing forest floor.

“I’m gonna fuck you properly, once we find a place to stay,” he murmurs against your cheek, and a moan bubbles up in your throat. His fingertips hook beneath your panties, pulling away the last scrap of fabric that shields your body from him. “But for now… Spread those legs for me, princess.”

You obey him at once, and he settles himself between your bare thighs, your panties barely hanging on by your ankle. You’re needy, skin practically burning with desire—but now, having him so close to you, so close that you can feel his hot breath against your most intimate parts—oh gods, you can already feel how wet you are—it makes you blush and bury your face in your hands. Suddenly, those dark blue eyes are too much for you, as handsome as they are.

But his hand curls around your wrist and tugs it away from your face, and you’re forced to meet that roguish grin you’ve grown so accustomed to. “I don’t think so,” he remarks slyly, wetting his lips with his tongue. “I wanna see your face when I make you cum on my tongue.”

His words send a tremor down your spine; your thighs tremble against the palms of his hands. Never before have you heard something so foul, so filthy—and yet, with every word he speaks, you can feel yourself getting wetter. He seems to realize this, too, and he drags a long finger against your slick folds. You gasp when he gathers some of your wetness onto the tip, only to lap it up with his tongue.

“Just as I thought,” he growls, but to himself or you, you’re not sure. “Come on, princess. Don’t be shy, let me see.”

You shudder violently at the first swipe of his tongue, his hot breath clouding over your slickened skin. You reach down and twist your fingers into his hair, matching his movements from earlier. He starts out slow, licking from top to bottom, occasionally swirling his tongue over your clit. And for a moment, you start to relax—and you have to admit, it feels nice.

Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

But then he slides a finger in, long and thick, and your toes curl in the dirt. You slap a palm over your mouth at the last second, muffling your moans as you writhe against his overcoat.

Kenny. You want to say his name, but you don’t have the strength to speak.

“Aww, come on now, princess.” There’s an edge to his voice, a dangerous glint in his eye as he glances up at you. Your face burns with shame as his tongue pokes out from between his lips, already glistening with your slick. “If you can’t take a couple fingers, how do you expect to take my cock?”

He starts moving his hand at a gentle pace, curling his finger in an upwards position. Your head falls back against the coat, thighs tightening around his wrist—only for him to push them away with his other hand and wrap his lips around your little clit. This time, you cry out his name into the darkness, arching your back as tears gather in your eyes.

“That’s my girl,” he growls against your clit. He sucks a bit harder, teeth scraping against your sensitive nub, and your head begins to spin.

“Kenny,” you choke out when he slips in a second finger, “Kenny, I-I…”

He leans up and smirks down at you, thrusting his fingers into you at a faster pace. His lips are shining in the moonlight, traces of your juices still glistening on his chin.

“Use your words, princess.” Your back arches again when he curls his fingers just right, hitting that special spot deep inside you. “Tell me what you want.”

Too many thoughts racing through your head, too many words buzzing on the tip of your tongue. It’s all just right there—just like the winding coil deep in the pit of your stomach. The pressure slowly building up inside of you, clenching your thighs and whining out when he forces them apart once more.

“C’mon, you can do it.” Another thrust of his fingers, another pitiful whimper of his name. “What do you want me to do to you, princess?”

Something hot and fierce claws its way from your chest—an animalistic urge, one that compels you to sink your nails in his hair and yank him closer, closer to your burning clit. Tears are slipping from your eyes, your voice scratching your throat when you finally find the strength to speak.

“You… I want you…to move your fingers… Give me more.”

His smirk only grows wider at your confession, his tongue tracing along the outline of his lips, and you’re quick to jolt away when he shamelessly presses his face against your clit. Flicking his tongue and curling his fingers and snickering when you moan out his name into the cool night air.

“That’s my good girl. That’s what I wanna hear…”

Your head twists against the fabric of his coat, fingers scraping through the dark roots of his hair, thighs clenching as that damn coil keeps winding inside your stomach. It’s getting so tight, too tight you almost can’t breathe—gasping for air with every brush of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers.

A tear slips down your face when you feel him add a third finger. The stretch is too much, it’s too tight, and you’re struggling to breathe as it is—

But you can’t deny it feels so fucking good.

“S-so close… Kenny, I’m…”

“Hm?” Through your tears you can see him glance up at you, lips still wrapped around your clit. “You say somethin’, princess?” But he’s still suckling in between his words; it’s almost impossible for you to answer him.

“…I-I wanna…”

“Y-you wanna what?” he mocks, tearing his face from your slick—and you nearly sob as he slides his fingers from your heat. “I told you to use your words, didn’t I? So use ’em. Go on, I’m listening.”

That primal urge bubbles in your chest once more—not unlike the adrenaline after a successful hunt or atop a racing horse in the fields. You can feel it under every inch of skin in your body, prickling with fire, searing with such heat it’s almost unbearable. And the sight of his smug face only makes it worse; it makes you bare your teeth and clench your fists and squeeze your thighs around his hand. Trapping him against your burning flesh.

You’re a princess—the true princess of this kingdom. A title granted to you at birth, passed down from generation to generation, royal blood and power coursing through your veins. And you will answer to no one, especially this rugged huntsman who’s hell-bent on driving you insane.

Even if he does have your words engraved on his wrist. You refuse to yield to anyone.

Including your soulmate.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.” Your voice trembles, but it’s enough to make his eyes widen and his jaw tighten. “I…I want you to use your fingers. And your mouth.”

“…Is that right?”

And suddenly he’s hovering over you once more, forehead pressed against your own, his hands unbearably hot against your thighs as he pulls them apart as wide as he can. Your heart leaps in your throat, hands quivering beneath those steely blue eyes, in the faint light of the campfire beside you.

“A bit greedy, but at least you’re learning to use that mouth of yours.” His fingers are teasing your entrance, his thumb swirling over your clit at a soft and gentle pace. “You really want that, sweetheart? You want my fingers deep inside your pussy? Want me to fuck you with ’em, lick your pretty little clit until you cum on my tongue? Is that what you want, sweetheart?”

You swallow hard, trembling arms resting around his shoulders. “Y-yes, I do…”

“Then I wanna hear you say it.”

A deep breath—and then you’re staring right into those steely eyes, your blood singing in your veins.

“…I want you to fuck me with your fingers. Make me cum on your tongue. Please, Kenny—I need you—”

The plea in your voice pushes him over the edge. He’s groaning into your mouth before moving down the length of your body, sliding two fingers into your slick heat, his lips finding purchase against your swollen clit. And suddenly your fingers are tangled in his hair once more, hips rolling against his mouth, that familiar coil winding up in the pit of your stomach.

Your whole body is throbbing, skin ablaze against his own, stomach rolling and tightening with every thrust of his fingers, thighs clenching around his head as your eyes burst open to meet his own and suddenly—

“Kenny!”

Your voice echoes in the air as your vision sparkles with stars. As the coil finally snaps and you’re tumbling over the edge, barely registering his tongue lapping up your release between your thighs. Moaning when he slides his fingers out of you and replaces them with his tongue, shivering when the scruff of his chin brushes along your inner thighs.

A minute or so passes before he pulls away, dipping his fingers into his mouth before caressing your face with his free hand. His palm, albeit rough and scarred, is comforting against your cheek, and you don’t hesitate to nuzzle into its warmth when he positions himself over your body for the third time tonight. Your eyelids are heavy, chest still heaving from the heights he’s taken you to. Heights you didn’t think were even possible until tonight.

You can only hope there will be more nights like this one in your future.

You find yourself dozing off as he cleans you as best he can, with a spare rag from one of the saddlebags and some water from his canteen. A soft smile stretching along your face as he wipes down your thighs and dries you off, before slipping your panties back over your legs. Reclining against the tree closest to the campfire and tugging you into his chest, before throwing the familiar scratchy blanket over your lap and tucking it around your body.

You’re too tired to speak—honestly, you have no idea what to say, even if you could talk right now. So instead you lean up and press a kiss against his cheek, right above the line of scruff on his chin. He grunts and shrugs his shoulders, mumbling something about getting too soft, but you can’t really focus on it now. You’ll ask him in the morning, after the two of you get some rest.

But you’re awake enough to hear him chuckle as you curl yourself into his chest, arms wrapped around his waist beneath the blanket, as he pulls you in close to press a kiss against your sweaty forehead.

“Sleep well, princess.”

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yes-i-am-a-tree · 2 years ago

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"I thought I was gonna die. " (Platonic!Kenny Ackerman x reader)

Summary: You were to play a part in a plan Kenny and Levi created to break you out of captivity and get away safely. The ironic thing is, you had no idea such a plan existed, so you take your own route, throwing both Kenny and Levi for a loop. Regardless, you prove to them that you can fend for yourself. You also prove that you're a terrible horse rider.

Genre: Angst but gets wholesome at the end. Happy ending.

Also, Platonic Levi x reader but to a minimal amount.

Warnings: bodily injuries, mentions of execution and murder, Kenny being a disappointed father :')

Somewhat proofread 😅 more notes at the bottom 👍

Set in a Western AU!

High noon. Exactly 12 clock was the time your execution was scheduled.

You were framed. Though they had only gotten one thing right out of their accusations against you.

You were Kenny's apprentice. You were 100% along with him every step of the way. Listening to his every order, and obeying his every command. You owed it to him. You can't even count on both hands how many times he's saved your life.

But they were wrong with everything else. The MP claimed you tried to assassinate the king. The Lord of all three walls. It's a wonder everyone believed them because you weren't big or powerful like Levi or Kenny. But they accused you anyway because they knew you were directly associated with Kenny the Ripper.

But apparently, that was in the past because they welcomed him with open arms and left you in the dust.

So you sat and waited. You tried desperately not to think about your doom but it was always on your mind. It ate away at you during the night and it loomed over during the day.

And soon. It was the morning of the last day you'll ever see the sun again. The last day you'll enjoy (not that there was much too in this cramped musty cell)

You tried to savor your last hour before one of the palace guards knocked on the heavy metal bars of your enclosure. It was time to go.

Once you were forced into the palace square it was almost like an open cathedral.

There were crowds among crowds of people. All watching with their beady greedy eyes.

Surprisingly to you though, and you were handcuffed to a pole, no executioner stood nearby. In fact, you found it weird you were chained to a pole in the first place.

You sat in the brutal sun before the crowd grew silent. The king had arrived to watch.

You looked up at him and scowled. He of all people shod know you were not guilty. It was those fucking snobbish Military Police.

Then, a familiar clop of footsteps sounded behind you. 'Of course, he's here, he's basically the head of the MPs at this point.

He then walked his brown leather boots directly in front of your line of sight. You frowned. 2 weeks ago, you would've been overjoyed to see those boots. But now, you just felt betrayed.

On multiple occasions, you hoped and even prayed that he would come and save you. I mean, hell, you had been with him for over a year, did he not care? You gave up that hope a long time ago when you were being transported to the castle prison and you saw his face in the mass of people. You saw him look away. You saw him turn his back on you.

And now he was here to mock you.

Suddenly he squatted and grabbed your face, forcing you to look up at him. Kenny's signature smirk was condescending.

"Don't you know how to show your owner some respect?"

You could hear a couple of guards snicker. You grimaced.

He seemed to grin wider at your reaction.

"What, you don't wanna talk to me? " Kenny asked teasingly.

You just glared. You regretted the last year of your life. Everything just went wrong from there. And now, you were about to die. Alone. Disrespected. And innocent.

Then, He slapped you across the face. Albeit, it was softer than any of the beats he had given you before, nonetheless, it still hurt like hell. You bit back a couple of cuss words.

You truly hated him.

"Sorry sweetheart, I have to teach you a lesson for trying to touch the King"

As he said this he stroked your face where he slapped you like he was trying to soothe you. That just added fuel to the growing fire of hatred inside. You closed your eyes to conceal your tears. He was the last person you wanted to cry in front of.

If only you had kept them open because it was obvious, while you were up that close, that he regretted hitting you. He hated doing it every time. But now was not the moment to feel sympathy.

He took ahold of your dirty hair and slammed your head against the pole behind you. It was like a shock, the vibrations rolling through your skull and the pain and ache that continued endlessly.

You couldn't help the sound of your pain that left your mouth.

Kenny kept his facade. "Don't act so fearless now, you know what's in store for you."

He back-talked you for about 5 more minutes and gave you a couple more mild hits before a loud noise erupted from the large front doors of the cathedral. A gunshot.

Suddenly there was screaming from the outside. Everyone spectating turned their attention to the doors of the cathedral.

And without warning the doors busted open. And out through the doors came someone on horseback. He had a dark hood on and you couldn't make out any of his features.

It was like a dream like some unexplainable thing just occurred. What in the world was happening? Why would anyone want to interrupt your execution?

Before you could think about the rapidly approaching horseman any further you heard the double doors behind you open as well.

You strained your neck to see. The king's guards came pouring out of them, one after the other. All suited up in armor and all horseback.

But to your astonishment, the hooded horse rider fearlessly steered in the other direction towards them.

You tried to watch their scrimmage but you felt Kenny suddenly grab your face.

"Listen to me, I'm gonna untie you and you're gonna follow after me. Got it? "

Without thinking you nodded immediately. So he quickly got to work on your bindings.

But as he hastily cut the rope off, a fleeting thought took a hold of you.

Did you want to be saved by Kenny? The man who betrayed you? Part of you would instead still be executed than go with him. You didn't want to go back to being his little obedient assistant. You could live on your own right?

Then Kenny leaned back up, finished with your rope, and instead of paying attention

to what he was saying, you noticed a stray horse galloping behind him and suddenly, it became a lot more interesting than whatever he was ordering you to do. 'I can get out myself' you thought. 'I don't need his help anymore, he was going to let me die anyway.’

As you pulled your arms off just to make sure, you put your plan into action. You quickly threw your head back, and headbutted Kenny as hard as you could.

In reality, it wasn't too hard, but the surprise most definitely made up for it. Kenny sat utterly dumbfounded for a second as you took off in the direction you last saw the horse.

"Y/N! " you heard him roar.

A part of you wanted to stop and curl up in fear but the majority of you sped up.

This was unreal, unheard of. The minute you reached the light brown horse you took a hold of her reigns and wasted no time mounting her.

She hiccupped in her movements and made a move to shake you off but obeyed when you yanked suddenly on the reigns.

The whole time this occurred you heard Kenney's yells.

In your mind, you found it funny. It was about time he stopped treating you like some dog.

You sped around the cathedral before racing towards the exit.

The crowd was loud, the guards were loud and the noise drowned out as you steamrolled your way through. You didn't even look back.

The way forward was not clear. After the double door was passed through, the people in the streets screamed in fear for the stallion bounding in their direction.

The wind zipped past your hair, and for once in your life, you felt on top of the world. You were unbeatable, untouchable, immortal.

You zoomed past shops and police, they were too stunned to stop you. You heard a faint cackling and realized it was coming from you. For some time, you felt like you could feel this way forever, free, happy... Like it could never end.

In your haste and carelessness, you failed to notice the cart in front of you until it was too late.

In your spilt second to reflexes, you steered the horse in an extremely harsh right, and it worked for a moment until you realized you were going to crash headfirst into a tree.

You yanked on the reigns once again, but the inertia flung you out of the saddle and out over the horse.

Unfortunately for you, out past the tree you were trying to avoid, laid out a deep River bank. What was supposed to be a short fall off your horse for a moment, ended up being a 4-second tumble down the rocky side of a river bank.

On your way down, the harsh ridged rocks dug into your skin and did little to hinder your fall. Your limbs got caught on small trees and the pain... The pain was immeasurable.

You hit the water with a splash and promptly passed out.

...

Kenny was pissed.

Beyond pissed.

Honestly, he was so angry it surprised him but he didn't dwell on it for too long.

He and Levi had a near perfectly fine plan, but then you had to fuck it all up with that dumbass little stunt you pulled.

Really, what the fuck were you even thinking? Now he has to go out and look for your dumbass. Any sympathy he felt for hitting you earlier felt completely justified in his eyes now.

I mean, why the fuck didn't you just listen to him? He was helping you for God's sake!??

He forced his way through the same crowds you did with his horse. Looking for any sign of your path.

After a minute of riding, through a gap in the road, Levi caught up and rode alongside him. Levi had changed out of his disguise and was looking for you too.

The more they continued through the town without any clues to your wear about, the angrier Kenny became. He was so fed up. He thought that he might actually kill you when he found you.

But as they drove up the road, there was a crowd in the way.

They slowed down but as they got closer, to their dismay, the crowd wasn’t about Y/N. It seemed like they were trying to calm down a horse.

Kenny huffed in annoyance and tried to force his way through but Levi called out to him.

"Kenny wait,” Levi ordered.

"What!? " Kenny asked exasperatedly.

"Shut up and look at the horse."

Kenny stopped at took a good look at the horse. It was light brown... And for a moment he wondered why he should even care but it finally hit him. The horse you left on looked exactly like it.

He and Levi looked around frantically. You couldn't have gone too far, he's sure they didn't feed you well.

Then, he spotted the cart. It seemed out of place from the start but it was quite literally just sitting in the middle of the road.

Moving around the crowd, with Levi following him, he rode up to the cart and dismounted.

Levi got off his horse questioningly and took both reigns and proceeded to tie them to a nearby tree.

Kenny continued to look around. "I think she's around here somewhere, I'm sure that cart tripped her up."

Levi gave no sign of agreement and instead took a look around as well. In truth, he was annoyed too but understood why you would do this in the first place. Kenny never had a good reputation for being genuine or communicative.

But overall, a part of him was worried, both before this and right now. He never thought he'd think this but he didn't want you to die, and right now, you were seriously in danger.

They continued to scout out the area, around the trees and nearby shops, until, while pushing back some bushes, Levi saw the stream. It was a large river bank with rushing water, and there was a steep decline of rocks and trees to it.

"Kenny! " Levi yelled and moved to carefully start his descent to the water.

As he stepped down the more stable rocks, he noticed that some seemed loose, like they had been moved, and there were spots where there were depressions in the ground where a rock used to be.

Soon enough, Kenny came rushing to the bank as well. Immediately taking after Levi (albeit hastily and less carefully)

It took them some time to reach the bottom, but on the way they saw broken trees and... Blood. Blood coated the smooth rocks and twigs left abandoned by the side of the bank. They grew more perturbed.

Once they reached the bottom Kenny immediately looked around the sides of the water. No signs of you, just undisturbed sand.

"She must have gotten carried away by the river!" Kenny yelled over the rushing water.

He and Levi jogged downstream (The decline into the back was too steep for their horses). It was a large basin of water, all flowing and crashing into large rocks down the slope. Further ahead laid a small waterfall, which didn't leave a good feeling in Kenny’s stomach.

They clambered down the sides and continued looking for you. So far down the stream, there was nothing, but it was their only hope in finding your wear abouts.

When Kenny looked ahead, the stream reached somewhat of a turn, or it was more like a couple of large boulders broke the stream into veins, and the largest ran down to the right and out of view.

The other smaller streams kept riding on, out into different directions but what caught his attention was the odd brown object protruding from between some of the rocks.

Without hesitation, he wadded through the strong current towards it. Levi followed doubtlessly, though, he hesitated because he didn't want to get his boots or pants muddy.

Once Kenny eventually reached the other side, he could see what the strange object was.

There, abandoned on the shore was a stray boot. He knelt, picked it up, and studied it.

It was the left boot and when he thought about it, it was suddenly familiar. He took it in his hands and stood up. There were no footprints, or bootprints, just plain sand.

"YN! " he called out. He looked around desperately. "YN!! "

Levi had already strode ahead, taking note of the boot, he walked forward checking behind large boulders. As he progressed forward, he finally spotted what they were looking for.

A body crumpled up along with the rocks. From what he could see, there was a substantial amount of blood.

"Kenny! " Levi called again as he speed walked towards your unconscious form.

Without missing a beat Kenny took off to where he heard Levi. He kept his pace until he spotted you as well, increasing in speed to get to you faster.

He couldn’t will himself to call out to you again, too afraid of the silence that might follow. You can't die. It isn't possible, he doesn't have time for it.

You were in worse shape than he thought. Of course, Levi reached you first, but from what he could see, your left calf was twisted beyond its normal capabilities. There was blood across your stomach and he could see large scratches and the beginnings of bruises started to form on your skin.

Your clothes were tattered and soaked, whatever skin was showing looked damaged in some way or another. Kenny leaned down and watched Levi hurriedly check your pulse. Even Levi looked concerned... or even scared.

Kenny watched as Levi’s face turned from anxious back to his normal scowl.

“Well, is she alive or dead?!” Kenny half yelled out of nervousness.

“She’s alive,” Levi stated in monotone, “But she’s probably broken some bones and we’ll have to carry her back.”

Kenny grumbled but felt a rush of peace. He didn’t want to admit it but he was tense the whole time before Levi said that.

“Well, let’s get a move on, I’m sick and tired of this shit.” Kenny spat. He sat the boot down and squatted to find a way to pick you up. But as his hands breached under your back and knees, you abruptly started coughing and heaving. It was a thick and heaving cough, and every time you did was excruciating.

“Finally awake huh?” Kenny taunted through gritted teeth, “Have a nice trip?”

You were too disoriented to comprehend what Kenny was saying. You groaned because of the pain and let your eyes adjust. The noise of the water and Kenny’s loud ass voice overwhelmed you.

“What…” You croaked. “Kenny?”

“Yeah it’s me, Princess,” Kenny said sarcastically, “I’m here to save your dumbass.”

“What’s going on?” You asked no one in particular. Your eyes finally adjusted and you could make out Kenny and Levi looking down at you. Levi looked more or less normal but Kenny… well, let’s just say Kenny didn’t look pleased.

“You tell me. We had a plan but it seems like you had other ideas.” he bitched.

“I,” you thought about it but found your brain was having a hard time thinking. “I didn’t know” you muttered dumbly.

“Yeah, I can see that,” Kenny said angrily, “You’re in a butt load of trouble for this little stunt you pulled, first you fuckin’ headbutt me, then you run off and now you’ve troubled both me and Levi by having to walk all the way down here to get you. I haven't even mentioned the stuff we're gonna have to do to get you back and fixed.”

You felt embarrassed, to say the least. If your face wasn’t already burning from the blood rushing to it from the pain, it sure was now. “I thought that- I thought-”

“Well you thought fuckin’ wrong, that’s what you fucking did, you screwed it all up,” Kenny cursed.

Levi had already stood up when you weren’t paying attention, but his voice suddenly made his presence known. He wasn’t one to get into his uncle's affairs, you were Kenny's little brat and had little relation to him, but this was getting to be too much.

“Can we do this shit some other time, Kenny?” Levi spoke with an annoyed tone.

“No! No, I have shit to say to this little fucker.” Kenny barked at him while staring at you.

Kenny then reached down and grabbed at your shirt, hauling you up and causing you to huff. Your legs strained and the ankle, which was numb before, suddenly felt very noticeable and painful. You whimpered and hissed.

“When I fucking tell you to do something, you’re supposed to Fucking Do It!” Kenny hissed while jabbing at you, “Don’t fucken ignore me. Don’t do the opposite. And Don’t Fucking Hit me you little-”

He stopped momentarily when he saw the tears running down your cheeks. “Oh, don’t you think for a second those crocodile tears are gonna’ make me forget this mess sweetheart. You fucked this shit up, and now you’re gonna pay for it.”

Levi cursed and anxiously shuffled on his feet, “Kenny, lets just fucking go, our horses are still-”

“Shut Up! I’m not done!” Kenny ordered, “What were you even thinking huh? Do you want this to happen? Did you think you were gonna do something? Did you think this was gonna change anything? Huh?” Kenny shook you with every question, unaware of the pain this was causing you.

Some more tears fell down your face. You kept grimacing.

After you didn’t answer because of the pain, Kenny continued. “Some shit like this happens every single time! Should I have just left you there? Maybe I should've because now I have to deal with your bullshit again. Do you want me to bring you back!?”

“Kenny, I thought I was gonna die” you sobbed.

Kenny stopped at stared at you. Since you said it through tears and hiccups it took a moment to understand you. “You thought you were gonna die?” He questioned condescendingly.

It took a second for you to answer, because of the hiccups and gasping. “I thought- that you had left me for good. You just left me to die- I thought I was gonna die.”

He stayed silent for a moment. Huffing through his nose and staring at your pain-stricken face, trying to understand exactly what you meant.

“It was when- When” You gasped. “When you turned away from me when they took me away. You turned away and left me.”

Kenny stared at you with a confused expression, but then sighed and looked down when he realized where the misunderstanding happened.

Kenny’s voice was much softer now as if explaining to a toddler he spoke, “Y/N I did that so that the MP didn’t think it was a setup. You know that I have to act so that they didn’t suspect anything.”

“No- No I didn’t because I had no clue you were with the MP. You just-” You huffed once more, “You just left me and I had to stay there with- with no food and in fear because- because I was gonna die. I thought I was gonna die for sure.” You whimpered and sputtered. “And- And you’re really h-hurting me.” You added pitifully.

Kenny hesitated, as if somewhat surprised that he was causing you physical pain, before calmly setting you back down.

He waited for a moment over you, mulling over his actions and the miscommunication that had accrued.

“Let’s go,” Kenny decided, “Levi, help me.”

Levi returned to your side hastily, happy this argument was finally over, and supported your body as Kenny carefully pulled you up and held your bridal style. As he adjusted you, you continued to groan and hiss. Your arm rose to grab onto something because of anxiety since you couldn’t remember the last time you were picked up.

Your hand grasped onto the back of Kenny’s collar and your head rested near Kenny’s shoulder. You continued to huff involuntarily.

Levi grabbed your left boot and they began to walk, without the urgency they had before, up the river. Every step Kenny took left a sting in your leg since it moved with the inertia of his movement but you keep silent.

You closed your eyes and tried to fight the shame and embarrassment that was overcoming you. ‘Another time I fuck it all up, Kenny is right, I really am just a burden.’ Your conscious tormented. ‘Every time I’m around something bad happens. They really should’ve just left me to die.’

“Kenny…” You started hesitantly, “I’m really sorry”

You heard no response and it left you feeling incredibly stupid. ‘What was an apology gonna do? Fix things?’ But something distracted you from thinking this way for too long because you noticed Kenny’s heartbeat had increased substantially.

“Just… don’t you ever do that again,” Kenny said softly while stepping over a particularly large rock. Causing you to wince.

“I won't..” You muttered.

He took this as an invitation to continue talking. “You gave me quite a fright ya know? All I know is that you’re gone and you’ve lost a lot of blood. And then we finally find you and you’re unconscious… heh, you said you were scared you were gonna die, well I was scared shitless that you actually were.” He admitted with a weak smile.

After a moment with no response, he suddenly felt a deep despairing pit form in his gut and he quickly looked down at you.

“Levi, she’s not responding.” He spoke with urgency.

“She’s just sleeping” Levi answered calmly, “She lost a lot of blood.”

Kenny tutted with embarrassment. Nodding as if he already knew that.

“Jesus kid, you’re gonna give me a heart attack.” He spoke under his breath.

★ I know I haven't posted in like, 2 years but im a one hit wonder except my hits aren't wonders they're mistakes.

Also, this is NOT lore accurate at all 😅 I can't even remember theast time I've seen at I just randomly remembered my liking towards Kenny and felt the need to write it.

And actually, if you can't tell, I wrote this on the course of 2 years, some of the beginning is low quality but the end is recent so if it sounds different halfway through apologies.

Also, I wish I could recall the name and uthor but this is a little bit inspired by their Kenny x reader fics where it's in a western AU. I just loved it so much that now whenever I imagine Kenny it's when he's some wanted outlaw in the Wild West.

‼️I have a part 2 if anyone is interested. I'll probably post it anyway if this gets attention 👍

#kenny ackerman x reader #kenny ackerman #aot x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #kenny ackerman x you

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umereads · 2 years ago

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this is like my fav thing on tumblr ><

Kenny Ackerman | of Death and Cigars

Pairing: Kenny Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: Bloodplay, Blood Tasting, Bloody Bathwater, Biting, Age Gap, Kenny says cunny because of course he would

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Back by popular demand, it’s the dirty old man. This is part of my Nine Muses Event to celebrate 9k! Follow the link to read more fanfics I’m writing to celebrate ❤️

The warm bathwater was ghoulish, slowly bleeding from pink to red the longer you sat in it.

At least Kenny didn’t look bad wet. Or bloody, for that matter. But you were used to seeing him caked in crimson, often found stains of it left in the rough patches of his beard. It’s all part of the job, kid. And it was, blood was something you expected out of mercenary work. What you didn’t anticipate was how much you’d enjoy the cleanup, how much you’d take pleasure in sitting between Kenny’s naked legs and let his calloused knuckles wipe someone else’s blood from your skin.

“Got a little on your mouth,” the water splashed as he raised his hand, swiping at your bottom lip, having to repeat the motion a few times to remove the smear, “what did you fucking do, drink his blood?”

Your eyes rolled, “I bit him, he was trying to reach around for my knife.”

Kenny only huffed, flicking water on your face before leaning back and stretching his arms along the edge of the tub. His knuckles popped and his neck cracked as he rolled it, little echoes into the dimly lit room as you fell into silence. You continued to rake a soiled cloth across your arms, most of the water still streaking red over your skin despite your persistence.

“Got some on your back,” he noted, and you could feel his eyes on you, burning spots into your spine.

“Well, wipe it off. Isn’t that what you’re here for? To ‘wash my back’?”

“Nah, I’m just here to look at you naked.”

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#kenny ackerman smut #kenny smut #kenny ackerman #kenny ackerman x reader #kenny x reader #snk kenny #aot kenny #kenny x you #kenny ackerman x you #attack on titan

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vampireg1rl · 1 month ago

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i have two types

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vampyrris · 7 months ago

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I would fight the world for you, little Levi. My heart is in shambles.

Isayama if you’re reading this, HIDE.

[translation credits to @/vooo_eee on twt]

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leviismybby · 1 year ago

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Y'all ever think about Levi's abs flexing when he is fucking you or you're sucking his cock? Because same.

#levi #Sorry #I rewatched the scene where he fights kenny and now I am feral for him #As always #levi ackerman #levi x reader #aot levi #attack on titan #captain levi #levi attack on titan #levi x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi smut #levi x reader smut

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saintgoths · 8 months ago

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ

LEVI ACKERMAN X READER - THE MOON AND HER SECRETS. [AOT AU]

[PART SIX TO THE REALM'S DIAMOND SERIES].

WORD COUNT - 2,413.

RATING - 18+. [slight angst, soft Levi, jealous Levi, m/f sex, riding levi].

[she also has other pairings thus the hashtags but its mainly levi x reader]. comments, liking, following and reblogging would be appreciated!

SUMMARY - levi learns of the blackmail against you and decides to do something about it.

previous chapter - chapter five.

Sometimes you had wondered if you were the most unhappiest girl in the world, destined to fall into society’s chain of what is supposed to be a woman. You had thought your title and connections were to aid you to allow you to be a bohemian, yet alas, men had controlled the world, and you were just a pawn.

Your family had invited the Ackermans to dinner, chiefly, Levi had thought it was best for everyone to get to know each other before the engagement party. You had sat beside Levi, arms low as you had avoided your brother’s look, hands under the table, one had wrapped around your main suitor’s paw, Levi, a keen man had noted the sick look you had attempt to hide, observant, the Ackerman glanced towards his suitress from time to time.

“[Y/N] would fit perfectly in our family,” Kenny smiled, prideful he had sent a charismatic wink towards your way, his brief motion had actually aided you to gain a pinch of confidence, and in response, you had gently smiled towards Levi’s uncle.

“I’m glad to hear that,” your mother smiled, excited that you were marrying into one of the most famous and influential families in du Aurous. Sometimes you could catch the excited bite lip your mother would pass onto your father, and as kickback, you’d scrunch your eyebrows. “Grateful to hear that my dear daughter has been able to gain a suitor like Mr. Ackerman.”

“Call me Levi,” your suitor said and content, your mother’s face brightened. With a quick look towards you, Levi returned his gaze towards your family. “She charmed me.”

Alert, Alan coughed. Annoyed, you had finally looked at your brother before you spoke. “Do you have a problem?” You kindly asked, your sweet tone laced with an underlying distaste.

With bare eyes, your brother clenched his jaw ere he shook his head. “No, no problem,” he said before he picked up his glass and took a sip before he reminded himself to sit up and raise his cuo as he stood up. “I send cheers for my dear sister and Mr. Ackerman,” Alan said, the atmosphere quiet and focused on your brother’s slight tipsy state, the warm candles placed carefully on the long table that had been covered by a fine white cloth made by the best silk, you had still wondered how it never caught on fire.

“I wish my sister, the best and safest life, and a happy future engagement,” Alan said and as he raised his glass higher, the rest clapped their hands together before they had cheered at his hasty speech.

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Before you had stepped outside with Levi, your mother had encouraged you to take one of your shawls fore you stepped into the night cold. Levi had wanted to speak to you privately, in the gardens that he couldn’t help but admire, as his eyes had painted over the setting, you had looked up at the moon, bottom lip tucked behind your teeth as you had gently thought about your future and what was to come.

“If there’s something you want to say, you can tell me,” Levi proposed.

Lips tight, you had thought of what he had just said, you clenched your shawl between your fingers before you moved your face to view him. “I can tell something is bothering you, correction, has been bothering you,” he continued, eyes soft, less cold than they usually were when he spoke to other people.

“Does it have anything to do with what happened yesterday?” He questioned as he then turned his body to face you properly. “If it is, I apologise---”

“It isn’t what you said yesterday,” you eventually said with a sigh. Eyes shyly trained on him, you looked at your main suitor with sad eyes before you spoke. “I’m not sure if I am supposed to marry you.”

Confused, Levi made himself laugh. “After what you have done to make me your main suitor?” He asked, astonished at your indecisiveness.

Arms now crossed; you had forced yourself to pull back your tears that you had felt creeping behind your orbs. You had wanted to speak, so deeply, and keen to know what had made you like this, the Ackerman had brought himself closer to you. “[Y/N],” he softly called. “What made you change your mind?”

With your hands now on your hips, you breathed in deeply to encourage yourself. “I don’t think it’ll be safe for me to do it.”

Confused, Levi pulled his head to the side. “Just tell me.” He painfully encouraged, in distaste of the anticipation.

“I’m being threatened by Sir. Argent,” you had said. “He wants me to marry him and if I do not, he will expose me to the public,” you explained as you pushed the shawl closer to your neck, you looked at your main suitor with wet eyes. “About my time with other men, especially Eren Yeager, he wants me to call off the engagement, along with my brother he has told everything to.”

“My brother, Alan, he is forcing me to marry him.”

“Do not call off the engagement,” Levi said, his voice husk and serious, he looked at you, his once soft eyes, steel with gravity.

Unsure, you shook your head. “I’m not sure.”

“[Y/N], I’ll protect you, I promise,” Levi persuaded, hands on your shoulders, you had gently smiled at his comment. “Come back to my home with me,” he said. “Stay for a while.”

With a frown, you had looked down at the floor. “I don’t think my family will allow it.”

“Do I have to remind you that you’re a suitress?” Levi teasingly asked. “You can do whatever you want. Especially since you’re under my protection.”

With a laugh of relief, you pulled yourself to hug Levi, satisfied of by protection.

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With the handle of a small bag within both of your hands, you had stood in front of the outside of the van Richesse manor, you had been surrounded by your family along with the Ackermans, it had been cold, Levi had offered to give his suit jacket to you but you had kindly rejected his attempt. So now, he had directed his attention towards your brother.

“She will be protected,” Levi carefully shared and as you could feel your brother share a look with you, you had awkwardly pulled your hands behind you.

“I hope the two of you will be talking about the engagement and the wedding,” your mother happily chimed and grateful for your mother’s warm presence, you bared your teeth.

“I promise that we will,” you reassured.

Hands clasped; your mother moved towards you. “Oh, that means I’ll have to come over soon, perhaps tomorrow! So Kuchel and I can help plan everything. You know how us mothers cannot be not excited when we our little ones are going tie the knot,” she shared happily, and as if her sentence had flipped a switch in everyone, the rest of the group invited themselves to speak. Levi who had been against the idea of being acknowledged as the “little one.”

As your personal coachman gathered you and Levi to the stagecoach, the both of you had shared your goodbyes before you had moved into the vehicle.

Most of the ride had been quiet, you had sat opposite each other; you who had enjoyed the night sky, and how big the moon had shone over the city, had felt Levi’s metal-like eyes steer into you, as if he had calculated how much your chest moved up and down in breaths and how much your eyelids had blinked. You had turned to him, curious to what was in his mind, he had looked beautiful, his greyish-blue eyes that usually bore into yours had appeared more inquisitive, thoughtful and curious.

His eyelashes had covered most of his eyes, and his usuall full lips were tight, as if he had prepared himself to ask a question that would move you uncomfortable. “You look like you want to say something,” you said and as he properly sat himself up, you spoke again. “Levi, is there something wrong?”

“You used to spend time with Eren Yeager?” He asked and awkward, you had moved your sight to your fingers ere you nodded. “And he had you after we danced at the Annual Ball?”

“Does it bother you?” You questioned. “I wasn’t even sure you were interested in me.”

Sour, Levi looked out of the carriage window.

“Eren and I do not speak any longer,” you softly explained. “We hadn’t, not for a long time.”

“That’s good to hear,” Levi muttered, and with his left hand clenched, he moved his hand towards his lap, unsure if he had wanted to speak any longer, you had pushed the back of your head against the seat and allowed yourself to enjoy the silence.

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You had brought your legs close to your chest, comforted by the warm water that had been provided to you by one of the maids that worked in the Ackerman home; you had brought your chin to rest against your kneecaps and softly blew through your mouth as you gently traced your thoughts.

The maid had offered to help you bathe but you had wanted to be alone. Levi had been in his office and you had pampered yourself. You had speculated to what Levi and Kenny would do to protect you, two men who have never known you for a month doing their best to aid you, whereas your brother, who you have known your entire life had been ready to sell you to the bitter man just for the sake of reputation.

As you had comforted yourself in silence along with listening to the quiet splash of the movement of water, you had been aware that the door had creaked open, unmoved and keen that it had been Levi, you heard the way he had taken off his clothes and as you had opened your eyes, you greatly smiled. “Joining me?” You had asked and with a look of tease, the man had carefully moved towards you.

“Of course,” he confirmed and as you gently pushed yourself backwards to make more space, you trained your eyes on your main suitor who had made way to sit opposite you.

Of course, he’d look amazing wet, was what you had thought, he had such an intimidating stare, but the look he normally wore had always moved you into a lustful manner. You had watched how he damped his hair with his currently wet hands, Levi had used his digits to stroke through his straight raven locks, eyes keen on you, aware with the growing redness that spread in your cheeks.

“What are you going to do about Sir Argent?” You asked and as he pulled himself closer to you, you felt the pad of his thumb gently stroke your chin.

“Kenny and I will have it under control,” Levi responded, his voice soft and romantic but anxious, you had furrowed your eyebrows.

“You told Kenny everything?” You questioned.

“I told him of the things that mattered, not of what happened between you and Eren.”

Thankful, you had rested your face against his shoulder. “Thank you, Levi.”

“I want you to feel better,” he muttered and comforted, you had lifted your face to look at him to bring yourself to kiss him.

He had been accepting to your movement, his wet hand pressed against the back of your head as he gently embraced your lips. Softly, you had moaned, smoothly you had dragged yourself to properly sit on his lap and wrap your legs around his waist; Levi who had been quick with his movements had pushed his fingers between your thighs, his mouth had hastily moved up your neck while his lips sucked on your skin leaving his love against you body.

“You like that?” He whispered and responsive, you had nodded, eyes twisted shut you had aided yourself to rub your cunt against his fingers, figure tight as you could feel herself easily cum against his hands, embarrassed, you had pulled yourself back, your eyes doe as you could feel your body ached for more. “Don’t be embarrassed, I normally make you cum that fast.”

Humoured, you had wrapped both of your arms around his shoulders. “So arrogant,” you giggled fore you pressed your mouth against his lips. “Now make me cum again.”

“My pleasure,” he smirked as he smoothly pushed his cock inside of you, his girth had relaxed your body and in content, you had licked your lips as you could feel both of his hands move towards your hips, his arms had possessively folded around your figure and you could feel his warm chest press against yours.

You couldn’t help but moan loudly as he started to roll his body, and while the size of his shaft had stretched you inside, the man had begun to thrust his hips upwards, the length of his sex kissing the softness of your hearth, your hands moved to his shoulders as your moans attempted to keep up with his movements.

“Oh—Levi!” You whimpered as you had arched your back as reflex to the tip of his cock reaching to the depths of your cunt, moved, your eyes had watered. “So deep!” You breathlessly moaned. “Just like that, don’t stop---please!”

“Keep moaning for me,” he sighed, his hold tight as he continued to jerk his hips upwards. “So perfect,” he had moaned. “[Y/N], my [Y/N]!” He moaned, the heat of his high had hastily made through his body but he had used his strength to hold back his climax. “Keep bouncing like that,” he encouraged.

“Yes! Yes!” You moaned fore, her nectar surged through your body, tired, you had rested your body against his, gratified with how he had resumed to use your body until he began to milk his ropes into you, his eyes heavy as he leaned back against his bath tub, using the time to catch his breath, you could feel the Ackerman pull himself out of you ere he commenced to stroke your hair before he started to whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

“I’ll always protect you pretty bird,” he commented and content, you had smiled as you had tried your best to not fall asleep.

masterlist

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moo-blogging · 1 year ago

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Late night thoughts #129:

Being neighbours, you had known Levi all of your life, but you were never close until you went to college together. His uncle, Kenny was known as a strange man doing strange business, but he was always funny and kept a cool relationship with the neighbourhood. Your parents never invited the Ackermans to the house but would gift cakes and treats to them during the festive seasons.

Knowing that you and Levi were in the same class, your parents were relieved and sent cookies to the Ackermans to "look after this silly fool" while you were in college. And true to his words, Levi stuck around with you. You thought you would mind him, but he turned out yo be cool and you enjoyed being with him.

Your parents were out of town for a week but you stayed back due to college. It was a group project with Levi. Levi offered to cook for you and you went to his place to work together. It was your first time having dinner with his uncle. You found out that Kenny had a rotten sense of humour and you were very certain Levi got his shit joke from him.

It was late. You packed your things and Levi offered to walk you home. On the way back, you ran into some drunk thugs drinking in front of your house with the music blaring from their cars. One of the thugs teased you and wanted to invite themselves into your house because they knew your parents weren't home. The whole gang started to welcome themselves to the porch.

Your blood ran cold and you felt your knees giving in. Levi shielded you behind him. "Get in the turn on the porch light," Levi murmured. Struggling, you unlocked the front door after 2 failed attempts and quickly reached for the switch. With a flick, the front porch was lit up with a yellowish lamp, illuminating the area.

Levi's eyes were dark beneath his fringe, his posture was dominant and protective. The thugs stopped for a moment to take him in. "Is tha- Levi? " One of the thugs grabbed his friend who was taking the lead. After a few blinks, they recognised Levi. "Shit! Let's get out of here! That's Kenny's boy!"

You finally let go of the breath you were holding but you were scared to stay in your house alone. Levi wouldn't leave you alone too. He made you pack your clothes and stayed the night at his place.

When you made it back to his house, Kenny joked about how Levi was going to get it tonight. You were blushing, partly from his joke but mostly still shocked from the incident earlier. Levi told his uncle it was not the time to joke.

With a tool box, Kenny took off the door to Levi's room. "Not under my watch, you two rabbits." After you called your parents and told them what had happened, Kenny made Levi talk to your parents too, promising to keep distance. Kenny personally assured your parents he would keep an eye on you both.

You slept on Levi's bed. It felt weird when you had his blanket and slept on his pillow while Levi slept on the floor with a sofa cushion and a spare towel. His uncle Kenny made himself comfortable in the living room, walking by every once in a while to check on both of you until he fell asleep snoring loudly.

You have never felt this safe in your entire life.

#ok its really late now #levi ackerman #kenny ackerman #levi snk #levi fluff #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #midnight thoughts #levi heichou #levi x y/n #levi x you #aot x y/n #levi ackerman x you #levi drabbles #levi imagine

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tisakoko · 1 year ago

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kenny ackerman?? say less

kenny would be the type to fuck you infront of a mirror and have a tight grip on your neck to make sure you’re seeing how well he’s fucking you, every time you would break eye contact he would gently slap your face and remind you “keep lookin’ away and you gon’ get punished baby”

kenny would be the type to have you in doggy style and to pull your hair to bring your back to his chest to bite and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. “you like that doll?” he would ask with a sly smirk on his face, knowing that the only thing you can respond with are unintelligible whines.

kenny would be the type to give you the meanest strokes in doggy too, everytime you put your hand against his pelvis to slow him down, he would just grab both your wrists, hold them against your back and speed up the pace even more.

kenny would be the type to have you in a tight mating press, your legs pressed up against your chest, every deep stroke he feeds you is followed with a little bulge at the base of ur stomach, which he doesn’t refrain from touching.

kenny would be the type to fuck you standing up, your back against the wall, your legs locked behind his back and his strong beefy arms wrapped around ur backside, supporting your weight.

kenny would be the type to have you in the speed bump position, a small pillow residing under your lower abdomen, him laying on top of you, resting his full weight on u with every pound he gives you, he even puts you in a light chokehold between his beefy bicep and veiny forearm ughhh.

kenny would be the type to sometimes let you have full control over him, ride him till he can’t cum no more, sit on his face until you feel satisfied.

kenny would be the type to make you ride his thigh when he’s too busy to fuck you properly, he has one hand on your waist, guiding you back and forth on his thigh, the other, busy writing down stuff for work, he’ll let you get off like this till you feel like your desire has been quenched.

overall, kenny is just nghhhh

#kenny ackerman smut #anime smut #aot smut #kenny ackerman #aot x reader #aot x black reader #aot #attack on titan x black reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x you #aot x gn!reader

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sevendeadlywhispers · 8 months ago

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Chapter 18

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•Previous Chapter: Chapter Seventeen

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•Chapter List

•New chapters every Thursday

•Content: Levi Ackerman × OC female. Slow Burn! Canon verse!

•Word Count: 3.2k

•Warning: This content may not be suitable for all readers. If you've watched all of AOT then you will understand that the show handles heavy subjects such as abuse, racism, violence, and other heavy subjects. This fanfiction will also have the same heavy themes. Chapters with heavy themes will be marked with (*) at each chapter.

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A/N: hey....

So I absolutely hate this chapter with all my soul. It took me a whole month to write. I'm so mad about how things turned out! Totally understand if y'all don't like it. I restarted and deleted this chapter so many times. Also super mad about how I wrote Levi in this chapter. I just want to hurry up and get to the 104th introductions but I have some more writing left before then. bare with me y'all. Sorry for the rant<3 (3-29-24)

I staggered into the pantry, my fingers fumbling over the shelves in search of something to drown out the chaos of my thoughts. But alas, Elenor had beaten me to it, leaving me to grumble under my breath about the injustice of it all. If only I hadn't spilled my flask earlier, I wouldn't be in this sorry state.

Elenor's grip on my ear was like a vice, yanking me away from my futile quest for solace. She muttered something about stains and salvaging, but her words were lost in the haze of my alcohol-addled mind. I stumbled along behind her, my steps unsteady and uneven.

"I can't believe you," she muttered, her disappointment evident in the furrow of her brow. "Do you have any idea how long it'll take to fix this mess?"

"Just dye it black," I suggested with a careless shrug, my focus already drifting elsewhere.

"You are not wearing black to the ball," she insisted, her tone brooking no argument.

"How about we just skip the ball altogether?" I proposed, hoping to evade the impending disaster. "I do it every year. Why change now?"

"You're going and that's an order."

Levi's voice pierced the air, sharp and commanding. Somehow he still managed to slice through the atmosphere even without the precision of a blade at hand. When he spoke, it was all eyes on him no matter where we were.

Startled, I spun around to face him, only to find his formidable figure looming behind me like the specter of authority he was. His expression was etched with a scowl, a silent warning of his displeasure. With his sleeves rolled up, his muscular forearms were on display, revealing how his time and effort had paid off. I couldn't help but notice the way his veins snaked beneath his skin. I watched his finger tap rhythmically against his bicep, a habitual gesture of restraint, he exuded an aura of controlled power that left me momentarily breathless.

I sensed the undercurrent of his pent-up frustration, knowing all too well that I was only adding fuel to the fire. Where had he disappeared to earlier that had left him in such a state of anger? Despite his efforts to conceal it, I could see right through him; after all, I knew Levi better than he knew himself.

"This early?" he remarked, striding closer to inspect the wine stain on my dress. "You're a mess."

"That's rich coming from you," I shot back, my words laced with a hint of defiance as I couldn't help but sneak a glance at the way his arms flexed with each movement. The faint traces of blood stained his sleeves, stark against the crisp white fabric, painting a picture of a man accustomed to trouble. Levi was like a magnet for chaos, and I couldn't shake the nagging thought of whose blood might be clinging to his clothes this time.

"I'm not trying to hide anything," he insisted, his tone laced with irritation. "Unlike you, I wasn't trying to flaunt it."

"Iris," Elenor chided, her voice tinged with exasperation. "Mind your manners. You drunk fool."

"I'm not even drunk!" I protested though the warmth in my cheeks betrayed me. In reality, I had indulged more than I should have, the remnants of last night's revelry still lingering in my system.

"Your cheeks say otherwise," Levi observed, his gaze piercing as he met my eyes. "Not to mention how boldly you're speaking to your captain right now."

"Cry me a river, we're off duty," I shot back, my defiance fueled by the liquid courage coursing through my veins.

"Iris!" Elenor's voice rang out, a note of panic creeping in as she attempted to salvage the situation. "I'm so sorry, Captain Levi. She's been drinking since she woke up. She's been nothing but defiant."

"Let's be honest, she probably never went to sleep after what happened last night. " Levi remarked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assessed me from head to toe. There was a flicker of something in his gaze, a complex blend of disdain and... another emotion that eluded my drunken mind.

Last night?

"Oh, whatever," I huffed, spinning on my heel to stride away from the brewing tension. I refused to linger and subject myself to their judgmental gazes any longer. After all, it was just a minor mishap with some wine. What's the worst that could come of it?

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The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a warm glow over our garden as I sprawled on the grass, my mother's voice fading into the background as my thoughts wandered to places they shouldn't dare tread.

"Iris," my mother's voice cut through the haze of my daydreams, pulling me back to reality with a jolt. I blinked, momentarily disoriented, before focusing on her expectant gaze.

"Yes, mother?" I replied, my tone innocent but my mind racing to come up with a suitable explanation for my absent-mindedness.

"What has captured your attention so thoroughly?" she inquired, her curiosity evident in the furrow of her brow. I hesitated, unsure how to articulate the forbidden desires that swirled in the depths of my mind.

How could I tell her that my thoughts had strayed to the forbidden realm beyond our walls? I longed to explore the unknown, to unravel the mysteries that lay hidden in the world outside. The very notion was absurd, blasphemous even. But the urge burned within me, impossible to ignore.

"Iris," my mother's voice snapped me out of my reverie once again, her tone firm but not unkind. I swallowed nervously, my mind still racing as I struggled to find the right words.

"I was just... thinking," I mumbled, my gaze fixed on the ground as I avoided her probing stare.

"About what?" she pressed, her patience wearing thin as she awaited my response. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for her reaction.

"Beyond the walls," I admitted, the words tumbling from my lips in a hushed whisper. My mother's gaze softened, her eyes following mine as we both turned to face the looming structure that cast a shadow over our lives.

The weight of my mother's disappointment hung heavy in the air, she gazed at me, as if realizing a truth she had long hoped to avoid. I could see the reluctance etched in the lines of her face, the weariness of someone who had fought against inevitability and lost.

"I didn't expect you to be interested so soon," she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of regret as she set aside our books, her movements slow and deliberate.

"But it seems the time has come for you to learn one of life's most important lessons, Iris."

"Are those ugly things truly that important?" I frowned, gesturing towards the looming walls that loomed on the horizon, their imposing presence a constant reminder of the boundaries that confined us. My mother's gaze hardened, her eyes narrowing slightly as she fixed me with a stern look.

"You must take this seriously, Iris," she admonished, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"Yes, Mother," I replied, my voice tinged with defeat as I slumped back against the grass, the weight of her expectations pressing down on me like a heavy burden. Why couldn't this be a simple answer, a straightforward explanation that made sense to my young mind?

"Good, now listen closely," my mother began, her voice carrying the weight of centuries-old wisdom. "Those walls represent safety and security to all of us. They protect us from the dangers lurking beyond. It's only natural to be curious, but it can also be deadly. We must remember the blessings we have within these walls."

"What's out there that's so dangerous?" I interjected, unable to contain my curiosity any longer. The thought of unseen dangers lurking just beyond our reach sent a shiver down my spine.

My mother took a long, deep breath, closing her eyes briefly as if gathering her thoughts. I watched as her hands tensed up before she released her breath, her gaze meeting mine with a solemn intensity I had never seen before. It was a look that spoke of fear, of caution, of a mother's desperate plea to protect her child from the harsh realities of the world.

"Iris, dear," she started, her voice a soft murmur carrying the weight of untold history, "what lies beyond these walls is a realm of nightmares. Creatures known as Titans roam freely, devouring anything in their path. They're not merely monsters; they're the harbingers of chaos, the embodiment of primal fear."

Titans. The word hung in the air, heavy with the weight of the unknown. I felt a thrill of excitement course through me, mingled with a hint of fear. How had I never heard of these creatures before? What other secrets lay hidden within the confines of our walls, waiting to be discovered?

"Have you seen one?"

"Iris," my mother's voice cut through the air like a knife, sharp and cold. It was a tone she rarely used. I felt my excitement retreat, replaced by a somber silence that enveloped us like a heavy fog.

"No, I have not," my mother finally replied, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "I've only heard stories."

"Stories?" I echoed, leaning in closer, eager for any scrap of information about these elusive creatures. "What kinds of stories?"

"The gruesome kind," she answered curtly, her gaze distant as if she were reliving memories best left forgotten.

"So these Titans, they're the reason we can't go beyond the walls?" I pressed, my mind racing with questions and possibilities.

"Exactly," my mother confirmed, her voice firm. "That's why we must stay inside the walls. We are safest within the confines of Wall Sina."

"Has anyone ventured outside the walls?"

"Yes, the Scouts."

"Do you think I could ever—?" I began, only to be swiftly cut off by my mother's stern interjection.

"It is forbidden," she stated firmly, her tone brooking no argument.

"But what about Father?" I persisted, determined to uncover the truth behind my father's mysterious comings and goings. "He always talks about protecting the walls. Is this why? Does he go beyond them?"

A shadow passed over my mother's features, her expression clouded with sadness as she spoke of my father's unwavering dedication to his beliefs. "Your father serves the walls in his own way, my dear," she explained gently. "But his duty lies within these walls, among the faithful who uphold the sanctity of our home."

"Swear on your life, Iris, that you will never attempt to breach the walls."

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The wind howled mournfully, chilling me to the bone as I stumbled through the neglected garden. Dead bushes clawed at my clothes, snagging on the fabric as I pressed forward. The iron gate groaned in protest as I forced it open, the rusted hinges screeching in the darkness. The darkness swallowed the stars, leaving me to navigate by instinct alone. Despite the absence of the moon's guiding light, I pressed on, my steps unsteady and my mind clouded by one too many glasses.

I felt like a lost soul navigating the depths of hell. The darkness was all-consuming, swallowing the stars and leaving me to fend for myself in a world devoid of light.

As I collapsed onto the unforgiving marble bench, the cold seeped into my bones, a cruel reminder of my frailty. My mind was a whirlwind of confusion, my thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind.

Why did I drink this much? What was I trying to forget?

"Get up," Levi's voice pierced through the fog of my thoughts, his tone as sharp as a blade but I refused to yield. His hand reached out to help me, but I recoiled instinctively, my body tensing at the thought of his touch.

"No," I protested, my voice a defiant whisper as I clung to the bench for dear life. "I'm fine."

But the darkness pressed in, weighing me down like an anchor, my limbs heavy with exhaustion and regret. With a frustrated grunt, Levi hoisted me to my feet, his grip around my arm as he dragged me from the bench.

"You're a mess. A sloppy fucking mess," Levi muttered under his breath, his irritation palpable as he struggled to keep me upright. I leaned into him, my head spinning with each faltering step.

"You sound just like him," I muttered, my words slurred and barely coherent as I stumbled alongside him. Levi's touch felt suffocating, his fingers digging into my sides like claws as he propelled me forward.

"Let go," I pleaded weakly, but Levi remained steadfast, his determination unyielding as he pulled me closer. "Please."

But my protests fell on deaf ears, Levi's grip unrelenting as he guided me toward the safety of the house. With each step, I felt the weight of my past bearing down on me, the memories clawing at my consciousness like a ravenous beast.

My breath was taken away as I flung myself out of his grip and on the cold cement.

When will I stop flinching at the slightest brush of a hand, my body recoiling instinctively from any hint of closeness? When will I shed this suffocating cloak of fear that wraps itself around me like a second skin, a constant reminder of the horrors I've endured? When will I find the strength to stand tall, to reclaim my body as my own, untainted by the memories of pain and betrayal? When will I stop cowering from a man's touch, and learn to trust again?

After four years, I'm still fighting for peace.

"I said let go," I whimpered, my voice trembling with fear as Levi knelt beside me, his touch gentle against my clammy skin. "Don't touch me."

But Levi ignored my pleas, his patience wearing thin as he lifted me off the ground once more. I felt his strong arms snake underneath me, effortlessly hoisting me off my feet once again. My head bounced against his chest as he carried me, his expression stoic as ever. Despite my resistance, I couldn't help but feel a pang of gratitude towards him, a flicker of warmth in the cold darkness that threatened to consume me.

"God, you smell like a bar," he groaned as he carried me into the house, his voice tinged with annoyance.

Levi's frustration simmered beneath the surface as he carried me up the stairs to my room, his steps deliberate and measured. Despite my drunken haze, I couldn't help but sense the tension radiating from him, like a storm brewing on the horizon. But I was too preoccupied with the swirling chaos in my mind to dwell on his mood.

As he deposited me onto the bed with more force than necessary, I let out an indignant grunt, my limbs splayed out like a ragdoll. Levi's jaw clenched with barely contained anger, his eyes flashing with a mixture of concern and irritation. But I was too intoxicated to notice, too lost in my world of blurred lines and fragmented memories.

"You're a damn fool, Iris," he muttered under his breath, his tone laced with exasperation. "Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to drink yourself into oblivion like this?"

I waved his words away dismissively, my mind drifting in and out of consciousness. "Relax, Captain," I slurred, a lazy smirk playing on my lips. "It's not like I'm the first soldier to drown their sorrows in a bottle."

Levi's expression darkened at my flippant response, his frustration mounting with each passing moment.

"You think this is funny, Iris?" he snapped, his voice sharp and cutting. "You could have gotten yourself killed out there tonight."

I blinked up at him, the severity of his words finally registering through the fog of alcohol. For a brief moment, I saw the worry etched into his features, the genuine concern that lay hidden beneath his gruff exterior.

But then the moment passed, and I was back to see him as just another authority figure trying to control my every move.

I was in Wall Sina, what's the worst that could happen to me? It's not like a Titan is going to appear randomly here.

"Always the overprotective captain, aren't you?" I teased, a mischievous glint in my eye. "What are you gonna do, put me on kitchen duty for a month?"

Levi's reaction was immediate, his jaw tensing as a flicker of annoyance danced in his steel-gray eyes. He let out a heavy sigh, his frustration palpable as he reluctantly took a seat beside my bed.

"Your insolence knows no bounds," he muttered, his tone laced with a fit of simmering anger. "Perhaps scrubbing the mess hall will help rein it in. Your behavior has been unacceptable."

"Do you even realize how reckless you've been?" he chastised, his voice tinged with exasperation. "You're a walking disaster, leaving a trail of chaos everywhere you go. It's exhausting having to clean up after you time and time again."

"Then don't."

"I'm your Captain. It's my job."

I watched him with bleary eyes, the room spinning around me in dizzying circles. Despite my best efforts to focus, everything seemed to blur together in a haze of confusion and disorientation. Levi's presence beside me was both comforting and unsettling, his silent vigil a stark reminder of how much I had let him down.

"Why are you still here?" I slurred, my words barely audible above the pounding of my own heart. "Shouldn't you be off saving the Walls or something?"

Levi's gaze bore into mine, his frustration seeping as he held my drunken gaze.

"We're leaving first thing tomorrow morning," he reiterated his tone firm but tinged with a hint of concern that he couldn't quite conceal.

"I don't have time to babysit a drunken fool."

I chuckled, the alcohol dulling the sting of his words. "Well, lucky for you, I'm a pro at taking care of myself," I quipped, my words slurring slightly as I struggled to maintain my composure.

Levi's expression softened for a moment, a flicker of something akin to amusement dancing in his eyes before it was replaced by a mask of stern resolve.

"This isn't a joke, Iris," he insisted, his voice cutting through the haze of my inebriation. "You need to take this seriously."

I waved him off dismissively, my hand swatting at an imaginary fly as I leaned back in my seat. "Relax, Captain," I replied, a lazy grin spreading across my lips. "I've got it all under control."

Levi's jaw clenched, his patience wearing thin as he struggled to rein in his frustration.

I shrugged nonchalantly, my gaze drifting lazily around the room.

"Hey, we're still alive, aren't we?" I countered, my tone flippant as I brushed off his concerns. "What more do you want?"

Levi opened his mouth to respond, but I was already drifting off, the weight of exhaustion pulling me into its embrace. His words faded into the background as sleep claimed me, leaving me to drift away into a sea of dreams.

When will this end?

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