#levi ackerman x reader

[leviismybby]

Levi can get a little possessive, he doesn't get jealous often and he trust you fully but it gets the better of him sometimes. It doesn't help that one of the only ways he can get rid of that jealousy is by having you spread like this for him, hands gripping the sheets as his mouth works on you. You were a moaning mess, your body arching with every move of his skilled tongue. He wasn't being easy on you, his gray eyes watching as you squrim for him. "You think another guy can please you like this?" Levi mumbled against your folds before letting his tongue work on your pussy again. You were so wet and willing for him, in his mind, that made you his. Fully his. He pulls away licking his lips, a small groan leaves him at the mere sight of you like this. "Look at you. I haven't even fucked you yet." Leaning down, he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hard bud. Your fingers tangle in his hair, another stranded moan of his name falls from your lips.

It wasn't long before Levi had you with your legs wrapped around him as he thrusted hard into you. Your nails were digging into his back, he let's out a slight hiss as they dug into his skin but he didn't mind it. You were so loud for him, he is pretty sure that whoever is in the next room can hear you moan his name. Good. That's exactly what he wants because you're his. Levi kisses your neck, his hips only picking up thier pace. "Good girl. Keep saying my name like that." The bed creaked under the two of you, Levi knew how and at what speed you liked it, he knew your body like the back of his hand. His cock hits your spot, a gasp follows, he was so deep inside of you. "Yeah? Here? Mhh this pussy is all mine isn't it?" He trails a hand gently down your body before pressing on the area of your lower abdomen, making you feel him twice as much. It's you're reaction that gets him to fuck you rougher, your eyes rolled back, hips arching, oh how he indulged in this. "So fucking loud and pretty for me. I can't get enough." He takes your legs, putting you in a mating press. Like this he was even deeper inside, every move of his cock sends a wave through your body. "Look at me." You do as he says, your eyes lock with his as he starts to move. "Good. Don't you dare fucking look away." He can see you're expressions like this, he can tell that you're close, your pussy was starting to squeeze around him. "Cum for me. Show me that your mine." Levi isn't hiding it anymore, it's clear that this was him making his claim on you. As you cum, your whole body feels puddy in his hands, you cling onto him. "Fuck...can I do it inside princess?" His abs flex, all he needs is your permission, you nod letting him cum deeply inside of you. "You're mine. Only mine." He says as he pulls out of you, letting his cum leak out of you onto the sheets.

[mayajadewrites]

── .✦ Renaissance - Levi Ackerman .✦ ──

🪽 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ levi x fem reader

summary: levi leaves you in the underground for the scouts, only for him to find you again in marley when the war is over. however, nothing about you is the same as it once was. you are not the same person you were 12 years ago. cw: canon universe, smut, fluff, yearning ao3 authors note: there are several things in this story that are not canon to the original AOT storyline (like Levi needing a wheelchair) but I will warn you if/when those things come up.

CHAPTER NOTES: slight mentions of smut

tag list: @ackerboi, @staarflowerr, @midw1nter, @glads-stuff, @nxcxllxsevens, @qrhttp, @deniixlovezelda, @midnightwriter21, @levislegislation, @huriareads, @levikeigosdearest, @nikanaka, @richtofensdich, @sickpatientt, @scrumptioussongpainter

preface - chapter one - chapter two - chapter three - chapter four

CHAPTER FIVE

Seeing Levi open the tea shop that he always dreamt of stirred something in you. Seeing him day in and day out servicing the public, trying new teas and cleaning the shop made you feel somewhat at home.

But your walls are still up - it's gonna take more than one conversation for him to tear them down.

As days went on, you would do a daily walks past the shop. Not going in, but just looking through the small window. Some days you didn't see him, only Gabi and Falco.

One day you ventured off to the market, looking at the fresh fruits that were just picked. On the outside, you must look like a woman that's put together, has a home, etc.

But on the inside, you're torn apart. A shred of you is left.

As you lean down, you hear the laughter of children close by. Hearing laughter has become more normal for you, but there were days, no - months where you wouldn't hear it. You relish in the sounds as you turn your head to see where the happiness is coming from.

There you see Levi, kneeling down to the children's level, holding out some candy for them. You smile at the sight, your heart feeling warm as you watch him with the children. He's not soft, by any means, but you can tell he wants to see a smile on their faces.

"Captain Levi! Can I have some candy?" One child, a little girl, laces her hands together and looks up at him, begging for a piece of the delicious treat.

"I've helped teach you manners, no?" His eyebrow raised, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

"Sorry." The little girl fixed her posture, pretending to be serious like him. "Captain Levi, may I please have a piece of candy?"

With a nod, he handed the girl a piece of pink candy, and he was returned with squeals and a hug from her.

You turned your body fully to look at him, watching the little girl hold onto him and embrace him. Levi is not one for physical affection, but he gently laid his hand on her little back before patting it.

The wind picked up slightly, making your dress move in the motion of it as you took a step towards him, wanting to be a part of this moment.

No.

You sigh, turning your back to him, your attention back on the fruit.

As you gather your strawberries and blueberries, you feel the slight touch of someone behind you.

"Have you been avoiding me?" Levi's voice was deep as he stood behind you, his chest slightly pressing to your back.

"Levi -" A sigh leaves your lips as you feel his chest, you can feel the muscles underneath his button down shirt.

"That doesn't sound like a no." He looks in your basket, then adding more fruit to it. "You need to expand your palette. You might turn into a strawberry if you eat as many as you do."

"How do you know I eat a lot of strawberries?" You crane your head slightly to look at him, a frown on your face.

"When we were kids, you always begged me to steal some for you from the market." He chuckled, pushing his hand into his pocket to fish out some money, handing it to the vendor.

"Levi I could've paid for that. You don't need to-"

"I know I don't need to. But I want to."

Turning to face him fully, you see one of the scars on his face is healing nicely. You tilt your chin up to get a better view as your eyes roam his skin. "Your skin is looking better."

He only nods, then looking away as he clears his throat. Levi doesn't like speaking about himself much if at all.

"Have you been avoiding me?" He asks again as he walks side by side with you. "And don't lie."

The truth is, you were. Not because you wanted to necessarily, but because you knew if you saw him every day that you would get used to him again. Used to him being around, taking care of you. But what if he leaves again? What if he disappears?

"I have." Your voice is soft as you look down on the ground, random pebbles at your feet. "You have no idea how scared I am of this, Levi."

"Scared of what?" He gently pulls on your dress, making you stop walking as he looks at you. "Scared of me?"

"Scared of my feelings for you, Levi. Scared of how much I miss you. Scared of how I want a completely different life with you than the one I have."

"Why do those make you scared?"

"Last time I felt like this, you left me. You left me alone for 12 years." You can feel tears fill your eyes, blinking them away. "You left me after I let myself rely on you. I don't know how I'm supposed to act with you now."

A soft sigh leaves his lips as he furrows his eyebrows, unsure of how to convey his thoughts into words.

"I'm not going to give you excuses," His stormy eyes find yours, his fingers gently brushing against your hands before hooking his pinky to yours. A subtle touch. "But I can give you a promise that I won't leave. Not willingly, anyways."

This time you don't move away from him. A tear rolls down your cheek, but Levi's thumb catches it. His voice is so soft when it comes to you, like anything louder would break you.

"I don't know, Levi. I just -"

"Why don't you let me court you then, hm? I never really got the chance to do that before." The thumb that your tear was on is now rubbing soft strokes on your cheek. "I'm not asking for you to forgive me now, or trust me now. But let me try, okay?"

When you look in his eyes, you see the true Levi. The one that is so caring that he would give his life for someone else, just because that would save them. The Levi that remembers every detail about you, no matter how much some of them annoy him.

"If I do let you court me, are you gonna be okay with what I do for work?"

You could see Levi get a bit uncomfortable at the question, but he nods. "I'm okay with whatever you want to do. Do I love it? No. But that can be a later discussion. When you want to talk about it."

"Since when did you get so patient?" You give him a slight smile as you part your lips, leaning into the touch of his thumb on your cheek.

Levi pressed his palm to your cheek, cupping it as he looked in your eyes, his eyes smiling while his lips stay still. "I've had to learn how to be over the years."

Levi didn't break his promise. He did try to court you, taking you out to dinner a couple of nights a week, then dropping you off at the brothel. It was a weird situation, and you know it made him uncomfortable, but you're glad you stood your ground.

When Levi left for the night, you felt empty. Like you couldn't bare to even look at another man and pretend to enjoy their company.

When you would work, you would think of him. Close your eyes and imagine him making love to you instead, kissing you with so much love that you almost burst.

You never enjoyed your job, but now you pretty much hated it.

When your last client leaves for the night, you sit up on your bed feeling empty. A sigh leaves your lips before you stand up to take a shower, wanting to wash away all parts of the night that didn't have anything to do with Levi.

The warm water hits your skin, your body almost rejuvenating itself. Warm showers weren't a common thing in the Underground, and you never understood how people took them for granted. It was honestly your favorite part of the day, when you got to wash off the touches from men who don't deserve their wives, or the men who want to live out some sick fantasy.

As you close your eyes, you think of Levi standing behind you. His large hands pressing to your bare curves, his lips attached to your neck as you wash your body. You find yourself letting out whimpers as you think of him, biting down on your bottom lip to distract yourself.

His bangs would stick to his forehead as his lips traveled from your neck to your shoulder, his hands rubbing the soap into your skin.

Your hand ventures down to your heat, letting out a moan as you begin pleasuring yourself to thoughts of him. Thoughts of Levi's mouth, hands...

Fuck, you need him.

You've never felt like this before with a man, well, besides Levi.

It's always been him.

[captainleviswifee]

Thanks for the tag! @abiatackerman and @the-traveling-poet!

Here's my WIPs This first one is a action draft scene from my Royal fantasy AU!

This second one is meant to be post-war angst and fluff. Another draft 😅

Not a WIP but a finished one I wish I had polished first before uploading in a rush for Levi's birthday.

My readers usually know that the violent urges wasn't Eve the character, but is the bloodlust that's whispering in her head. For context on what [To hurt] meant. This is their first meeting too (No regrets OVA, Underground Levi) and I liked Eve's bravado and in the way she always push and test her own limits. Eve is an isekai character who knows about the series being an anime. She had a shallow understanding of Levi and thus doesn't really understood the significance of the title for him. Naturally, she didn't appreciated Levi as a character. But I planned on making her appreciate Levi and all the other 'characters' in her life as a person in the future. Taglist! @romantichomicide95 @leviismybby @levi-ackerman-ds @jayteacups and if you want @ddsayu!

silly wip tag game!◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

show us a paragraph, line or dialogue out of context from your current wip[s]. if you aren't a writer, feel free to share one from the last fic you read! ♡

these are from three different wips, the last one is something i wrote in december 2024 (those who remember me talking about nanami and a desi reader...yea), and the second one is something my aashi (@fushitoru) has been asking for since the beginning of time [hint: salaryman choso]

— npt: @gojocon @norikuna @sonnytoru @starmapz @aishi-toru @baepsays @gojosoups @indiewritesxoxo @madamechrissy + anyone else

[cyberstrm]

-> catch me if i fall

levi ackerman x gn!reader

cws: injury details, injured reader

a/n rewatching aot,,,, soft levi brainrot

"what the hell are you doing."

levi's harsh voice cut through the silent kitchen. you could tell he wasn't asking, per se, more like demanding to know why you were up.

two weeks ago, the scouts were on a recon mission outside the walls. it was supposed to be standard, but things went rogue quickly. your ODM gear snapped and you fell tens of meters through the trees. you hit the ground, hard, and shattered your knee. you don't remember a lot of it, just a lot of your own screaming and your captain whisking you onto his horse.

a day or so later, you woke up, knee in layers of bandages. you'd been ordered to stay in bed by your captain (and partner, awkwardly enough) levi ackerman. you'd never seen him so rattled, hands shaking, voice trembling.

"you fell, you fell so far and i couldn't catch you in time."

honestly, staying in bed was getting very boring, so you chanced a trip to the kitchen in the middle of the night when you assumed levi was asleep.

evidently, he wasn't.

"i...um, well, i wanted-"

"you're supposed to be in bed, your leg isn't healed yet."

you scowled. "yeah, i know, but-"

"look at you, you can barely hold yourself up." his tone was harsh, even though it was clear he was trying to be caring. he approached you slowly, setting a hand at your lower back. you flinched away, annoyed.

"i know. i'm bored, and being cooped up in my room is driving me mad." you turned to face him, but moved too quickly. your knee twinged, and you legs buckled.

levi caught you swiftly, holding you tight. his gaze softened.

"listen, i know it's hard. but you're not going to heal if you move around too much."

you sniffled, feeling tears prick in your eyes.

"shhh, angel, i know. it's okay. come on, let's get you back into bed."

he helped you back to bed, holding your waist tightly as you limped beside him.

he set you down on the cool white sheets, and tucked you in neatly. he stroked the hair from your eyes gently.

"stay for a bit?" you asked, batting your eyelids.

"mhm."

he sat by your side, still stroking your hair softly.

"i'm sorry." he said out of the blue.

"for what?" you asked, puzzled.

"for not being able to catch you, when you fell."

you chuckled. "don't be silly, it wasn't your fault." you sat up, looking into his slate grey eyes. he didn't look convinced. you took his face in your hands. "it wasn't your fault."

"i'll catch you next time. i swear it."

"i mean, you caught me earlier, in the kitchen," you smiled weakly, trying to make him feel better.

you could've sworn you saw a smile flicker across his face. he leant forward and kissed you.

"get some sleep now, doll."

[alebrasil0101]

Levi Ackerman season 4

[captainleviswifee]

Lil Levi!! 💖🍬

[m-jelly]

hey! I wanted to request a fic so if you're not taking any, pls ignore this. So i wanted to ask for a Levi x fem!reader (she's the same age and levi's second in command in the og levi squad)where they're already dating long term, they love and trust each other a lot. She's loving and doting to him but she's grumpy,quiet,stoic like him(he loves it tho). 1 day she gets insecure about her nature because of a trigger(u decide)and hopes she can be more bubbly n cries but levi comforts her

Comparison

Levi x fem reader

Canon world, being a couple, insecure reader, fluff, romance, Levi comforting you.

After hearing some cadets talking about romance and couples, you become very aware of how you are with your love, Levi. Filled with guilt and worry you talk to Levi and he comforts you.

"I got into a fight with my boyfriend." The blonde sighed.

"Again?" The red hair raised a brow. "What was it this time?"

"You make it sound like it's all the time." She snapped. "It's not."

Red lifted her hands. "I didn't mean to offend. So, what now?"

"He's just so cold and uncaring." Blonde sniffed back tears. "I told him I need him to connect with me more." She patted her chest. "I need him to be present, but he's so emotionless and distant."

"Like he's mentally checked out?" Red tilted her head a bit. "That's not good. It's hard when they're so stoic and quiet. It's impossible to love someone like that."

You walked away as a sob caught in your throat. A strong deep guilt wrapped its horrible hands around your throat. You couldn't, no matter how hard you gulped or tried to get air. Your love for Levi was so deep and unbreakable but the words of the young ladies played on your mind so much.

You wanted to be more perky and outgoing around Levi. It's not like you neglected him, you did cuddle often, you were loving to him and doted on him in your own way. However, those girls' thoughts made you consider the way you acted.

You grabbed some pretty wildflowers, like normal for Levi, before rushing over to him as he finished training. "Levi!"

Levi flinched at your cheery greeting. He blinked a bit as it took him to register it was you. He softly said your name. "Everything okay?"

You gave him the flowers before kissing his cheek. "Peachy!"

He gazed at the stunning flowers, his heart always fluttered when you gave him some. As he admired them a moment a thought crossed his mind, you were smiling but your eyes held pain. He reached over and caressed your cheek allowing him to really look at you, he was right you were close to crying.

He took your hand. "Come with me."

You trotted behind him. "Sure.

He dragged you through the halls as you chatted with him in a very upbeat way, which wasn't like you at all, but he replied and was sweet back. Levi knew you so well because you'd been a couple since he joined and that'd been a few years now. You were incredibly strong together and he knew you were his soulmate.

He fixed his flowers in a vase as you carried on chatting happily while making tea. He approached you and called your name making you sweetly look at him. "What's going on?"

"I just..."

He picked you up making you squeak before carrying you to his sofa. He sat with you on his lap. "Talk to me. You're acting like you've got a painful shit."

You laughed at his comment. "You always know how to make me smile."

"I know my darling brat."

You released a long sigh and told him about the two girls. After a bit of silence, you spoke again. "I guess I'm just worried that maybe I'm too grumpy, or stoic, or quiet." You pulled at the straps on your thighs. "Maybe you want someone more fluffy." You sniffed back tears. "Someone positive and bouncy. Someone who is more present. I'm impossible to love like this."

He squeezed you. "So, you're not fluffy? I thought you were. You're my fluffy cuddly sweet brat that I always want to eat." He kissed your cheek before wiping your tears. "You're not impossible to love because I've been loving you all these years." He kissed you making you hum. "I love you, all of you." He clicked his tongue. "Tch, damn it brat I fell in love with the woman sitting on my lap right now. You are the most perfect woman for me."

Your eyes sparkled with tears. "Really?"

He cupped your face. "Yes. I don't like, brat. You know I'm blunt and honest." He wiggled your face. "I adore you for you. You dote on me so much. You're incredibly loving. You get me gifts, write me love letters, gift me flowers, cuddle me and give me a lot of kisses. You're always asking me if I'm okay and checking in on me. You communicate all the time and help me. You're my dream girl."

You hugged Levi tightly and hid your face. "You...you..."

He rubbed your back. "I've flustered you, right?"

"Mm."

He played with your hair. "Ignore those shitty girls, they're only talking about what they want in a partner. Their views are different to others. What I want in a partner is you. All of you. There is no one else for me."

"I love you, Levi."

"I love you too." He squeezed you as he said your name. "Don't ever change. Keep being your wonderful self."

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[delirious-donna]

an: thanks to @neiptune for requesting Levi for my event and for the song! I really enjoyed writing this one and it made me wonder what happened next…

starring: Levi Ackerman

warnings: SFW, coffee shop AU, fluffy throughout

now playing -

Levi Ackerman was a man known for being set in his ways.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he found comfort in routine, and even outside of his responsibilities, he clung to familiarity. It wasn’t a bad trait by any means; however, it could have negative implications when it stopped him from experiencing things that could improve his mood or that he might just genuinely enjoy.

He had lost count to how many times he had turned down invitations to socialise and whilst that had always been the case, he wondered if people would stop asking him and would he mind.

It was a conundrum, but what did it matter? No one cared... right?

You saw him nearly every day, served him tea every morning and sometimes in the evenings too. He was fast taking over all the remaining space in your mind, and you didn’t actually mind it. What you did mind were the days where he either didn’t show or you weren’t working.

Over a period of months, you had slowly pulled at the protective layers he kept around him. You learned little tidbits about his life, his work, his personality, and with every new piece of knowledge... you fell harder.

Today, you were determined to take the next step.

“Uh, Levi... I was thinking,” you said, delivering his pot of tea and empty cup to the small table he occupied in the corner. “Would you mind if I joined you?”

Levi glanced up, startled.

He couldn’t deny that he liked you. You were the only person in here that didn’t offer him a smile that was completely fake. He liked that when you were having a rough day, you didn’t pretend everything was okay. You weren’t afraid of showing the rough along with the smooth. It was refreshing.

“Why would you do that?” Levi said, immediately kicking himself when your face fell. “That came out wrong. I just... don’t know why you would want to. I’m not exactly the best company.”

Levi’s gaze dropped to the dish towel you were currently wringing through your fingers. His dark eyebrows rose into the curtains of his hair when you suddenly dropped into the chair opposite, but he didn’t protest.

“ ‘cause I like you. I think you’re real interesting and ever since I started working here, I’ve thought about you way too much. I smell disinfectant and remember when you recommended a different brand than the one we were using. I make tea and I wonder what you’re doing with your day. Maybe I’m overstepping—and you could probably get me fired—but I get the sense that you’re not happy and I want the chance to change that.”

For the first time, he didn’t want to decline.

For the first time, he wanted to see where this led.

“I’d say, be my guest, but you already are.”

Should I tear my heart out now?

Everything I feel returns to you somehow

I want to save you from your sorrow

Return to the set list

[mbruben-stein]

I'm in love with ur Levi x Violet Evergarden!Reader >///< that was so good!!!😚👌❤❤ and I never thought they would be so perfect with each other given how reserved they both are!! Since ur request is still open, could u do a Levi x Reader with 'protective' prompt "I'll keep you safe" pls?

I wanna see him saying that lineee 😩👌❤❤

I'll keep you safe.

Levi x Fem Reader

Y/N zipped up her green Survey Corps cloak and grabbed her vertical maneuvering gear, preparing to head out on the 63rd expedition beyond the walls. As a member of the Survey Corps, venturing out into Titan territory was part of the job, but it never got any less nerve-wracking. Each mission could very well be her last.

A knock sounded on her door. "Come in," Y/N called out.

The door swung open to reveal Levi, looking stoic as ever in his uniform and cravat. His piercing gray eyes met hers. "Are you ready?" he asked quietly.

Y/N took a deep breath and nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be."

Levi stepped closer, gently taking her hands in his. "I know these expeditions are dangerous. But I'll be right by your side the whole time. I'll keep you safe," he promised, his low voice filled with conviction.

Y/N's heart fluttered at his words. She knew Levi wasn't one for grand gestures or emotional declarations. But in his own understated way, he always made her feel protected and cared for, ever since they first grew close as captain and subordinate and eventually confessed their feelings for each other.

"Thank you, Levi," she whispered. "But you have to let me keep you safe too, alright? We look out for each other."

The barest hint of a smile touched Levi's lips. "Deal." He leaned in and softly kissed her forehead. "Now let's get moving. Erwin's waiting for us."

Hand in hand, they made their way to the front of the formation where Commander Erwin was leading the charge. The massive gate opened with a groan, revealing the vast plains stretching out before them. Grasslands dotted with sparse trees and the occasional dilapidated structure. And somewhere out there, hordes of man-eating Titans lurking.

"The 63rd expedition begins now!" Erwin bellowed. "Scouts, move out!"

With a thunder of hoofbeats, the regiment surged forward through the gate and out into Titan territory. Y/N rode close alongside Levi near the front, squinting against the rushing wind. In the distance, plumes of colored smoke already started curling into the sky - green for when the path was clear, red to signal a Titan sighting.

It wasn't long before a series of red flares streaked overhead. "Titans approaching on the left flank!" a scout shouted.

"Y/N, you're with me," Levi called out, steering his horse in the direction of the flares. Y/N followed close behind as they split off from the main group to confront the Titans.

Two 7-meter class Titans lumbered into view, their grotesque faces twisted in macabre grins as they spotted the approaching humans. Y/N's stomach churned at the sight of them, fear and revulsion rising in her throat. But she pushed it down. This was what all her training had been for.

"I'll take the one on the left, you get the one on the right," Levi directed, already firing his grappling hooks into a nearby tree.

Y/N launched herself out of the saddle, swinging through the air and landing on a high branch. Below, Levi zipped between the Titan's legs, his blades flashing as he sliced through its ankles. The Titan stumbled and reached for him, but Levi was too quick. He grappled up its back and whirled through the air, closing in on the nape of its neck. With a shout, he slashed out, carving out a chunk of flesh. The Titan crashed to the ground, its body already starting to steam and disintegrate.

On the right, Y/N faced off against the other Titan. It swiped at her with a meaty hand but she dodged, firing a grappling hook into its shoulder and reeling herself in. She landed on the Titan's back and took aim at its weak spot. But just as she was about to strike, the Titan twisted, nearly throwing her off balance. Y/N yelped, barely managing to hang on.

"Y/N!" Levi swooped toward her, concern etched on his normally stoic features.

"I'm okay!" Y/N rallied herself and launched off the Titan's back, swinging around to slice open its neck in one clean stroke. The Titan fell with an earth-shaking thud.

Y/N touched down on the grass next to Levi, breathing hard. He reached out to cup her face, scanning her for any sign of injury. "Are you hurt?"

She shook her head. "No, I'm fine. Thanks to our teamwork." She managed a shaky smile.

Levi exhaled, pulling her into a quick, tight embrace. "Don't scare me like that," he murmured into her hair before pulling back. "Let's regroup with the formation."

They summoned their horses with a whistle and took off in the direction the regiment had headed. More red flares shot into the sky ahead - the expedition group kept encountering Titans. It was going to be a long day fighting their way through this Titan-infested territory.

As they rode, Y/N's thoughts drifted to her fallen comrades, those who had lost their lives on missions just like this one. Each expedition exacted a heavy toll. She glanced over at Levi, remembering the pain in his eyes after they had recovered the bodies of his special operations squad, brutally killed by the Female Titan. She knew their deaths still weighed on him, even if he rarely showed it outwardly.

Levi caught her looking at him with concern. "What's on your mind?" he asked.

"I was just thinking about...everyone we've lost," Y/N admitted softly. "How many more soldiers are we going to have to say goodbye to before this is all over?"

Levi was silent for a long moment. "Too many," he said at last, his voice heavy. "But that's why we have to keep fighting. So their sacrifices aren't in vain. We have to end this someday."

Y/N nodded solemnly. "You're right. I won't give up. No matter how many expeditions it takes, or how many close calls we have. If we just keep moving forward, it has to get better someday."

"That's the spirit." The corner of Levi's mouth quirked up.

Just then, the ground rumbled beneath them. Over the pounding of hoofbeats, a terrible groaning sound reached their ears. Y/N's blood ran cold. She knew that sound.

An Abnormal Titan burst out from a copse of trees, barreling straight toward them. This one was easily 15 meters tall, its disproportionately long arms windmilling as it ran.

"Damn!" Levi snarled, swerving his horse. The Titan lunged, its grasping fingers missing them by inches.

Y/N fired a grappling hook into the Titan's bicep, swinging up to get above it. She released the cables to arc over its head, aiming for the nape. But the Titan suddenly veered sideways, moving erratically. Y/N's blades slashed through empty air.

The Titan spun, backhanding Y/N with stunning force. She cried out as she went flying, slamming into an oak tree trunk and crumpling to the ground, momentarily stunned. Her vertical maneuvering gear had been knocked askew, the cables tangled.

"Y/N! NO!" Levi's anguished shout jolted her back to her senses. Y/N looked up to see the Abnormal Titan looming over her, its mouth stretching open hideously wide, ready to chomp down and devour her.

Ignoring the screaming protest of her battered body, Y/N forced herself to move. She desperately tried to free her tangled cables, but she was too slow. The Titan's jaws were descending, about to close around her-

A blur of green and silver flashed in front of her. Levi dove between Y/N and the Titan, his blades singing through the air as he sliced into the Titan's reaching fingers, severing them clean off. The Titan reeled back with an enraged roar.

"Get back!" Levi shouted at Y/N, placing himself squarely in front of her like a human shield. "I won't let this bastard touch you!"

With the precision and speed that had earned him the title of Humanity's Strongest Soldier, Levi attacked, his movements almost too fast for the eye to follow. He grappled onto the Titan's arm and raced up to its shoulder, then vaulted into the air. Blades flashing in the sun, Levi whirled down and carved out the Titan's nape in one devastating blow.

Black blood sprayed as the Abnormal Titan fell, its body crushing several trees as it hit the ground with an impact that made the earth tremble. Steam billowed up from its carcass.

Levi landed nimbly beside Y/N. In an instant, he was kneeling at her side, his hands moving over her, checking for broken bones. "Y/N! Are you alright? Please tell me you're not hurt badly," he pleaded, his normally composed voice shaking.

"I'm okay," Y/N managed, pushing herself upright with a wince. "Just bruised and a bit shaken up. You saved me, Levi. If you hadn't been there..." She swallowed hard, not wanting to finish that thought.

Levi pulled her into his arms, holding her close as if to reassure himself that she was really here, alive and whole. "I told you I would keep you safe, didn't I?" His words were muffled against her hair. "I won't let anything happen to you. Not ever."

Tears pricked Y/N's eyes as she clung to Levi, her heart still pounding from the close call. She didn't know what she would do if she ever lost him. "I love you so much," she whispered. " Thank you for always protecting me."

"I love you too," Levi murmured, tightening his hold on her. "More than anything."

For a long moment, they simply held each other, taking comfort in the fact that they were both still here, still fighting side by side.

No matter what horrors they faced outside the walls, Y/N knew that Levi would always be there for her, ready to keep his promise. He would stay by her side through every battle, every challenge. Together, they would keep moving forward, holding onto the hope of a future free from the Titans. A future where they could live in peace, safety and love.

As long as they had each other, Y/N believed they could make it through anything. Levi's strength gave her courage. And she would use every ounce of her own strength to protect him in return and stand with him until the end.

Levi gently pulled back to look into her eyes, his hand coming up to caress her cheek. "We should get back to the formation," he said quietly. "But no matter what else this expedition throws at us, remember that I'm right here. We'll get through it together."

Y/N nodded, managing a small smile. "Together. Always."

Hand in hand, they stood up and rejoined their waiting horses. With one last squeeze of her fingers, Levi released Y/N's hand so they could both grip their reins.

Then, side by side, they rode onward to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Two hearts bound as one, determined to survive and forge a brighter tomorrow for humanity. No matter how long it took.

[lostinwildflowers]

Hiii can I request number 28 with Levi? Tysm! 😁

Levi Ackerman x Reader

Summary: 28. “Sharing a bed with you sounds like a silly story trope, doesn’t it?”

Word Count: 395 -> THE CLOSEST I'VE GOTTEN TO 400 YET!

Warnings: just fluff, Levi being awkward LOL

A/N: Hello my dear, thank you for joining in on my event! I hope you have a very wonderful Valentine's Day and enjoy this snippet of Levi! - Birch<3

You didn't know how to approach being at Wall Sina with Levi and Erwin on business. You were so used to being out, beyond the walls, that being trapped in the middle of society made you antsy.

To top it off, there were only two rooms available for the three of you. You and Levi knew better than to ask Erwin to share, he would be busy trying to get everything ready for your meetings in the morning.

So, you had to share a room with Levi. Harmless, right? That is until the two of you are staring at the small room with one bed in the middle of it.

You could feel Levi tense beside you as his silvery gaze took in the small bed. Neither of you seems to move or breathe for a couple of seconds until the silence is too much for you to bear.

“Sharing a bed with you sounds like a silly story trope, doesn’t it?” the words come rushing out of your mouth before you can stop them, the want to ease the discomfort overriding the logic in your mind.

Levi is quiet and then asks, "Is that one of the things you read about in your books?" There is no malice in his words; it is just a simple question. He doesn't wait long for you to answer, instead choosing to move forward and place his few items on the table opposite to the bed.

Your mouth had fallen open in slight shock, both at the clumsiness of your words and the grace Levi seemed to be giving you. You shake your head to focus as you reply slightly clipped, "Only in passing."

You motion to the bed and gush out, "You can take the bed, you'll need it more than I will. I can just take the chair in the corner." Levi stops his ministrations, turning to face you.

There's a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks as he murmurs lowly, "We can take turns. Get some rest now, I'll go see what Erwin is up to."

He doesn't give any room for discussion this time, choosing to duck his head down and silently leave the room. A breath you didn't know you had been holding slides through your lips, and all you can do is watch him leave, your heart pounding in your chest.

[beautiful-is-boring]

excuse me but i cannot be the only one thinking about the fact that when postwar!levi would eat you out, you would be able to feel the slightly rough sensations of his stitched and perfectly healed scar on his bottom lip against your wet cunt? And once Levi finds out you're enjoying it, he would feel a surge of confidence and would totally use that to his advantage uhdugirgihfrirgficbrswhsswhhsss

[nilfgaardianleviosa]

PAIRING: Dark!Levi Ackerman/f!Reader

TAGS: magic AU, angst, betrayal, pining, enemies to lovers, sexual content, character death, choose your own ending

SUMMARY: The Archmage has sent you to infiltrate a dangerous necromancy cult, an opportunity to prove your dedication to the Mages Guild. But in the depths of the Order’s lair, you encounter someone you never expected: the mage who has haunted your thoughts and dreams for years.

He’s not the man you once knew, and he forces you to make a choice—forsake your morals for a beloved mentor turned enemy, or find the strength to fight him to the death.

A/N: Reposting this story bc my first attempt at formatting it on tumblr was shite. I'm learning new things, hooray!

[AO3 Link]

Full story below the cut!

Fithragaer, the only surviving Battlemage, was dead.

The sound of stone grinding against stone assaulted your ears as the floor descended from the dungeon’s ceiling. The elf’s body lay there, head smashed in and fancy armor demolished in a crumpled pile. Your encounter with him had been incredibly brief. One moment he was introducing himself and explaining your dire straights, the next he was leading the charge right into a deadly trap.

A few mindless skeletons carrying rusted swords ran towards you from across the room, but as soon as they stepped foot on the trap floor, it rocketed upwards again, and with a satisfying crunch it felled the enemies on your behalf.

Guess you should probably go around.

The lair was filled with necromancers, all on high alert. You entered room after room, avoiding more traps and using magic to fight off the guild-less mages and their undead creatures and dark, ghostly summons. Fithragaer was right, someone had warned them you were coming, although it was unclear who.

The elven Battlemage had been sent by the Council of Mages to kill Mucianus Allias, a spy within the necromancy cult. You, on the other hand, an Evoker of the Mages Guild, had been sent by special request of Archmage Traven to make sure Mucianus was alive; Traven hadn’t been so quick to assume that a lack of correspondence meant Mucianus had turned traitor.

This was the first time the Archmage had sent you on a personal quest, and you were determined not to let him down. You had worked incredibly hard over the years, completing quests for every city’s guild hall in order to earn enough recommendations to be granted access to the Arcane University. Now you were making your way up the ladder, and perhaps you would be given a higher rank upon your success here today. Magician, they would call you. A bit silly of a title, but its stature certainly held more meaning than Evoker.

The search for Mucianus proved fruitless up until you reached a set of carved stone doors at the end of the dungeon. Doors like these typically indicated a stronger being was lying in wait behind them, so you conjured a superior set of Bound Armor—a red and black Daedric set, as all the bound weapons appeared—and summoned a skeletal guardian to fight by your side.

You took a moment to smile at its boney face, reminded of how ironically similar the magic of conjuration was to necromancy. The two schools of magic were clearly very related, and the lines between them often blurred. Yes, you could summon creatures from the dead and command followers of the Daedric Prince of Darkness and Destruction, but at least you weren’t binding the souls of people to dead bodies for your own selfish gain.

Feeling well-prepared for the final encounter, you pushed the heavy stone door open to reveal the main hall. It was a huge room with a high ceiling, and there was a single lit chandelier in the center, lit by magical green flames. At the far end, bracketed by magical torches, stood an altar stained in blood.

Stilling your nerves, you walked inside. It was eerily quiet, nothing like with the chatty necromancers in all the other chambers. But once you had made it to the center of the hall, a voice rang out.

“Well, well, well. Look who it is.”

The sound of boot heels against the floor echoed through the darkness, and your eyes darted around, searching for their origin. The voice sounded so eerily familiar that the back of your neck began to prickle with unease.

A hooded figure stepped out from the darkness, wearing a dark purple cloak with swirling golden accents that glimmered in the flickering torchlight. He was carrying a golden staff that was nearly a head taller than him. The top of it split into a double-headed snake, each with long, sinister fangs and glowing red eyes.

Another necromancer, but one of much higher caliber than those you had defeated on your quest to find Mucianus.

You mentally ordered your skeleton to hold its attack and called out to the figure. “Who are you?”

He didn’t answer your question. “Out of all the mages to become one of Traven’s lapdogs, I never expected you to volunteer for the position.”

That voice. It was nagging at your subconscious, and now he was claiming to know you, but you couldn’t let your guard down. Necromancers were conniving.

You took a step back and lit your hands with magical flames. “Answer me now. Or I won’t hesitate to attack.”

He chuckled lowly. “Would you really hurt an old friend?”

Old friend?

The stranger reached up to pull his hood back, and the shadow over his face retreated to reveal black hair, pale skin, and a face you had long ago given up hope of ever seeing again.

It was Levi. The former Warlock of your guild hall in Chorrol. An incredibly powerful mage who had spent countless hours beating the art of conjuring into your head. Despite him never officially taking you on as an apprentice, you had once thought of him as a master. That is, until he broke away from the guild without any explanation, leaving you behind and forcing you to overcome torrential feelings of loss and betrayal.

After all these years you had never forgiven him for not offering a reason for his departure, for not even giving you a way of knowing he was alive. And now here he was, standing in front of you.

“Levi…”

He tilted his head and smiled, a fond smile that filled you with melancholy. “Hello, little apprentice.”

“What—what are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Traven sent you here to retrieve the spy, right?”

He knew about Mucianus. But how?

In your deepest hopes you wanted it to mean that Levi was on your side, that perhaps he had been informed of the mission by Archmage Traven because he was also a double agent.

But you could not risk pinning everything on such naive fantasies. Not when Levi had yet to come running to you, apologizing for all the grief he had caused. Not when he was this comfortably deep in a hideout of the Order of the Black Worm.

“What are you talking about?” you asked warily.

He smirked, eyes darkening. Then he raised a hand to the side and beckoned into the darkness. A low moaning came from the archway nearby, and soon your worst fears were realized as a zombie shambled into the dim light.

“Here he is,” said Levi, amused. “He’s been reborn, as a worm thrall.”

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Mucianus, a high-level mage, turned into nothing but some sort of walking dead. It was an abomination. How could this have happened to him? Who could have—

No.

You snapped your head towards Levi, fire blazing hotter in your widened palms. “Did you do this?”

He was calm in the face of your accusation. “Is the picture becoming clear, now?”

“No, tell me you haven’t joined them.”

“That I have, mageling.”

Mageling. A patronizing nickname given to you by Levi back at the guild hall. You would have never put up with it from anyone but him. But now it was clear he had joined the necromancers, betrayed you in every way possible, which meant he no longer had any right to be so familiar. This man wasn’t the one you had known so intimately before.

“How could you?”

Magical flames blazed as hot as your inner fury, and you conjured a fireball between both hands, firing it at him. Levi erected a magical barrier just in time to block it, and a burst of fire exploded against the invisible shield before dissipating.

He raised his staff, snake heads high above his head, as a glowing red orb grew from their center. Then a bolt of crackling energy sliced through the air, heading straight towards you. You rolled away quickly enough to avoid being struck, only for it to totally annihilate your skeleton, sending bones flying in all directions.

You gaped at the space where it had stood. That wasn’t a low-level skeleton, it was a guardian. And Levi had just destroyed it in one hit.

A near crippling fear filled your stomach, but the hum of Levi’s staff snapped you out of it. You stayed on the move, skirting around the room as his spells crackled and spat beams of red lightning at your heels.

Instead of just letting him fire at you, you conjured smaller, one-handed fireballs and hucked them in his direction, forcing him on the defense. His icy blue gaze calmly followed you, but then you broke his sightline by hiding behind a pillar, using what you knew would only be a brief moment to collect yourself.

Levi, a necromancer! How could this have happened? He hadn’t even given you time to think, much less process this grave news. Right now, all you could focus on was the fight.

You had put a lot of power behind those attacks, but he’d hardly looked affected by them, which didn’t bode well at all. Levi had already been a much more powerful mage than you at the guild hall—an expert conjurer who had likely now mastered the art. You had grown many times over since then and were quite capable of outsmarting more powerful mages, but you had no idea what he was capable of now as a necromancer.

“Why are you hiding?” called Levi. “Are you scared of me?”

You didn’t answer, trying to focus on devising a plan despite your thoughts raging like whirlwinds, but then Levi’s taunting voice interrupted again.

“You really should keep moving.”

An eerie cacophony of creaking resounded around the previously quiet hall, and then a horde of skeletons emerged from the darkness in front of you, like they had been waiting there for his order to attack. As you stood in horror, one of them threw a giant axe at your head, catching in the stone pillar right next to your cheek.

Holy fuck. A centimeter closer and you would have been dead.

Still no time to think. The rest were now running at you with swords and maces, and you were forced to follow Levi’s advice and stay on the move. Anticipating his plan to deprive you of cover, you ducked out from behind the pillar and pivoted to throw up a shield.

But Levi was too fast. A bolt of lightning struck your shoulder, piercing through your bound armor enough to sear flesh. You cried out in pain, but you forced your eyes to stay open and alert.

The armored skeletons were now hot on your heels, bones creaking and teeth chattering, and you redirected your focus from the pain in order to start running again. The skeletons looked weak, but there were too many of them to stand against outright, and you knew Levi would never conjure something that couldn’t swiftly bring your death.

You swapped spells as you ran, casting your highest-level Turn Undead spell on as many skeletons as you could. Thank the Gods it was successful. All of them ran off but four, and without enough magicka to turn them you swapped to a low-effort cold spell, blasting ice over your shoulder to freeze their feet to the floor.

“Very good,” said Levi, still standing comfortably at the center of the room.

You ducked behind another pillar and took the opportunity to down a blue magicka potion, throwing the bottle to the ground and immediately summoning a flame atronach. The portal swirled in the air, and a fiery creature covered in armor stepped out.

No time to admire your summon, you mentally gave it the order to attack, and it set off for Levi, winding its arms back to lob endless amounts of fireballs at him. You heard him chuckle as he easily blocked the attacks; this was certainly small fry for him, but you had only intended to distract him enough to sink an arrow into his chest.

Staying on alert in case of more undead minions, you conjured a bound bow and waited until Levi began to cast spells back at the atronach. Hoping he was thoroughly occupied, you stepped out from behind the pillar, drawing a magical arrow and aiming it at him. His focus immediately moved to you, but he was in the middle of blocking an incoming fireball with his staff, so you let the arrow fly, knocking another one to follow right after it.

The first one pierced his shoulder, making him stumble back in pain, but he maintained enough concentration to conjure a shield just in time to block the second one. In return, he raised his staff and summoned a gloom wraith, a ghastly floating creature, which began casting nasty spells at your atronach, drawing its attention away to defending itself. It gave Levi the perfect opportunity to turn to you.

As soon as his furious eyes met yours again, you were filled with life-preserving fear, and you ducked back, realizing that you were going to have to think of another plan very quickly. You could at least try to distract him with conversation while you thought.

The two minions were making quite a ruckus with their fighting, so you shouted over them. “Why are you doing this, Levi?”

He was silent for a moment. “I selected the path that fit me best. Just as you chose the Guild, I chose the Order.”

“The Order is nothing but scum. They manipulate souls for their own gain!”

“You sound very hypocritical. How many necromancers did you kill to make it here? Did the guild ever tell you to stay your hand against them?”

“That’s different. Self defense. You’re binding souls against their will.”

“Is that the worst of it, mageling?”

You gritted your teeth in silence. Clearly you weren’t getting to him. You could feel your drained magicka return just barely enough for another summon spell. The atronach was starting to lose the fight against the wraith. There wasn’t any time left to think. You would have to work with your current resources.

You lifted your hands to cast another spell, but then a set of fingers suddenly wrapped around your wrist, jerking your arm back. The spell fizzled in the air, and you turned in surprise to see Levi standing next to you. He hadn’t been anywhere near you a moment ago, how the hell did he get there so fast? He couldn’t have—

A crackle of red sparked in his palm, and not a second later your whole body was swathed in electricity. Levi watched with half-lidded eyes as you went rigid in his grasp, your face contorting in pain.

Then, quite mercifully, he stopped.

As soon as the magic holding your body upright was gone, your head swam and your legs gave out. Levi caught you around the waist, and you came to only a few moments later, finding yourself looking up into the eyes of your former teacher.

You were aghast to notice that he didn’t look a day older than the last time you had seen him. Those stark blue eyes, wisened through years of studying the magical arts, were still there, too. He was holding you, gazing at you. Like you were a lost puppy he had found on the road.

For a moment it felt like you were back at the guild’s training grounds, just another day of being bested by Levi in mock combat. Except now you were experiencing a certain type of closeness that you had ached for but never received.

But then something sparked in his eyes, different from before—sinister and hungry—and you realized that the window into Levi’s seemingly boundless knowledge had been darkened by the evil magic to which he had fallen. The good mage you once knew was no longer staring back.

There was nothing left to long for, and you couldn’t stand to be in his arms.

“Get off.” You cast Burning Touch and shoved your hands against his chest, fire lighting from your fingertips.

Despite his likely very magic-resistant mage robes, he let out a hiss and dropped you onto the unforgiving stone floor. You winced and scrambled backwards, keeping an eye on him as you got to your feet. He swiped the remaining flames from his robe with a look of disgust. That was one thing about Levi, he was always a perfectionist when it came to being clean.

He raised a hand at you, and you cast a powerful block spell in response, but it wasn’t anywhere near strong enough. Levi’s power immediately overwhelmed yours, severe and all-encompassing, and then your whole body was rendered immobile by paralysis.

That spell was unfathomably strong. Never had you experienced such power. You imagined this was what fighting an archmage might have felt like, but Levi couldn’t have possibly been at that level yet… Except, he had teleported to you earlier.

Had he been holding back on you this entire fight?

“That one won’t last long.” He snapped his fingers, conjuring something behind you, and a pair of armored demonic hands grabbed your wrists and pulled them behind your back. A dremora? Summoned so quickly with just the snap of his fingers? That settled it. Levi’s power had truly grown beyond your comprehension.

“That was fun,” said Levi, pulling your magic arrow out of his shoulder and tossing it away as he walked toward you. “You’re more powerful than I remember, but you’re still weak.”

“Let me go,” you shouted, wishing you could at least put up a struggle.

Levi stopped in front of you reached a hand toward your face. The paralysis spell held you still as his cold fingers brushed across your cheek, a gentle caress that made your heart race. He gazed at you silently, curiously, as if he were a lover taking in your beauty. But then he gripped your face tightly, fingers digging into your cheek as he casted a Drain Life spell. You gritted your teeth in pain, and Levi breathed deeply as your health transferred to him, healing the arrow wound in his shoulder.

“Bastard..!”

He pulled his hand away, examining you as you panted from exertion. Fighting had tired you out, and having your life force drained left you feeling incredibly weak.

“I never expected to see you again,” he mused. “Could this be fate, you think?”

“Fate? What are you talking about? Good fortune doesn’t come to traitors.”

He frowned. “I’m no traitor. The guild betrayed me when the council refused to listen to reason, so I made the choice to leave.”

“What reason? You joined a cult, Levi.”

“Cult?” he repeated. “Do you think so low of me? So little of the Order?”

“Of course I do. Your ‘Order’ has done nothing but threaten the guild for years. You and I fought against them, remember? Back when you were sane? You called them stupid necromancers, said they had lost their minds, that mastering conjuration should be enough for anyone seeking to become powerful.”

His eyes betrayed his remembrance, but it didn’t seem to matter. “I was wrong, because I did master it, and I still wasn’t strong enough. Just look at you: you’ve risen through the ranks enough for Traven to send you searching for his dirty little spy. And yet you’re so weak that I could kill you without a second thought.”

In that moment, the paralysis spell ended, but the daedra’s grip on your wrists didn’t relax. You struggled against it anyway. “Who cares if you can kill me? You told me before that you wanted to help people. That the Order was a blight on Cyrodiil. What happened, Levi? You were good… I—I looked up to you.”

He clicked his tongue, expression turned pitying. “I know you did, mageling.”

The nickname made your heart hurt, like a spell meant to flood you with nostalgia. And flood you it did.

You couldn’t help but think back to the memories you shared. The time he demanded to join you on your most dangerous quest at the behest of your guild’s leadership. When he met you in the training yard and taught you new spells without you even asking. How often you broke bread and drank wine with him in the mess hall after many a perilous mission. The way his enigmatic eyes would stick to you in mere passing moments that seemed to last eons.

These memories were too fond to dig up again. You had buried them for a reason. It had been years of wondering where he had gone, of having no way to contact him, and it had left you with no choice but to try to forget.

You gritted your teeth. “Never call me that again.”

Levi smirked. “What? Bring up too many memories?”

“Don’t taunt me.”

“Are you thinking about what we had back then? Wondering why I left you behind?”

You stared at him, throat tightening enough to deprive you of words. His guesses were far too accurate, and you wondered if he could still see through you after all these years.

At that moment, your Bound Armor spell ended, Daedric metal dissipating. Levi stepped forward, smoothing out the wrinkles on your mage cloak that had been hidden underneath.

“Would you believe me if I told you that you weren’t ready? That I couldn’t bring myself to rip an apprentice away from their training? You were just a fledgling, too naive to possibly understand my reason for leaving.” He met your eyes, keeping a hand at your chest. “But now you’re seasoned. You’ve seen the true heart of the Mages Guild, and they see potential in you. As do I.”

Pride mixed with confusion at his praise—something that never came easily with Levi. He was a stern Warlock, unforgiving, always expecting nothing but greatness, and yet despite his cold nature you never lost the sense that he cared for you, that he yearned for your success as much as you did.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” you said, tears stinging your eyes. “You’ve made us enemies.”

He stepped closer. “We don’t have to be enemies. You could join me. Together we could become the most powerful necromancers under Mannimarco. I could teach you more—become your master. Isn’t that what you always wanted?”

It was. It truly was. But that desire couldn’t negate the sickness you felt at the thought of becoming an underling for a thousand-year-old evil lich. You opened your mouth to refuse, but then Levi leaned in and whispered in your ear.

“And, we could make up for all our years of separation.” His breath made goosebumps rise on your skin. “Did you not pine for me, in my absence?”

You shuddered at the sensations, at the heat of his body close to yours, and you lied, “At times, yes, but eventually I forgot about you.”

He hummed and reached up to caress your cheek, his voice entrancing. “I thought about you every day, my little apprentice. I thought about those big, curious eyes of yours, always looking to me for answers, and I remembered how much I loved to deprive you of them. Make you seek them out for yourself. It was always worth it to see the pride glowing on your face upon your own success.”

He pulled back, gaze flicking between your lips and your eyes, fingers curling around your chin. “I always wanted you to make your own decisions, and now is no different. You have a choice, mageling. You can choose to see that necromancy is just an extension of our power, and that I am no different than the man you knew in Chorrol. Or you and I can continue our battle. You can fight for your arbitrary sides of good and evil, and I will fight for my freedom to seek knowledge that others have deemed forbidden.”

A painful ultimatum. For someone who claimed to enjoy giving you free will, this wasn’t much of a choice. How could you choose between leaving everything you knew behind or fighting your beloved teacher to the death?

“You really won’t come back? The only way I can have you again is to follow you down this path?”

“That’s right,” he whispered, dark blue irises capturing yours. “Leave it all behind. Come with me. I’ll take care of you.”

This promise. An offer to join hands with him in life, go back to how things were before, and finally move beyond unspoken love. Could he be lying to persuade you? It was possible. But every instinct, every nerve buzzing at his closeness, told you this was real.

You could no longer justify resisting temptation.

“Kiss me. Please.”

All restraint eliminated by a few words, he closed the last few millimeters of space between you, pressing his lips against yours in a deep, intense kiss. The dremora behind you disappeared, freeing your hands to grasp Levi’s robes and pull yourself into him. His aura satiated something within you that had been forever starved, and you let yourself become consumed by it, lavishing in it, your heart swelling with a hope that nearly drowned out your rationality.

This moment was all you had ever wanted. Your love for him encompassed your whole being, and yet there was a brooding darkness surrounding you, the twisted reality of the world bearing upon your fates.

Was this the end? Your final embrace with the man who had occupied your thoughts for years?

There’s nothing left for us. I must put aside my feelings and do what must be done, for the Mages Guild. — Ending 1

He still means the world to me. Even if he has gone where I can never follow, I can’t bring myself to hurt him. — Ending 2

This must be a sign. If I don’t choose him now, I may never get the choice again. — Ending 3

[shoot1ngst4r]

going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

[leviismybby]

You and Levi being secretly married until he reveals your marriage on accident...

Both of you decided that it was better that way, Levi didn't like people butting into his private life and he knew you didn't either. It's been about a year since you married and the only people that knew were Erwin and Hange. Levi was sitting in the mass hall, drinking his tea as you were eating next to him. His other hand was on your thigh, a gesture he does quiet often. He wasn't a big fan of public affection, but subtle touches were always appreciated. You sigh, still sore from last night. "You okay?" Petra, who is sitting opposite you asks, noticing that you were tired. "Oh, all good. I'm just a little tired, that's all." You smile at her, giving her a true yet vauge answer. She didn't need to know that Levi kept you up all night, fucking your brains out. You glare at Levi. "Right. I am not apologizing for having sex with my own wife." Levi says those words before he can stop them from coming out, Petra's head shoots in his direction, ears going red as she notices the mark on his neck. "....you two are married?" She asks, her eyes going wide. "Yes." Levi says. "No." You say. You two look at one another, way to go... Let's just say that in the less than a week, the whole headquarters knew.

[connorsui]

"How beautiful was she?"

"Was? ...please ..she is beautiful, but not like those girls in magazines. She is beautiful, for the way she thinks, She is beautiful for the sparkle in her eyes when she speaks about anything she loves. She is beautiful for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She is beautiful, deep down to her soul ....

She is the love of my life"

The man: Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, John Price, Jason Todd, Sam Winchester, Higuruma Hiromi, Halsin, Astarion Zayne, Sylus, Xavier, Levi Ackerman, Simon Riley, Johnny Mactavish, Leon Kennedy, Aizawa, Dabi, Hawks, Rafayel, Cooper Howard, Logan Howlett, Aemond, Nikto,

[tsukimirecs]

levi ackerman // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

you’re drunk and ridiculous (and he can’t trust you with anyone else)

gestures

no funny business

as the spark dies

wild card

dust, diamonds

dirty money

nobody's fault but mine

traditions

time

the wife

crush

percolate

petals inked in red

spite

one million to one

power trip

ghost

silent treatment

love hate me

as the world caves in

two faced

bad romance

garden of tulips

plans

and when i see you smile, the clouds will clear

ghostly greetings

safe haven

panacea

sayonara

“may i?”

his wounded heart beats for one

beneath the pages

respite on black waters

galaxies past

overwhelming