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levispersonalslave · 1 month ago

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ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐌𝐫. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 . . .

Levi Ackerman × Reader, Any Au, Friends to lovers, wc 0.7k, Valentine’s special (ˊᗜˋ*)

‘𝑇𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑,

‘I write to you not in hope, nor in expectation, but in surrender—to unburden a sin I have carried upon my chest for time immemorial. A sin I pray no other man shall ever dare confess to you, and yet I lay it bare before you now: I love you.

‘I find it to be a sin, for what man—least of all myself—could be worthy of such a love? To hold even a fragment of affection for you is to reach for divinity itself, to cup heaven’s light between trembling hands. You are poetry made flesh, a hymn only angels might dare to sing, and yet, despite my unworthiness, my heart beats only for you—a song neither time nor reason can silence.

‘I do not write to plead for your love, nor to beg for your favor. I ask for nothing—only to surrender this truth, to commit to ink what my lips dare not speak, and to leave my soul bare before you. If I am to repent, let it be for loving you too deeply, too foolishly.

‘And should this world part us, if fate should cast me into darkness, I pray the light at the tunnel’s end bears the shape of you—for there is no afterlife worth living without your embrace.

‘But if I am never to have you—if the closest I shall ever come to your touch is the ghost of you in my dreams—then let me ask for only this: may your days be gentle, your sorrows few, and your heart untouched by grief.

‘May joy find you in every season, may the sun warm you even in winter.

‘And if ever you hear my name upon the wind, know that somewhere, in this life or the next, I loved you beyond all measure.

‘Ever yours, in silence and devotion, 𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑒𝑢𝑟.’

── 𝐿

You’ve read the letter once, twice, and your hands still tremble. You ghost your fingertips over the ink as though it might allow you to reach through the words and touch the heart that has written them. A hitch catches in your breath, and you feel tears slipping down your face—warm, shimmering. Oh, Levi. . .

A choked laugh—half sob, half joy—breaks from your lips. How can he think himself unworthy? How can he not know that your heart has been his long before he had the courage to claim it?

The letter shakes in your grasp as you press it to your chest; it’s as if you hope holding it close can somehow bridge the aching space between you. But, surely paper and ink cannot be enough.

You don’t bother wiping your tears or steadying your breath. You barely remember grabbing your coat before you’re rushing out the door; evening air bites at your skin, your pulse racing faster than your feet can possibly carry you. The world blurs past you, and your only focus is the path that leads to him.

You reach his door breathless—not from the cold, nor from the running, but from the sheer, overwhelming weight of emotion mounting inside your chest. You knock once, twice, thrice—and the door swings open.

And there he is—L.

Your L.

You don’t give him a chance to speak. With a sob of joy, you throw yourself into his arms, burying your face into his chest as your tears soak into his shirt. His arms wrap around you instantly, strong and sure, holding you like you’re something precious—like you’re his.

“I love you,” you gasp, the words spilling from your lips, desperate and unshakable. “I love you, I love you, I love you—”

His breath hitches, and then he’s sweeping you into his arms. He carries you inside as if you’re something weightless, something sacred.

The door falls shut behind you, sealing the world away.

In the hush of the lamplight, he holds you close, his arms tightening as if to make up for all the time lost. You weep softly against his shoulder, your joy spilling over in trembling breaths. He presses his lips to your hair, his own breath unsteady.

“I love you too,” he murmurs. The words are reverent—like a vow, like a prayer, like something he has been waiting his whole life to say. . .

⊱ 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⊰ @the-traveling-poet , @pinkberryfox , 𝑑𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑 ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

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yaggmurwrites · 9 days ago

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the moth & the flame. | armin a.

pairing: armin arlert x reader, mentions of eren jaeger as ex lover

word count: 4k

warnings: +18. mature content. mdni.

the moth & the flame les deux love orchestra -highly recommend listening to this while reading.-

summary: reader is having a difficult night, and in such moments, they always find solace in the comforting presence of Armin, who has always been there to help. yet, there is a plan that has long been residing in Armin's mind, a plan that now beckons.

author's note: it’s been two years since I last wrote something meaningful. I’ve come back with a sudden burst of inspiration. as you read this, just keep in mind that it’s been a while since I’ve written, and this is the first time I’m being this open. enjoy.

7 missed calls from y/n.

03:28

Incoming call from y/n.

03:29

He fixed his gaze on the incoming call, silent, unmoving, as he took another deep drag from his cigarette.

His feet rested comfortably on the coffee table before him; from the outside, no one would have noticed the turmoil stirring within him. The only trace of his quiet excitement was the growing pile of cigarette butts in the ashtray beside him. But he was alone now—there was no need to conceal it.

Tearing his attention away from the phone, he let his eyes drift into the darkness of the night. A deep sense of peace settled over him. He smiled to himself, nodding slightly.

Everything was unfolding exactly as he had imagined. Everything.

He noticed you were calling again. "Sleep," he murmured, as if you were right there beside him, as if you could hear every word.

After that call, the phone fell silent for the night. The mere coincidence stole a quiet chuckle from the blond man. "My good girl," he whispered into the night.

For a fleeting moment, he almost felt bad for you.

Almost.

But he couldn’t afford to let such emotions ruin his plan. There was no need for you to worry.

He knew you were hurting. But you had to.

Until the pain found a new source.

By the time you called him one last time, the screen had become nothing more than a blur. Your eyes were drowning in tears. You were exhausted.

"Please don’t go, Eren! Please…"

Your voice trembled, your breath uneven. You took a few shaky steps toward him, reaching out—but your fingers grasped at nothing before they could even brush against his wrist.

Eren averted his eyes.

Be firm. Be sure, he reminded himself.

As he turned toward the door, you stepped in front of him.

"Don’t do this," you whispered, then your voice rose.

"It doesn’t have to be this way! We can fix it, please!"

This is for her own good, ’Ren. You said it yourself. Your way of life only fuels her anxieties. She's worse than ever... she needs to be away from you.

But Eren only shook his head. His gaze was dark, hard—yet at the same time… empty.

He cleared his throat, as if speaking was a struggle.

"It’s over."

Be sure. Be firm. Be emotionless.

Your head snapped up. "What?" He repeated it without meeting your eyes. "We… This is over."

No.

No, this… this couldn’t be happening.

"No, no, no," you began to whisper. Why? I don’t understand. Why? Why aren’t we trying to find a way? We’ve overcome everything before—we always did, we always found a way!

This is for her own good. You’re hurting her, he reminded himself.

Your legs finally gave out. Trembling, you collapsed to the floor, resting your arms on your knees, hiding your face. Your uneven breaths melted into quiet, broken sobs.

You heard Eren’s footsteps. He hesitated for a few seconds.

You waited, hoping—waiting for him to say something.

But nothing came.

If you love her, you have to let her go. You can’t leave the door open. You have to make her hate you.

And for the last time, he said, "It’s over." Then he stepped past you and opened the door.

The cold air slipped inside.

And the door closed.

The moment he heard your sobs echoing through the house, that cold, detached man vanished.

In his place stood an Eren with glassy eyes—one who did not turn back, but still, for a fleeting second, wavered.

He had done this… for you.

Because his life was riddled with dangers, and your heart was far too fragile. Your anxieties were so heavy, he feared that one day they would crush you entirely—that you would wake up unable to breathe beneath their weight. You couldn’t enjoy life, because your mind was always trapped in the worst possible scenarios.

You had never told him these things yourself—you hadn’t dared.

But Armin had.

Armin knew you well. Maybe even better than Eren did. And he knew Eren, too.

So he must have been right, mustn’t he?

Eren had noticed the way your anxieties had worsened. Some nights, they swallowed you whole, so completely that you would end up at Armin’s embrace.

In the apartment you two shared with your lover, there were nights when Eren had to call Armin in the middle of the night, his voice tight with urgency.

Because only Armin could quiet your cries. Only Armin could hush the whispers that crept into your mind. And so, those certain nights haunted Eren’s thoughts—nights when you buried yourself in Armin’s shoulder, trembling from your own tears. Nights when you curled up in his lap as he murmured soothing words into your ear, his fingers threading gently through your hair.

On those nights, jealousy lodged itself deep within Eren’s chest. He was certain—certain—that no one loved you more than he did.

And yet, in your most desperate moments, he was the one you could not reach. His touch couldn’t ease you. His words couldn’t find you. But Armin’s whispers always did.

And sometimes—just sometimes—Eren could have sworn he saw the faintest trace of amusement flicker across Armin’s face.

But that was only jealousy playing tricks on him.

It had to be.

But one thing was certain. When morning came after those nights, no one ever spoke a word. With an unspoken agreement, the past was quietly buried beneath the new day, and when the breaking points came again, Armin would return—like a saving angel.

Neither you nor Eren noticed it, but the need you had for Eren was slowly fading beneath the shadow of the trust you placed in Armin.

Your body could no longer fight off sleep. You knew Armin would have an answer for you in the morning. And so, you let yourself drift away.

As he pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, he hesitated for a brief moment before rising to his feet with slow, deliberate steps.

He glanced at his watch. The message or call you were expecting in the morning wouldn’t come.

Not yet.

For the plan to be perfect, you needed to be alone a little longer. You needed to hurt a little more. Because the more you suffered, the more you would reach for Armin—even in the darkest corners of your mind.

His soothing voice, his gentle touch, his soft whispers—without them, you would become incapable of comforting yourself.

All those nights spent in his presence had shaped you without you even realizing it. They had stolen away your ability to calm yourself, to stand on your own.

Now, without his voice echoing in your ears, without his hands brushing against your skin— You would never find peace.

And if your need for this feeling grew, in time, you would forget your own pain and become trapped in nothing but your longing for him. His absence had to leave a greater echo in you than his presence ever did.

Until now, whenever you needed him, Armin had always been there. In the middle of an important meeting, at a candlelit dinner with a beautiful woman, even at the end of a wretched day—it never mattered. When you called, he came.

Because all of it had been leading to this moment. But today, he wouldn’t be there. The phone would remain silent. The hours would pass, and you would grow restless. You had to wonder where he was.

You had to.

But that was the essence of it all, wasn’t it? Shifting the direction of your pain. Tearing its roots from your own heart and planting them in him. You had to worry about Armin. Those all-consuming fears that ruled your mind—they should no longer be for yourself but for him. And if he could make that happen— God, even the thought of it sent fireworks exploding through Armin’s chest. Could you forget yourself and think only of him?

This entire plan was meant to find out. He had to make you cling to him so tightly that you would forget even your own broken pieces—so that your only concern would be him.

He had to become your everything. Armin could have done it with his own hands—but no, that wouldn’t have been any fun.

He had already seen the potential in you. With the right environment and conditions, he knew you would devote yourself to him. And most importantly… you had to do it of your own free will.

As he stepped into the bathroom, the cold white light struck his face. He stopped in front of the mirror, studying his reflection. He truly had a beautiful face—saying so wasn’t just a compliment; it was a fact. Delicate, almost feminine features blended seamlessly with the strength of his masculine frame, a perfect harmony of contrasts.

Slowly, he curled his fingers into a fist, then, without hesitation, drove it hard into the wall beside the mirror. A sharp sting spread from his knuckles.

When he opened his hand, he watched the blood smear across his skin.

It hurt.

But there was no hesitation. His gaze traveled over his hands, tracing the fine veins and the cracked joints.

Just the way he wanted.

He couldn’t have faced you this morning with that beautiful face.

Now, there had to be an explanation for the silence he had been protecting. When you couldn’t reach him, when your messages and calls went unanswered... And here’s the reason he would give you.

You opened your eyes in the morning with a restless heaviness. To suppress the growing anxiety in your chest, you buried your head into the pillow and took a deep breath.

You wished everything was just a bad dream. But you woke up, and the reality, like a cold blanket clinging to your skin, collapsed upon you.

Your hand, trembling from habit, reached for your phone. In fact, the only thing on your mind was whether you had received a call from Eren. After everything that happened during the night, you thought he might have regretted it and tried calling you this morning.

Maybe a message, maybe a missed call...

But when the screen lit up, your eyes reflexively searched for Armin’s name. You were almost sure you would see his missed calls. Because it always happened this way. While you were falling apart throughout the night, he would try to put you back together with the first light of morning.

But this time, as your fingers scanned through the notifications, your breath caught in your chest.

Armin hadn’t written anything.

No calls, no messages. You quickly scanned your last messages. The emptiness you saw settled in your stomach.

Unread. Unseen. Unanswered.

This wasn’t like him. He was the only one who never made you feel lost. So, what now? Your mind immediately began to imagine the worst-case scenarios. Something had happened. He must have been hurt. There was no other explanation. You gripped the phone tightly in your hand, at first forgetting why you had even picked it up.

You had grabbed it to call Eren, but now Armin’s name appeared on the screen.

Your fingers trembled as you pressed the call button. With every ring, the unease inside you grew a little more.

Armin noticed the call on his phone screen. His eyes saw the name in the corner of the display. Then, without answering, he smiled slightly at the emptiness and, with a deep breath, said, “Good morning, beautiful.”

These words blended into the silence of the room, but in that moment, he knew something was beginning. He was ready to come to you.

One last time, he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. Since the last time he had checked, there was now a bruise under his eye and a bleeding nose. He quickly grabbed his things, got in his car, and set off toward your house.

He knocked on your door three times. He did it with such a rhythm that you knew it was him whenever it rang. You weren’t sure if he was aware of it. But you had already shouted his name silently as you reached the door. You were certain he had arrived.

When you saw his bleeding nose, you paused for a moment.

"Damn it, what happened to you?" you said, your voice trembling. You instinctively reached out to him, but before you touched him, you noticed the open wounds on his knuckles. You cursed quietly.

As you looked at his face, your eyes focused on him as if waiting for an explanation. You were sad, but it wasn’t sadness for yourself; it was the deep sorrow you felt for his condition.

And at that moment, Armin couldn’t believe that everything had gone so perfectly and according to plan.

He wanted to laugh, but not even a smile appeared on his lips.

Like moving pawns on a chessboard, like writing a book he authored...

But he hadn’t done that.

He had only set the necessary conditions. You had become his favorite experiment; every move, every step was part of his plan, but you were the one playing the cards.

In the end, he realized that all his efforts had worked down to their most delicate points. But now, he was eager to see what you would do next.

'I couldn't be with you last night. I'm sorry. On the way, from him—he deliberately avoided saying Eren’s name— I listened to what happened a little.' He took a step toward you. Your hands were still in his.

"W-what ?" You only managed to say...

You had forgotten.

When you saw him, even if for a brief moment, you had forgotten your own pain. You just wanted to get lost in his suffering.

In that moment, Armin wanted to press you against the wall and kiss you roughly.

But he had to wait. It wasn’t part of the script. Everything had its place.

You were still in shock. You took him to the bathroom, sat him on the toilet, and nervously searched for the first aid kit.

He sat silently, watching you. His face wore an innocent expression.

Finally, you found the kit. As you gathered the items to clean his wounds, your hands trembled.

You had never seen Armin like this. You were used to seeing Eren like this in such a state. With a shy look on his face, he’d let you clean his wounds. But Armin always protected himself from such dangers. His cool, calculated demeanor had always made you trust him. But now, these wounds, this pain, this collapse... Why hadn’t he protected himself? Why had he left himself so vulnerable? Everything you knew contradicted this moment.

Slowly, you pulled your hands away and found yourself staring at him. He was already looking into your eyes.

"You've cried so much," he said. In that moment, reality shifted for you.

The sobs and pleas at the door flashed back into your mind. As you remembered, you noticed Armin observing how your body lightly trembled. With the hand you had just wrapped in bandages, he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer.

You were now standing between his legs. He placed his hand on the back of your head and gently guided you to rest on his shoulder. With his free hand, he started drawing small circles on your back.

You were crying. Again. He slowly rose from where he sat, lifted you into his arms, and carried you to your room.

Silently, you continued to cry in his arms. In that moment, Armin was doing everything he could to not leave you alone. He wanted to share your pain, to ease it even if just a little.

You stayed like that for a while, without noticing how much time had passed. When he looked at you, there was a deep sadness in your eyes.

Suddenly, softly, with a low voice, you whispered, "I... I couldn't reach you."

Armin’s eyes opened. In that moment, he was almost grateful that you were too lost in yourself to notice his heartbeat had quickened.

With everything that had happened, the first words that reached him amidst it all were about not being able to reach you.

At that moment, he wanted to give you everything in the world. But he couldn’t say anything; his heart was too full.

From the moment Eren introduced you to Armin, he had felt something for you.

Armin, by nature, wasn’t one to believe in love. He had always treated the women in his life with respect. But he didn’t remember falling in love.

After a long time, he felt a feeling close to love— thanks to you, but it wasn’t pure, innocent love.

Perhaps it was the hunger a hunter feels for its prey—this was the kind of love that fit Armin’s understanding.

He didn’t want a relationship with defined boundaries like the ones that existed with others.

What he wanted was a ritual that had begun today and that he hoped would continue. The men who entered your life would never understand you the way he did. And one day, either on their own or with Armin’s help, they would leave your life. And when that happened, Armin would be there, at your door, by your side, in your bed, and if you allowed it, inside you—whenever you needed him, he would make you forget all about them.

“I’m sorry, baby. I…” he began, but the words hung in the air. You immediately stopped him. “No, no, don’t apologize. I just… I was worried, and I was so scared. But you’re here, it’s okay. Please don’t leave me,” you said, your voice trembling but determined.

He gently pulled your head from where you had hidden it, slowly meeting your gaze. “I’ll be here as long as you want me to be. Always,” he said.

In that moment, you wanted to look away, but Armin gently cupped your cheeks with his hands, guiding your eyes back to his. “Okay?” he asked, his voice soft but steady. You gave a small nod of yes.

Armin, trying to comfort you one more time, gently laid you down on the bed, and you rested your head on his arm. It felt as if he had wrapped you in his wings. You were safe.

“Tell me about yesterday,” he said, his tone softer now. At first, you didn’t want to speak. The pain that had gathered in your eyes frightened you to show it. But Armin’s calming presence began to bring your emotions to the surface. You stayed silent for a while, then slowly began to speak. You told him everything about Eren’s departure, the deep pain inside you. In that moment, your tears started to fall, each drop feeling like a piece of the pain itself. You shared with him how much Eren’s disappearance had hurt you, the emptiness inside, your anxiety, and your fear.

Armin listened quietly, his gaze fixed on you.

“Without you, I couldn’t silence myself,” you said. “Even though it was Eren who left, I missed you.”

fuck—.

And at that moment, without realizing what you were saying, the words flowed out of you.

He didn’t look away. He was struggling to hold himself back. He knew that under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t accept this.

You were in love with Eren. That was a fact. But you were also in love with Armin. That was another truth you had hidden even from yourself.

It was clear that you didn’t understand the impact of the words that had escaped your lips. You were confused, and your mind was overwhelmed with thoughts. But the longing within you was pushing at Armin’s boundaries, making him desire you even more.

He should have waited for you to make the first move. He shouldn't have scared you. Then...

He felt a short, open kiss on his lips. Your eyes were tired of crying, closed. It was like a foreign kiss trying to get everything it can from him in this short time. You had always wondered about kissing him.

Armin knew that if he didn't act quickly, you would get embarrassed and pull yourself away.

Before you could pull yourself away, he wrapped his left arm around your body. You were stuck between his arms. He slowly pulled you towards him. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

Your chest was touching his chest. Before you knew it, your lips met again.

He copied the kiss you gave him without scaring you. He slowly pulled his lip back for a moment. As if waiting for your approval.

You had thrown one leg over his with the feeling of the kiss. You were so close. Even though you had cried in his arms countless times, this was completely different.

Maybe you should have felt guilty, but there was no trace of that feeling. Maybe it was because Eren had broken your heart so much. Maybe it was because this was one of your biggest fantasies.

You didn't leave Armin's question unanswered and brought your lips together again. This time, more intensely, more emotionally. It was as if you had both been waiting for this for a long time.

His hand on your back slowly moved down to your hip. He helped guide you towards him. Your most sensitive spots had touched each other in a closed way.

This sudden contact stole a moan from you. Armin took the opportunity and brought his tongue into your mouth and continued exploring you. You started to caress his hair with the hand on his head.

He brought you to a sitting position with his strong hands. Now you were sitting on his lap. His two hands were on your ass so he could sit you up more properly. You continued kissing.

When he squeezed your ass with his hands, you breathed out for a moment and your kissing stopped.

You leaned your forehead against his broad shoulder.

You were embarrassed. This made Armin smile. He leaned his head towards you and started kissing your exposed neck. Tiny open mouth kisses. Slowly moving up to your ear.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.

He already knew the answer. But he needed to hear it from you. You were driving him crazy. He had always dreamed of this moment but he hadn’t expected it to be this good.

You shook your head no. But that wasn’t enough of an answer. Armin wanted to push you to your limits. "I need to hear you, baby. Do you want me to continue?"

A thin ‘please’ escaped your mouth. Armin was practically blinded. But he shouldn’t have scared you.

He took a deep breath. 'said, “Come here,” and positioned you over him again with his hands on your ass.

You knew you were wet, but you realized it better when he made you sit fully on his length.

He released your lips so he could hear your moans properly. He was kissing your neck, while also helping you grind yourself against him with his hands.

This—this was too much.

You locked your hands around his arms. You tried to keep up with Armin’s rhythm as you found your balance.

You were a complete moaning mess.

You tried to hold back, but Armin encouraged you. Don’t hold back. Yeah? Please, he begged.

You liked how he begged—Armin knew that you would love it.

Even though he knew you so well, he was no longer stuck to the plan. Because the plan had ended there.

From here on out, it was all you and him. No one else, no plan, no game. No pain from the past, no anxiety about the future. There was only the present. You were together. You were dangerously close, and both of you just wanted more.

"Armin.. 'need more," you babbled.

Hm? Yeah baby? You need me, don't you? You need more of me. —Don't worry I'll give you what you need. I'll give you everything.

there might be a next chapter—or not. it’s my first time writing something like this, so I kind of chickened out lmao.

don’t forget to share your thoughts!

yaggmurwrites, 2025.

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