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roguexmachina · 3 years

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Imagine Levi finding you injured on an expedition

A/N: This was supposed to be part of my multi-part series, but do to the lack of projected success that received (haha…ha…) I’ve discontinued it and broken the rest of what I’d prewritten into imagines like this one. Feel free to check out my blog if ya want to read the first four parts to that series– the ending isn’t a cliffhanger or anything really, so I decided not to delete them. Each chapter can also pretty much stand as its own thing anyway. ON ANOTHER NOTE… I love this gif, I think Levi looks so schmexyy hehe.

Enjoy! ~<3

“Oi, (Y/N).”

“(Y/N)!”

Too loud.

As your eyelids bitterly protested against opening, distant sounds developed from white noise into familiar voices. They were sharp and invasive; unpleasant against the previous, peaceful stillness. Irritated at whoever disrupted the silence, you felt yourself become unwillingly torn away from it. As if woken up just before any dream sequence could begin.

Where am I?

You tried to regain feeling, grasping sensitivity to stop the endless floating sensation.

There was an arm around your waist and something wrapped tightly around your torso. It was the same area where a sharp pain finally processed itself in your brain, white heat coursing through your body. A small voice in the back of your head urged you to wake up, telling you something was wrong, but a strong desire for a deep slumber seemed to speak louder.

So tired… I just want…

Weak, dizzy, and barely conscious, temptation to slip away was subjugating. The excruciating pain was turning into a dull ache with each passing second, lulling you further into the darkness.

…sleep.

“Dammit brat, you better keep those eyes open.”

A new voice spoke, with more volume and conviction than the angel and devil on your shoulders. It was cold, monotone,… and sent a warm feeling down your spine.

Huh?

Like a bucket of cold water, it seemed to wake you up on contact. You forced your orbs open, distastefully scrunching your nose at the sudden rush of light and color. It was all a blur.

An unpleasant blur.

“Then can someone turn off the freaking sun?” You mumbled meekly, hearing a small sigh from the humanoid-looking-blob staring down at you.

“Tch. You’re delusional.”

It’s him.

Snapping your head in the direction of the male’s voice, you tentatively reached your hand up almost as if on instinct, recognizing Levi’s jet black locks and harsh tone of voice. You were delirious enough to forget about the nerves that usually bundled in your stomach at his presence. Dizzy enough to overlook the butterflies caused by his own intimidating persona– the only thing you could focus on was the overwhelming need to make sure he was real. That new driving force kept you fighting to stay in the moment.

You stopped as your fingers brushed over the male’s lips and withdrew them reluctantly, as if touching the kissable pink lines snapped you back to your senses.

Captain Levi.

The mix of worry in the Captain’s orbs was masked by his typical stoicism. Even now, Levi seemed to lack expression; but you were too busy soaking in his features to translate the emotion lurking deep in his eyes.

He was as breathtaking as ever.

Now I know I must be dreaming.

Your eyes seemed to finally work, instantly locking with Levi’s own. His eyebrows were furrowed slightly as he held you, his legs tucked underneath him as he sat on the bloodstained ground. Your figure was draped along his lap as one arm propped your head up, resting in the crook of his elbow.

“Maybe you are,” you replied finally, your voice barely even a raspy whisper. Flashing Levi a mischievous grin, you stifled a cough. “Because last time I checked, my name was (Y/N), not delusional.”

You began to let your palm fall away from Levi’s face as his expression turned unamused, but he took your wrist in his free hand and gently brought your small hand back up. After interlacing your fingers with his and gripping tightly, the captain did something else that managed to appall you, even in a half-conscious state: He pressed a soft kiss to it, eyes never leaving your own.

Your heart nearly stopped.

Maybe you were already dead.

The raven’s annoyed eye roll heavily contradicted the tender actions beforehand. They betrayed the look of indifference settled on his features.

Contended by the soothing gesture, you felt your eyelids grow heavy once more. But he wasn’t having any of that.

Levi grunted and shook you lightly.

“Stay awake, (Y/N).”

Despite his wishes, your vision grew hazy and out of focus once more, until your head lolled over to look at the blueness of the sky.

Now I can close my eyes…

“No, stop that.” Levi spoke louder, more rushed as if there was a ticking clock dragging out your remaining minutes, echoing tauntingly in his ears.

“Look at me.”

…just for a little while.

“That’s an order, (L/N)! You are not allowed to die!” His tone had changed. Became more urgent and forceful, and with a great amount of effort, you turned your head to comply. He never once called you by your surname. Never once displayed this amount of emotion. It was difficult to stay focused, but Levi’s iron grip still on your hand seemed to keep you grounded.

You barely discerned what was going on, but felt Levi lean down, his forehead touching your own as his raven bangs tickled your cheeks.

“Stay with me, understand?”

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Slippery When Wet: Part 2

Summary: An untimely accident in the shower leaves you injured and in need of rescue. Lucky for you, the object of your affections is more than willing to help.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

TW: swearing, nudity, implied sexual content, description of injury (nothing graphic), unintentional voyeurism? (idk i mean like voyeurism in the name of helping i’m not sure how to say it ha), lots of dick talk, prolly really bad sex jokes

Link to A03 here

PART 1 HERE

A/N: First of all, THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO READ, LIKED, REBLOGGED AND COMMENTED ON PART 1. You are all amazing, I am so glad you are enjoying this silly little venture Gojo has dragged me on. Again, thank you so much to @ghost-party for her beta skills, you da best! I hope Part 2 makes you all happy :) please enjoy, sweet potatoes!

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You shouldn’t look. Not because you don’t want to, but if you do you’ll know what is absolutely not warming your bed at night and then you’ll probably just feel worse. But, you were overwhelmingly curious. Just a quick look couldn’t hurt.

Right?

You peek through your fingers, just at his upper half. The sight makes you curse softly under your breath. Of course he’s absolutely beautiful out of clothes, did you really expect anything less?

“If you’re uncomfortable, I’ll get dressed,” he says, “just thought this would help you out.”

Help you out? Good grief this is going to be the star of your late night fantasies for months. Because instead of dreaming it up, you now have the real thing to recall.

“No,” you take a deep breath and drop your hands. “I’m fine.”

Are you though? He’s built to perfection, checking off all the boxes on your “Things I find physically attractive” checklist. You marvel at this long column of his throat, sweeping down into a set of collarbones that would make models die of envy. His chest is hairless (did he wax or was it just naturally that way?), miles of smooth skin and muscle that your fingers were just itching to trace.

Your eyes trail down past his stomach, briefly cataloging the very nice set of abs, before settling on what you were the most curious about.

The snort of laughter escapes your lips before you can stop it.

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roguexmachina · 3 years

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Slippery When Wet: Part 1

Summary: An untimely accident in the shower leaves you injured and in need of rescue. Lucky for you, the object of your affections is more than willing to help.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

TW: swearing, nudity, implied sexual content, description of injury (nothing graphic), unintentional voyeurism? (idk i mean like voyeurism in the name of helping i’m not sure how to say it ha)

Link to A03 here

PART TWO NOW UP HERE

A/N: Well shit guys, here is part one of my attempt to write a humorous yet somewhat sexy piece for our favorite blindfolded sensei. I’m trying to branch out in my writing styles and Gojo was happy to tag along for the endeavor! PLEASE FORGIVE THE TITLE I KNOW ITS SO CRINGEY (I had like zero other ideas haha). Also a huge shoutout to my lovely friend @ghost-party who was kind enough to beta this, thanks my dear! I hope you all like it, now please enjoy, my sweet potatoes!

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This was ridiculous.

You were a shaman. A really strong shaman. You exorcised curses as easy as breathing. You could bring down (almost) anyone in a fight. You made evil tremble in fear. You were a strong, brave, badass woman.

And yet here you were.

On the floor of your shower, clutching your now (probably) dislocated shoulder.

Taken down by a fucking bar of soap.

“This is so unfair,” you whine to yourself, attempting for the millionth time to get off the floor. It’s no use; everything is slippery and you can’t get your feet under you. You wince as your shoulder is jostled.

Thank goodness you were at least able to reach up and shut the water off.

“Guess I’ll have to crawl to my phone,” you sigh, thinking of the scolding Shoko would probably give you when you told her what happened.

You grit your teeth, maneuvering yourself as best you can to push open the glass door of the shower. You manage to kick it open with one leg, before swinging painfully around into a better position to crawl.

That’s when you hear him.

“I have arrived! With coffee!”

Oh no.

OH NO.

Of course he would pick right now to come barge into your place. The man had no sense of manners; he simply showed up whenever he felt like it. You cannot count the times he’s sauntered in like he lives here, raiding your snack stash and sprawling his too long limbs all over your couch.

Normally, you didn’t mind. Being around Gojo was exhilarating. Ever since you first met him, you were oddly captivated. He was just so….enigmatic. He could be as petulant and pouty as a spoiled child, but somehow made it weirdly endearing. He was loud, often rude to his elders, entirely too flirty and bold, and definitely way too obsessed with sugar. Yet he was kind and doting to his students, a surprisingly decent friend, dedicated to (in your mind anyways) a worthy cause, and just plain fun to be around.

Not to mention he was absolutely, completely, unfairly attractive. Like, god tier attractive. You could stare at him all day like he was some work of art sculpted by fucking Michelangelo himself. It wasn’t surprising that after a while you were dealing with a crush the size of Mount Fuji.

Gojo Satoru was a vast, wild, mysterious ocean, and you just wanted to drown yourself in him.

On any other day but today. Today, you just wanted him to take his stupidly handsome self and disappear.

But…..you were in a lot of pain. Maybe if you called out, he could just slide your phone beneath the door? He didn’t need to know the horribly embarrassing details.

“I’m just finishing up from a shower, Gojo.”

You hear his footsteps coming closer.

“I’ll just wait in the living room then!”

You take a deep breath. “Actually, Gojo, I need a favour.”

A pause. Then a soft chuckle.

“Oh? A favour, eh?”

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roguexmachina · 3 years

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Art by kagetsu_y

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✨ Harry Potter Rewatch 2021 ✨ ↳ “No, I’m fine,” said Harry, wondering why he kept telling people this, and wondering whether he had ever been less fine. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (2005) dir. Mike Newell

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Unfortunately...I’m going into overtime now.

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*Fans myself

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simping for Nanamin like my whole life depends on it.

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nanami vs mahito - jujutsu kaisen ep 10.

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Lovers in D Minor

Summary: Gojo requests you play his favourite song. You can’t deny him anything.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

TW: Swearing, implied sexual content

Link to A03 here

A/N: I’m back with another fic starring everyone’s favourite sensei! Thank you to all who read, liked, and reblogged my first fic, you are amazing and it has given me the confidence to write more! Please excuse the shitty title, I was thinking of Beethoven’s 9th Symphony while writing. Please enjoy, sweet potatoes!

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“Play.”

His voice is soft, quiet, and yet the one word resonates with an unyielding command. You run your hands over the keys in front of you gently.

You have no desire to deny him. You never do. Your trust in him has been built up like an iron fortress; unbreakable, unyielding. You know he will never demand that which you are unwilling to give.

Many worship the Honoured One, but it is only you he will bestow his unwavering favour upon.

“What would you like to hear?”

A lone finger runs down your spine, tracing the knobs with a feather light touch. Such contrast to the rough and demanding hands that were on you not an hour earlier.

But that was your Gojo Satoru.

“My favourite, I think.” His finger reverses, then slips lazily down again. Back and forth, back and forth. Your nerves cry out; it’s not enough. Not tonight.

“I should have guessed,” you say, leaning back into his touch. His finger stops at the base of your spine and spreads out into his whole hand. It’s a lazy warmth, like slipping into a hot bath at the end of a long day.

It feels like home.

He laughs softly. “Am I becoming that predictable, sugar plum?”

“Never,” you grin, turning to look at him beside you. He’s pretty in a way that should be illegal, white hair and blue eyes and sharp features that would make angels wail in despair. Perhaps he is an angel, you muse. An angel fallen from grace, doomed to a fate of exorcising the world’s demons. Darkness wrapped in a sheen of glittering light, terrifying in his ethereal beauty.

The celestial being in question cups your neck with steel fingers and drags your face up to his. Your eyes flutter closed as his lips cover yours, smooth and saccharine.

You could write poetry about his mouth.

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roguexmachina · 3 years

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“Finding more fallen-out hairs on you pillow, watching your favorite stuffed bread disappear from the convenience store…The accumulation of these little despairs is what makes a person an adult.”

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hi hi i was wondering if i could send it a request for when you get the chance 🥺 some cute megumi fluff,,maybe chilling in his room and lounging around/doing homework and then you get a little bored so you beg him to bring out the divine dogs cause you just wanna play with them and pet them 💗 ahhhh i am so soft for megumi and his wolves i just wanna call them good boys and feed them snacks 🥰🥰 thank you i love your writing and don't forget to drink some water and eat something 😽

hi my love!! i’m really sorry this is as late as it is but i still hope you enjoy!! also thank you <3333

━ the floor is the ceiling and the ceiling is the floor. your head is tilted on the bed, neck resting on the edge, as you huff lightly. the sun outside is beginning to set, but when you glance at the hunched figure of your boyfriend, you see no sign of him stopping his work any time soon, and that only deepens your boredom. you’d long since finished your own work, and you’d expected to do so the same time as megumi. your current situation says otherwise.

you sigh again, loudly.

“what?”

the question catches you off guard, and a confused noise slips past your lips as you tilt your head to the side. megumi’s still facing his desk, but his hands no longer move rapidly across his laptop’s keyboard. “huh?” you reinforce, and you hear him sigh.

“you keep — sighing,” he briefly explains. “is everything okay?”

in response, you sigh dramatically.

you can hear him roll his eyes. he finally twists in his chair, and tired eyes meet yours, only making you feel slightly guilty. “m’bored,” you tell him with a small pout.

he raises a brow, fixing you with an unimpressed stare. “i have work to do,” he responds. quickly, you sit up, blinking away at the dizziness that hits you from the sudden movement, and you over to him. a strangled noise falling from his lips is interrupted as you sit yourself down on his lap, settling properly and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“i have an idea,” you announce, and his eyes widen.

“that’s not good.”

you gasp. “how dare you!” a light smack lands on his chest, and he feigns pain for you, rubbing at the spot.

with a sigh, his hands find their way around your waist, and he leans back in his chair, staring up at you slightly with an amused glint in his eyes. “alright, i’m willing to listen,” he says, and is immediately enamored by the excited smile and the brightness of your eyes that graces your features after.

“could you,” you start, “bring out the divine dogs?”

“why?” he suspiciously asks, eyes narrowed.

leaning closer to him, eyes darting between his lips and his eyes, you answer, “’cause i wanna play with them. they’re fun.” your eyes finally fix on his narrowed ones, and silently pleading him, until you lean forward and close the gap between you momentarily, pecking his lips ever so lightly. “please,” you whisper, kissing at his lips again.

he never stands a chance against you, always.

indefinitely, he deflates, and nods, to which you squeal in delight at and kiss him fully on the mouth again. your aim is terrible and the kiss is a little rough, your excitement shining through, but he steadies you, kissing you properly, savoring the taste of you for a few moments, before he lets you slide off his lap.

he laughs lightly as you sit expectantly, watching while he clasps his hands together, and as, slowly, the wolves appear. you’re quick to kneel by their sides, urging each of them closer to you as you scratch behind their ears. your voice is pitched higher when you speak and coo at them, and the smile on his face consequently brightens. you’re picture perfect like this, and without a second though, megumi reaches for his phone on his desk, opening the camera app and snapping a few pictures of you.

your laugh can be heard through the frozen image, your eyes shut tightly in glee as one of the wolves licks at your face, the other nuzzling your neck. you’re nearly knocked off balance, but you’re a sight for sore eyes, and megumi then easily decides on a new wallpaper for his phone.

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— I’m going into overtime now.

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roguexmachina · 4 years

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Cuando toda la gente ignora los sentimientos de Yacchan por Toono me da penita 😭

Lo empujan a Tamura y no le dan ni una oportunidad~

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Imagine Levi Confessing his Love for You

A/N: THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT PLEASE READ THE TEXT BELOW BEFORE PROCEEDING THANK YOU :))

HERE IS A TIMELINE / EXPLANATION / BACKGROUND INFORMATION BECAUSE CASE THE TIME SKIPS OF THIS STORY ARE CONFUSING: I’m sorry for that everyone, I know the dates are sloppy and as a whole this fic doesn’t make too much sense; I tried to edit this piece as best I could to make the story as easy to follow as possible, but seeing as I can’t unpublish part 1 or 2, the cleanup still leaves things bit unclear. These imagines were originally chapters of a longer Levi x Reader fic that I decided to discontinue, which is why there are so many loose ends. Here was my original intention for this story, broken down for the few who choose to read the Author’s Notes lol.

We are going to do this in the order of the 3 part fic (I also put attached all the links to the titles)

Part 1: Imagine Relating to Mikasa About Loving Someone in the Military

The scene is set during the events of SEASON 1 of Attack on Titan, BEFORE the Female Titan Arc. (Y/N) was also hand selected by Levi to be part of the original Special Operation Squad; she bit her hand at the dinner table along with Petra, Gunther, Eld, and Oluo to show their dedication and understanding towards Eren wayyy back in the beginning of the series. The Survey Corps is making preparations for their first attempt to go to Shiganshina since the Fall of Wall Maria and not only uncover the mole who killed captive titans Sonny and Bean, but also to get to Eren’s basement.

Part 2: To Love Another

The flashback and opening scene in the beginning of this writing piece (where (Y/N) and Hange are talking to each other) occurs shortly after (Y/N) wakes up in the infirmary room, before anyone breaks the news that she, aside from an injured Levi, is the last surviving member of Squad Levi after Annie killed the others in the Forest of Giant Trees in her female titan form. Hange’s intentions were to bring the (Y/N) and Levi together so they would be able to support each other during this mutual loss. But alas, (Y/N) accepts his rejection and the two suffer the aftermath of this tragic news alone. To read this arc for context/bonus content to get a better understanding of this mini series, see my posts (as a sort of prequel, if you will) Imagine Levi Finding you Injured on an Expedition and Imagine Being the Last Member of Squad Levi To Survive to fill that time gap :)

In real-time, all of Season 2 and Season 3 Part 1 have gone by with limited interaction between (Y/N) and Levi. This part of the story is occurring during Season 3 PART 2, (spoilers) after the Coup D'etat, and after Historia becomes Queen. (Y/N) is no longer an active soldier, having sustained injuries too severe to be reliable in combat. She remains useful to the Corps as a battle strategist, however, which allows her to stay. The Scouting Regiment is currently preparing to go to Eren’s basement in their second attempt, knowing Reiner and Berthold will be waiting for them there.

Part 3: Imagine Levi Confessing his Love for You (YOU ARE HERE)

This part takes place pretty much a week or so after the events of “To Love Another.” It is revealed how much (Y/N) has isolated herself in the months between Parts 1 and 2 from not only Levi, but Hange, the only one besides Mikasa who knew about her feelings for Levi prior to their falling out. (Y/N) confesses her feelings for Levi before the mission to Shiganshina in Season one, and the fic parallels itself and comes full circle once their final interaction occurs before the second and final mission to Shiganshina, for which, (Y/N) is unable to go for her death would be almost certain. She seen to be more valuable inside the walls, where she can carry on the duties of the Survey Corps should the entire regiment collapse during the mission. This is the final part :)

I HOPE THAT CLEARS THINGS UP!

requested by @a-single-uwo @dracq and @little-diva-gurl and a lovely anon who def isn’t the happiest that this took so long. Deepest apologies! Hope this was worth the wait. I also hope this post finds everyone safe and in good health during these crazy times <3

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Dread bottled up in the bottom of your stomach, which threatened to fall down to your knees. Even Hange’s eyes brimmed with concern when she informed you that Levi requested your presence in his office; all of which was out of the blue, uncharacteristic, after months of him being accustomed to giving you your space.

Feigning annoyance, you stared at the soldier dummy two paces ahead, dented heavily with the marks of your punches. The sun was beating down on the early autumn day, and heat waves rose from the ground. It illuminated the glistening perspiration sliding down your figure, torso rising and falling in short breaths of exhaustion.

Hange watched you carefully from a distance. She noticed your tense muscles, clad in a sports bra and boxing shorts; the lack of attire made it impossible to hide the sudden tension and stiffness embedded in your lean muscles, a tell tale sign of distress. As a creature of observation and analytics, the Squad Leader could sense your discomfort as if it was written across your forehead.

The brunette watched you wipe the sweat off your forehead and yell in frustration, turning towards her direction and moving to land a kick at her head.

Unfazed and in possession of sharp reflexes, Hange took a step back, only to watch as you twisted mid-air and landed a 360 Crescent kick to the dummy-shaped bag, which broke open on impact under the force of the blow. Sand poured out of its opening and spilled onto the ground in a steady stream that grew less heavy as the seconds passed.

“I’ll have to admit, you are getting better, but (Y/N), don’t get your hopes up,” Hange cautioned. “The problem does not reside in your muscles. No matter how well you learn to fight like you used to, Annie crushed your ribs and threw you to the ground: it’s your lungs that will never recover. You can’t come with us to Shiganshina tomorrow like this.”

Hunched over with hands on your knees, you regained a regular breathing pattern and began to feel the explosive pain in your chest. Airways blocked, you began coughing, willing the oxygen to enter your body.

“Let me humor myself, Hange-san. If I don’t try, I might go insane.”

It was almost tragic that such a young soldier was out of commission; you were full of promise, rivalling Mikasa in skill. Hange knew you were itching to do what you trained for your whole life: Coming to Shiganshina and putting it all on the line had always been your number one goal. You didn’t want to be left behind again, to die bitter and alone without the only people you cared about.

“Regardless, (Y/N), you’re stalling,” Hange smoothly shifted the topic of conversation back to what brought her to you in the first place. “He still has that power over you, huh?”

“It’ll pass eventually,” you sighed, hoping the words were true.

You bowed towards the tall female. She smiled in return, shaking her head softly.

Whilst pacing away, said person stopped you once more.

“(Y/N). For what it’s worth, I stand by what I said before. Don’t look so nervous, okay?”

Her words replayed in your head, a haunting ghost of the not-so-long ago past. Time was strange, that way. It seemed like everything happened yesterday yet in another lifetime, all at once. “He loves you, more than he’s ever loved anyone. Surely you know that.”

Stupid, you thought, how I might have believed it once.

As you made your way down the hall, numbness crept into your body once again. You were too proud to admit you were afraid, especially with the Section Commander’s radiating sympathy, but everyone knew the once friendly dynamic between you and the Captain transformed into one more distant and cold. With each step towards the door, you felt the icy chill grow and that fact alone shook you to the core.

But it didn’t matter, seeing as Levi was of superior authority. There was no way around it.

Your hand shook as it raised to knock.

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“Name and business,” Levi spoke, voice muffled by the closed door.

“It’s (Y/N), sir. I was hoping to speak with you.”

There was a pause, and in that time you considered the option of fleeing back to your room and retreating back to a life of emotional safety, normality. It wasn’t too late to forget.

It had been a week since you spoke to Mikasa on the rooftop, after realizing the deep shit your heart decided to put you in. You didn’t think Levi would notice the distracted nature of your behavior– tried to make it as subtle as possible whilst you figured out what you felt for him.

But before you could explore other options, Levi muttered a stern “enter.” You knew with the first expedition back to Shiganshina tomorrow, and the prospect of death closer than it has ever been on a mission, it was now or never.

The room was dim, small, warm, and thick with building tension. Shadows danced across the Captain’s face, sharp features lit by an orange flame. Only candlelight, sourced at his desk, assisted your adjusting eyes.

Your nose was hit with the smell of tea and cleaning products upon entry. This fact made you smile despite your bundling nervous energy. It was a familiar place, filled with memories of late night conversations (granted, of mostly you speaking and him listening), witnessed only by the large piles of paperwork. It started here and resulted in a natural, growing fondness kept secret to all except you two and the moon looking in from the window.

This man was your squad leader, your commander, your trusted comrade. There was no need to be afraid– Not unless of course, you held the potential to shatter such damn a delicate relationship.

And you did.

Was it worth it?

Your gaze gravitated towards the center of the room where the Lance Corporal sat. And in that instant, your smile evaporated instantly. He placed his pen down, gracefully resting his cheek on his fist and lazily tossing the raven locks out of his eyes– they landed on you, piercing yet drowsy and indifferent upon first glance. He was beautiful, as always. The allure was nearly sickening; unfair to the rest of the world.

Looking closer, however, he was anything but relaxed. The observant eye could see his countenance stirred something different. He seemed sharp and focused, ready to dart out and wrap himself around your heart, squeezing tighter with every breath you took. And you felt it– the heart palpitations, which got worse at the sight of him.

He seemed… different. Dangerous, like a storm stirring in the distance, and the inevitable downpour that comes with it. The dark circles under his eyes told tales about the insomnia; a fresh cup of caffeinated black tea even rested on his left, steam rising out of it. And whilst attraction was undeniable, your concern always came first.

Levi was never quite good at getting proper rest before a mission.

“(Y/N),” The word was breathy, yet his voice was rough.

You shuffled in your spot, your name on his tongue making your stomach churn with desire.

Levi seemed to pick up on your affliction, getting out of his chair and gliding towards you. Everything happened fast and slow all at once, starting off with a momentaneous rush of air and the collision of your back with the office wall. A small shriek filled the air, out of place against the silence; was that your voice? The pain should’ve been there, but it wasn’t.

Then the seconds dragged out. Levi was a new person, setting your skin aflame as he gripped your wrists and pinned them against the wall. His lips brushed your eartips, which turned red the instant the raven’s breath fanned over them. This normally reserved, disciplined man unleashed something you had never seen before.

“Finally ready to talk to me about why you’ve been acting so strange, brat?” he whispered.

This wasn’t supposed to be so dirty. He was angry, but the mood was established in layers: something more sinister existed beneath.

The scent of fresh pine filled your nostrils until your brain went foggy. Levi was close–so close, and with the fact that you’ve been avoiding him mixed in with the fact that you missed him for it, all bets were off: there was no stopping the words that came out of your mouth next.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” you whispered back, looking him dead in the eyes, no fear this time.

His grip on your wrist slackened.

“Hm?”

You took in a deep breath, ready to leave it all on the line, and spoke.

“I like you a lot, sir. And not in a comradery type of way. I-I just thought I’d tell you before, you know, we leave tomorrow.” Your gaze found the floor again, too timid for your own good. But the statement was said, and it was finite; there was no turning away from it.

The Captain’s eyes went wide and gleamed brightly at you. His chest felt lighter and as he looked down at you in speechless awe, staring at anything but his face in your adorable embarrassment, he realized exactly why your absent look irked him those days ago. Why your lack of enthusiasm and lighthearted-ness gave him a strange sense of frustration.

Levi never felt more awake, more hyper aware of his surroundings.

The feeling of your chest pressed against him, the heat of those rosy cheeks, the pounding within his ribcage, the moon hitting your pretty face. With your figure in his arms, after the blissful seconds passed, everything felt, for once, okay.

Until it wasn’t.

Gaining the courage to look back up at him, you all but tore apart at the scowl on his face as demons flitted through his beautiful brain and polluted the image of happiness. Levi grew more indignant by the second, all but throwing your arms he held back at your sides like they were poison to the touch.

Tears pooled in your eyes as the soft expression you didn’t get to see turned sour, disgusted– the Captain’s lips curling into a snarl as he imagined what he could lose if he opened up his heart for this girl in front of him to take. The risk and pain of falling for someone, in the world the two of you lived in. And all the stoic man could think was how he allowed this charade to come so far.

No, he wouldn’t allow it.

“Get out, (L/N)” he commanded, harsh and unforgiving.

You were trembling, body feeling detached from reality as it moved, convincing itself that it was simply a nightmare. Levi’s cruel demeanor all but shattered you as you looked wide-eyed and his anger grew, the short man pacing behind his desk and bringing a hand over his face. His free one crumpled into a fist, knuckles turning white as he slammed it on the wood, the loud bang making you jump; the fear, grief, confusion coming all at once until it choked you and your vision spotted black.

“I said GET OUT!”

The room stilled and Levi looked up to face you cowering near the door, a single tear rolling down your cheek. He stilled at the sight, the weight of his words dawning upon him.

“I-I’m sorry,” you gasped before racing out of the room.

Had you looked back, you would’ve seen Levi’s outstretched hand betraying his body, desperately reaching out for you, gray eyes filled with pain.

But you knew now you’d never be dumb enough to spare him that second glance– and maybe that was the right call, seeing as his feet moved in the direction you left, only to shut the door left askew in your wake.

~~~

The Captain’s gaze was on you more than necessary, but it was clear the two of you had the same thought: You focused everything into this discussion, melting into the emotionally-detached soldier your duty commanded, just like Levi did. His words had no ulterior motive, no deeper meaning. They were monotonous and empty.

Or so you thought.

Levi stood up the second you came in, but your gaze fell to the ground in submission.

“Hange said you needed to see me, Captain?” your voice was small and weak; you kicked yourself for it. How pathetic.

“Damn you…”

The man said nothing more, brushing his fingers along your cheekbones and you everything hit you like whiplash, the memories. Levi ran them along your face, down to your chin to lift it gently, so that for once you’d let your eyes meet instead of looking at the ground like a coward.

When they did the man’s breath hitched in his throat, because although your (eye color) orbs were no longer as vibrant, they were still beautiful and entrancing; why hadn’t he ever appreciated them before?

“I missed you, brat,” he spoke firmly.

You felt a churn in your abdomen as you watched his eyes study the details of your face and take in every feature, committing it to memory painfully slow. You were paralyzed, his face inches away from yours and forcing buried emotions to resurface as months of restraint came undone. He didn’t speak, holding you delicately after not being this close for far too long and discerning what he’s been missing.

“Um, Captain? What are you…?“

You bit your lip, feeling puzzled and confused as you remembered the hate in Levi’s orbs the last time you saw him like this.

All you could see now was how quickly his emotions shifted from serenity to fury that fateful night, and as you recollected the way Levi lashed out, all chaos and fury, he retracted his hand.

And you flinched away.

The Captain froze.

“Don’t– don’t fucking do that,” he growled, his urgency startling. “I would never hurt you, (Y/N).”

Your eyebrows furrowed, all inhibition thrown out the window the second Levi’s countenance flashed with hurt at your response to his touch. You let your fear go and emotions free at the irony of the raven’s statement. Your mind went into overdrive, recounting every instance you wanted to give up and leave, drown in yourself, give up on finding purpose in the aftermath of rejection and Squad Levi’s death and your permanent injury changing your way of life. Things you faced alone, because instead of rekindling any semblance of a relationship, Levi tossed everything away and berated you for feeling.

The man who resided here cut your heart expertisely like the countless swords he wielded then disposed. He did not have the right to look at you so kindly; did not have to right to fan the flames of false hope. But here he was, procrastinating until the very last day to take initiative regarding those actions.

“Why are you doing this?” you whispered, forgetting your composure.

“I’d advise you not to speak in riddles,” Levi spoke in a low and even voice, no real malice as he addressed you and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You took a deep breath and fought to remain calm, grabbing Levi’s wrist to keep him from touching you.

“Please don’t toy with me, or mock my feelings like this. Why did you call me here? You made it plenty clear how you feel about me, Levi. What else is there to say?” you begged, the lack of closure driving you insane.

This was the first time you used his name, an unprecedented amount of spite and pain expressed through it, because you wanted Levi to remember this moment. It was over: that time of feeling sorry and ashamed of yourself for being nothing other than human. The remorse was gone, and the heartache was fleeting.

“Tell me, dammit!”

His was overflowing.

“You want to know how I really feel about you, (Y/N)!?” the Captain shouted, voice rising because for a man who relied on impulse and action on the battlefield it was fucking frustrating, watching the woman in front of him live this way for the simple reason that he was not good with words. “The thoughts that go through my head when you can’t even bear to look at me?!”

“No, that’s not what I asked. I already know that you don’t–”

“–Fuck this.”

Relying on instinct to guide him, Levi leaned forward and kissed you.

The second his lips met yours, you melted on the spot, knees giving out beneath you. Tongue sliding into your mouth, Levi simultaneously lifted you into the air, feeling lightheaded as you moaned into him, eagerly returning the kiss. His hands were everywhere, grasping at your waist, clutching the back of your head, running down your thighs. You were in such a state of euphoria that nothing else existed.

Your own digits threaded through Levi’s raven locks and pulled needily, emitting a growl from his throat as he bit down on your lower lip. He reveled in the feeling of your legs around his waist as your soft lips worked against his own, hungry and relentless. The kiss was passionate and you’d imagined it a million times over, but this– Levi successfully ruined you for any other man.

The need for oxygen pulled you apart, Levi’s strong arms keeping you in the air as his eyes remained shut; he pecked your lips once, then twice, savoring the moment until it mournfully passed.

He was hesitant to break the silence, but you deserved it. You waited long enough to hear the truth, and he knew his time was running out; you weren’t going to wait for him forever.

“(Y/N)…” he began to speak, forehead resting on yours as he panted softly to catch his breath. “I dreamt of you last night. I have been for days.”

“Levi–”

“–Just listen,” he interrupted, unable to stop himself from kissing you softly once more. “Neither of us are running away this time.”

You fell silent as the man let you down, pulling you into his solid chest as you buried your face in his shirt, patiently listening. His calm heartbeat thrummed soothingly in your ears like a metronome.

“Isabel, Farlan, Oluo, Petra, Gunther, Eld. They all knew that what they meant to me. And I them.“

One of the only things that made it easier to say goodbye, you thought with a bittersweet pang in your chest.

"With us, it’s different. I died in every dream, (Y/N). Every one. And in every single one, you lived on believing I never loved you. Call me selfish, but I…”

You pulled away from the stoic man, searching his gaze as he trailed off. Shyly, you interlaced your fingers, his larger hand enveloping yours and you prayed to whoever was listening upstairs that all of this was real.

“I just can’t leave until you understand.”

~~~ Extended Ending ~~~

A soft hum filled the air, the tune dreamy and sweet as you repeated the melody once again. You smiled warmly as hands wound around your waist, pulling you closer to a toned and shirtless Captain Levi, silken sheets tossed haphazardly on top of the two of you. His breath sent goosebumps on your neck as he kissed your shoulder gently, warmth deliciously intoxicating.

Giggling now, you turned around to face him, the man’s onyx hair ticking you softly. You captured your lips in his with one smooth movement and snuggled closer, taking in the small slice of heaven that was home in his arms, legs tangled together. Feeling unbelievably content, like your heart might burst, you leaned forward and rubbed your nose against Levi’s.

Although he wasn’t smiling, the look he was giving you revealed his own sensation of happiness.

“I never thought you’d be the cuddling type,” you remarked devilishly, scrunching up your nose as you teased him.

Though your tone was lighthearted, you were painfully aware that the moment was ending. You internally cursed the sun as it started to set, orange light peeking in through the window shades to signal the coming of night. Levi said nothing, looking deeply into your eyes, and like always, it felt as if he could read the contents of your soul.

But it wasn’t vulnerability you felt: on the contrary, you knew you would never find as safe a place as here. With him. Finally.

“Levi…” you swallowed, humor all but gone. “Now you have to come home.”

To emphasize your point you sat up on the bed, legs tucked neatly underneath you as you stared imperatively at your lover.

“Mhm. We’ve wasted enough time,” he agreed, taking you by the wrist to pull you back on top of him, to bask in this personal paradise if only for another minute.

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Imagine Relating to Mikasa about Loving someone in the Military

Your aura was serene as you looked out into the secluded area of the camp, the small lake in front of you glistening in the sunlight. Surrounded by trees and foliage that became sparse around a glade above, it was a final destination to a well-hidden trail that weaved through the small forest. Overgrown grass gave hint to the passage of time and trivial importance of the path.

Birdsong echoed from the branches above, filling the early morning silence. You sat on the rooftop of an old servant’s quarter cabin, a perfect view of the training grounds on your right. The sun was just beginning to rise, lighting everything with a dull yet fiery orange color.

Privacy, you found, didn’t help to ease your heartache.

A quiet zipping sound signaled the end of the period of solitude, footsteps bouncing off the wood growing closer.

“I didn’t think anyone else came up here,” a firm voice said, an underlying tone of reservation within it. You turned around, lips tugged upward to give you a friendly appearance.

“It’s a hidden treasure, isn’t it?” you conversed kindly. “Would be a shame if it could only be appreciated by one person.” There was an air of hesitation in the other female, and you turned back towards the view of the other soldiers littered amongst the clearing.

“Don’t leave on my account, Mikasa. I don’t bite.”

Crossing your legs, you smiled as Mikasa took a seat next to you. Her grey eyes appeared troubled, and you followed the trail of her fixed look.

Eren.

You had been told about the powerful young Ackerman’s unmitigated loyalty towards her adoptive brother. Saw the same wistful look she believed she hid so well inside yourself, engraved within those telling irises. Sighing in understanding, you stole a glimpse at her pensive expression.

“I know exactly how that feels,” you sympathized, burning with shame. “At this point it’s useless to try and deny it.”

“Pardon?” Mikasa asked curtly, growing dishevelled. Although, she knew exactly what you were talking about. It was made obvious by the straightening of her spine and clenching of her fists.

“You have it better than most, believe it or not.”

She was quiet for a moment.

“Right,” she said finally, snorting sarcastically.

You could tell she was getting defensive. Trying to rectify the situation, you inspected at the self-given bite mark scar on your hand, a painting on your skin representing a bond of trust that connected Squad Levi to Eren, holding it out for Mikasa to see. Her eyes widened a fraction.

“It’s in everyone here’s best interest to protect Eren, even at the cost of our lives. Heck, to someone with half a brain, that’s a small sacrifice,” you explained softly, running a finger over your reddened flesh. “You don’t have to question our motives or intentions. Eren is humanity’s best hope, without question, and we will all do everything we can to ensure he is alive to succeed. It doesn’t matter whether we have an emotional attachment to him or not. You have a whole regiment looking out for Eren simply because everyone wants a future.”

Mikasa absorbed this information, letting it sink in. Yet it seemed to do little to comfort her. She stared at her scarf, bringing a hand to touch the soft material. With indignancy, the young woman buried her pale face in the fabric.

“What makes you think you understand?” she shot, tugging it down suddenly in an act of discontentment.

As if it were second nature, you looked away with meaningful intent, finding Levi amongst the crowd down below. Mikasa raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing carefully on where your own gaze fell. She seemed surprised, but was catching on quickly. You didn’t have to say anything for her to comprehend.

“I know you have your own reason for being here, which certainly doesn’t involve titans or humankind,” you spoke, biting back a bitter laugh. “But rather, something… someone in between. Just don’t invest everything in what your heart wants. Not in a world where pure things are so easily taken away.”

You paused, focus narrowing on Levi. His lips moved quickly as he gave orders, perspiration sliding down his temples. His cleaning handkerchief was tied around his neck and he sported a matching one over his hair, broom in one hand. Heartbreak pierced like a thorn in your chest at the sight.

“Because if you do,” you whispered, focus directed at your lap now as cold numbness set in place, “you only ever get hurt in the end.”

When your eyes flickered upwards once again, Levi was staring right back.

~~~~~~~

“Out of all the people, in all the infinite realities…”

The look of hopelessness brimming in your eyes was an odd sight for Levi to see. Normally, you were an open book. A ray of optimism. Something he pointed out on numerous occasions had the potential to be your downfall; but now that he lost the ability to read those telling countenances, the man didn’t like it.

You were acting weird.

“…why does it have to be me and Captain Levi?”

Well, weirder than usual, at least.

“(Y/N).”

The beckoning of a superior normally caught anyone’s attention, but even that didn’t shake you out of a daze.

You had been staring off into space for a solid five minutes, leaving the room the captain assigned you to clean subpar in his eyes. Levi pinched the bridge of his nose, repeating your name with more exasperation in his tone. Yet you remained, just as before, unresponsive.

Rolling his eyes, the raven swept your legs out from under you without a second thought, deciding that he didn’t quite like this unlively version of you.

There was barely enough time to muster a shriek of surprise in response, but one reflexively slipped out of your mouth as you tumbled to the ground, butt first. You looked at the raven in disbelief, and he prepared himself for a slew of insults to fill the air. He thought his mere presence would set you off edge. Start an onslaught of witty banter like it usually did.

Yet it never came. You schooled your features, silently standing up to grab the broom that had fell along with you.

“Sorry, Captain,” you muttered, resuming to sweep the floor.

“I was too busy thinking about what I’d do if ever I lost you,” your heart begged you to confess. “Too busy figuring out what it is you mean to me.”

The Captain “tch’ed” and looked away, finding himself to be unsatisfied with this reaction. Instead of saying what he should have, though, which was something along the lines of “can you please just talk to me, (Y/N)?”, he tightly gripped your chin to meet his eye, simply responding with:

“That’s five minutes off your lunch break, brat.”

He expected a word of protest from that, for certain. He was counting on it. Something, anything to get you to speak, considering it had been two days without much of it. But when even that was ineffective in getting a rise out of you, Humanity’s Strongest exhaled in frustration as he harshly let you go and walked away, leaving you to your work with a surprising amount of dissatisfaction manifesting in his gut.

What was going on in that head of yours? More importantly, though,

What was going on in his?

You loved each other. It was merely a question of who would be the first to accept that fact.

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