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fandoms-are-my-friends-1321 · 1 year

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Fighting Words

After recently finishing Attack on Titan, I’ve finally completed my first fanfic for the fandom! Of course I had to start with my favorite character, Levi Ackerman. It might not be the best, but it was still fun to write. As always gif and characters are not mine, and I hope you all enjoy!

Summary: Y/N L/N, a newer member of the cadets, believes that they can take Levi Ackerman in a fight. Having despised them for so long, Levi finally decides to take them up on their challenge

Warnings: Mentions of sparring, one curse word, suggestive positions, otherwise none. If I miss something, please let me know!

Y/N sat in the mess hall of the Scout Regiment’s barracks, savoring the vegetable stew that the cooks served from the kitchen. The new recruits would be coming in today for training, and Erwin gave Y/N the task of watching over their progress. They weren’t thrilled about the job, but with the rise in titan attacks, the Scouts would need to boost their numbers. Sasha, Jean, and Connie joined Y/N after grabbing their own lunches. Jean joyfully hit Y/N’s shoulder with his free hand.

“Promise me you won’t go too hard on the new recruits today? After seeing you during our training, I’m not sure they’ll make it out alive to kill any titans.” Jean and Connie laughed as Y/N also began to smile. No one could beat Y/N in a fight during training, not even Annie or Reiner, and their combat abilities earned them praise from members of the higher command.

All except Captain Levi.

Y/N never understood why Levi hated them more than the others, but their own animosity towards the Captain grew as time went on. Even now as Levi leaned against the entryway to the mess hall, he glared daggers at Y/N. “Oh please, Jean, why beat up the cadets when there are more challenging opponents to face,” Y/N said with a shrug.

“You're seriously not thinking about challenging Levi again, are you?” Sasha asked through a mouthful of bread.

“Perhaps, but I believe the only reason why he hasn’t accepted my offer is the fact that he knows he’ll lose. I beat Erwin no sweat, and Hange too might I add, so fighting Levi would be a breeze.”

“What did you say, brat?”

All of them froze as Y/N looked over their shoulder and saw Levi standing behind them with his arms crossed. His storm colored eyes showed no emotion as he stepped forward and let his arms drop to his sides. “Do you mind repeating what you said? In fact-” Levi's voice raised to a dominating pitch as he addressed the whole mess hall, instantly gaining everyone’s attention. “Maybe you should tell your fellow comrades your idiotic statement!”

Y/N growled as they launched up from the wooden table. Y/N clenched their fists as they shouted at the captain. “I said that you are too much of a coward to accept my challenge for a sparring match because you know deep down that you’ll lose! Then everyone would see that the great Captain Levi is nothing but a whimpering pup!”

The room fell into an eerie silence apart from a few stray gasps. Levi’s facial expressions remained the same, but his eyes burned with rage and something else that Y/N couldn’t figure out. “Oh no, Y/N is in big trouble, now,” Armin whispered to Eren and Mikasa, who were sitting at the table catty corner to the one Y/N sat at before. Levi calmly moved the last few steps towards Y/N. He reached up, grabbing their jaw between his thumb and other fingers. His firm grip kept them from moving their head. Y/N could feel Levi’s warm breath as he leaned down towards their ear. “The only reason why I’m accepting your challenge now is to put you in your place, Private L/N. These weaklings might not be able to knock some sense into you, but I will break you in a heartbeat.”

Levi quickly pulled back with a scoff before exiting the mess hall, but as he turned away from them, Y/N swore that his cheeks were more red than usual. They thought that their comment must have hit a nerve, one that caused Levi to flush in his attempt to keep his frustration from being shown.

The afternoon sun beat down on the new cadets as they fought in pairs with their practice rifles, and Y/N could feel their own sweat dripping down their forehead and back. The second that the training sessions were done for the day, Y/N planned to lay in their cool room and sleep as long as they could. Not to mention seclusion would provide an escape from Levi’s inevitable pettiness. As if he heard their thoughts, Levi nonchalantly approached Y/N and tossed a wooden practice gun onto the ground in front of them.

“Well, you want to fight me, L/N, then pick up the damn gun.” Levi asserted. Y/N wondered how Levi managed to remain unbothered by the heat, as if his cool yet aggressive attitude manifested across his entire body. As for Y/N, they refused to bow down to Levi a second more. If it took fighting the world’s strongest soldier to prove themselves to him and the rest of the Scouts, then so be it. Y/N grabbed the practice gun, the chipped wood planting a few splinters into their palms. They stood in a fighting stance as they glared at the dark haired captain. “Bring it, Ackerman.”

Levi scowled as he dashed towards Y/N, raising his own practice gun above his head and bringing it down with great force. Y/N blocked the shot with their own weapon, but Levi did not let up after the first blow. The sound of wood colliding echoed through the training yard as Levi swung repeatedly at Y/N, refusing to let this low ranking scout make a fool out of him. Despite the brutal assault, Y/N kept their guard up, and they managed to lay a few offensive blows against their opponent. However, Y/N took one step too far to the right, and Levi seized the chance to swiftly kick Y/N’s legs out from under them.

Y/N felt the wind leave their lungs as their body came into contact with the hard, dry dirt below them. Levi straddled Y/N’s body as he maneuvered to a position where he could press the practice gun against their throat. Y/N’s gun prevented him from ending the fight. Levi had to admit that Y/N showed great stamina for a recent graduate, and from this angle he noticed the determination that pooled in their E/C eyes. The sight made his heart beat faster, but Levi blamed it on the adrenaline powering his fighting instincts.

“Just give up now, brat,” Levi snarled, his face inches from Y/N’s. “For weeks I have put up with your bragging, and yet you have nothing to show for it. You’re pathetic.”

“Pathetic? Give me a break! I have fought through hell to become the fighter I am, and I refuse to tolerate insults from an egotistical jerk like you!” Y/N shifted their pinned body to the side, causing Levi to fall forward slightly, giving them just enough time to raise their legs to their chest and shove both feet into Levi’s stomach. He fell over with a groan, and Y/N batted Levi’s practice gun away from him while the pain in his gut worked as a distraction. Y/N used one hand to snatch Levi’s wrists and pin them above his head while the other hand rammed the practice gun against the skin of Levi’s throat. Clearly, the victory belonged to Y/N, but upon realizing the position they were in, they clamored to their feet. Y/N offered a hand to Levi, but he swatted their hand away as he rose from the ground.

“Tch, that last move was a cheap one, Y/N. Hope you feel satisfied with a win based on pure luck.” Levi marched away as relaxed as he had been before the sparring took place. The new cadets crowded around Y/N and showered them with praise, but they took Levi’s blunt statement to heart.

After the sun disappeared below the horizon and filled the sky with a dark abyss flowing with a chilly breeze, Y/N made their way to Levi’s office. They concluded that he would still be working on paperwork, and the lantern beaming through the window informed Y/N that they were correct. Y/N entered the building reserved only for the captains and knocked on Levi’s door.

“Come in, the door’s unlocked.” Levi stated, his stern vocals carrying through the door. Y/N stepped into the room, and Levi only glanced at them before returning his focus to the endless amount of paperwork still piled on his desk. His grip on his pen tightened as his silver eyes conveyed blank emptiness.

Y/N stopped in front of the desk and saluted Levi. “Captain, I apologize for coming at such a late hour-”

“Stop it. I don’t have time to listen to your half ass excuse for an apology. Leave and go back to the barracks. That’s an order.” Levi clenched his jaw as he scribbled his signature at the bottom of the paper. He moved that one to the side and read through the next paper in the stack. No one, not since Erwin, ever came close to beating Levi in a fight, but Y/N fought him with such grace. He hoped that sitting down to finish paperwork would distract his mind for a while, but Y/N never left his thoughts. He hated their guts, or did he just hate the idea that he didn’t have the guts to talk with them one on one before now?

“What you said to me after the fight today is the truth. I may have won, but it doesn’t feel like a victory to me, so I won’t waste anymore of your time.” Y/N’s confession made Levi raise his head, his eyes softened slightly as he watched them turn back towards the door. Part of him wanted to let Y/N leave, and maybe then the feelings that clouded his judgment any time they were around would disappear too, but his heart won against his logic. Levi rounded his desk and grabbed Y/N’s wrist, his touch lighter than the blows he threw at them earlier.

“I admit, I said that out of anger. You truly are an incredible fighter Y/N, but there are still some things that even you could improve on. Meet me in the lieutenant courtyard at four tomorrow, and I will personally train you myself.” The excited smile that spread across Y/N’s face made Levi’s heart swell with joy.

“Wow, are you sure you don’t have a concussion, Captain Levi? You just offered to train the person that you’ve hated for months now.” Y/N giggled as they raised their arm to jokingly punch Levi, but he caught their fist in his own calloused hand. It was Levi’s turn to smile, something that Y/N never thought they would see.

“I did hate you, but not because of your fighting skills. The truth is, you are the only person who makes me feel vulnerable.”

“Wow, wait till Erwin hears that Levi himself said that I am his sole weakness! I bet Hange will get a kick out of-”

Levi silenced Y/N’s rambling by pressing his lips quickly to theirs. The kiss startled Y/N, but they soon relaxed as Levi placed a hand on their waist and pulled them in closer. When Levi pulled away, his facial expressions turned back to annoyance, but this time his eyes were not angry. They were filled with admiration and amusement.

“You best keep that kiss between us, brat, or you’ll be running more laps than you can count.”

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the-traveling-poet · 6 months

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Hello, can I request Captain Levi x cadet reader enemies to lovers where Levi takes care of a sick reader please? Thanks 👍

Migraines

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At first, it was all fun and games; He’d piss you off, and you’d piss him off. It was a never ending competition of hatred that neither of you knew how had even started.

All you knew for certain was his gloomy demeanor really set you off, just as your overly confident personality really riled him up.

But when you suddenly stopped trying to get under his skin and kept to yourself, Levi felt the unfortunate need to find out why.

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Pairings: Levi x Captain!Reader

Warnings: Language, bullying

SFW, enemies-to-lovers

Taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe

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A/N: You got it lovely! Pls this request was such a fun write. Sorry for the long wait! Also I made reader a Captain just to make it flow a little easier? Hopefully it did?

As always, if something doesn’t match up to your preferences, I’ll happily re-write.

🤎Enjoy~

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“And that concludes today’s meeting. The next expedition is a go.”

Erwin wrapped up the weekly meeting with a confident smile; one you couldn’t help but grin along to.

“Excellent plan, Commander,” you grinned, shooting a fleeting look over to the man on the other side of the table from you triumphantly.

Levi rolled his eyes. He was always in agreement with Erwin’s plans; except for when you so full heartedly accepted them.

“Course you’re in favor, L/N. Leading a team is all you ever wish to accomplish in this line of duty.”

“Oh c’mon shorty; everyone deserves to be apart of something here.” you retorted with a chuckle, leaning back in your chair and folding your arms across your chest.

“Oh for wall’s sake,” Erwin whispered to himself in exasperation, running a hand down his brow. It was always a competition between his top two soldiers, no matter what the task at hand might be.

“As I previously stated; Captain Y/N will be holding down the left flank, and Corporal Levi will lead the Special Operations Squad along the right flank. You’ll both regroup at the head of the formation; there is no competition to be had here.”

Scoffing under his breath, Levi turned his head away. “Of course not. There never is any competition to be had.”

“Why you little-“ You rose from your seat and leaned across the table towards Levi, but the warning look flashing through Erwin’s eyes made you freeze and sigh in defeat. Standing back up straight, you made a show of smoothing our your outfit and hair, then smiled.

“Of course, sir. I won’t let you down.”

With that, you spun on your heel and exited the room alongside your fellow Captains.

Levi grumbled under his breath as he stood and pushed his chair back, shooting a glare to the back of your head. Seeing this, Erwin approached him and placed a hand on the shorter man’s shoulder.

“At least try to get along? I’ll speak with them as well, as this would be a two sided agreement, but please; try and cooperate with them for prep training and the expedition?”

Scoffing, Levi looked up and met his eye. “I’ll behave if they do. Besides, I don’t instigate.”

“Of course you don’t,” Erwin sighed, removing his hand. “You two might just get along, if you tried to.”

“Doubt it, eyebrows.”

Shrugging his shoulders to adjust his jacket more comfortably, Levi marched out of the room, leaving Erwin to softly smirk to himself as he watched Levi approach the Captain out in the hall.

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“Oi, L/N.”

You halted in your tracks and turned your gaze over your shoulder, only to see Levi leaving the meeting room with a deep scowl. Biting back a grin, you turned to fully face him and raised a brow.

“Yes, short stack?”

Levi grit his teeth and furrowed his brow, coming to a stop only a few paces away from you.

“Don’t forget prep training tomorrow afternoon. I won’t tolerate having to wait on your lazy ass frolicking around HQ when we have duties to attend to.”

“Oh, I’ll be there, don’t worry too much,” you reassured him mockingly. “I wouldn’t want to keep you waiting on me too long.”

Levi was silent for a moment, carefully evaluating your features and tone before responding.

“Whatever that’s supposed to mean, don’t let it make you late. Again.”

“I think you know what it means, but fine,” you smiled, reaching over to ruffle his hair in the way you knew he absolutely loathed.

“See you tomorrow. Oh, and do try and keep up on the expedition. It’d be a shame to have you not meet up in formation with the rest of the squad cause your short legs wouldn’t carry you fast enough.”

“Same to you, shit stain. Try not to miss the fifteen meter titans standing right in front of your blind eyes.” Levi growled out, his eyes sharp with hatred.

“If I can spot you in a crowd, no one has to worry about my ‘poor eyesight’. You don’t exactly stand out.” You scoffed over your shoulder, turning away to continue down the hall.

Left standing alone in the hall, Levi sighed. Just how the hell did Erwin expect him to get along with you?

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By the time lunch was served and devoured in the mess hall the following day, Levi still hadn’t spotted you anywhere. For half the day, this pleased him; one less annoying brat to deal with. In his books, the most annoying brat.

But when he stood out on the training fields and saw your entire squad without their Captain present, he became annoyed.

As much as he hated it, as Captain, it was his duty to ensure everyone was accounted for for their prep training. Pinching his brow, he barked out a command to the cadets before him before storming off.

“Seems someone decided to skip out on mandatory training. Stay put while I drag their sorry ass out here.”

With that he was gone, fists and jaw clenched as he thought of all the places you might be hiding.

The stables? Absent. The mess hall? Only the cleaning crew occupied the space. Erwin’s office? Empty but for the very man sat at his desk.

With a brow raised in surprise, the Commander greeted him.

“What brings you to my office, Levi? Aren’t you all preparing for prep training?”

“We were, till someone decided to go missing.” Levi scoffed, arms folded over his chest.

“Captain Y/N?” Erwin assumed, taking a stand from his chair and turning to the office’s large windows.

“Come to think of it, I haven’t seen them all day. Hange even made a remark about their absence.”

“Surprised shitty-glasses even noticed something non-titan related.” Levi huffed, following his Commander’s gaze.

“Y/N is scarcely tardy…” The Commander trailed off in thought, his brow pinched in concern.

“I’ve already checked the stables. And the mess hall.” Levi uncrossed his arms and stared curiously out the window. Why was he suddenly feeling a spark of concern as well? It’s not like he actually cared if you showed up or not…Right?

“Have you tried their room?” Erwin’s sudden question brought him out of his thoughts.

“…No,” Levi admitted, furrowing his brow. “Why the hell would I ever go there?”

“Well other than the obvious that they might be there, I’d only suppose it would be because you’d care to check up on them?”

Levi let that sink in a moment, then scoffed in irritation. “Fine, I’ll check for them there. But only because you ordered this damned prep training.”

“Thank you, Levi. You’d better go check soon.” Erwin hid his smile by turning back to his desk and taking a seat.

“It’s good to see you care about them.”

“I don’t.” Levi sighed as he made haste towards the door, racing out and down the hall.

For a moment he wondered where your room might have been. Through which of these winding halls did your door reside?

Stopping in his tracks, he found himself before one of the many oak doors lining the Captain’s hall. He knew this was your door, but how? Surely, he thought, he hadn’t accidentally memorized where you stayed?

Snorting a sigh, he raised a hand and hesitantly knocked. Silence met his gesture, so he tried again. And again. Feeling beyond frustrated, he finally spoke up.

“Oi, brat. You in there?”

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Removing the covers from your head, you squinted your eyes open with a groan. Even with the curtains drawn shut, your room was still too bright.

You’d known you hadn’t felt the best during the meeting yesterday, but had only shrugged it off to be your annoyance towards the day. But to have woken up the next morning with a migraine and a fever, you figured you were in for one hell of a day.

Breakfast hadn’t gone over well. In fact you’d hardly gotten a few bites down before you stumbled back to your room to collapse in a sweaty heap on the rickety mattress. For an hour you convinced yourself a little rest would enable you to keep going, but every time you stood up the room would spin and your stomach would churn. Eventually you’d given up and resigned yourself to the dark room, wondering when you’d get yelled at for lack of attendance.

Now, it seems the time had come.

Rubbing at your eyes, you propped yourself up on an elbow and glared at the door.

“The hell you want short shit?” You rasped out in a hoarse and stuffy voice. Silence met your response, then you could hear the faint sound of your door handle rattling. With a final click, your door swung open and bounced off its hinges. Glaring at light that shone in, you groaned and fell back against the bed.

Of course it was him.

But…hadn’t he been the first person to race into your mind the moment someone came to check on you?

Levi slowly walked in, narrowed eyes analyzing the state you were currently in. Messy hair, red nose, pale skin, squinted eyes, tense shoulders.

He huffed, standing in the center of the room with crossed arms.

“You look like shit.”

“Thanks. Thought I’d take a leaf outta your gloomy book.”

You two glared at each other, silent and unmoving. Finally it became too annoying for you to keep quiet anymore. Clearing your throat, you spoke.

“So? Why are you here?”

“Cause you aren’t out for prep training,” he responded dully.

“You do this for all the female Captains? They don’t show up so you break into their rooms to watch them sleep?” You snorted, sitting up straight finally.

“Nope, just you. So far you’re the only dumbass Captain I have to track down and check on.” Levi uncrossed his arms and let them hang at his sides as he looked you over once more.

“Awe, you do care-“ a series of deep coughs racked your body, causing Levi to take a step back.

“You should be in the infirmary, being this sick. And for the record, I don’t care. I have orders, same as you.” He huffed, turning his gaze away from your disheveled form to the covered windows lining your room.

“And I’m sure those orders consisted of you breaking and entering?” You raised an unnamed brow, then sighed.

“I tried getting up, tried eating, tried forcing myself to work…Didn’t happen. Head cold and migraine.” You explained up briskly.

“I gathered as much…” Levi’s voice trailed off as he returned his gaze to you. For the first time, you saw something other than annoyance in his eyes when he looked at you now.

Pity? Concern? You couldn’t quite tell, but the new look in his eyes relaxed the tension in your shoulders.

“If you won’t go to the infirmary, then I guess you need someone to look after your sweaty ass.” Levi continued, though his tone carried a silent question rather than the usual authoritative tone he always used with you.

Surprised, you couldn’t do anything but nod along in agreement.

“I suppose I could use some help getting more meds…I was only able to find enough for one dose earlier.”

“I keep extras in my office.” Levi was quick to respond, then seemed to realize his slip in character and furrowed his brow.

“ ‘Suppose I could grab them for you, but just so we’re clear I’m only doing this to get you back to your duties. It’s pathetic you can’t even manage this much on your own.”

Despite the throbbing ache in your head, you grinned sluggishly. “That’s rich, coming from the guy who rushed in here to offer me help in the first place.”

“I didn’t-“ He sighed, unable to come up with anything to dispute your claim. It was true, after all. “Just shut up. You’re giving me a migraine.”

With that he spun on his heel and left the room, not bothering to close the door after himself.

“Prick,” you mumbled, turning over in the bed to get comfortable again. Through your annoyance, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

True, you were always at one another’s throats. It was an aggravatingly amusing way to pass the time most days. But that look in his eye…It was stuck in your mind, playing over and over again in a loop. Why? You couldn’t be sure.

But the moment he returned with a glass of water and a roll of bread to accompany the bottles of medication in his arms, you realized you might just like this side of Levi better.

Through his glair, you could detect the tiniest hint of satisfaction in his eyes when you finally gave him a genuine smile.

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endlesspillowtalk · 17 days

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i'd love a levi x reader fic set in canonverse where reader is not just a cadet but someone that has as much authority as levi, or even better, where she has a higher rank, idk, the background of their interactions would be something interesting to see & it'd be so cool to explore another dynamic between levi and reader than just "captain levi x cadet reader" "subordinate and superior fall for each other" "complicated relationship/forbidden love between captain and cadet" typa thing..

idk just wanted to put this idea out there if someone would like to consider it and get inspired and do god's work because i can't write to save my life 😭

#like i can sense a fic with this concept would lead to a good enemies to lovers slow burn and i would eat that shit up #because i can imagine scenarios where reader and levi would disagree in decisions making and the tension would be top tier #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi aot #levi smut

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chaotic-on-main · 5 months

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I Hate You I Love You

Levi Ackerman was the most annoying man you've ever met in your life. In hindsight, a lot of that frustration came from misunderstanding and had you taken a moment to think past the first impression, you probably wouldn't have hated him as much as you did. His cold and callous personality was off-putting, and not something you wanted in your life. But life had other plans as it seemed to always push you two together and you would never admit there was something alluring about him that you didn't want to stay away from. Somewhere along the way, he had actually grown fond of you too, but he'd rather die than believe it. Months and months of back and forth, hand brushing, cutting insults and sneering glances. But it only took a few minutes of typical arguing in a dark room before his lips crashed onto yours. You're mad at your body for betraying you but that fleeting thought disappears as clothes are being ripped off and whispered "I hate you"s echo off the walls. Levi angered you so much because of how much you fell for him.

#sorry i couldn't resist but make my own #sky's moodboards #levi ackerman #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #x reader #suggestive #mdni #enemies to lovers #levi headcanons #levi ackerman headcanons #levi ackerman hcs

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violentvaleska · 5 months

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𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏᴇᴀʀ 847. ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡᴀs sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ; ɢᴀɪɴ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀs ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴇʀʀɪᴛᴏʀʏ ᴀs ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ, ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴅɪʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴊᴜʀɪᴇs. ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ʟᴏsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ ɪᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴇɴᴠɪʀᴏɴᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴇsᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʀᴜᴅᴇ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sϙᴜᴇᴇᴢᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs: ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ғᴏᴜʀ ғɪᴠᴇ sɪx sᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ɴɪɴᴇ ᴛᴇɴ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ ғᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ ғɪғᴛᴇᴇɴ sɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇ

ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs ғᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɪᴛ <3

#levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x female reader #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #potential spoilers #enemies to lovers #fanfiction #aot fanfiction #levi fanfiction

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astridthevalkyrie · 2 months

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florist!levi's biggest secret is he's allergic to certain flowers, and so always keeps allergy meds on him/takes them before work (it's not a life threatening allergy). prior to your relationship, you, ofc, don't know about said allergies and innocently get him a bouquet made of certain flowers he's allergic to. what's worse is you give it to him at a time when he doesn't see the need to take allergy meds (e.g. not at work). and that's the story of how you became an enemy of florist levi lol.

he hates you. legit despises you. his rational side knows very well that you had absolutely no way of knowing about his allergies before you eagerly (and flirtatiously) gave him a bouquet. for a single second, he thought it was a nice gesture.

then his eyes started to itch and his nose started to run and he thinks you should kinda go fuck yourself. after that, every time you enter the shop he gives you the death stare that has you weakly chuckling and walking on eggshells the whole time. he finds it annoying too, who needs flowers at least once a week?

(someone whose home is quickly running out of places to put these arrangements because you keep using the excuse of buying flowers to see your favorite grumpy florist ofc)

#enemies to lovers w florist levi.....the dream #levi x reader #florist levi #levi ackerman

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grungelevi · 2 years

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Enemies to Lovers

Levi: *Walking in to the meeting room* Erwin, Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things.

*Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*

Y/N: *Out of breath* HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #levi ackerman x reader #oneshot #levi heichou #snk levi #captain levi #levi x you #levi x y/n #shingeki no kyojin #funny prompt #enemies to lovers #shingeki no kyoujin imagine #commander erwin #erwin smith #dialogue prompt

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clefairymuke · 1 year

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eloquent | eleven

pairing: levi x reader

word count: 3.2k

tw: swearing, graphic descriptions of sex, mentions of cheating, age gap, teacher/student relationship, dom/sub dynamic, mentions of marking, a little teasing

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Levi presses his head into the cold tile of the shower wall, the steam that billows around him feeling more like a murky fog than the relaxing sauna he expected. Each drop of water numbs an infinitesimal bit of skin on his back before rolling down to his ankles, and he’s sure the once-soft canvas between his shoulders is now raw and red. The sting of the heat wore off a half hour earlier.

Confidence had never been a problem before, second-guessing his choices unheard of, but that was before you. Before he allowed himself, in an unforgivably drunken stupor no less, to pursue some ridiculous semblance of a relationship with a student— with his only student, at that. Before the incisors of childish jealousy sank deep into his neck and forced its venom to course through his veins. Before you showed him that perhaps there are things in this world even he can’t handle. Now, since you, all he has the energy to do is think, and rethink, and rethink again.

He takes a deep, ragged breath, straightening himself then punching his thumb into the intercom button on the wall. “Hange,” he starts, voice husky with frustration, “bring a pot of tea to my study. Don’t stick around.”

“You got it, boss.”

Levi’s hair is still dripping onto his face as he sips the chamomile from the dainty teacup at his desk. He stares angrily at the blank document in front of him, as if he’s trying to intimidate it into spontaneously populating with the words that seem to escape him. He thought he was immune to slumps. Thirty years of his life he’d had something to behold, something he needed the entire world to read; the last few months, however, have been void of any substance at all. This is the one problem he can’t blame on you.

Deadlines stalk him viciously, interrogators in their own right, begging him for something to consume with a disgusting quickness. He has nothing to give them. Lately he’s questioned if he ever will again.

He considers calling you. Asking for your thoughts instead of assaulting you with his. As soon as the idea crosses his mind, he’s only frustrated with himself again, and yet, his hand still gravitates toward his cell phone. Levi allows his thumb to hover over your name for only a second before scoffing under his breath and tossing the device to the side. At this moment, he makes a decision. It’s one he may not like, but one that needs to be made nonetheless. It’s time to pull back from you.

YOU

You don’t hear from Levi again until Tuesday morning rolls around. Trying not to let it bother you proves impossible as you stress over your appearance before the meeting, which is something you hadn’t worried much about in the past. You spend a painstaking amount of time mulling over your outfit for the day.

You’d stayed up all night editing your pages, which is turning into quite the habit. It’s astounding how one heated meeting and a single date could send you down such a spiral of inspiration, and you more than appreciate this unexpected surprise. Sleep escapes you these days; all that comes to you in the night is your work. You hope your dedication doesn’t escape Levi’s devouring glare, but you fear it will in light of his recent lack of communication. Still, you find yourself significantly less afraid of your advisor-slash-fling for once— perhaps he won’t be so cruel after finding his way into your pants.

An hour later, when your warm smile crashes headfirst into his icy glare, you realize you might have been dead wrong. You remain confident— he feeds on fear and humiliation, after all— and chirp out a friendly greeting. His eyes soften for only a second before freezing over again.

“Good morning,” Levi says smoothly, opening the door a bit further to allow you into his office. You allow your shoulder to brush his chest just barely as you pass, fighting the urge to do it with your hand, instead.

“You look nice today,” you tell him as the door clicks shut. “How was your week?”

“Do you have any pages, or did you think I scheduled this meeting to chit chat?” he snaps, rounding his desk and sitting down without meeting your eyes.

His tone admittedly ruffles your feathers, but you let it roll off your back, fishing the manila folder out of your purse and leaning forward to lay it on the desk. “I’m proud of them,” you say, eyes flitting back and forth as nerves begin to overtake you, eager to look anywhere but his smoky eyes. “I hope you will be, too.”

He takes the folder without a word, ten minutes of silence besides the turning of pages and his pen scribbling in the margins. You cross and uncross your legs a hundred times, palms sweating as a familiar dread settles over your weak shoulders. At least it hasn’t hit the shredder yet, you tell yourself. Anything is better than that.

“I like it,” he says, and that’s all. You wait for more to come from his mouth, lips parted as if there’s something else on his mind, something threatening to slip despite his protests, but Levi remains stubborn and quiet.

You aren’t sure what to reply with, so you decide on honesty. The man in front of you has no trouble being blunt, after all. “There’s more you want to say.”

For the first time since you’d met Levi, he seems almost timid. A few thoughtful seconds pass before he opens his mouth again. “I thought it was a mistake,” he starts, nervously tapping his fingers against the desk. “What’s been going on between you and I, I mean.”

This admission shocks you, sending a little chill up your back and making you lean forward with a need to know more. “Thought? As in past tense?”

“I’m not sure,” Levi says honestly. He meets your eyes, something he’d clearly been avoiding since you walked in that morning, and they are softer than you’ve ever seen them. “You’re writing about me, aren’t you?”

You nod, strangely unashamed. He told you to write your life. Following instructions is nothing to be embarrassed about, right?

“Keep going,” he tells you, allowing the beginnings of a smile to poke at the corners of his mouth. “It’s working.” There’s a comforting silence between the two of you as you search for a way to respond to an unnaturally kind version of Levi. You don’t have to search for long. “A lot of it is still fucking awful, of course. There’s a lot of work that needs to be done. Let’s go over some notes before you go.” There’s the Dr. Ackerman you know. That didn’t last long.

He proceeds to ream you for the next half hour, practically shredding your pages with his sharp tongue as he insults nearly every word of the piece in front of him. You’re confused on what parts of it he claims to like— the pacing is dogshit, dialogue is “stronger, but still utterly embarrassing to read,” and the plot has as much direction as a blind old woman in an unfamiliar city. You want to argue, but he gives strong, undeniable reasoning behind his cruelty. It makes you sick.

As the meeting begins to draw to a close with Levi’s rather rude ‘constructive’ criticism, you admittedly feel a bit disappointed. After the intense revelations of the past week, you’d thought things would be a little different now. Looking at his emotionless expression, you’re prepared to be kicked out crying within the next few minutes.

“Do you have anywhere to be after this?” he asks suddenly, a little light in his eyes for the first time since Wednesday. You give him a suspicious stare.

Pretending to think for a moment, you say, “No, not that I can think of.” A tingle starts between your legs, making you shuffle around in the chair a bit on an instinctive search for friction — you hope his hawk-like eyes didn’t catch that, although there’s no way they missed it. Levi never, ever takes them off of you, it seems. One side of his mouth turns up in a smirk.

He motions you over with a jerk of his chin. “Come here.” Three hollow taps sound through the room as he pats the desk six inches away, directing you where he wants you. You can’t deny that you went racier with your outfit than you typically would — a low-cut sweater paired with a less-than-mini skirt — but you don’t let yourself get flustered as you stand and brush off your legs.

Once you’ve settled on the cool, oak desk in front of him, careful not to let your gaze waver from his eyes even as the wildfires start to spark up, a tingle starts to run up your spine. The cool, smoke-infused tone of his perceptive irises is so cold you could shiver, even though your own eyes burn from the contact alone. You swallow once before speaking — things never go your way when the arrogant man just a half foot away sets the tone. “You never asked me how things went with Reiner,” you say.

Levi’s eyebrow cocks up a millimeter as he looks up at you, hands folded over his stomach as he relaxes into the black leather chair. “I assumed he got the message. Was there more to it?” he asks, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. You frown.

“I mean, no. He hasn’t spoken to me since then,” you respond, breath catching in your throat for half a second as his hand comes to rest on your knee. The calluses on his fingers brush over your skin softly, and you find yourself wondering if they’re from typing or holding a pen. Your eyes flutter down to examine his clean, slender hands before shooting back to his face.

“Do you want him to?” Levi questions smoothly, no indication of tone or expression to aid you in interpreting his reasoning.

“Well, no. Not really,” you answer honestly, chewing on the inside of your lip. Heart beating in time with Dr. Ackerman’s thumb brushing over your knee, you feel your cheeks begin to grow warmer.

His eyes get warmer, too. “And why not?”

It only takes a second for you to feel the shift, but you go from forcing yourself to maintain eye contact with the intimidating soul before you to losing the ability to pull your gaze away from him. His pitch-colored hair falls just above the sharp, knee-buckling glare of steel eyes — between them, Levi’s narrow nose comes to a neat, up-turned point that shadows his perpetually frowning pink lips. His chin and jaw follow the same chiseled theme, projecting the awe-inspiring feeling one derives from pristine marble likenesses of Greek gods; the leather chair morphs to a throne of skulls, and you consider how fitting it would be to replace Cheryl with the much less vicious, three-headed Cerberus. A skip interrupts your steadily beating heart as one corner of Dr. Ackerman’s mouth turns up in a smirk. You’ve always had a soft spot for the villains, haven’t you?

You gulp. “He’s just not my type. We don’t have anything in common,” you say softly, the flames licking up in his eyes just short of entrancing you. Chills travel up the sensitive skin inside of your thigh as his fingers trail higher on your bare leg, making your chest swell with anticipation. “I think I prefer intellectuals,” you add, courage seeping through your pores with every electric shock, “and darker hair.”

“I think you just prefer me,” Levi corrects you boldly, expression unwavering as his confidence. A soft breeze stings against the feverish skin between your legs as he flips back the hem of your skirt, fingertips brushing the fabric of your panties as blood rushes to your cheeks.

“No, that’s not quite it,” you tease, dishing back for once — Dr. Ackerman hasn’t thrown you out of his office yet, so you figure it’s well received. That’s as much of an indication as you’re likely to get from him. “I know your type, though: young blondes with no shame. I’ve seen a few take the walk of shame through the waiting room.”

Levi chuckles, sharp canines poking out over his supple lips. “And are you shameless, too?” he inquires, a hint of mockery pervading over his steely tone.

“You get off on the fact that I’m not,” you quip, eyes flickering to his grinning mouth. “I can only assume that’s why I’m the exception. But I would never let you mark me up like that before I walked through the waiting room.”

The fires in his eyes blaze a hundred times hotter, an arrogant expression overtaking his features as he pinches your thigh playfully. “What would you be willing to wager on that?”

A tinge of curiosity pulses through your mind in tandem with the wave of heat between your legs. “What would you want if you won?”

There isn’t any hesitation as Levi opens his mouth, tongue sliding quickly over his lips once before he speaks. “You’ll let me take you out again. Wherever I choose.”

A little smile plays on your lips; you’d expected a much more crude request. Swinging your feet back and forth gently as you lean a bit further toward him, you toss a suspicious glare his way. “And if I win?” you inquire, raising your eyebrows.

“I’ll buy you something nice,” he answers, not detailing your prize any further. Choosing not to pry, you twist up your lips in consideration. Adding an expensive item to your bedroom and getting to fool around with Dr. Ackerman almost seems too good to be true, but you choose to give the situation the benefit of the doubt. After all, it could just end up being a wonderful day. The worst that could happen? You nervously slink through the waiting room with a hickey on your neck and get treated to a fancy dinner.

You give him a mischievous grin as you look down into his eyes, still feeling his fingers trace circles on the skin of your thighs. “I’ll take that bet.”

Ten minutes later, you’re kneeling before his black leather chair as Levi unbuckles his belt just in front of you. The sound of your breathing is prominent and anticipatory, skin still flushed and feverish from the feeling of his lips exploring your thighs, breasts, and throat— littering beautifully harsh love bites and hickeys in all the places you can typically cover up. He hasn’t aimed to win your little competition quite yet, but you’re beginning to think he has it in the bag. Looking at your current state, you don’t stand a chance.

Dr. Ackerman doesn’t take off any of his clothes this time— he simply undoes his slacks enough to free his length, fisting it in one hand and giving it a few slow strokes. Your mouth starts to water. “I don’t even think I can get my lips around it,” you say, half joking as you admire the long, puffy vein that runs from the base to the rosy head of his dick.

“You’re riding me, sweetheart,” Levi corrects you, running one finger gently along your jaw. “I just think you look pretty on your knees like this.” He motions at you to join him in the chair, gripping the backs of your legs to place them on either side of him as you come to sit in his lap, your noses only a centimeter apart. The head of his pulsing cock grazing against the lace crotch of your panties sends a shock through your body, making you whine out with searing need.

Your eyes find comforting heather gray as Dr. Ackerman pushes his forehead against yours, running his hands down your thighs while his shallow breaths caress your cheeks. All you can think about are his lips as they rest hanging open a half inch from your own, but he doesn’t kiss you. He just holds your gaze as his long, sinewy fingers pull the lace of your panties over to the side and his hot, impossibly thick cockhead presses lightly against your entrance. Sucking in a shallow breath, you feel the overwhelming circumference of his length compared to the rather narrow tunnel between your quivering legs. You brace yourself. “You can take it,” he murmurs, catching the shield of anxiety glossing rapidly over your eyes.

You shake your head lightly. “I’ve never had one this big,” you say. A gasp catches in your throat as he drags the tip along your slit slowly, savoring the sight of your mouth falling open and your eyes blowing wide when he grazes your clit before repositioning himself at your throbbing opening.

Levi grins the kind of grin that sparks up in his eye like a gas burner, blue flames billowing up in the dark void of his pupils as he listens to your greedy whimpers. His forehead separates from your own so that he may dip down and press his lips to your neck, his teeth pricking lightly at the base of your throat and his soft moans tingling against your sensitive skin. “Let me stretch it out, baby. I need to fuck you. Please,” the man pleads with you, nibbling on your collar bone while his hands continue to wander between your ass and breasts with desperate urgency.

The sweet, raspy sound of his voice makes your heart beat harder, sending a wash of static through your core as you grind down on his stiff length. The head begins to ease past your threshold, molding your smooth, slick walls to fit his girth as he sleeves the first fourth of his dick into your pulsing cunt. “Shit,” you whimper as he continues to push in; you attempt to adjust to his size, clenching repeatedly around the velvet-wrapped steel splitting you open wide.

By the time he’s submerged himself to the hilt, it feels like you’re in a million pieces on top of him. Levi holds a firm, tenderless grip on your hips as he looks up at you, pupils blown and canines poking into his bottom lip as a result of the smug grin painted across his mouth. The flames in his slate-colored eyes flicker blue again for a fraction of a second before his mouth is crashing onto yours, enveloping you in an all-consuming haze that distracts from even the ecstasy of being utterly full of him. He only deepens the kiss as his thumbs dig into your hip bones and begin to rock you back and forth, the head of his dick grinding into your sweetest spot and inviting a string of moans from your busy lips.

Levi breaks the kiss only to attach his mouth to your earlobe, suckling it gently before taking it between his teeth and nipping at it, sending a shiver down your back and forcing you to squeeze around his unbelievable girth. “I don’t know,” he whispers in your ear, breath tickling your skin with his sensual tone. “You seem pretty shameless to me.”

< chapter ten | masterlist >

hi guys i hope the chapter is decent, i'm trying to get back into the groove of the story <3 will upload to ao3 later. lmk what you think :)

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4880s · 5 months

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Levi Ackerman — One Shot

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— lectora!fem, lectora!dom, nsfw, minors dni

— one shot en español!!

— si hay faltas ortográficas, luego las corregiré, escribí esto a las 03:00am 😭

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—¿Sigues haciendo papeleo?

—Sí, ¿por qué?

Levi soltó un irritado »tsk« de entre sus labios. Confundida levantaste tu mirada para observarlo. Estaba cruzado de brazos observándote de forma aburrida.

—Estuviste todo el maldito día haciendo papeleo —señaló la pila de papeles que tenías a tu costado—, ¿no piensas hacer otra cosa?

—No —dijiste de forma sincera—. Cuando termine todo esto, veré que hacer...

Regresaste a tu trabajo completando el largo papeleo.

Levi había venido hace más de veinte minutos de forma inesperada y se había sentado en el asiento vacío de tu oficina, y desde que había llegado se había estado quejando. ¿Qué quería?, no tenías ni la más mínima idea.

—¿Para qué viniste? —preguntaste sin quitar la mirada de tu papeleo.

—¿Qué, quieres que ya me vaya?

Frunciste el ceño, confundida.

—Levi, desde que llegaste no paraste de quejarte de cualquier cosa, ¿qué necesitas? —soltaste tu pluma dejándola sobre el escritorio.

—Estuviste todo el maldito día encerrada en este oficina. No saliste ni por cinco minutos. ¿A quién quieres impresionar haciendo tanto papeleo?

Ya te sentías irritada. No era tu culpa que el este de mal humor. Soltaste un suspiro exhausto de tus labios mientras te recostabas sobre tu cómoda silla.

Soltaste una risa desganada, causando que Levi frunciera el ceño.

—Ya entiendo... —te reíste—. ¿Estás enojado porque no te hablé en todo el día?

—No —refutó de una manera casi instantánea—, ¿en serio crees que eres tan importante para que mi humor dependa de tí?

—Si te soy sincera, sí —respondiste en un tono de burla—. ¿Para qué viniste entonces?, te escucho.

Levi se quedó callado. Lo observaste por unos segundos, y notaste un pequeño tono rojizo en sus orejas que delataban la vergüenza de que había sido “descubierto”.

—Bueno, si me permites... —te levantaste de tu cómoda silla para dirigirte a la salida, tenías en mente ir a beber algo y luego volver a tu trabajo.

Pasaste por su lado, y cuando estabas a centímetros de agarrar la manija de la puerta, su mano te detuvo. Te diste la vuelta y lo observaste.

De un momento a otro, sus labios estaban en los tuyos. Te quedaste congelada unos segundos hasta que correspondiste el beso.

Los labios de Levi eras fríos, pero a su vez suaves. Se quedaron unos segundos así, hasta que se alejaron.

—¿Entonces para esto viniste?

—Cállate.

Te agarró repentinamente del mentón, uniendo sus labios nuevamente. Una sonrisa divertida de dibujo en tu rostro. Arinconaste a Levi contra tu escritorio, uniendo sus cuerpos en el proceso.

Levi te mordió el labio inferior, causando que te impresionaras, obligandote a abrir tu boca levemente ante la pequeña mordida. Levi aprovecho esto y adentro su lengua en tu boca. Sus lenguas bailaron por unos largos segundos, causándose jadeos mutuamente.

El beso se sentía necesitado, como si ambos hubiesen estado esperando ese beso por un largo tiempo. La intensidad fue aumentando hasta que ambos sintieron que se quedaban sin aire. Se separaron, un hilo de salvia uniendo sus labios.

Levi estaba rojo, tenía la respiración agitada y los labios hinchados. Imaginaste que tú estabas igual, debido a la gran intensidad del beso.

Una mirada de disgusto se posó en el rostro de Levi al ver el hilo de saliva que unia sus labios, aunque eso no pareció importarle mucho ya que volvió a besarte con la misma intensidad.

De forma discreta separaste levemente las piernas de Levi para posicionarte mejor. Pusiste una de tus rodillas en la parte interior de su muslo, lentamente la fuiste dirigiendo hacia su entrepierna. Levi soltó un jadeo inesperado.

Comenzaste a hacer movimientos circulares sobre su entrepierna, aún sin separarse del beso. Jadeos y más jadeos salían de los labios de Levi. Su espalda se arqueó levemente al sentir como comenzabas a hacer movimientos más rápidos.

La entrepierna de Levi comenzó a doler de placer sintiendo como una gran erección comenzaba a florecer lentamente. Levi se separó del beso repentinamente, causando que lo miraras de forma confundida.

—Espera... —trató de regular su respiración —, yo nunca... yo nun-nunca...

—¿Mhm?, ¿nunca has follado con alguien? —preguntaste, casi de forma divertida.

¿Quién diría que el hombre más fuerte de la humanidad sería virgen, y además de eso sería completamente vergonzoso?

Tardó en responder unos segundos sin mirarte a los ojos, sus mejillas parecían volverse de un color más rojizo por cada segundo que pasaba.

—...no.

—Mhm, ya veo. ¿Quieres o no?, cualquier decisión que tomes, estaré de acuerdo. —Fuiste directo al grano, sin obligarlo a hacer algo que el no quisiera.

Levi miró de reojo su entrepierna, la cuál demostraba tener un gran bulto. Ya no había vuelta atrás, y si lo rechazaba iba a ser un desperdicio. Levi había anhelado este momento incontables veces, especialmente contigo.

Te miró a los ojos por unos segundos, estos brillaban de lujuria y de necesidad. En vez de responderte decidió darte otro beso, está vez con más intensidad. La fuerza con la que Levi te besó causo que está vez el te arrinconara contra la pared.

Besó la comisura de tus labios, luego tu cuello hasta llegar a tu clavícula. Sus besos eran lentos, pero llenos de amor. Entre mordidas y chupones, Levi encontró tu punto dulce, causando que sueltes un gemido de placer.

—Mierda... —soltaste un suspiro mientras que sentías que los besos de Levi te nublaban la mente.

Su mano apretó tu cintura, mientras que la otra fue lentamente hacia tu pecho. Con una sola mano comenzó a desabrochar tu camisa, acariciando tu pecho lentamente. La mano que estaba en tu cintura, viajo a tu pecho de igual forma. Ahora Levi se encontraba acariciando tus senos de la forma más placentera posible, aún sin dejar de chupar y morder tu cuello.

Jadeos y jadeos salían de tus labios. Solamente soltabas jadeos hasta que Levi decidió morder justo debajo de tu oreja. Soltaste un gemido gritando el nombre de Levi.

De repente Levi dejo de hacer lo que estaba haciendo, su cara estaba tan roja que parecía que iba a estallar.

—Ya... ya fui demasiado lejos... —Su mirada bailó entre tu camisa a medio desabrochar y tu cuello con múltiples mordidas y chupetones.

—Termina lo que empezaste —dijiste agarrándolo del mentón besándolo por cuarta vez en el día.

Obligaste a qué se sentará en dónde anteriormente se había sentado. Te sentaste sobre su regazo y te dirigiste directamente a su cuello.

Una de tus manos viajó desde su abdomen hasta su muslo. Masajeaste alrededor de su entrepierna, tentándolo. Con tu mano lentamente comenzaste a desabrochar su pantalón, torturandolo al sentir con la forma tan lenta con lo que lo hacías.

Lo estabas matando, y lo sabías.

Marcaste cada parte de su cuello con chupones y mordidas. Te despegaste de su cuello y observaste la obra de arte que habías hecho. Dudabas que Levi iba a poder ocultar todos los chupones que le habías hecho.

Ahora, con ambas manos, bajaste su pantalón dejando solamente su boxer. Un jadeo salió de los labios de Levi al sentirse expuesto de tal manera.

Apoyaste tu mano izquierda sobre su muslo, acariciándolo, mientras que con tu otra mano comenzabas a acariciar su bulto.

Levi soltó un gemido al sentir tu mano. Una sonrisa divertida se pintó en tu rostro. Comenzaste haciendo movimientos de abajo para arriba, miraste la expresión de Levi el cuál estaba con la boca cerrada, tratando de contener sus gemidos. Su mandíbula estaba tensa y también se podían divisar sus músculos tensos a través de su camisa.

—¿Está bien así? —preguntaste tratando de encontrar su mirada.

El te miró a los ojos y asintió repetidas veces.

—¿Más rápido?

Volvió a asentir.

Comenzaste a hacer movimientos circulares y movimientos de abajo para arriba, esta vez mucho más rápidos. Sin poder contener más sus gemidos, Levi abrió su boca soltándolos. Su espalda comenzó a arquearse levemente y sus piernas comenzaron a temblar de la excitación.

—Mierda... no pares —tiró la cabeza hacia atrás cerrando los ojos.

Decidiste pasar al siguiente nivel. Con una sola mano, bajaste lentamente sus boxers, dejando su longitud a la luz.

Un gemido de excitación salió de Levi al sentir el aire frío chocar contra su longitud.

Allí fue cuando te diste cuenta donde se habían ido los centímetros que le faltaban de altura a Levi.

Con tu mano, tocaste la punta haciendo un poco de presión. La espalda de Levi de arqueó. Nadie lo había tocado de tal manera en su vida.

Sosteniendolo con toda tu mano, comenzaste a hacer movimientos de abajo para arriba, causandole jadeos y más jadeos a Levi. El placer que sentía en este momento era indescriptible.

Aumentaste más la velocidad, causando que Levi soltará palabras incoherentes de entre sus labios. Su mente se encontraba en blanco, incapaz de formular siquiera una palabra, cegado por el placer.

Las manos de Levi se aferraron contra la silla y sus piernas comenzaron a temblar más rápido.

—Mierda, mierda, mierda...

Incapaz de formular una palabra Levi solamente podía soltar gemidos.

—Mierda... creo que... —trató de hablar.

Concentrada en tu trabajo de darle una merecida primera vez a Levi, le preguntaste.

—¿Ya estás cerca?

—Sí, sí, sí, mierda no pares... no se te ocurra... —terminó de completar su oración, aunque la manera tan exquisita con la que novias tu mano sobre su longitud hizo que la mente de Levi quedra en blanco.

Luego de unos largos minutos de gemidos y más gemidos por parte de Levi, este soltó un último gemido.

Su espalda se arqueó por completo y sus piernas no dejaban de temblar. Tu mano estaba llena de su semen, el cual no parecía dejar de salir, aunque eso era lo que menos te importaba.

Levi estaba rojo de arriba para abajo, su rostro parecía un completo tomate.

Te agarró del cuello y te besó, esta vez el beso no era intenso, era lento y lleno de amor en el.

Se separaron del beso y notaste algo; Levi seguía duro.

—¿Quieres otro round?

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Hiiii! It's been a while I really missed your writing and hope you're doing well! May I request a Levi x reader where the reader is Erwin's sister? It takes place during No Regrets after Farlan and Isabel died and the reader holds a grudge against him for trying to kill Erwin. But as time goes on she sees how Levi actually is and as a person and later on falls for him. You can go about this however you want! Thank you!! :]]

REBEL REBEL - LEVI ACKERMAN X READER

Warnings : a few curse words, mentions of death, reader uses she/her pronouns!

Genre : fluff, enemies to lovers!!

Word count : 4.0K words (I’m not even sorry)

Additional notes : Holy shit, I got so carried away while writing this??? Thank you so much for requesting! It feels so good to be back, and especially good to get back to writing for this incredible man 💗 I absolutely ADORED this idea, so I really ran with it as you can see😭 I’m sorry it took me so long to get to it, but I’ve got finals these weeks, and I didn’t want this to come out sloppy. Really hope you enjoy this as much as I did while writing it!!

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Seeing him made her sick. Watching him cross the halls and slam the door shut behind him had her scowling at the wood, and she wondered, fury boiling within her, why someone as vile as him still lingered in their headquarters. If he was going to overstay his welcome, then she was going to despise him from the sidelines as much as she wished.

Though, apparently, she wasn’t nearly as discreet enough about her hatred as she thought she was, seeing as Erwin sighed exasperatedly at her.

“You could at least try being a little more subtle with your glaring.”

“And he could’ve not planned to assassinate you right in front of my bloody eyes, and yet here we are,” she snapped back, brushing his comment off as they walked down the hallway with him.

Her older brother quirked his eyebrow, “I thought we’ve agreed to put that behind us?”

“You have, I most certainly haven’t,” she snorted, walking into the commander’s office and setting down the heavy stack of papers they’d been carrying, “It’s not like I caught him stealing food from the cellars; he was plotting murder right underneath our noses.”

As he settled down behind his desk, the look in Erwin’s eyes had her stilling in place as he asked, “And you thought his attempts would’ve been anything but futile?”

She stiffened, her shoulders tensing, “Perhaps I did,” a cross look made its way onto her brother’s face, but before he could interrupt, she went on, “But that’s not just the problem. I’m appalled that you thought traitorous scum like him wouldn’t be a threat to us and our safety anymore.”

“You’re reading far too into this—“

“And you’re underestimating him far too much,” she spoke with finality, indicating that she wasn’t welcome to listening to anything he had to say, “His skills are only a testimony to how capable he is of stabbing us in the back once again. And I won’t be having that.”

She walked out without giving Erwin so much a chance to get a word in, and he slumped back against his chair. It was exhausting how similar Levi and his sister acted; both so stubborn and willful. Perhaps their similarities were exactly what made her despise the other man so much—whatever reason it was, he couldn’t afford to entertain her doubts and concerns. He’d found a new, shiny blade, and he’d be damned if he let him go.

***

The first time they’d been forced to interact directly with each other was nothing short of disastrous, though anyone could’ve foreseen that.

Levi, as nonplussed as ever, had been forced to relay his status report to her instead of Erwin, something she both detested and preferred. On one hand, she couldn’t stand staring at his uninterested face for a full ten minutes, droning on as he read from a paper, and on the other hand she’d rather have him bore her to death than have him interact with her brother whom he’d almost slaughtered.

With him standing in front of her, however, her annoyance seemed to be winning over, a perpetual look of disgust in her eyes as she regarded him. The ebony-haired man paused in his tracks, his eyes flicking back to her.

“Well?” she snapped, very pointedly looking at the blades to her left, “I don’t have all day.”

“No, though you seem to be quite satisfied with spending it wishing you could skewer me with that sword,” he replied, a barely amused look on his face.

“Mutinous,” she hissed, rage filling her chest at his daring response, “You’ve got some nerve—!”

“Doing my shitty job?” he scoffed, leering at her, “I’ve only done what was asked of me.”

She was positively seething now as she gripped the edge of her desk, “You know that’s not what I meant, scum.”

“An insult loses its meaning when you’ve been hearing it your entire life,” he slowly said, watching as her face morphed into a slightly stunned expression, before setting his papers down, “If seeing my face spoils your meals that much, have it your way then, officer.”

And though he hadn’t been particularly rude, his enunciation of the last word—her title—showed just how little care he had for positions. She could only sit back, papers now in hand, but mind racing at the last reply he’d given her.

***

For the entirety of the following months, Levi’s status reports were relayed to her and only her. She didn’t trust him to be locked in a room with Erwin, and much to her frustrated confusion, it didn’t seem like Levi himself cared much whom he was serving under. She only saw a flash of light in those grey eyes whenever he’d been drenched in blood and his boots settled on a titan’s mangled body after he’d dealt with them—and in all honesty, his viciousness when it came to dealing with the terrors was rather alarming.

She voiced her thoughts to her brother one cold winter night, and the only advice he offered her was that she take it up to the man himself. Put off by the sudden secrecy, it only made her more pissed off as she knocked on his door.

Following his drawl of permission, she folded her arms in front of her chest and stood in front of his desk, behind which Levi sat nursing a cup of tea and yet another pile of paperwork.

“Anything you need, officer?” his politeness was nothing but a front, and she knew that damn well.

Rearranging her annoyed thoughts, she said, “You’re wasting too much gas.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, looking a bit like her brother often did, and that further pissed her off, so she went on, “Your recklessness outside of the walls is ridiculous. And don’t give me any bullshit excuses as to why you’re so violent, because I know damn well you could take down a fifteen-meter class in one strike.”

“Now, how much did it kill you to admit that?” Levi sounded awfully provocative when he replied, and she could barely believe her eyes when she took notice of the quirk of his lips in what seemed to be self-satisfaction.

“Don’t get cheeky with me,” she bit back, her patience wearing thin, “You tried to murder my brother—the commander might I add, you’ve been wasteful of our limited resources, and you talk back like you haven’t got an ounce of respect for your superiors,” with every accusation she flung at him, she took a step closer, until her thunderous expression was towering on top of him, still looking unabashedly nonchalant in his chair, “And you’ve got the nerve to prance around headquarters like it’s your god-given right.”

Cold eyes remained trained on her, and he gave no sign that he was going to talk. Her chest heaving with fury and the effort of lashing out, she stood still in her place for a few seconds, trying to rein her emotions back in.

“Have you said everything you have to say to me?”

“No. I forgot to add that your handwriting’s god-awful too.”

Now that she finally got a proper look at him, she could tell he was far from amused. His rather intimidating expression sent a chill down her spine, something she would rather die than admit.

“I swore my life to serve the commander,” he started, eyes sharp and almost cutting as they looked up at her, “By dedicating my heart and soul to his cause, I dedicate them to him by extension. The question of my loyalty is non-negotiable.”

Levi folded his hands in front of him, his eyes never wavering for a second as he went on, “I owe no one loyalty but him. As much as I dislike the fact, he’s saved my life, and I owe him much for that. You haven’t done shit to earn my admiration, nor are you my direct superior. I can respect you as an officer, but I do not respond to your calls. Don’t ask more of me than my duties.”

Indignation rose inside her, and she opened her mouth to curse him out, but his sharp voice interrupted her.

“As for how I use my ODM gear, that is none of your business,” cruelty hardened his expression, “I personally recompense the regiment out of my own salary, because I will not be compromising on how I deal with titans. Those pieces of shit deserve to rot in their own filth and blood, for taking what little I had.”

They sharply inhaled, realization dawning on them. The two that had been with him. Isabel and Farlan. It had slipped her mind how brutally they’d been been slaughtered, and how he’d seen the horrific scene with his own eyes.

Levi seemed to notice her epiphany, and the corner of his lips quirked up bitterly, leaning forward as he said, “I am a child of the underground. If I strut,” he spoke the last word with disdain, “Then it’s because I’ve earned my damn place here now. And if my handwriting’s shit, then it’s because I was forced to learn to write here within the span of two weeks, without any complaint.”

The woman stood there, quite frankly stunned. She’d never heard him talk so much, nor had she ever heard such vitriol directed towards her. Blame her hot-headedness, and curse her self-righteousness that had her lashing out at a man whom she knew next to nothing about. His mere existence in front of her eluded her now, and she didn’t know what to do with that.

Levi looked away, his eyes turning dispassionate once again, as though she’d merely imagined the entire interaction, and he began to turn back to his files without so much as a glance back, his last words brimming with emotions she couldn’t pin down, completely contradicting the empty gaze in his eyes.

“Do not mistake my silence for complacency, officer.”

***

Weeks of minimal interactions had passed, without any indication of remembering their previous encounter. It still hung heavy in her heart, however often she tried to force herself to forget about the knot of what felt suspiciously like guilt that resided in her stomach every time he walked past her. Far too proud to apologize, she could only let the opportunities to resolve things slip by. After all, things were relatively back to normal—if that had been normal.

Levi only managed to pleasantly surprise her with the arrival of spring.

She’d been on headquarters duty, making sure that they’d been restocked with enough materials with the new shipments of ODM gears and blades. Though it wasn’t her job to check on the quality, she found it rather rewarding to know she’d gone the extra mile. With a self-satisfied smile on her face as he walked back to her quarters, she found a huff of annoyance coming from the direction of room before hers.

Furrowing her eyebrows, she walked in to find Levi sitting with his legs crossed, significant frustration etched onto his face as he sat fiddling with a needle and thread on a chair in the middle of the room—the room which, she was quite certain, had never been this clean.

Admiring the spotless window panes, she asked, “Whose turn was it this year?”

“No one’s,” he replied, not even bothering to look up from the tattered cloth in his hand, and a surprised look made its way onto her face.

“So you volunteered to help out?”

“No. It was filthy, and it bothered me.”

Odd. His words and vexed expression only further confirmed that he’d done it because he must’ve heard them bickering in the hallways the night before over whose turn it was to clean the largest room in headquarters. Perhaps it was the feeling of standing in a sunny, clean room that smelled nice, but the atmosphere had her in a much better mood than she’d anticipated.

Only then did she notice what he’d been doing when she’d walked in.

“Is that your cravat?” she asked, curiosity getting the best of her as she saw him fumble with another loose thread.

“Supposed to be,” he grumbled, “Some brat accidentally shredded it during training. Don’t even know how it got there.”

With a snort, she walked up to him, leaning in close, a small noise of appreciation escaping them, “You’re actually pretty good at this.”

“Had to,” he mumbled to himself, a dark shadow crossing his face, and for a moment she wondered what he meant—until she remembered his upbringing; the very same upbringing she’d indirectly shamed.

And before she knew it, she was offering her help, “Here, you could try cross-stitching,” she pointed out, leaning even closer over him, “It’ll look better.”

“Fancy shit doesn’t matter, practicality does,” Levi scoffed, though it didn’t sound particularly unkind to her, and she watched as his deft fingers followed the thread carefully. His actions were surprisingly graceful, and the flex of his hand muscles was rather fascinating.

A little entraced, their close proximity hadn’t quite registered in her mind—at least, until she was so close to him that a soft, clean smell invaded her senses. A small part of her egged her on, enticing her to lean in closer and revel in his oddly comforting scent.

But that wouldn’t do. With self-restraint she never thought she’d need, she pulled away without so much as another word. If not out of embarrassment, then out of common sense. She shouldn’t let her thoughts venture into dangerous territory—especially not ones concerning a man as infuriating as him. No; it was best to walk away, and so she did.

***

Her efforts to stay away were futile, because the moments they shared seemed to only increase in number the more adamant she was to ignore him.

On their way back from their latest expedition, the heartbroken visages of people losing their loved ones haunted them from every direction—them, the survivors. The ones who lucked out.

A little taken aback by the glares directed towards them, she could never get used to this routine procession. In her daze, she failed to noticed the child that bumped into her horse, and she gasped a little in alarm at his tiny wail.

“I’m sorry—“

But before she could carry on with her weak apology, a sigh came from behind her, and she saw Levi steering to a stop and hopping off his horse, making his way over to the kid. Momentarily stunned, she watched as he went down on one knee, a tired, almost-imperceptible smile on his lips.

“Be more careful next time,” he admonished the child, though his eyes were gentle as he wrapped a handkerchief around their scratched arm, ��You might hurt yourself badly.”

“Sorry,” the kid sniffled, only to have the older man ruffle his hair, a melancholic look flashing in his eyes before he got up and pulled his horse along the rest of the way.

Perhaps he was gentler than his rough edges made him seem. And perhaps that only became more apparent that very same day, after she’d had another nightmare that kept her awake deep into the night. She’d gotten up for a drink; something to keep her distracted from the horrific scenes that replayed in their mind, and had stumbled blearily into the kitchen to find him already standing there, boiling some water in the kettle. As soon as she entered, he looked up.

“Can’t sleep?”

She furrowed her eyebrows a little at that, “No better than you can. Came here for a drink.”

“Even the cheap alcohol’s out. Tea’s all we got,” he spoke as he began making another mug next to his own, unprompted.

After he’d poured and stirred, she graciously took the steaming mug from him, taking a whiff of the incredibly soothing aroma.

“What’s this?” she asked, feeling curious, before taking a sip that had her humming in satisfaction, “That tastes incredible. I’ve never had anything like it before.”

Levi’s eyes flickered with what could only be described as smugness, clearly taking pride in his fine taste in beverages as she settled down on the small kitchen table and he took a seat right across from her, “Chamomile tea. Doesn’t taste bitter.”

Though few words were exchanged after that, a certain warmth pooled in her belly and made her eyelids feel heavier. She didn’t quite know whether it was because of the soothing tea or the oddy serene company of the man who’d brewed it, but she’d soon enough found herself being tugged into a deep slumber. Hunched over the table with the mug in her hands, she wasn’t conscious to hear him sigh helplessly to himself.

“Dummy.”

And perhaps Erwin himself had walked past the burning kitchen lamps and saw two figures slumped at opposite angles on the table, and found himself smiling despite himself, before retreating back to his room.

***

Every time they’d ventured past the walls, Levi would linger behind without fail. She’d come up with some sort of excuse or the other, but she always made sure to stay back and quietly observe. There hadn’t been a single time when he hadn’t reverently carried a dead body back to the carriage when they’d been short on hands, no matter how mutilated his late colleague was. He was quiet about it, never fussed too much—not even when blood seeped into his skin and clung to his clothes.

In a way, it seemed like he respected death, and greeted it like an old friend, without ever offering himself up. That came hand-in-hand with how much he valued life, and how precious it seemed to him. He wasn’t quite as good at hiding how he felt as he thought he was. Or maybe she just prided herself in being able to read the expressions flitting on his face. She had a faint inkling as to why that might be the case, but she squashed the heat in her chest down with every time it returned.

***

The weeks bled into months and morphed into years, which slowly gave way to more moments between them. Time sped by, and disaster struck and left the scouting regiment in shambles for what felt like the umpteenth time. And somehow, miraculously, they’d both seen it through; they’d both managed to outlive their comrades and find themselves in each other’s company more often than not.

Still, whatever it is that was brewing, neither of them dared to comment on it. It felt far too fragile; the circumstances seemed far too sensitive to broach the topic. It was too risky, and they had far too much to lose—solace, company, peace of mind; to ruin things would bring that normalcy and comfort all tumbling down.

“Did you wait for me too long?” she asked, a little breathless after she’d been forced to scale down the side of the headquarters’ building to avoid prying eyes and security.

Levi shook his head, the night breeze toying with the raven strands of his hair, as he tugged her horse along to her, his own faithful steed obediently waiting in his other hand.

“Let’s go somewhere where there’s less noisy brats around,” he sounded a little grumpy, and she chuckled lowly at that.

“Erwin’s still dealing with Hange’s shenanigans, even at this time,” she shook her head, a fond look making its way on her face as she nudged her horse into a steady trot across the fields and into the safe sector of the wild.

“They’ve got a few screws loose. I don’t know why Erwin entertains them,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes.

She could see the reflection of the moonlight as he glanced back at her, and for a moment she almost forgot what she had to say.

“The same reason he entertains you,” she gave him a half-smile, “Because you’re his friends and the people he trusts the most.”

He looks slightly put out by her words, “Don’t compare me to shitty glasses. At least I’ve got my damn sanity intact,” he paused before he eyed her carefully, “Besides, you’re his sister. Don’t exclude yourself just because you’re feeling extra shitty tonight.”

Her grip on her reins tightened, “How…”

He didn’t respond, but he spared her a glance that seemed uncommonly soft in the moonlight. Maybe it was that, but her stomach flipped for some reason. And for some reason, Levi himself looked away from her, instead watching the terrain slowly bleed into a cliff.

“Look down.”

She slyly grinned, “Trying to get rid of your superior, Ackerman?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve tried with this family,” he gave her a dry look, “Not that it would work. Just look down.”

His words made her realize just how long it had been and how far they’ve come, and how they still somehow haven’t moved from where they stood. Daring to listen to him, she looked at where the cliff dropped, and nearly gasped in surprise. A beautiful babbling brook twined between the tree trunks, and fauna she had nearly forgotten existed sat by the banks, half-hidden by the overgrown grass and mossy trees.

“Levi, this is breathtaking,” she inhaled sharply, eyes wide and taking the view in with so much wonder that the man almost winced at the bright look on her face.

He jumped off expertly, patting his beloved horse before taking a seat at the edge and waiting for her to follow suit. And so she did, still a little dazed and sitting down much closer than they ever had, knees knocking into each other and shoulders nestled against the other.

“Anything feels small when you look at this,” his voice was quiet the next time he spoke, and she stilled at his words, “Shit happens, but then it’s all part of something bigger. Or at least, it might be.”

With his windswept hair, gentle gaze outwards, and his regal features, for a moment she almost stopped breathing. He’d well and truly gone out of his way to make her feel better. He’d picked up on her doubts and frustrations, the ones that she’d never voice out loud for fear of seeming ridiculous, and he’d sought to comfort her in the way he knew best. Clumsy as it was, it certainly was part of him—the Levi she’d grown to know, the Levi she’d caught glimpses of when he’d thought no one else was watching, the Levi she—

Her heart sputtered and her stomach dropped. The feeling only intensified when she returned to her senses and saw that he’d been regarding her intently with a certain look in his eyes that she couldn’t decipher. It had her face flushing reflexively, and try as she might, she couldn’t will herself to go back to normal. At least, not when the man looked at her like that.

Maria, Rose, and Sina help her, he was handsome.

The admission to herself only sent her heart into a frenzy. It grew worse when his calloused hand tentatively reached out and settled atop of hers, and she prayed he couldn’t feel how clammy they’d gotten. It was ridiculous, honestly, how this proximity made her feel. And it was even more ridiculous how badly her chest constricted as she curled her fingers around his.

The question he quietly asked was one that struck her heart, rendering her speechless for a good minute as he very slowly leaned in.

“Can I be selfish?”

Grey eyes were anything but cold as they flickered to her lips, and the sheer vulnerability of his stance had her nearly keeling over. With their hands entwined, she could feel his own racing pulse too. The moment felt so sacred, she whispered her next words in hopes of not shattering it.

“I’d probably kill you if you won’t be.”

Inch by inch, she began to close the distance between them, his warm breath on her skin a little ticklish as he chuckled. Gods, if she could hear that rare sound every day, she’d never complain again.

“Can’t have you being the one with murderous tendencies this time,” he breathed out, before soft lips met eager ones, and for a moment—just a very short, brief moment that lasted less than fifteen seconds but felt so infinite—it felt like in a world that had long given up on them, they were the only two people in the world.

And even if they really weren’t, they’d hold it in their grasp and shield its eyes for a few more minutes of blissful borrowed time.

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Consigliere (LevixReader) Chapter 1

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Author's note: Guys I think I did something... I just started the story yesterday on wattpad...but I'm already in love with the idea of Levi being in the mafia as a consigliere. Like omg... I do hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing this!

summary: 2532words; Levi Ackerman is the consigliere of the Jaeger family. Y/N has the same job at the Reiss family. It's a slow burning enemies to lovers story. Speaking of the mafia it's going to contain a lot of mature contant.

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When the wind softly brushes his silky, raven hair against his face, he fixes it with ease right away. His Adam's apple bobs slightly as he glues his stare at Bastien. -So? -he pokes his tongue against his inner cheek.

Bastien can't hold his gaze and chooses to look rather away from the man, who seemingly gets impatient second by second.

Levi Ackerman is known for being able to persuade people, to convince them at all cost. The easier or the harder way, it doesn't matter. Is he cold? Maybe. Emotionless? Probably. Ruthless? Definitely. But there is one more thing, which describes him more than anything...loyalty. Loyal to the Jaeger family.

Grisha chose him as his Consigliere years before and Levi never made him regret it. Not even once. And it's not going to be different today either.

Levi knows his conversation partner is getting nervous. A slight line of sweat covers his forehead, his knees can't stop jumping up and down under the table. He finds it kind of funny. After all Bastien is the head of a mafia family and still anytime they meet the man looks...terrified.

The glass of wine on the table shakes as Levi slams his palm against it. -Bastien, focus! -his gaze burns a hole into the man's skull, his cold voice makes him shiver. -I'm going to ask one more time -Levi clears his throat, while grabbing the glass from the table and slightly spilling the wine around. -Please, sign the document.

Bastien loosens the tie around his neck and bites his lower. -Levi -he pulls a fake, nervous smile- You know as well as I do that I cannot do this. And now please leave my house!

-Hmm... -Levi hums as he closes his eyes and lets the fresh spring air enter his lungs. Deep breath, filling his insides, before he shuts his eyes wide open once again. -Alright -he pushes the chair back, slowly standing up, gathering the folder and the documents from the table.

-Yeah, Ackerman. You heard him -one of Bastien's people feels the urge to show off- Better be going right now, otherwise you might not be able to leave anymore.

Instantaneously Bastien pushes his chair back as well, clenching his jaw, staring with a vicious glare. The act of a weak, nervous niemand disappeared in a heartbeat. -That's your last call? -Levi stands straight before the man. -Just fuck off for God's shake! -Bastien feels the gut to yell.

Levi clicks his tongue. The hard way it is then. -he thinks to himself as walking out of the balcony, following the path through the garden, which leads to the gate of the mansion. The wind keeps blowing, moving the branches of the trees with elegance. The second the voice of the airplane hits his ear a tiny smirk appears in the corner of his mouth. He slightly bites his bottom lip, speeding up his steps.

-What the fuck does this airplane? -Bastien turns to his people, but no one can answer his question. The mansion is surrounded with a huge grape plantation, thousands and thousands of plants until the sun sets down. -It shouldn't fertilize until next week -he frowns. And as the plan flies high above the mansion, still realizing the stinky fluid, Bastien gets uneasy. -Boss? -one of the men asks confused- Is it...is it petrol?

-Fucking hell! -Bastien gasps- Ackerman! -he yells from the top of his lungs.

Levi pulls a satisfied smirk as he hears them scream in fear. He's searching through his pocket...for a lighter. As soon as he grabs and clicks it he keeps walking forward. He doesn't even look back, when he drops the lighter behind his shoulder to the ground. The flames rushes through the grass without mercy, eating everything and everyone between.

***

The gate opens automatically and he drives his car through. He feels quite tired despite the fact he already knows he won't be able to sleep too much anyway. After he parks the vehicle, walks in the house.

-Where is he? -Levi asks the maid with a bored tone.

-In his office room, sir -she bows deep immediately.

Eren sits behind an enormous desk loaded with tons of folders, documents and things he doesn't really care about. Holding an ice cold beer in his hand, daydreaming about being free. Free of everything he has to deal with since his father, Grisha passed away. Surprisingly it was a natural cause, which is pretty rare considering the way of life they all live. A slight knock on the door snaps him back to reality. -Come in -he sighs frustrated, but eases the second he realizes it's Levi standing there.

-How was it? -he yawns big, turning around in his chair.

-It's done, boss -he says, clenching his jaw. Levi has been loyal since the day the Jaeger family took him in and gave him the opportunity to prove his place. And even if he hates the fact Grisha is no more, he knows he has to protect the reckless boy in the chair. Eren isn't the oldest son of Grisha, but Zeke is just not capable of controlling a family business like that. Zeke and his world savior theories.

The night before his former boss passed he made Levi vow of protecting his sons, his family. And he might be a heartless murderer, but he is true to his words that's for sure.

-Boss -Levi sighs deeply, taking a seat across Eren- Bastien is not a threat anymore, but we need to be focused. Since your father passed away the other families see us as a weakend, wounded dog, which could be killed easily. We need to be prepared!

-Yeah, yeah. I know -Eren waved- But you can control this shit, can't you? -he raises one of his eyebrows.

-I can -he presses out the words from his mouth and tries his best not to slap the boy in front of him. He has seemingly no idea how important it is to keep things in hand. They could be easily wiped out and it seems he doesn't even care about it. Or probably he's just too stupid to see it. But even if he would love to walk up to Eren, grab his head and smash it into the desk he sighs deeply and leaves his office.

-I miss you, old man -he murmurs under his nose as he closes the door behind him.

***

People in white, long coats are walking around in a room. As the door shuts open almost all of them jump in fear. They already know what's going to happen. Control, reckoning, threatening.

-How's it going? - Reiner asks impatiently.

-It's going fine, sir -one of the men answers with a shaking voice- But we need some more time. It is...it is not entirely finished yet.

-Excuses, excuses all the fucking time -Reiner hums, while circling around in the room- What if I say you don't have any more time, huh? -he grabs one of the men randomly, pressing the lands of the rifle against his temple.

-Stop it! -Paul, the leader of the researchers shouts- Stop this madness for fuck's shake!

-Look at him! -Reiner grins, pushing the man in his grip to the ground, walking slowly up to Paul- Did you hear that Bertolt? He thinks he has the right to yell at me. AT ME?! Do you have any idea who I am, you piece of shit?

-We...we need more time. It's not finished yet. If you realize it in this state, it will kill innocent people. I can't ...I can't let it happen -he straightens himself up.

Reiner smirks, clicking his tongue, because he knows he's going to kill this man no matter what. But first he wants to tease him just a tiny bit.

-So, what do you say how much time you need? -Reiner bites his lower lip.

-Well, maybe 2-3 wee...-Paul gets cut in mid sentence by a loud bang. Reiner looks entertained as he watches the man collapsing dead to the ground.

***

You are asked to the office room. Rod Reiss wants to see you, as one of the servants informs you. Thoughts rushing through your mind, trying to figure out what's the case. He doesn't really ask for you in the late hours of the night, like this.

-Did you want to see me, boss? -you fix your clothes, stepping into the room.

-Y/N, please sit down -he offers a seat in front of him.

-What's wrong? -you frown, finding his act suspicious.

-It's about your father -he sighs deeply- I was informed he suffered a deadly accident in the labor today.

-WHAT? -you yell, eyes widening in disbelief.

-I'm sorry, dear. I don't know what went wrong. Reiner came back and filled me with this information. But believe me, I'm going to find out! -lies dripping from his mouth. Reiner told him exactly everything about the evening, he was more than aware of the situation, but decided to lie to you.

***

A week later:

You can't accept the fact everyone tells you about that accident. No one can actually confirm what happened that evening, not even his coworkers. All of them look terrified and it makes your blood boil even more.

The night of the funeral you walk back and forth in your living room, then suddenly grab your jacket and rush out of the house. Speeding to one of his friends, who worked with your father for years. You don't care what you have to do...but you will get the truth out of him. The harder or the easier way, it's totally up to the man.

-Y/N, please -he's begging, blood running down his jaw as he watches you pointing the gun exactly to the temple of his wife.

-Tell me the truth, Steve -you hiss- Or swear to God she's going to sleep with the fishes.

-Stop! -he screams- Let her go for fuck's sake.

-You have 10 seconds to answer me...-you clench your jaw- 9...8...7- you start to count down.

The man looks desperate, making a decision, which he knows is going to be his death warrant. But he's ready to die, if he can save the life of his wife.

-It was Reiner -he finally gives in.

-What? -you turn your face to him, fire burning in your eyes.

-He killed your father, because -he stops for a second- Paul didn't want to let them sell the medicine yet. It is not finished, it's poisonous and probably will kill thousands of people once it gets to the market.

-What about Rod? -you clench your jaw- Does he know what happened to my father?

-Yes -he whispers.

There's a blank moment. You freeze in your action, slowly lowering the gun, closing your eyes. Rod betrayed you after everything you've done for him, for the family. Being his consigliere was never an easy job to do, but you were always loyal. Always...and what do you get in return? Lies...You feel as you lose your mind, cannot think straight anymore. Steve isn't brave enough to move, he knows...he knows you would be able to kill both of them in a blink of an eye. But you don't care about these two people anymore. Only one thing flashes in your mind. You are going to kill Rod Reiss, the head of the richest mafia family in the town.

As you step outside of the house it starts to rain without mercy. You drive your car in silence, gripping the steering wheel, staring strictly forward. When you slow down in front of the gate you take a deep breath before stretching your neck left and right.

You hear the click through the device on the wall.

-I want to talk with Mr. Jaeger -you say with an ice cold tone.

-Who are you? - the voice asks impatiently.

-Y/N L/N -you stop for a moment- Consigliere of the Reiss family.

There's no answer for long minutes before you see the gate slowly open and you drive through. Several men in gear are waiting for you in front of the house. You slide out of the car, holding your hands up, showing them you are unarmed.

-Move! -one of the men steps behind you, pushing you forward and you let him. Walking through a long corridor you feel your heart pounding in your throat. Suddenly feeling weak and nauseous, but you don't have the luxury of falling apart at this moment.

The second you make eye contact with the boss you feel uneasy. The fact you've never met him before makes everything even more uncomfortable. A tall, well-built, young man with a quiet handsome face and fiery emerald green eyes. At first you don't even recognise the another man in the room, a shorter one with raven hair sitting in a corner, legs crossed. His eyes could kill you without hesitation. Levi -you imaginary rolling your eyes. You hate that rat from the bottom of your heart.

-So -Eren clears his throat- I happened to hear you have something to tell me, Ms. L/N.

-I'm here to bargain -you force the words out of your mouth.

-Please enlighten me! -Eren pokes his tongue against his inner cheek.

-Do you want to take down the Reiss family? -you ask with so much ease in your voice as it would be the most natural thing to ask in the middle of the night.

-What's the trick? -Eren hums suspiciously- You are his consigliere, aren't you?

-Not anymore.

-Since when? -Levi looks at you with pierced eyes.

-Since he betrayed me and killed my father -you tilt your head slightly.

Long minutes pass in silence, Eren eying you up and down, frowning his brows in disbelief. Levi doesn't say anything either, once rolling his eyes in annoyance and that's it. He acts like you are not even in the room anymore.

-And you expect me to believe you?

-Ask me anything to prove I'm not lying -you straighten up confident.

-Give me something, because I'm sorry, but your words mean nothing to me -Eren yawns big.

-In district Maria there's a building...Under that building there's a secret room with a high class safe, which contains a lot of compromising dates about the Reiss family.

-And how do you know about it? -Eren keeps being skeptical.

-With all due respect, sir. Don't you trust your consigliere with every secret you have? -you pull a slight smirk in the corner of your mouth.

Eren turns to Levi immediately and that one move tells more than thousands words could.

-Alright -he nods- Bring me those files, everything and then I'll help you wipe that family out.

-Thank you, sir -you sigh in relief.

-But only with one condition -Eren holds up his index finger- Levi -he turns to the man in the corner- you have to go with her.

-Boss... -Levi growls.

-I said what I said, and now get the fuck out of my office.

Levi would love to punch Eren in the face really hard...with a fucking chair. But he can't do that. As he slowly stands up he's aware not to look at you at all. On purpose he walks too close to you, bumping his shoulder into yours. He hates you and the feeling is mutual that's for sure.

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BARE YOUR TEETH AND LOSE YOUR TONGUE, PROLOUGE. DEMON OF DIMOVKA

premise. King Levi Ackerman of Paradis holds little to no interest in anyone or anything which doesn't pose a direct threat to his country. That is until you, the Demon Tsar of Dimovka, propose an arranged marriage between yourself and Levi's adopted brother in order to adjoin the two countries in a lasting peace treaty (and to weasel your way into overthrowing another country he suspects). After that, Levi is much more interested in the empire of Dimovka, a certain infamous Imperator who rules over it, and ending the arranged marriage before you can sink your teeth into his country.

word count. 3334

note. future chapters will not be this short (this ones just 1000 short but i digress) but upwards of 4000 words. i need to be locked away from jane austen novels, please read it for my sake before i literally explode. afab reader, she/her pronouns

chapter list.

Have you heard the rumors from Dimovka?

Since the massacre of the imperial Veselovsky family, the people believe their new ruler to be unstable. As if one too many cold winters has frozen over their heart. They say the new Tsar personifies the winter months of Dimovka as if they themselves were wrought from the snow. Cruel and merciless, unforgiving to the passions of the previous season. Slaughtering what lies naked and unprotected, unable to defend from the chill of December. And they rage like those winter months, heartless and unrelenting. Nothing but the bitter freeze of anger to drive their soul.

Some say the Tsar is a woman, born of no noble rank and who once held a position of military strength. Others say a man of bastardized royal blood, driven out with overwhelming humiliation of the previous Tsar Mislov Veselovsky IV. Yet most agree that they are more beast than human. With no redeeming qualities yet to be seen and an iron grip of fear over the empire. They are called Tsar with a waver in one’s tone and a shake of one’s hand. They are called Imperator with a quiver of the lip and a hesitation budding on their tongue. They are called Bies with the utmost certainty from all.

It’s said that former Tsar Mislov IV was killed with their sword. Slit on the throat and gouged of eyes. It’s said that his corpse was flung from the castle onto the pavilion below. That his organs spilled from his stomach and his empty eyes lamented with vermillion tears. That the stains of his mangled corpse smothered the blanced snow in a sea of red-- that the cobblestone latent underneath has been stained since. It’s said his heart was cut from his chest and found between the teeth of Bies. And there it remained with fangs dug into the brute of the vessels and a tongue resting flat beneath it. It’s said that those who saw the body of Tsar Mislov IV were convinced that no man could have committed such an act, as it was more ferocious and condemning than hell itself.

Have you heard that the Tsar of Dimovka is most thought to be the devil?

That the only religion spoken from the native tongue is that of violence?

That the empire will fall at the hands of a holy war?

Have you heard that the Tsar of Dimovka is coming to Paradis for talks of unity?

309, PARADIS, june

The kingdom of Paradis is not exempt from the callous gaze of Dimovka.

The normally humid and hot weather of June has subsided to an ugly frost, the streets darkened and chilled. The countrysides frozen over with hatred of the North, the sea muddied grey, the forests choked with a wintry grasp. The previously vibrant wildlife has become decayed and lifeless. The shops closed and boarded up. The lively streets diluted down to nothing but imperial guards and citizens peering curiously outside of their curtained windows. The world moves at a snail’s pace, slowing down to accommodate the arrival of the continent's most feared dictator. The streets of Paradis are silent. But not so much the homes.

For the people whisper in their walls, rumors and stories of Dimovka. Ill will towards their people and curses towards the Tsar. Murmurs of bloodshed and hints of despair. Uneasy and unsettled, the people huddle in their homes. Fingers tensing at every drop of a pin and head snapping with each rustle of the pebbles resting upon the cobblestone outside. And in their solace, they await the Tsar’s arrival with a tentative curiosity.

In contrast, the King of Paradis remains unfeeling in his throne.

His Imperial Highness Levi Ackerman matches the borean freeze of Dimovka.

Said to be an indifferent man, his highness befits the image. A beneignant ruler born from nothing of account with a leaning bias towards military matters (after all, he did serve in the Paradisan army for quite many years before his ascension to the throne). Yet, his words hold no emotion, his decrees no passion for his country. To his people, he is a spirit which only unearths itself on rare occasion. A beautiful man with features that could be mistaken for that of Venerable Venus and an anger corresponding to Malignant Mars. A myth of a ruler which is more folk tale than true. The people of Paradis are haunted by his reputation yet at peace with his command. The country is in flourish. A golden age. One which could quickly rupture under the weight of Dimovkan politics and the steel toed boots of its leader.

It’s said that the Tsar will arrive with one hundred white stallions and the infamous army of one thousand men-- a regiment of soldiers under the Imperator’s direct command, famed for their massacre of the Veselovky lineage. It’s said that Bies will approach in a snow-furled carriage with two white wolves who are thought to have ravaged the previous royal line in a feat of fury. It’s said that evil and war will awaken in their path. That the destruction which has supposedly conquered Dimovka will spread its poisonous venom to the streets and livelihood of Paradis. That the Tsar will unfurl their blackened, tattered wings, uncovering their three pronged tail and curved horns mounted from their forehead. It’s said that the Imperator will spit blood and fire with a forked tongue and reptilian irises. That the ruler of the Northern territory will slaughter the King on his very throne.

These rumors have not escaped the ears of the Special Operations Squad, a band of royal guards who protect the King with their lives. They are those who graduated at the top of their respective academies. Those who have won battle after battle within an inch of their lives. They are the best soldiers which Paradis has to offer. And they spend their days of peace in the silent throne room, itching for an order from their commander. Or a motion of war from the Tsar. Something which has become an anticipated action from both the people and court. So they sit and stalk across the marble floors of the palace, fingers twitching and footsteps echoing. For they know as well as the King that Dimovka can offer nothing but troubles-- no matter how much their correspondence speaks of a treaty.

“Your highness! The Tsar has entered the city gates,”

Levi Ackerman shifts restlessly on his throne, legs crossed and head tossed back. His medals and jewels resound through the room as he lifts a fair hand in acknowledgement, fingers sliding lazily back into a fist. His sword rests prominently at his feet, just within grasp should any threat truly come to fruition. The fabric of his coat outlines him in a deep shadow, melding into the organized color of his opaque military uniform-- affited with strings of crystals and diamonds. Golden cords hang loosely from his shoulders, a matching sash trails from his right arm to left hip in the motions of a long lost lover. Raven hair falls before his countenance, masking scars from war and the somber bags beneath his tired eyes. He speaks no words, no whisper of a phrase. There is only stillness in the throne room. A stillness which he has become much accustomed to.

It’s reported that the Tsar rode into the city on a single white stallion before the head of their guards. Naught but twenty men rode behind, dressed in grey furs and adorned with sheathed swords. No faces could be made out, hidden beneath thick robes customary for the chill of their homeland. There were no hundred horses nor thousand men. No carriage or demonic imagery. The Imperator was nothing more than a ghost of white fur, a creature appropriate for the unsure fantasies which revolve around it.

It’s rumored that when King Levi first set his eyes upon the ferocious creature dressed in all white, he remarked them closest to Vihansa. That he commented on an elegance seen only in Var and a bloodlust most fervently associated with Sandraudiga. Likened to the gods, they are a beauty not yet held in the eye of affection. It’s rumored that Levi met their gaze with a bitter tongue and a frown. That he looked down upon them from his throne with unyielding eyes filled with resentment. That no praises of the mother tongue fell from his tongue. That he did not equate you to any such deity but spat upon your kneeled form with malice.

Rumors are nothing more but, however. And only those who were present for the meeting know the truth of the exchange.

“Your Royal Highness,”

“Tsar,”

Genuflecting on the ground, you offer a humble depiction of the famed dictator he has heard so much about. There’s no sigils of demonic entities nor blood dripping from sharpened fangs. There is no cocky smirk or arrogant glint fixed in the black of your pupils. You do not ooze bloodlust nor itch for the anticipation of a battle. You could easily be mistaken for nothing more than a hallucinated figure passing through the fallen snow. He can sense nothing from you, no hint of emotion nor plan. A trait which makes you particularly dangerous and unpredictable.

You're dressed in white military garbs with intricate silver designs of age old Dimovkan symbols laced over top of them. They’re well fitting, tailored to fit snugly on your shoulders where silver tassels sprout like the wings of Jegudiel and fall down as if cast from heaven. A high collar wraps its thick hands around your neck, silver and dainty as if it were a diamond necklace which belongs on the throats of the highest of aristocrats. From its pinky sprouts the bejeweled sigil of your motherland which bears down heavy on your chest, unmoving from its rooted hold on your collarbones. There is no sash nor triumphant medals of war which make a home on your frame except for a single, aged coat of arms which resides on the brute of your heart-- an indication of service in the Dimovkan military before your grasp of the rule.

Around your shoulders lays the heavy fur of white beasts, ruffling and nuzzling against your cheeks. It extends its reach with the continued length of alabaster cloak, every hem swallowed with the pelt-- providing the illusion that you truly did bring your fabled white wolves with you, stalking the court’s every move as they hover beneath you in wait. Your knees are coated with the length of your boots, affitted with argent riding heels and a plated support for your joints. They are dirtied from the travel, stained with a repugnant mix of dirt and blood which seeps into the previously clean throne room marble. In a likewise fashion, the white of your gloves have tattered down to a grisly grey-- a stain presiding in the shape of reigns rubbing deep into the cloth.

Your upper half remains unaffected by the journey in deep contrast to the mud-covered pants which layer your flesh. There is not a speck of dirt to be found from the elegance of your uniform to the full of your lips and the stare of your piercing eyes-- eye. For your left eye remains hidden underneath the protection of a medical eyepatch, nothing more than a minuscule shred of vermillion skin visible under its care. And yet with this one eye, you scrutinize him. Unwavering and unmatched in attention, you observe the mannerisms of his royal highness. Predator and prey. The consistency of your enduring inquiry leaves a pit winding in his stomach, traveling upwards to stall in his throat. The uneasiness he feels is unrivaled to any matter of war nor any other such individual. Levi doubts this will be the last he feels of it. There’s something about you that’s simply… animalistic.

“Stand,” he commands, lifting a hand to compel you, “You will find nothing there on the floor,”

You breathe out a flighty chuckle as you raise yourself to your feet, although it sounds devoid of humor, the laughter never reaching your eye. Nor a smile from touching your lips. Like Levi you remain insensate and stony, as if you too have forgotten how to perform the most rudimentary of emotions.

At your full height, you resemble utter regality and gentility. A beauty displayed in no living seraphs. An allure derived from Valhalla. The sunlight from the large, opened windows lap eagerly at your clothes, desperate to touch the beauty of your stature. And from there it consumes you, submerging you in a sea of warmer tones-- forcing the bleached color of your clothing to burn ever brighter and for the accents of encrusted diamonds to paint dancing jewels across the room, performing sagas of pirouettes and arabesques.

Your men crowd near the door, each unrecognizable from the next as they hide within their darkened furs. But they watch with attentive eyes and hands ready to strike. Each at your beck and call like a lapdog, prepared to perfectly perform their duty lest they be put down.

“Your letters spoke of a treaty, and yet I see no cause for such an alliance between us,” Levi sits his chin on his hand, peering down at you with a raised brow, “Surely, you are not so foolish to come here without rationale, Imperator”

“Of course not, your Majesty,” you meet his stare with a flicker of an unreadable emotion in your eye which travels down to the tip of your tongue, spilling out into your tone, “My hope for communion comes from the need of your littoral trade routes. I ask for alliance because I would take no joy in the needless bloodshed of conquering your country,”

You phrase it as a trivial matter. As if the domination and slaughter of Paradis is but an afterthought. Like you could, if you truly wanted too, at this very minute. The tension from your threat lingers in the air as thick as molasses, suffocating and choking any other thoughts from emerging from the mouths of the Paradiasan court. They roll their fingers anxiously and tap their feet, looking towards one another with skittish eyes and startled mouths. The hush of panicked murmurs is swift to fill the room, louder repetitions of specific words including ‘dead’ and ‘kill’ resound off the golden walls and arched ceiling. Your words do not fall upon deaf ears. The movement of the Special Operations Squad is silent through the crowd of the court. Effortless and soft, as if they are ghosts from future past. Untouched by inessential emotion and fueled with the itch of danger. The only one who remains unaffected and indifferent is that of the King. There is no sudden rush of anger or fear. Nor is there any change in his posture. He only continues his resolute gaze, uncaring and unafraid.

“And yet you speak of it as a possibility,”

“And yet I have not slaughtered you where you sit,”

Levi laughs, tossing back his head and allowing his previously crossed foot to snap to the floor with a forceful bang. It silences the remainder of the room. The reflection of his royal highness’s eyes shows no amusement, irises dripping in animosity. “Do you wish to?”

You offer him the flash of a minuscule smile, so quick that Levi must question himself if it ever happened in the first place. “If I did I would not say so here,”

“I suppose you’re right. Nor would I,”

There’s a pause, a brief moment of placidity which slackens time to a standstill. All breaths are held, all movements hampered, every thought suspended. It is all consuming. Devouring every person, every being, every thing. All except for you and his royal highness. Free from the clutches of stolen time, you do not swallow nor speak. There is nothing more than a momentary second of understanding. You know him just as well as he knows you. And despite never meeting one another prior nor speaking directly to one another in correspondence, it’s as if you have known each other your whole lives. Or a life previous to this one, perhaps. And then… you blink and time has restored itself back to the natural order of such things. Any shared feeling is gone, replaced with the simmering strain of unsaid words and the immovable force of distance.

“Do you trust me, your Highness?”

There is no hesitation in his response. “No,”

“Then allow me to earn that trust. A marriage,”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I’m asking for your blessing, your Majesty,” the glimmer in your eyes is knowing, calculated-- matching the playfully virulent tone of your voice, “To marry your brother, Crown Prince Furlan of Paradis. After all, wouldn’t you say that it’s better to keep your enemies close?”

It takes him no time at all to garner enough for a response, expression warped into something between speechlessness and irritation. “Absolutely not,”

“Oh? Could it be that you don’t wish for your bastard blooded brother to be Tsar?”

Wolfish eyes slide over to the younger heir, forcing his cheeks to burn with humiliation at both the weight of your insult and the heat of your stare. Under the scrutiny of your words, Furlan nearly shrinks back-- hiding himself among the shadows of the court in a fruitless attempt to escape the biting consideration of your narrowed eye. However, his absorption with avoiding your concern is quickly redirected to the clatter of the throne as Levi stands abruptly, grabbing his sword from its place at his feet in one fell movement. You should be distressed, fearful, even aghast, but you prevail in your steeled composure-- turning to face the King with a lazy drag of your head, as if you yourself have not yet spared him a second thought.

It’s only seconds before he reaches you, close enough that when he raises his sword, it brushes the delicate skin of your throat-- pricking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. The edge of it continues to skate upon your neck in a bitter hymn of a warning. To watch your words, lest you be removed of the ability to speak them.

“Remember your place, woman,”

“Remember mine?” you bark, bringing up a palm to clutch at the body of his sword-- scarlet blood spilling out from the wound and making its swift and foul descent to the floor where it sleeps in coagulated puddles, “You’d be best to remember yours. We are not yet comrades, Paradisan, it’s best to keep that in mind before addressing me like a common pet,”

It’s said the King and Tsar stood there for naught more than ten minutes.

That the altercation left the room stinking with the sour smell of iron and the enduring pressure of unamicable tensions. That the rage in Levi’s eyes is one reserved for the battle-field. That the calmness in yours reflected best the surface of the Eastern sea. It’s rumored that Levi nearly killed you for your insolence against his family and that you did nothing in return. That you only stood there at his mercy, hand wounded beyond a swift repair. That you looked upon him with a challenging gaze, as if you wanted him to make the first move. A declaration of war. So that, perhaps, you could conquer Paradis and gain the trade routes without any such proposed marriage. The people say that you and Levi shared a few, whispered words in turn with one another. That the agreement for the treaty came to be under these short, muttered breaths.

Have you heard that the King of Paradis made a treaty with the Tsar of Dimovka?

That they almost started a regional war over it?

Have you heard that the Tsar nearly lost a hand? That his Royal Highness was the cause?

Have you heard that the Demon of Dimovka is engaged to Imperial Prince Furlan of Paradis?

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