darkstarlight82

[darkstarlight82]

Hi Jelly, I absolutely loved ‘almost left alone’, that you so much for writing it!! Could I be really annoying and ask for a part 2? Maybe one of the people who her father owed money to wants to cash in on the debt and tries to forcibly take the reader as his wife/property. Levi simply won’t have that and fights him off. You can make it as intense and angsty as you want. His sister feels guilty after the ordeal and feels like she’s a burden for inviting trouble and being physically too weak. Levi firmly disagrees and reassures her. Thank you so much 😊💖💖

Please be aware that this story does contain discussions of sensitive issues.

Almost left behind Part 2

Yet another long day of not being with your brother meant you were cleaning the home, making food and fixing clothes. It was a nice life you had, and Levi promised you that you'd get out of the underground city. The two of you would discuss ideas for your above-ground home. Levi had so many ideas.

You flinched when the needle stabbed your finger. Blood seeped from your finger. "Damn." You cleaned and patched the wound. Levi had drummed it into your head that any wound needed to be treated right away, or something bad could happen.

A loud knock at the front door startled you. Levi had told you never to answer it when he's not there, so you stayed put and stared at the door in fear. You gathered your things up and started packing them away as the knocking got louder, the door bowing as it was struck.

Panic consumed you; you needed to go hide. Right as you were about to run, the door broke open, making you scream. You dropped to the floor as your father stumbled into the home with another man, who was a bit younger.

Your father grinned. "There yah are. Look at yah. Your brotha' has fed yah well. She's perfect, righ'?"

The man eyed you. "She's cute. Never would have thought she was from down here. She's young, plumper now and pretty. She'd make the perfect wife."

You shuffled away from him. "I don't want to get married to you."

He grabbed your upper arm and dragged you. "You were promised to me by your father. I need a young bride."

You kicked and screamed for your brother. "HELP!"

Your father spat on the floor. "Quit figh'ing, you lil bitch."

You clawed at the man's hand. "Let me go! I don't want to go! LEVI!"

The man yanked you so hard you flew out the front door and fell down the stairs. You hated how weak you were, how pathetic you were, how you were just a burden on others and Levi. You wanted to fight back so badly, but you couldn't. You knew it was due to your father's terrible treatment towards you that you'd become weak.

The man walked down to you. "Damn it, I bruised the goods."

Your father huffed. "She's still worth a lot."

"You're right." He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. "Thank you for your business. I'll take her now."

You screamed when something fast hit the man, causing you to be dropped. Luckily, someone caught you in time. You looked up and smiled through your tears. "Farlan."

Farlan winked at you. "Don't worry, we'll protect you." He held you close. "I'll take you inside because your big brother is pissed."

You clung to Farlan as he carried you inside. "I'm sorry."

He placed you in your seat with cushions and blankets. "You've got nothing to be sorry about, okay?"

"I'm so weak and I'm a burden."

"You're not. Levi loves you with all his heart." He cleaned up your wounds. "Your father neglected you, barely fed you and beat you. You've had a rough upbringing. You'll get stronger, but knowing your brother, he'll never want you to lift a finger again."

You smiled a little. "Yeah, you're right."

Levi sprinted inside as he shouted your name. He paused when he saw you before collapsing at your feet. "You're okay!"

"Yeah, just bruised."

He checked you over. "Tch, damn fuckers."

"Thank you for caring so much about me."

He knelt up and hugged you. "Of course, I care. You're my sister. I love you and I want to protect you."

You squeezed him. "I'll get stronger."

"You don't need to, okay? I'll always protect you." He pulled back and pinched your cheek. "I've made sure our father never bothers us again, okay? I have a plan to get out of here. We'll be leaving here very soon."

You smiled at him. "I can't wait."

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[darkstarlight82]

This is the first time I've posted anything I've written in over a year. So, be gentle. Use lube before critiquing me!

I'm on a huge Bakugo kick ever since watching MHA again so if this keeps up, prepare to see more. Can't promise anything though.

CW: Typical Bakugo, scent kink, p -> v. I'm rusty at naming all the triggering possibilities so let me know if anything pisses you off or rubs you the wrong way (NICELY) and I'll update the warning notes.

Katsuki loves you. But more than that, he loves how you smell.

Especially after you’ve been rolling around together, sweat drying, skin sticky, your scent stamped all over him.

That’s what first hooked him. At a coffee shop, he smelled you before he saw you. You walked past, and the invisible trail you left behind wrapped around his throat and never let go.

Vanilla. Something floral he couldn’t pronounce if you threatened him. A hit of amber. Whatever it was, he didn’t care—he just knew he needed it filling his lungs for the rest of his life.

Later, after a day of errands, you finally made it home. He helped you shrug off your jacket.

“Kats, you can let go now. My arms are free.” You smirked over your shoulder.

He caught the crinkle at the corner of your eyes and smiled back.

“Orrr?” you teased, turning to face him.

He shoved his nose against your neck and inhaled loudly, shameless. “I could just hold on longer.”

“Oh yeah?”

He kissed your forehead, then your mouth—hungrier, deeper.

“You smell so fucking good. I can’t with your body. Soft everywhere…” His hands slid under your shirt, palms rough down your waist. “…so fucking soft. Drives me insane.”

He started pushing you toward the couch, lips still messy against yours.

“The couch? Seriously?” you panted.

He groaned, already annoyed. “Tch. Spoiled fucking brat.” His grip stayed firm like he might ignore you—then, with a growl, he scooped you up and redirected toward the bedroom.

“That’s better,” you teased.

“Brat,” he muttered, tossing you onto the bed and crawling over you, eyes devouring you whole.

“I love you. I fucking love you. And I love how you smell.”

“Kats—”

“Shut up. I know you love how I smell too.” His smirk cut sharp, teeth catching at your lower lip. “Fangirls and their fucking scent kinks.”

He ground his hips into your core, dragging a whimper from your throat.

“What did I just say about your scent kink?” you teased, breathless.

His smirk went feral. “Sorry, can’t hear you over the sound of my hard-as-fuck cock. You’re dripping for me, smelling like fucking heaven—what the fuck do you expect me to do?”

“God, you’re disgusting. Is there anything else you like about me?”

“Mm… nope. Just your smell. Drives me insane.”

“You’re—unbelievable.”

“And you fucking love it.” He ripped his shirt over his head, muscles flexing, scars catching the light.

Your hands clawed down his torso, and he caught your chin, kissing you sloppy and deep, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. His free hand slid under your shirt, squeezing your tits hard enough to make you gasp.

“Kats—”

He cut you off with a growl, mouth trailing hot down your jaw, sucking at your throat until you felt the bruise blooming. “Shut up and let me taste you.”

Before you could answer, he shoved your pants and panties down in one move, fingers immediately pressing into your soaked folds. He groaned low, filthy, like it was the best thing he’d ever felt.

“Fuck, baby, you’re dripping. All this for me?”

You nodded desperately as he rubbed your clit in tight, messy circles, his fingers sliding lower to push inside. He pumped them deep, curling until your back arched off the bed.

“Ahh—Kats—fuck—”

“Not yet,” he muttered, pulling his fingers free just as you were about to cum. He licked them clean, eyes locked on yours. “You’ll cum on my cock, not my hand.”

He stripped the rest of his clothes off fast, cock flushed red and leaking. He dragged the thick head through your folds, coating himself in your slick, groaning as you squirmed beneath him.

“Katsuki, please—”

He shoved in slow, inch by inch, until you were stuffed full and whining. “Shit—fuck—you’re so tight. Warm as hell. This pussy’s mine.”

Your nails raked his back, legs wrapping tight around his waist. “Yours - fuck - all yours.”

That broke him. He started thrusting, deep and steady, grinding his pelvis against your clit every time he bottomed out. You moaned into his mouth, the wet slap of his hips against yours filling the room.

“Fuck—you feel unreal,” he gritted, sweat dripping down his temple. “I could stay buried in this cunt forever.”

He sped up, rougher now, each thrust harder than the last until you were gasping for air.

“Kats—I’m gonna cum—”

“Hold it,” he growled, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. His other hand slid between your bodies, rubbing your clit in brutal circles. “Wait for me, brat. You cum when I tell you.”

Your body shook with the effort of holding back, every muscle trembling as he fucked you harder, hips slamming into yours. His breath was ragged in your ear.

“Now,” he ordered, voice breaking. “Cum with me—fuck— fucking now.”

You shattered around him with a scream, your cunt clenching down so hard he almost sobbed. He thrust through it, sloppy and desperate, before cumming deep inside you with a guttural moan.

“Fuck—fuck—fuck—” he gasped, hips jerking as his release filled you, leaking out around his cock.

He collapsed over you, panting, still grinding shallowly like he couldn’t stand to pull out, his nose buried in your neck as he breathed you in.

“Still smell like fucking heaven,” he muttered, voice raw.

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[darkstarlight82]

Mine, even now

Organiser: @levievent "LeviMonth25"

Summary: Levi lost everything after the war but not you. You're not leaving him ever.

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Day 30: I'm with you, no matter what

The war is over. Humanity stands on fragile ground, free from Titans at last. Streets are quieter now, the air no longer filled with the echo of cannons or the fear of giants looming over the walls.

But for Levi, silence is not peace.

You find him by the window of the small room you now share. His wheelchair is angled slightly away from you, shoulders hunched forward. One hand grips the armrest tightly while the other hovers near his lap, his bandaged fingers twitching as if restless.

The scars tell the story better than words. His left leg barely moves anymore, his back stiff from crushed bones that never healed right. The eyepatch covering one eye is a constant reminder of how much he gave.

"Oi." His voice is quiet but firm when he hears you approach. "Didn't I tell you not to hover around me?"

You ignore the warning. "And didn't I tell you I don't listen to orders that stupid?"

His lips twitch, almost like he wants to smirk, but his expression hardens again. "Brat. I mean it. You shouldn't waste your time on a cripple. There's nothing left here for you."

You stop in your tracks, your chest tightening. For a moment, anger flashes hotter than any sadness. "What the hell did you just say to me?"

Levi turns his head slightly, his one grey eye narrowing. "You heard me. Go live your life. You're not chained here. Don't throw yourself away looking after someone who...." He cuts himself off, the words bitter in his throat.

You march straight up to him, leaning down so your face is level with his. Your hands grip the armrests of his chair, holding him in place though he doesn't try to move. "Levi. Don't you dare tell me to leave you. Not after everything."

His eye sharpens, jaw tight. "I'm telling you the truth. I can't protect you anymore. I can't even protect myself. What's the point of sticking around a useless old cripple?"

"Don't you ever call yourself useless!" Your voice cracks with fury, and his eye widens a fraction at your sudden outburst. "You've protected me my whole life. You've carried everything! Me, this world, the whole damn war on your shoulders. And now when I finally get the chance to take care of you, you tell me to leave?"

Levi opens his mouth but you cut him off, pressing a hand firmly against his chest. "I'm with you. No matter what. Do you hear me? Wheelchair, scars, missing eye—I don't care. None of it makes me love you less."

Silence presses between you. Levi stares at you, his throat working as if words are stuck there, choking him. His fingers tighten around the armrest, knuckles white.

"You deserve better," he mutters, voice rough.

You glare at him, eyes stinging. "Better than you? Don't make me laugh. There's no one better. You're it, Levi. You're stuck with my annoying ass forever, whether you like it or not."

For the first time, he looks away, his stoic mask cracking just slightly. His shoulders slump and you see his lashes tremble over his left eye.

"Tch," he mutters, voice breaking into something almost fragile. "You're really a pain in the ass."

You smile through the lump in your throat, brushing your hand gently against his cheek. "Yeah, but I'm your pain in the ass. And you're not getting rid of me, so stop trying."

He lets out a slow breath, the kind that sounds like surrender. His hand, trembling but steady in intent, reaches up and closes over yours. Warm, scarred, calloused.

"...You'll regret this," he whispers, though his voice lacks its usual bite.

"Not a chance," you reply instantly, squeezing his hand. "You're mine, Levi. I'll take care of you the way you've always taken care of me. And if you tell me to leave again..." you narrow your eyes, "...I'll be the one pissed, not you."

For a moment, the room is quiet again. But this time, it's not heavy. Levi leans back slightly in his chair, his grip on your hand tight enough to anchor him, to ground him in a world that feels less like loss and more like home.

His lips twitch again, finally allowing a ghost of a smirk to appear. "Hn. Stubborn brat."

You laugh softly, leaning down to kiss the top of his dark hair. "Get used to it."

And though he'll never admit it outright, Levi realizes then, your love is the one battle he can't fight and the one surrender he will ever regret.

[darkstarlight82]

✧˖° North Star ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

A postwar!Levi story

Chapter 14 - Now available on AO3!

Levi prepares for his first race and you prepare to leave Pulsella, but a figure from the past may change everything.

The days are getting longer now, and as Levi makes his way to the stables, the sun is just making its descent behind Mount Aspe. He takes a moment to look at the mountain and thinks back to the winter solstice and you in the snow, barely alive. In that cave, with the fire blazing and bodies entwined, he’d held you tighter than he’d ever held anyone.

What he wouldn’t give to hold you again, but in different circumstances.

No, any chance there was for that is gone, he’s sure of that.

Levi looks in the direction of your house. There’s smoke coming out of the chimney and drifting above the trees. Those boys better be taking care of that house, he thinks to himself. Maybe he should go over there and make sure the place is clean, the way you like. 

Because you’re coming back, he just knows it. You’re there to work, not to find love. And you wouldn’t leave your home and friends behind.

Right?

 He looks away from your home and turns his heels in the direction of the stables, calling himself a dumbass for even thinking such thoughts. The derby is fast approaching. He needs to focus. 

He can’t afford to be thinking about you.

--//--

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[darkstarlight82]

Hi could you do a canon Levi oneshot where reader has a wardrobe malfunction where her shirt rips exposing her bra. She feels really vulnerable and embarrassed, trying to cover up and some male scouts start hassling her. Levi walks past and sees what’s going on and he’s livid. Maybe some fluff/comforting in the end. Thank you!! (Reader and him aren’t together but he has admired her from affar)

So, as a big-chested woman, this has happened to me before, so I'll base it a bit on my experiences.

Shirts

"A-ah!" The button on your shirt in front of your breasts ripped off, flew off and left your bra and breasts visible. "Sh-shit."

"WOAH! Look at THOSE!" A guy cheered.

"Finally! We get to see those big boys!" His friend replied.

Before you knew it, you had a little gathering of a few male scouts. You were trying to cover up your chest, but it was becoming impossible. You already hated the size of your chest because you had clothing issues as a result, but to add to it, some men tended to think you were easy or a whore. You couldn't help the size. You just wanted to be treated normally.

Tears gathered in your eyes. "Please let me go, I need to go home."

One stopped you. "Ah, come on, let us look."

Another laughed. "Yeah, you keep those hidden away all the time."

"Jump up and down for us, make those things bounce!" Shouted one.

You tried to leave, but they kept blocking you. "I want to go."

Levi was going for a walk to clear his head of you. He'd admired you for a long time and longed to be with you, but he didn't think much of himself. He was trying to think of ways to approach you and ask you on a date. The two of you would have tea together, you'd talk on walks, and he often got you to help him with his paperwork. You bonded often, and yet he longed for more.

"Stop, please." Your voice cracked with emotion.

Levi whipped his head to look over. Rage filled him when he heard the comments being made about you. He raced over to you, shoved the men away and saw you in tears, trying to cover yourself up. He whipped his cape off, wrapped it around you, and put the hood up so you could hide a little.

He softened his voice. "It's okay, I'm here."

You sniffled. "Mm."

He pulled you against him before glaring at the scouts. "Tch, you little shits." He barked. "How dare you! Who the fuck do you think you are? Do I need to beat some fucking sense into you lot? You're all on bathroom cleaning duty for a month." He heard them whine. "And a month of stable duty. I'm reporting this to Erwin, and knowing him, he'll string you up by your fucking balls and hang you on the base walls. Now, got to the stables, NOW." He watched them run off as they shouted how sorry they were. "Tch, garbage."

You lifted your head. "Levi."

"I'm sorry this happened to you."

"I'm used to people saying things about my chest."

He sighed. "You shouldn't be used to it. It shouldn't happen." He guided you into the building. "Come on."

"Thank you."

He smiled softly as his heart fluttered. "No need to thank me. I'm always happy to help you."

You hummed. "You're a good Captain."

He cleared his throat as his cheeks burned; he felt like it was now or never to confess something to you. "I didn't do it because I'm your Captain. I did it because I care about you."

Your eyes seemed to sparkle as you gazed at him. "You care about me?"

He nodded. "More than a Captain, and more than a friend."

You cuddled up to him. "G-Good."

He gulped. "Y-Yes." Levi got you to his room and office and began helping you with your shirt. He gave you a top of his to wear while he assessed your shirt. "Hmm, I'm not sure if I can repair this."

"Damn."

"If it's not too rude to ask, how many of these shirts have you done this to?"

You laughed. "A few. I keep repairing them, but this one gave up on life."

Levi hummed as he looked at the damage. "It's just torn." He sighed. "We'll have to get you a new shirt." He looked over at you. "I'll talk to Erwin about getting better clothing for uniforms. Maybe it'd be better if you had a fitted shirt, or a custom one."

"I don't think I could afford a custom one."

He blushed a little. "Would you let me treat you to one?"

"As my Captain or?"

He gripped your shirt in his hands. "As someone who cares about you and wants to date you."

You shuffled closer to Levi and kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

He turned his head and gazed at you. "You know, I've admired you from afar for a long time. I've never known how to approach you."

"Well, all you needed to do was say. Hey, I like you."

He gulped as you leaned closer. "Hey, I like you."

You smiled. "Good. And then, you lean closer and kiss me. Like so."

Levi crashed his lips against yours before you could initiate the kiss. He dropped your shirt, tangled his fingers in your hair and kept kissing you. He hadn't really kissed anyone before, so he wasn't sure he was doing it right, but you were kissing him back and clinging to him.

He released your lips and felt himself heat up when you cuddled up to him. "W-Was that o-okay?"

You looked up at him and smiled. "It was perfect."

"I've just...never...I worry."

You caressed his cheek. "Well, how about we keep kissing so you get some practice."

He perked up. "Yes."

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[darkstarlight82]

Hi, could I request an underground Levi oneshot. He finds out reader is his long lost younger half-sister from his biological father. She’s very shy and delicate (total opposite of her brother) and he comes and saves her from their father who she’s been living with and has been abusing her all that time. He grows very protective of her as she lives with him, Farlan and Isabel and she as a result finds a true sense of belonging with them all. (Relationship between them is platonic of course.)

Hopefully this all makes sense and isn’t too boring. Love your writing 😊

Please be aware that this story does contain discussions of sensitive issues.

Almost left behind

Never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd look for his father, but here he was with a note in hand and an address. The thought of seeing the man who used his mother and left made him feel sick to his stomach, but he'd heard that he kept a daughter with him whom he'd recently been trying to sell off to men, or a possible husband.

Levi knocked on the door and heard his drunken father tell him to fuck off. He knocked again and waited for him to open it. When he stared at his mess of a father, he realised he only gained his weight and harsh look from him; that was it. He was thankful his good looks were from his mother.

His father spat on the floor by Levi's boot. "The fuck you want?"

"I'm here for your daughter."

"Wuh? You wanna fuck 'er?" He jutted his chin up. "Money up front."

Levi snarled. "I'm here to take her away. She's my sister."

After a pause for his drunken brain to understand, he bellowed a laugh. "Another one of yah, ay? I got two kids. Who did I fuck for you?"

"Kuchel."

"Nice as she was." He sniggered. "You look like 'er." He eyed Levi's body. "Put a wig on yah and I'll give her one last go."

"Chew on glass."

"Well," he sighed ", if you ain't here for fucking, then piss off."

Levi closed his eyes when the door was slammed in his face. He released a long, irritated sigh and heard muffled talking getting louder. His eyes widened when he heard screaming and begging. Levi kicked the door, causing it to obliterate and burst open. He raced inside to see his father have a fistful of a white dress in his hand, his fist raised, and a small and badly bruised pretty girl on the floor.

He saw the desperation in your eyes; it was like seeing his mother when she was hurt by those terrible men who paid her for her time. Levi saw red. He attacked with all his fury, fist meeting flesh, blood spreading and bones cracking.

When he came to his senses, there was blood everywhere, and his father was gargling on his own blood and vomit. He dropped him to the floor and looked over at you, cowering in the corner. This wasn't how Levi wanted things to go; you weren't supposed to be afraid of him.

He moved closer to you and crouched. "Hi." He said your name. "Right?"

You nodded. "Mm. Y-yes."

"I'm Levi." He looked down at himself. "Tch, I look disgusting." He glanced back up at you. "Sorry, this wasn't what I had in mind for our first meeting."

"First...meeting?" You moved closer to him. "Are you here to marry me?"

He laughed a little. "No, no, I'm here to save you. I'm your brother."

Your eyes lit up. "Brother?"

He nodded and offered his hand. "We share the same father. I'm sorry about that."

You took his hand and moved closer to him. "Mm, we're unlucky. At least we had pretty mums."

He smiled. "Yeah, yeah, we did." He reached for you. "I'm going to pick you up and carry you to my home now, okay?"

"Okay."

Levi scooped you up into his arms and saw you wince a bit, which meant you were a very broken young woman. The two of you talked as you walked together. He found out you were four years younger than him and you had been living with your mother until your father came, fought her and ended up killing her by accident and taking you away. You'd been working hard, looking after your father until he got himself into debt and needed to sell you.

He was glad he got to you when he did, but a part of him wished he had gotten to you sooner. The two of you got to know each other while staying at his home. All Levi could think about was a life where his mother, your mother and the two of you lived above with a large garden. He could see the two of you playing, chasing butterflies and feeding birds. He could tell that the damage done to you by your father, the damaged joints and bones, meant you couldn't be strong like him, so his dream was to take care of you and live in a cosy home together.

"I got you this." Farlan smiled as he offered you a ball of tissue. "I hope you like it."

You smiled sweetly at your brother's friend. "Thank you." You unwrapped it to discover it was a piece of silken fabric. "Oh, wow!"

"You can tie it in your hair."

Levi grabbed it from you. "I'll do it. You're not touching my sister."

Farlan smirked as he folded his arms. "Protective."

"I am. So what?" Levi carefully tangled your hair around the fabric before tying it. "There."

You checked in the cracked mirror and grinned. "It's perfect! Thank you, Farlan."

Levi stopped you from hugging him. "Nope, no hugging him."

Isabel threw her arms out. "What about me!?"

Levi sighed. "You pass."

Isabel threw herself into your arms. "Yes!"

You giggled as you hugged Isabel. "I do like cuddles."

Levi frowned. "Well, if you like them so much, why don't you hug me more?"

"I already hug you a lot."

"Well, you could do it more."

"I will."

Farlan nodded to the door. "Levi."

Levi sighed. "Yeah, yeah, time to go." He ruffled your hair. "Remember my rules."

You nodded. "Answer the door to no one, lock up the place and bar the door. You'll all come back through the window."

"And?"

"And, I need to hide in the special room you made me if someone breaks in."

"Good. Now, hug."

You hugged your brother tightly. "Be safe, all of you. I'll have dinner ready for when you get back."

Levi petted your head. "We'll be rushing back if you're cooking. Your cooking is the best."

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[darkstarlight82]

Guard of your heart

Organiser: @levievent "LeviMonth25"

Canon era! Comforting love! Fluffy romance! 900 words!

Summary: Levi thinks you're too weak to protect him until you remind him that while you can't shield his body, you can guard his heart.

Tags: @theremainsof @spouseofleviackerman @levisbrat25 @itsnathateasy @violentvaleska @meowmewow7 @dreamerofthewest @mikabella7 @satorella @sugacor3 @darkstarlight82 @derealizationns @sweetheartzs @raginginferno267 @beth-nina

Day 27: What do I need protection from, you?

Levi's room feels heavier than usual. Papers scatter across Levi's desk, ink stains fresh from his notes. His jaw is tight, lips pressed into a thin line. You can tell hes already in a foul mood, the kind of day where every little thing sets him off.

Makes sense because today he's signing the reports of the soldiers who died in the recent expedition. He's probably blaming himself for their deaths, not being able to protect them. So you decide to check on him. When you step in, he doesn't even look up. His hands are clenched, his pen scratching too hard against the paper until the nib nearly breaks.

"Levi," you call softly, leaning against the doorframe.

His eyes finally lift, grey and sharp, cutting through you like a blade. "What do you want?"

You walk over anyway, unfazed by his tone. "Just checking on you."

His glare hardens. "Tch. Don't waste your time."

You fold your arms, a small smile tugging at your lips. "But I'm here to protect you."

The words hang in the air like smoke. Levi blinks, then scoffs in disbelief, pushing his chair back with a sharp scrape. "Protect me? Don't be ridiculous." His voice rises slightly, strained with irritation. "How the hell are you going to protect me? You can't even hold your stance properly during drills. You're not strong. If anything, you'd slow me down."

His words come out harsher than he intends, sharp enough to sting. He snaps his gaze away instantly, jaw tightening showing he already regrets saying it.

But instead of looking hurt, you chuckle quietly, shaking your head. "You're right. I can't protect you physically. Not like you protect everyone else."

Levi frowns, eyes narrowing at your calmness. "Then what the hell are you talking about?"

You step closer, slow but steady, until you're standing right in front of him. His brows twitch, just faintly but he doesn't move.

"I mean this," you say gently, tapping a finger against his chest right over his heart. "I can protect this."

Levi stiffens. "What kind of useless shit is that supposed to mean?"

You smile, soft and unshaken. "It means I can protect you from your harmful thoughts so that you won't blame yourself. Your secrets are safe with me. If you need to rage, if you need to curse, if you need to break down, do it with me. You don't have to keep it all bottled up and hurt yourself more. Your heart's safe with me, Levi."

His brows furrow, his gaze unreadable. The silence stretches, heavy with words unsaid.

"You don't understand," he speaks finally, voice low and rough. "Carrying this weight isn't something you can just share. I don't want your pity. I don't want to dump my shit on you."

"It's not pity," you counter softly. "It's trust. You carry so much already. Let me carry some of it with you. Not on the battlefield. Here. With me."

Levi looks away sharply, his fists tightening on his knees. You catch how his jaw works as if he's fighting something inside him. His silence says enough, your words hit deeper than he wants to admit.

You don't push further. Instead, you walk to his shelf, grab his favorite tin, and brew him a fresh cup of tea. The quiet clink of porcelain fills the room as you place it in front of him after some times.

"Drink this," you say simply.He stares at the steaming cup, then at you. "You really are a pain in the ass."

You grin, waving lightly as you head toward the door. "Maybe. But I'm your pain in the ass. Remember, you can come to me anytime."

For a moment, all Levi can do is watch your back as you leave, the faint scent of tea and warmth lingering behind you. His hand hovers over the cup before wrapping around it, the warmth seeping into his cold fingers.

And though he would never admit it out loud, the weight pressing on his chest feels just a little lighter.

"Tch…" he mutters under his breath, taking a sip. "…brat."

[darkstarlight82]

I've been dreaming about Levi getting worship by 3 different version of yn from different time (before they got together, present, future where yn a is a mother) ever since I read your recent fic Hot breath

This oneshot is 18+; minors do not interact.

Elation

Levi was sure he was dreaming; it had to be a dream because the technology wasn't there for this, so he was going to enjoy this dream. He knew there was no chance this would happen, but he was going to sink into his blissful dream and deal with his erection when he woke up. He knew you loved morning sleepy sex with him. It'd be perfect.

It first started with a heated dream of you and him kissing, which then led to his favourite pastime, eating you out. He was devouring you so perfectly, your moans like music while you tugged on his hair and clenched his head with your perfect thighs.

When he almost got lost in you, he felt a feathery touch on his back. He stopped enjoying you and looked up to see you, but you were a bit different. "Uh..."

The other-you, leaned down and kissed him. "It's me, sweet hubby. Well, me in a few years when we have a baby." Mother-you kissed him again.

Levi was confused. "Baby?"

You sat up on the bed and giggled. "Levi, this is your dream. You want a baby with me?"

He looked at mother-you then back to current-you. "Y-Yes. You know I have the kink to breed."

You crawled closer to him. "You're so cute. I want to nibble you."

Mother-you purred. "I want to kiss him all over."

Levi shifted back onto the bed as you both moved closer to him, your clothes peeling away from your divine bodies and his. "Oh...fuck..."

You massaged his abs. "You have a naughty mind, Levi Ackerman. Three of me? Huh?"

Levi frowned. "Three?"

Young-you sat on the bed and caressed his chest. "Yeah, three."

Levi's eyes widened. It was you in your early 20s, right before you became a couple. "H-Hi."

Young-you rubbed his chest and hummed a laugh. "Hi."

You grabbed his cheeks and made him look at you. "Do you miss this me?"

Levi gulped. "I love the you I have with me every step of my life. I just...I wish I had you as mine sooner."

You smiled as mother-you massaged his thighs and young-you nipped his chest. "You were so scared to ask me out." You dove for his neck and bit before licking. "Now I have you all to myself." You took his arms and pinned them above his head. "You'll let me worship you, right?"

"I ah...yes?"

You tied up his wrists and straddled his chest. "You have a lot of naughty thoughts." You giggled as he glanced down. "Oh, you want to eat again?"

He licked his lips. "Please." He yanked on the restraints and moaned in delight as both young-you and mother-you licked up and down his cock together. "Fuck."

"You look so good like this."

He began panting as pleasure caressed his spine. "You..."

You shifted your body down and moved against his abs. "You know, it's cute your ultimate fantasy is all me, no other woman."

"Why would I ever think about another woman? You are perfect."

You leaned down and kissed him. "I'm one lucky woman."

Levi cleared his throat. "If...if this is my ultimate fantasy."

"Mm?"

He licked his lips. "Then I want to be deep inside you, cumming over and over so I can fill you."

You moved your hips down and moaned as both versions of you guided Levi's twitching cock deep inside you. "Mm, like this?"

He shivered. "Oh, fuck. You're so hot."

Mother-you pressed on Levi's pelvis as young-you helped you move your hips. "Levi." Mother-you cooed. "Make sure you fill her with everything you've got, that's what you did with me, and now we have a precious baby."

Levi nodded and bucked up into you. "I swear! I'll give you everything!" He grunted as young-you massaged his balls. "A-Ah."

Mother-you leaned over and kissed his neck. "Good boy."

Young-you kissed his thighs. "So full and heavy, he has plenty to give us."

You ran your hands down his body. "I love you, Levi."

Levi felt flustered when all versions of you said you loved him. "A-Ah." He thrusted up, making you cry out at an orgasm consuming you while his cum poured deep into you. "Fuck."

You purred and panted. "More."

Levi nodded. "Yes." He pounded up again into you. "More."

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[darkstarlight82]

Jealous knight

This oneshot is 18+, minors do not interact

The way you laughed and smiled at the foreign prince here for a stay irritated Levi, and he didn't like how it was getting to him. He didn't want to be the jealous type; he knew you were a deeply in love couple, but here was this prince with white hair and blue eyes like some kind of snow prince trying to make moves on you. It was clear you were being polite, but still, it got to Levi.

He gripped the hilt of his sword so tightly when the prince kissed the back of your hand. The desire to cut off the prince's hand was strong. He knew he needed to behave. When the prince mentioned marriage, Levi's eye twitched, and the desire to kill was consuming him. You were his princess, no one else's. Everyone knew about your love; it was well-known in the palace, and it was only a matter of time before you wed, but this prince was pushing his luck.

Levi approached you as you chatted to the prince. "Your highness?"

Your eyes sparkled as you looked up at Levi. "Yes?"

"Come with me."

You rose to your feet. "Has something happened?"

"There is something that needs bringing to your attention."

"Oh! Okay, lead the way." You turned to the prince. "I will be a few minutes."

The prince placed his hand on his heart and bowed. "I eagerly await your return."

You trotted behind Levi, your long, flowing dress billowing behind you like waves moving in a gentle ocean. You lost sight of Levi when he turned a corner around the building. "Levi?" You hurried faster. "Leviii." You giggled at him being playful. "Where are you?"

You squeaked when your arm was grabbed, before being yanked into a private spot. You were pressed up against a wall as a big firm body pushed against your back. Before you could speak, a gloved hand wrapped around your mouth. Normally, you'd scream, but you recognised the lovely scent wrapping around you; it was like standing on the beach as a light breeze drifted over the sea with a hint of lemons.

"Sweet princess." Levi's voice was deep. "You were playing with me, weren't you?" He ran his hand down to your neck. "Or are you that sweet and innocent?"

You wiggled a little. "I'm not sure what I did." You turned your head a little. "Are you mad at me?"

"So, you weren't trying to make me jealous?"

"No?"

He held you and sighed. "So, I got all jealous over you just being a sweet and nice good girl."

"It's cute you were jealous. Is this why you lured me here?"

"Yes."

You tried to move, but Levi held you tightly. "So?" You smiled. "What's your plan?"

Levi pulled his gloves off by his teeth before dropping them to the floor. "Be a good girl and stay quiet." He caressed your neck as his other hand dragged your dress up until he could move his hand under to your bloomers. "If you can't be quiet, I can help."

You gasped and felt a naughty shiver rush over you when his fingers caressed your flick folds. You mewled as he moved his rough scar-covered fingers up and down slowly. When his teeth nipped your earlobe, you felt you were going to die in a pleasure pubble right there.

Levi gripped your neck a little, earning him a cute moan from your kissable lips. His thumb rolled against your clit as his fingers repeatedly penetrated you. He was teasing to get you to crave more. You let out a moan that was a little loud, so he pushed his fingers into your mouth.

He smiled when you moved your tongue over his fingers. "Good girl. just pretend it's like that honey pop I got you." He smiled as you did just that. "There we go. Good girl."

Your eyes rolled back as he massaged your walls so perfectly. Your body was aflame as he moved against your clit and G-spot. Your legs began shaking as you started to lose control of your body. You bumped your bum against Levi's crotch as he pressed your tongue down and moved his fingers faster.

If someone was walking closer, you wouldn't have known. You were so wrapped up in the moment and feeling Levi's hands and body. You felt like you were losing your mind because all you wanted was Levi to slam his thick member inside you and fill you to the brim.

Levi grunted when you rubbed your bum against his erection. His desire was building and his hold on himself was breaking. A knight was supposed to be firm, strong and in control of his emotions, but he was becoming more of a free man each day he was with you.

You popped your mouth from his fingers. "Levi." You pleaded. "I need you, please."

He knew he couldn't hold on. He quickly undid the front of his armour, tugged his thick length out before pushing your dress up and slamming himself into your hot, wet opening. The two of you moaned in unison as you enjoyed how hot the other was.

Levi hugged you close as his fingers moved on your clint. "I won't last."

You purred. "It's okay, nor will I. I'm close." You panted as he pumped into you hard and fast, his hips slapping against your bum. "Levi, fill me, please." You turned your head and kissed him roughly. "Cum inside me. I need it."

"I'll give you everything." He grunted as your walls clenched him. "I've got you." He kissed your ear. "I'll give you all of me."

You gripped Levi's arms tightly, your toes curling as you felt you were on the cusp of euphoria. Just as you were about to cry out, Levi covered your mouth with his own as you came hard. He kept moving inside you before pouring his burning hot seed into the deepest parts of you. He kept moving his hips to chase the last bits of yours and his pleasure before slowing down.

You pulled from his lips and panted. "Levi, that was..."

He hugged you and nuzzled your neck. "I know, I know, I lost control."

You hummed a laugh. "You came a lot, too."

"You'd better keep it all inside you."

You shivered at his commanding tone. "I promise. Will you give me more later?"

"I will. I'll give you as much as you like." He dragged himself out of you, making you mewl. He fixed your bloomers and dress before checking your hair, and that you didn't look like you had sex against a wall. "Cute."

You linked your arms around his neck. "Levi."

He hugged you, his lips on yours, and his tongue moving so perfectly. He pulled back and panted softly as he said your name. "I love you."

"I love you so much, Levi."

"Mine."

You hummed a laugh. "Yours. Now, could you carry me?"

He smiled. "So you can show off to the prince?"

You snorted a laugh. "No, it's because you have rendered my legs into a jelly mess."

"Ah." He scooped you up. "Forgive me, your highness."

You giggled as he carried you back to the prince. "You'll have to make it up to me later."

"Oh?"

"Your princess demands to be tied up."

"I would be honoured."

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[darkstarlight82]

Not Just Anyone

Organiser: @levievent "LeviMonth25"

Canon universe! Fluffy romance! Comforting Romance! 1.8k words!

Summary: Levi isn't a man who gives himself easily but after seeing you suffering he offers you something rare—his trust, his love, and a chance at a life by his side.

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Day 21 + Day 24: (This isn't an offer I make just to anyone, think carefully) + (I know you're hiding something)

The barracks are quiet in that way even the wind seems to be holding its breath. You're supposed to be asleep. Instead you're in the supply room, scrubbing a stain out of a cloak like the fabric offended you personally. So definitely, you don't hear him until he speaks.

"Everyone else is asleep."

You jump, then try to pretend you didn't. "So I'm unique. Good to know."

Levi steps into the doorway, shadow cutting the room in half. He looks like he always does at this hour, shirt sleeves rolled, hair a little out of place, eyes tired. He doesn't move closer, just watches, like he's trying to understand what you're hiding because you’re trying your best not to break.

"I told you I'd handle the report," he says.

"I know. This isn't about the report."

You say as you keep scrubbing until the cloth squeals under your knuckles. It isn't about the cloak either. It's about the way a noble from the Interior smiled at you in town today and called you "pretty little distraction" like he was picking up a thing from a shelf.

Levi's eyes sharpen. He always reads what you don't say first. "Who was it?"

"Just… someone who thinks rank is a personality." You force a shrug. "Nothing happened."

"And that's why you're cleaning a ghost spot?" he asks flatly. You glance at the cloak. The stain's long gone. You set it aside, flexing your stiff fingers. "He was drunk. It's done."

"Names," Levi says.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I know you," you say, finally facing him. "You'd go handle it and then I'd owe you and then you'd act like I didn't and then you'd avoid me for a week so you wouldn't have to hear me say thank you, and then we'd be back where we started."

A muscle jumps in his jaw. "You don't owe me."

"You want to bet?"

Silence stretches. He steps inside, closes the door behind him with a careful click. The two of you exist in a pocket of air that feels separate from the rest of the world.

"You could've told me," he says. Quieter.

You exhale. "I didn't want to burden you."

He sighs and searches your face. "Did he touch you?"

"No." The word is true, but it tastes like rust. "He just made sure I knew he could."

Levi breathes once, slow and heavy, like he's compressing anger into a neat cube he'll store for later. He reaches for the cloak you finished, folds it with an absurd precision that calms you and irritates you at the same time.

"Tea," he says.

You open your mouth to argue. Then you close it. When Levi offers tea, it isn't hospitality, it's a truce. You follow him down the corridor, feeling the weight in your sternum shift from sharp to dull.

His room is as clean as a kept promise. He sets a kettle on the brazier, moves like he's done this a thousand times (he has). You sit on the edge of the low trunk and stare at your hands so he won't see your eyes sting.

He sees anyway.

"You're not fine," he says.

You snort. "You're very observant."

"Don't start."

"Start what?"

"The thing where you throw jokes at a problem until it's buried."

"Pot," you say, gesturing at him. "Kettle."

His mouth twitches, then steadies. The kettle begins to murmur. He pours, gives you the first cup. It smells like something green and alive. You keep your fingers wrapped around the heat and try to breathe through it.

"I'm thinking of leaving," you hear yourself say.

The steam curls between you and disappears.

Levi doesn't react for three heartbeats. Then he sets his cup down, unblinking. "Because of today?"

"Because of everything." You force a smile that doesn't fit your face. "Because I'm not built for this. For the way everyone looks at you like you're a weapon or a warning. For the way people with power wear the law like a glove and there's nothing we can do about it but pretend we didn't see. I'm tired, Levi."

"I know."

"Do you?" The laugh slips out, brittle. "You survive. You compartmentalize. You turn the world into a list and you cross it off. I… I carry it. It gets heavy."

He watches you calmly as he speaks, "What do you want?"

You swallow. "To breathe without being afraid I'll owe someone for it."

He considers that. Then, like he's decided to stop trying to be clever with pain, he steps forward, close enough that you feel the faint heat of him. He smells like soap and something quieter that you only smell when he lets you this close: his skin warmed by tea.

"This isn't an offer I don't think I'll ever make" he says, voice steady. "So think carefully."

You blink. "What..."

"Move into my quarters, that way people will understand we're in a relationship." He says it like a solution, not a plea. "Until you want to leave, or don't, lock stays inside at night. If anyone put their hands on you or thinks they can..." His mouth thins. "They won't."

Your heart knocks too hard against your ribs. "Is that… allowed?"

"Does that matter?" he asks. Then, after a beat, softer, "My room is clean. It's quiet. No one knocks unless they want their fingers broken so it's safe too."

You manage a breath that's almost a laugh. "I can't take your bed."

"You won't." His eyes flick to the narrow cot against the wall. "We'll figure it out."

"We," you echo.

He doesn't flinch. "If you want it."

You set the cup down before your hands betray you. "If I say yes, it changes things."

"It has already changed," he says. "I just stopped pretending I didn't notice."

The clock on the wall measures the fragile space between heartbeats. You could say no. You could tell him you'll be fine, that it's better to keep whatever this is undefined and therefore unbreakable. You could leave at dawn and never see whether the ache in your ribs is fear or relief.

But he's watching you like he watches a blade he's about to trust with his life: wary, sure, resigned to the risk.

"Okay," you say. Your voice shakes.

His shoulders drop so slightly you almost miss it. "Take the left cabinet," he says, like he's confirming inventory. "You hoard socks. I've seen it."

You stare. "I do not..."

"You do."

You don't realize you're smiling until the smile hurts. "Bossy."

"Efficient."

He moves to the trunk, drags out an extra pillow and sets it on the cot. It should be awkward and it is. But it's a comfortable awkwardness, the kind that means he's letting you into the strict geometry of his life and making room.

You watch him fuss with the blanket. "Levi."

"Yeah?"

"What if I don't want the cot."

He stills. Looks over his shoulder at you, eyes dark in the low light. "Then where?"

You feel your pulse in your mouth. "We'll figure it out."

A silence that is not empty follows. He nods once, like he's agreed to an impossible mission and returns to the pillow like he needs his hands to have a task.

You move first. You set your cup next to his. You cross the two steps between you and touch his sleeve the way you've wanted to since the first time he corrected your grip and didn't realize his breath brushed your ear. He goes very still. You slide your fingers down, find his hand, feel him exhale.

"Think carefully," he repeats, softer now. "I'm not… easy."

"I know," you say. "I'm not either."

He huffs a ghost of a laugh. "You're worse."

"True."

He turns, your hands still tangled, tension thrumming like a wire. You expect him to kiss you because that's what happens in stories. But Levi does not kiss you. He leans his forehead to yours instead and you feel the offer again, not spoken this time but still loud: Stay if you want. I'll try.

"Tomorrow," he says, words on your skin. "I'll handle the noble."

"Levi...."

"Quiet," he murmurs. "You don't owe me. I'll sleep better if I know he understands what he can't buy."

You close your eyes. "This isn't just protection." you murmur.

"No," he says and the word lands like a marker on a map. "It isn't."

Your breath steadies. The chair creaks.

"You said we'd figure it out," he says quietly.You smile into the dark. "We will."

His hand finds your wrist, two fingers light against your pulse, like he's counting proof that you're here. "Not just anyone," he repeats, a whisper meant for the night. "Remember that."

"I will."

[darkstarlight82]

Ferocious Bunny

"Have you seen my wife around?" Levi questioned his closest guard. "She said she'd meet me here."

The guard checked his phone. "The receptionist here has located her. Oh..."

Levi raised a brow. "Oh? What's oh?"

"It appears the madam is in an...altercation."

Levi's brow slowly raised. "Altercation?"

He nodded. "Yes, sir."

This information was intriguing. What exactly was his cute wife up to? He followed his team through the hotel to find you were shouting at a man much bigger than you, but you were enraged and not backing down. A receptionist was in tears and being comforted by your maid. It appeared you had come to the rescue.

Levi placed his hands in his pockets and made his way over to you. "Darling bunny?"

You turned your head. "Handsome hubby!"

Levi's eyes widened when a loud crack echoed in the large hotel lobby. The man you had been shouting with had just slapped you, the wife of Levi Ackerman, the most powerful man in the city. How dare he lay a finger on you? He had no right. Levi wanted blood.

BAM. Cough.

Your fist connected with the man's throat, causing him to bend over.

SMACK.

Your fist then connected with his nose, blood spurting from it as his head whipped back.

SLAM.

Your heeled foot slammed into his privates, sending the big man to the floor. "Fuck you!" You roared. "I'll kill you!"

Now, Levi needed to step in before you did naughty things like he did. Levi sprinted over and grabbed you from behind while you were in mid-launch to attack. He pulled you back, his arm tightly around your middle as you kicked and screamed.

He nipped your earlobe and spoke your name softly. "Calm, sweet bunny. I'm here."

You went limp in your husband's arms. "Levi."

"Oh, my name, huh? You must be upset that I stopped you." He leaned around and looked at your face to see that you were pouting hard with tears in your eyes. "Dear bunny, I am sorry for stopping you, but I can't let you get your hands dirty like I do." He placed you down on your feet before turning you to face him. "You're too precious for that." He wiped your tears away. "Forgive me, bunny, but it's for your protection. Now..." He cradled your face. "Tell your tasty pudding what happened."

You gripped Levi's shirt. "Pudding, he came in here shouting at our receptionist. He called her names! She was trying to help him, but he was an asshole. She gave him information because it wasn't even nothing to do with our hotel! He wouldn't listen! I tried to help, but he started calling us both names. He insulted us, and I couldn't stand by and let him do that!"

He kissed you as he sighed through his nose. "He's a very bad man. Thank you so much for caring for our workers. You're a good girl."

"I am." You pouted. "I'm very good."

He nuzzled his nose against yours. "Let me take care of this, okay?" He clicked his fingers, causing his men to grab the injured guy and drag him off as he kicked and pleaded. "I'll make sure he never does anything like this again."

"You're gonna cut his tongue out, aren't you?"

Levi stared at you for a while; you knew him too well. "Bunny."

"I knew it!"

He picked you up and slung you over his shoulder before smacking your bum. "I'm kidnapping my wife for a while. I need to heal her cheek up and reward her." He gazed at the receptionist. "I'll make arrangements to help you. We'll give you time off, a support team and compensation. I do not tolerate the behaviour he showed."

She bowed to him. "Thank you!"

You drummed your fists against Levi's back and bum. "Stupid, stupid, sexy husband!"

Levi walked with you to the lift. "Yes, yes, I'm stupid."

"And mean!"

"Very mean." He slipped into the lift. "So terrible." He noticed you stopped hitting him. "You're pouting now, aren't you?"

"Now." You pouted.

He smirked. "I can hear your pout." He slipped you off his shoulder and held you in his arms. "Look at you, so cute in my arms like a bride." He let out a love-filled sigh. "I want to marry you again."

You linked your arms around his neck and covered his face with loads of kisses. "I love you so much, my handsome, cute hubby."

"I love you more than anything."

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[darkstarlight82]

Hot breath

Canon world

This is 18+! Minors do NOT interact.

"A-Ah, here?" Levi grunted as he was gently pushed against the wall of his office right by the window. "Y-you."

You tugged his shirt open and ran your hands up his abs, glistening with sweat. "If you want me to stop, just say the word."

He gulped hard as your fingers traced his body. There was no denying how he felt; he was aching for you. This morning's roll in the sheets was not enough to satisfy his desire for you, the love of his life.

Before you, Levi never dreamed of being like this with anyone. He had a lot of reservations about being intimate with anyone. He slowly fell in love with you, and you took things slow, but his thoughts became dirty, which surprised him. He was nervous when he gave you everything, all of himself. It was a bit clumsy because he didn't know much of what he was doing, but it was also beautiful. He felt like you connected through hearts and souls.

Now, he was pretty sure he'd become a horny pervert. He often thought about being with you. He wanted to show you his devotion and love. He'd made love to you often and in all sorts of places. The most shocking for him was against his work desk. He'd made his desk scrape the floor that much; he'd made irreparable damage to the floor.

"Levi?" Your soft voice called to him.

He panted as his erection strained against his underwear and the zip of his trousers. He eyed your kissable lips, adorable eyes and your plump breasts. "I want you." He tangled his fingers in your hair and kissed you roughly, making your lips sore. His hand roughly grabbed your behind as his tongue moved with yours. "I need you."

You dove for his neck and sucked right over his Adam's apple. You smirked against his skin when he moaned, the vibration going through your lips. Today was about worshipping your man. Levi worked so hard and gave so much to others, so you wanted to give him everything back.

He moaned as your kisses moved down to his collarbone. "What plans do you have for me?"

You nipped his pec and smiled up at him. "Well, if you allow it, I want to suck your wonderful dick."

A strong blush consumed Levi's cheeks. He looked away quickly, moved his arm up to hide his face and groaned. "Tch, damn brat."

You ran your hands down his body as you knelt. You decorated his abs in delicate kisses. "Is it okay?"

He nodded. "Y-Yes." He watched you undo his belt and trousers, his mind in a daze at seeing you move. "A-ah! Wait!"

You looked up at him right as you held his thick and hot, erect cock in your hand. The skin was smooth and soft, and he smelled so clean. His tip was a perfect pink, and precum made the tip glisten in the light. A vein wrapped around the shaft, which throbbed with each beat of his heart.

He gulped at seeing you look through your lashes. "Your knees."

"Mm?"

He groaned as you sweetly tilted your head. "You'll hurt them. You need a cushion."

You knew not to argue with Levi. You got a cushion from his office chair and slipped it under your knees. You admired Levi, blushing before you, cock erect and twitching with desire and a gleam of sweat on his muscular body. He had to be a God, you were sure of it.

Levi sucked in air between his teeth when you gave him a few kitten licks. You knew what you were doing; you were teasing him because he liked it a bit. You'd build it up and then right as he's about to brat tame you, you'd give him what he needed.

"Nngh...fuck." He shoved his hand through his hair as you started licking and kissing his tip. He moaned your name. "You." He gasped as you pushed his cock into your mouth nice and slow. He watched as you moved back and forth on him. "Fuck."

A shiver of pleasure caressed his spine as it moved up to wrap its hands around his head. He couldn't stop watching you; you were just pure perfection as you moved. His heart was racing; he didn't know how to hold back. You'd never done anything like this before. This was all so exciting.

He reached down and caressed your cheek. You were so beautiful. He grunted as you sucked harder on him. He gasped when you sank down further on him until your nose almost touched his pelvis. The urge to buck was hard, but he didn't want to hurt you. So, he slammed his fist against the wall.

He gritted his teeth as he felt the build-up inside him. He was close to cumming, and he's never cum in your mouth before; it was always deep inside you. It felt naughty for this to be different from usual, but also so exciting.

The bliss from your hot tongue moving around on his was electrifying. Every fibre of his being felt like it was singing. Your head bobbed perfectly up and down on him. Now and then, you would focus on his sensitive tip. No matter what you did, Levi was losing his mind.

Levi's muscular chest rose and fell with his heavy pants. He leaned his head back and let out a deep, long moan. "Fuck." He mumbled your name. "You're incredible." He almost lost himself in the moment until he heard someone talking outside his window. His eyes flew open. "Shit!" He grabbed the curtain and shoved it across to hide you. His knuckles were going white as he tried to stay strong. He leaned over you as he lost control. "A-Ah!"

Euphoria blinded him, his body shook as you sucked on him while pumping his cock to get all the cum he was pouring into your mouth. He felt weak; he wanted to collapse from how good you made him feel. He leaned back and slammed into the wall.

You pulled back and licked your lips. "Levi?" You watched as your lover slowly dragged down the wall to sit, making you giggle. "That nice, huh?"

He nodded as he panted and collected himself. He looked up at you and glared. "You."

You smiled. "Me?"

He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you between his legs. "Tch, damn brat with your impressive mouth." He roughly kissed you and hummed. "I should tie you up for your crimes today."

You fluttered your lashes at him. "Please do."

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[darkstarlight82]

Stargazing with you

Organiser: @levievent "LeviMonth25"

Canon era, fluffy romance, 700 words

Summary: You and Levi stargazing together after a long day.

Tags: @theremainsof @spouseofleviackerman @levisbrat25 @itsnathateasy @violentvaleska @meowmewow7 @dreamerofthewest @mikabella7 @satorella @sugacor3 @darkstarlight82 @derealizationns @sweetheartzs @raginginferno267 @beth-nina

Day 18: To be honest I just wanted a chance

to look at the stars with you

The night is still.

Cool air brushes against your skin as you step quietly onto the rooftop, blanket in hand. The faint hum of the barracks below is distant, softened by the height, by the hush of late hours when the world seems to fall asleep.

You didn't expect anyone else to be here.

Which is exactly why you're surprised when you find Levi sitting on the ledge, back to you, arms resting loosely on his knees as he gazes upward.Your steps falter.

Of all people.

"…You always sneak up here too?" you ask softly, not wanting to startle him.

He doesn't turn, but his reply comes just as quietly.

"Tch. You're the one sneaking. I'm the captain and I can go anywhere."

You step forward, smile tugging at your lips. "Fair enough."

You settle beside him, not too close, laying out the blanket on the cold stone. He doesn't move, doesn't protest. The silence between you stretches—but not uncomfortably. There's something oddly calming about sitting beside him in the dark like this, both of you gazing at the same sky. The stars are brilliant tonight, scattered across the sky like glitter thrown by an impatient god. You tilt your head back, eyes trying to trace the constellations you only half-remember.

"Why are you here?" he asks suddenly.

You blink. "Why are you here?"

He shoots you a look. You laugh.

"I mean, what are you doing up here? You should be sleeping." he presses, quieter this time.

You pause, fingers curling into the fabric of the blanket.

"…To be honest, I kinda had a feeling that you'd be here. After a long tiring day." you say slowly, "And I... I just wanted to look at the stars with you."

Levi goes very still.

There's a sharpness to the way he breathes in. But he doesn't look away from the sky.

"…You're weird."

"You've told me that before."

He sighs and says, "I meant it both times."

You hum, leaning back on your hands. "You know, you could just say you're flattered."

"Keep dreaming."

"Liar."

He glares at you briefly. You grin.

"You can admit it. You like me."

"I tolerate you, brat."

"That's not what you said last week when you cleaned my desk for me and told Hange to back off when they tried to steal my cookies."

"That was for my sanity. You're a mess."

You lean toward him, voice playful. "I think you like me, Captain."

His eyes flick to yours, unreadable in the moonlight.

You watch him—watch the way his jaw ticks, the subtle lift of his brows as if silently battling himself. And then…

"I don't dislike you," he says, finally.

You blink.

He looks at the sky again, like he's trying to hide his feelings by it.

Your heart stutters. Levi Ackerman doesn't hand out affection lightly. That one statement is a small miracle. A shy galaxy in itself.

"Wow," you say softly. "That's practically a love confession."

He snorts. "Don't get ahead of yourself."

You lie back on the blanket, staring up at the sky again. "Too late."

Levi doesn't answer.

But after a few moments, he shifts and lies down beside you.

Close now. Closer than before.

You don't say anything.

He doesn't either.

Just watches the stars with you.

And maybe—maybe that's all you wanted tonight.

Because it's more than enough.

[darkstarlight82]

Dear knight

Part 2 smut

"Does my presence not tempt you?" You pressed as you leaned towards your handsome knight.

Levi gazed down at you, his heart screaming at him to embrace you, but he had a duty to care for you. "Your highness, I have a duty to protect you when we are not on palace grounds."

You pouted hard, only making yourself more adorable to your lover. The two of you met when your last knight was too busy sleeping with a backstabbing friend, which resulted in you not being protected when assassins attacked. You had protected yourself, but got hurt. Levi was hired, and at first, you didn't trust him, but soon he proved himself. The more time you spent together, the more you fell for each other.

The two of you hid your romantic moments together, but people knew what you were up to. No one said anything at all. A few assisted the pair of you in being together, even your parents knew and gave the two of you time to be together. Currently, you'd been sent to a nice summer retreat, and Levi was stuck in protective mode; it was driving you crazy.

"Indeed, that is true." You moved closer to him. "However, my parents own this land, this retreat." Your hand slid up his armoured chest. "We are safe here."

Levi's senses were being caressed by your divine scent; you smelled so fresh and sweet, it was like lying in a field of flowers with someone baking nearby. Many times had he adored being wrapped up in your arms and just inhaling this scent as much as possible.

He gently placed his gloved hand on yours. "Your highness."

You huffed and pulled away. "Must you use my title?"

"Your highness, anyone could hear us here."

"No one could. We are alone." You gave him a pleading look. "Here we could be anyone! We could dress up and pretend to be commoners." Your grin was so adorable to Levi. "Please? We could have so much fun!"

He reached over and gathered some of your hair between his fingers. "You, your highness, are far too beautiful to pass as a commoner." He lifted your hair and kissed it. "Your beauty shines brighter than any other."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Such enticing words from a man who won't kiss me."

"I will make up for it when the time comes."

"When will that be? For all we know, I could die tomorrow!"

Levi released your hair and grabbed the hilt of his sword. "Don't talk like that. I refuse to let you die. I will break down the doors to the underworld and rescue your soul from the clutches of the God."

You placed your hand on top of his. "Your love knows no bounds." You leaned and kissed his cheek. "Dear knight."

"Levi."

"Well, you are calling me your highness, so I shall call you dear knight."

Levi pouted a little. "I do not like it."

You pulled back and huffed. "Deal with it."

He chuckled and shook his head. "You are going the right way for a spanking."

"Oh, I quiver in my shoes."

He narrowed his eyes as you started disconnecting your cape from your shoulders. "What are you doing?"

"Finding a way to push you." You dropped the cape to the floor and began slowly pulling the ties on your dress. "This is not a demand from your princess, but your lover." You paused with your dress open at the front to see that Levi was blushing with his eyes wide in awe. "I demand kisses and to be held. If you do not give me these things, then I shall run around this forest in the nude."

"You are really throwing all your toys out, aren't you?"

"Are you calling me a brat?"

He locked eyes with you. "I call them like I see them."

You growled. "You have made me this way. You give me all your love, romance and dedication. You bathe me in such utter beauty before leaving me cold and empty. I am simply giving you what you give me."

He folded his arms. "It is amusing to see you be rebellious. You've always been this good girl. However, I would advise against this little strop." He watched you drop your dress to the floor, so you were only in a corset and an underdress. He sternly said your name. "Stop."

You smirked. "You finally said my name."

"Yes, now stop."

"Will you hold me and kiss me?"

He picked up your cloak. "Please, put your clothes back on."

You backed up. "Then this is war, dear knight."

His eye twitched. "You!" He watched you run off into the forest, giggling away. He smiled softly at how playful you were. Since being with you, his life had become brighter. He loved you more than words could describe. You were his everything. "I guess a bit of fooling around in the forest will be okay."

Levi sprinted after you. It didn't take that long for him to catch up and hear your delighted, cute squeal. He tackled you into a tight embrace before falling to the floor under a willow tree near a river, the two of you perfectly hidden by the willow branches gently caressing the water.

Levi leaned up and looked down at you. "My, my, what a wild princess you are."

You patted his chest. "Yes."

He leaned closer. "And all mine." He softly said your name as he eyed your lips. "I must take payment for protecting you."

"And what do you dem-." His lips were on yours before you could finish your sentence. Your body burned as his hands explored you, his tongue moving with yours as he pressed himself against you. You parted from his lips, but they connected with your neck and chest. "Levi? Your armour is sticking in me a bit."

Levi pulled back with a pop, a lovebite forming on the top of your breast. "Is this your way of getting me naked?"

You sniggered. "No, I am being truthful. Your armour is sticking in me a little, and I wish to carry on kissing."

He took your hand and kissed it. "Then I shall remove it so we may continue." It didn't take long before his armour was placed to the side and he was only in high-waisted trousers and a loose white shirt. "Is this better?"

You ran your hands up his chest. "Much. Now I can touch you."

"I do very much enjoy it when you do." He hummed a laugh. "I love you."

You tangled your fingers in his hair as you placed your other hand on his chest. "I love you so deeply."

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[darkstarlight82]

Mounting Spring Ch.13: Summer's nights

Summary: Paradis has opened its doors to the world, and the Rumbling has not yet occurred. The military board insists, "We need more Ackermans!" to avoid ruining Mikasa's life. Levi agrees. Arranged marriage, explicit consent, Omegaverse. Alpha! Levi x Omega! Y/N. Mentions of underage marriage but it doesn't happen, the reader is over 21. Age gap but they are both adults.(I would say enemys to lover but they don't even know eachother to be enemys lol.)

Warnings: Omegaverse, age gap, arrangemarriage.

Ao3 link to the whole work.

Masterlist with all the chapters

The early morning grass shimmered like silver under the pale rays of sunrise. Dew clung to the long green blades, slipping down as each step pressed them to the ground. The steady march of boots moved across the open field with unwavering purpose — yet they didn’t belong to the peaceful scene. The heavy combat soles crushed the tender spring grass without hesitation. In contrast, the little red Mary Janes beside them felt almost like an apology. Like a kiss.

Despite the early hour, the formation was already moving. Whatever sweet, quiet moments they had shared before were long gone — replaced by the steady rhythm of preparation, orders, and the low rumble of horses.

Two playful taps landed on Levi's shoulder from behind, interrupting him as he sorted folded maps and supply lists, ensuring nothing was left behind.

“What?” Levi asked, only half-turning, his eyes still scanning the papers in his hands.

Her entire demeanor had shifted since earlier. Now her cheeks were pink, her eyes wide and uncertain. Lips pressed together, swaying ever so slightly on her heels, she asked with exaggerated politeness, “I was wondering…” She hesitated, glancing around at the sea of soldiers and horses, her voice dropping with the weight of propriety. “When… do we stop for… you know… ladies' rooms?”

It took him a second to process the request. Levi's expression barely shifted, but his eyes narrowed with mild disbelief. His hand lifted, the papers pointing vaguely toward the endless stretch of forest and fields that surrounded them. “The world’s yours,” he said flatly. “Literally.”

Her expression soured instantly. “That’s not funny.”

“It’s not a joke,” Levi deadpanned.

Her shoulders stiffened. “You want me to… go in there?” she gestured vaguely toward the woods like they might swallow her whole.

“But— I can’t— that's…” She looked around as if a hidden outhouse might materialize behind a tree. “I thought… surely… we’re stopping at some— civilized place.”

“Do you realise that a few years ago the expeditions outside the walls were to re-take land? There's no civilised place” Levi cut in, his voice as flat as the plains. “We’ll be outside the Walls for three weeks.”

Her face twisted in quiet horror. “That’s… unsanitary. There’s bugs. And animals. And…” she hesitated, lowering her voice with all the dramatics of a noble-born omega, “What if someone sees?”

Levi exhaled through his nose, unimpressed. “We’re ten hours outside the Walls. Trust me, sweetheart, nobody’s hiding behind those trees with a pair of binoculars waiting for a show.”

She pouted. “I’ll wait.”

“You won’t.”

“I can.”

Levi tucked the papers into his saddlebag and turned to her fully now, arms crossing, the usual blunt edge to his tone sharpening. “I give you a day, and I am being generous.”

“I’ll be fine.”

He let the silence linger, his eyes trailing over her defiant little stance — the pristine shoes, the dress, the delicate scowl that didn't quite belong out here. Finally, he clicked his tongue. With some resignation mixed with caring, he said softly . “Want me to send another girl with you? If you’re so scared of being seen.”

Her eyes widened in mortification. “Absolutely not!”

"Want me to go with you?"

The sheer scandalized gasp that left her mouth made a few nearby soldiers glance their way. “Levi!” she hissed, cheeks burning red now. “I am not— that’s—! That’s inappropriate!”

“Then I don't know what you want from me,” Levi replied simply, turning back. 

She huffed, arms crossing stubbornly again.

“You should go.” It was more than just a suggestion, “Last thing I need is you getting an infection out here. You end up needing antibiotics in the middle of nowhere,"

"Forget it!"

Levi’s mouth twitched — not quite a smile, but close enough to betray mild amusement as he turned back toward the horses. “City girls,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

Lately, the world seemed to move as quickly as the camp did. Or at least that’s how she felt when she nearly collided with a soldier unpacking the temporary camp they had thrown together. She muttered an apology, surprised, but the man moved away with an unapologetic haste. Everything was built up and torn down before she had a chance to remember her way around. While this pace had become her new reality, Levi’s recent comment about the conditions “outside” the Walls had made her reflect on it more deeply than she intended.

She sat on a wooden crate, looking around without much opportunity to interact, fighting the growing urge to excuse herself for nature’s call. The world seemed to change so quickly that it felt like a moving camp—set up and dismantled to suit the ambitions of men. From not understanding Titans, to discovering human Titans, to befriending them, to fighting them; from old governments to new ones, shifting rules, shifting territories—until finally, a new world altogether. It had all happened faster than her little sister had managed to get potty trained.

Trying to take in everything that had happened to their small island while simply sitting on that crate, waiting for departure, was almost absurd. As absurd as her old friends sounding nostalgic for the “old days,” as if clinging to stability in the middle of a ballet spin. Either you learned to twist your head so you didn’t get dizzy, or you lost your footing entirely.

It was the worst of times and the best of times, the age of knowledge and also of ignorance. They knew more now than in the past hundred years, yet still knew absolutely nothing. Compared to a few years ago, some would say this was the time to be alive, while others mourned a so-called golden past. And yet, in perspective, everything happened so quickly and yet so slowly that if she had to update a friend on what had happened in the past twenty-four hours, she would need another twenty-four hours just to tell it. But if asked about the past few years, she could only shrug and say, “Everything’s the same.”

Her eyes followed the youngest cadets—freshly graduated, still green—rushing around trying to carry as much as they could, eager to prove themselves. Despite rank or alpha status, most of the female soldiers were scrubbing used pots, while the young men carried themselves with the airs of subtle emperors.

A bitter half-smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. Somehow, all of this carried an air of custom, of inevitability. Her mind wandered back to the streets where she’d grown up: mornings in her small room, the alleys she used to hide in, the sacrifices of her parents, her scuffed school shoes.

It was as if she were a bird, circling above it all. She could almost see the children in her enclosed neighborhood enjoying their summer holidays; the men, always gathered in the gentlemen’s clubs—if you asked, “Are they always there?” the answer would be, “Are the Walls still standing?” She imagined Mitra Cathedral’s white linens hanging to dry, the national newspaper announcing the day’s bread prices and which signs were lucky in love that week. Fanatics would scream themselves hoarse at the horse races, some winning money, others losing, though they would inevitably lose again—because, everyone knew, those things were always arranged by the Military Police and the mafia behind the illegal betting stalls.

The hum of the Scout camp pulled her back, but so did the memory of fear in the adults’ eyes years ago, when news of Wall Maria’s fall had made the front page. Maybe for these new soldiers—many from faraway lands—it felt the same: their lives would be forever changed. Yet, back home, everything remained the same.

The uniforms. The newspapers. The cathedrals, the schools, the clubs, the streets.

Then, from the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a bird she had never seen before. Similar to the sparrows in Levi’s office, but not quite—the backs of its wings were blue, its breast ochre and white. She turned sharply, fumbling for her notebook, thinking to sketch it quickly before it flew away.

But it was gone.

As confused as she felt, she imagined the bird was also startled—frightened by the changes to its own hometown—and had taken flight.

“You lose something?” Levi’s voice came from behind.

“My notepad,” she murmured. “I saw a beautiful bird, and I wanted to paint it—”

“I’ve loaded everything up already. Come on, let’s go.” His arm extended, hand making a sideways “come on” motion, urging her to stand and walk with him.

She rose, following, though her eyes still searched the treeline for a glimpse of the animal. “But—” she protested softly.

“You can paint on the way,” he replied.

‘That’s not the point,’ she thought. While they had done drastic improvements in only a few hours ago, they were still two very different people, it was obvious that for Levi the duty and practicity to stick to the schedule would never be less important than for her a piece of art. Or better said, the only thing she found herself capable of doing in the location.

“Not gonna find it staring backwards,” he said, tone flat but not unkind.

“It was beautiful,” she muttered, more to herself.

“Tch. Lots of things are. Doesn’t mean they stick around.”

That was indeed true.

“No! I said it first!” “No! I did, are you nuts?!”

At some point, the long trip had turned into a competition over who could shout the song’s chorus first. From her seat in the cart, head resting on her hands, she watched with quiet amusement as the team’s focus drifted further from their so-called military behavior. Levi had eventually ridden slightly ahead, no longer bothering to keep them in line.

‘I guess at some point, you have to drop the attitude and just be what you truly are… teenagers’, she thought, watching Armin argue heatedly with Jean over who had finished the chorus first.

The game itself was simple: someone named a song, and the first person to sing enough of it earned points. How many points? That depended on how many were playing and how many actually joined in. Let’s say Levi’s squad had six members—if only one sang, they got the remaining five points. The more people knew the song, the fewer points you earned. And if nobody knew it, the one who had proposed it scored the full six points.

Unsurprisingly, Armin and Jean were fighting for first place, far ahead of the others. At the start, Levi had called them out for acting like they were on a school trip. But even the Captain had eventually grown tired of scolding and simply let them get on with it, riding at a steady pace in front.

She, meanwhile, stayed quiet—an observer to what felt like an exclusive club she hadn’t been invited to join.

For the second time in under three minutes, she shifted uncomfortably.

“You okay?” Mikasa asked, glancing over her shoulder.

“Yeah, don’t worry.” She smiled faintly, but her leg wouldn’t stop bouncing, and she wrapped her arms around herself. It was becoming unbearable.

“Hey, if you need to take a piss, it’s fine—we can stop for a while,” Sasha, who was driving the cart this time, called out far too loudly for the omega’s comfort. Her face flushed bright red.

“No, thank you,” she muttered quickly. ‘The last thing I need is stopping the whole formation and announcing, loud and clear, that I need to pee.’

“Whose turn is it?” someone asked.

“Mine.”

“Nah, Armin, you’ve played enough!”

“Yeah!” another chimed in.

The blond pouted. “Well, that’s how the rules work.”

“Maybe Y/N wants to play?” Mikasa suggested, turning the attention onto her.

Heat rose to her cheeks as if under a spotlight. She straightened. “I—uh—” She hesitated, uneasy at the thought of joining in. “Maybe if Levi plays?” she offered, more to dodge the attention than to include him.

But before she could even finish saying his name, Levi had already turned his head, looking back at her over his shoulder. The sharp glint in his gray eyes said clearly: ‘What the hell? Don’t drag me into this.’

“Yes!”

“Captain, join us!”

“Please!”

“Tch.” He clicked his tongue at the cadets’ relentless insistence, irritation etched into his face—yet, without a word, his horse’s pace eased, keeping him still ahead of the group but close enough to hear them. The subtle concession made her chuckle. He’d agreed, however reluctantly.

“You have to pick a song but don’t tell us—”

“I know how to play,” Levi cut in at Armin. “I know you brats think I was born being eighty years old, but I was a kid once too.”

“Only one, and then you all get off my ass,” Levi said flatly. He seemed to think longer than she’d expected, as if he were taking the game far more seriously than anyone had anticipated.

“Girl Paper Eyes.”

A brief, reigning silence followed. The cadets glanced at each other, brows furrowed.

“I—uh—” Jean tried to jump in first, but quickly realized he had absolutely nothing to add.

Armin attempted to hum something, but the tune sounded far too generic to belong to any real song. Levi rolled his eyes, his expression saying more than words—that this only confirmed his taste in music really was as ancient as they thought.

Then, from the back of the cart, a sound began to rise. A subtle hum, but with a real rhythm—emerging shyly, like flowers pushing through late snow. Timid at first, but growing.

Levi’s head turned over his shoulder, drawn to the voice as it began to shape itself into words.

“Stay until the dawn…” Her eyes closed as she dug through her memory for the right lines, her voice settling into a steady tempo. “Dream a dream slowly in my… hands…” She hesitated, searching, then found the flow again. “Until the sun breaks through the window.”

Her tone grew stronger, the lyrics unfolding one by one, painting themselves on the invisible paper in her mind.

“Girl with rayon skin, don’t run anymore—this is your time now. And say no more, girl—heart of chalk: When all are asleep, I’ll steal a color from you.”

When she finished, the lack of any joining voices made her open her eyes again, smiling awkwardly. “Is… that it?” She glanced around the squad, looking for confirmation.

To her surprise, Levi’s face showed a flicker of genuine surprise before something else slipped in—just the barest spark of pride in his eyes.

He gave a single approving hum, nodding slowly, both convinced and pleased.

“Yay!” She bounced slightly in her seat. “That’s five points for me, right?” She turned to Armin, who still looked as though he were trying to dig the song out of his brain. “Right?”

Her head tilted to the side with a bright, expectant smile.

“…Yes,” Armin forced out, his expression straining. It was painfully obvious he wasn’t a good loser—especially after several rounds in which she had not only caught up to him but was now on a winning streak.

“I hate this game,” Eren muttered darkly.

“I love this game,” she declared, clapping between chuckles.

“How do you know so many songs?” Armin asked, almost offended at being outdone.

“It’s called being jobless,” Jean quipped, but judging by the look on her face, she didn’t find that one particularly funny.

“No,” she pouted, “I used to take art classes near the university in Stohess, and the students played a lot of the songs from the downtown bars.”

The group let out a low, unified hum of understanding. All of them being country folk, they couldn’t really compete with the kind of cultural exposure Capital kids had.

“I didn’t know you were from the Capital!” she pointed out, her eyes lighting up, eager to gather any crumbs of information about her husband.

Levi, however, shut it down flatly, “I’m not.”

She frowned, confused — a mix between a pout and a scowl.

“I thought maybe you went to those bars,” Armin picked up the conversation, sparing her the awkward moment. “We wanted to go the last time we were in the Capital, but… they ask for more age.”

That caught her attention instantly. “Oh! I always wanted to go too! The girls that come out of there have the prettiest shiny little dresses, and they’re always laughing so much! I bet they have so much fun dancing!”

There was a short, puzzled silence from Armin before he asked, “And… why didn’t you just go?”

“Oh no,” she replied with the firm resolution of someone who had never even considered the possibility, “Those places aren’t for girls like me… imagine what people would say.”

It was painfully obvious she was holding back from repeating that idea the way she’d heard it growing up. Words like “whores”, “easy”, “common” probably floated around in her household whenever those bars came up. Levi, hearing that, shot an askance glance over his shoulder to check her expression.

“But the girls I met in Trost invited me! And now that I’m married, it shouldn’t be an issue,” she added, suddenly so excited it was like the gates of heaven had opened before her. “Right, Levi?”

“Huh?” Levi half-turned in his saddle as they kept riding, raising a single eyebrow, clearly unimpressed that the question was even asked.

“That I can go to those bars now.”

Levi’s response was immediate, flat, and left no room for argument. “Don’t even dream of it.”

Her face went from bright enthusiasm to sheer indignation in a second. “And why not?!” she protested. “Are you seriously siding with my family on this?”

To be fair, using Levi’s very public disdain for her family’s political circle to her advantage was a little shady — but strategic.

“Tch.” Still leading the group, he clicked his tongue and shook his head. “It’s got nothing to do with them. I don’t care what anyone does with their free time. You’re not going because women aren’t allowed alone — and I’d have to go with you.”

“Oh, yes, of course. Like Sophia goes with Flegel. And Lina with her brother.”

“Exactly.”

A long silence followed.

“… I don’t see the problem,” she muttered under her breath.

“I’m not dragging myself to some humid, piss-stinking bar, sitting in a corner all night while drunk idiots blast music, puke on the floor, and grind on each other.”

“You could dance with me,” she offered sweetly, flashing him a bright, persuasive smile.

The look Levi shot her over his shoulder was answer enough.

“Oh, come on! Please! I really want to!”

“And I want a better salary,” Levi replied dryly. “Life’s disappointing, doll face.”

She pouted, crossing her arms. “I’ll make you change your mind,” she mumbled defiantly. “I can be very convincing.”

“Your optimism is… endearing,” Levi replied, completely deadpan.

“You don’t sound very endeared.”

“That’s because I’m not.”

At that, Jean nudged his horse a little closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially, “Hey, quick heads-up — if you domanage to soften him up, let us know, yeah? We’ve been trying to get him to ease up on the cleaning rota for years. Zero success.”

The column slowed to a halt. They reached the next stop while the sun still lingered low in the sky, its light fading toward orange. The horses slowed, and orders rippled through the squad to start unloading gear. She glanced around, puzzled; the occasional clink of harness buckles filled the silence as soldiers began to dismount. She frowned, scanning the open stretch of meadow and the sparse trees.

“Why are we stopping? There’s still daylight left,” she asked, brushing her skirts clear of dust.

Levi, already loosening his mare’s girth strap, barely glanced her way. “We are staying here.”

She watched him unload supplies from his saddle, pulling out the folded bulk of a tent. The tent and all its gadgets didn’t seem heavy in his hands as he carried them. She picked up the cat from the leash, wary of the movement around her and afraid someone might step on him. Levi’s methodology mirrored how he organized his belongings to start the day—they moved quickly, efficiently, but with a weight of tiredness, the kind that spoke of years of repetition.

“What do we do?” she asked, searching for guidance as he kept grabbing things.

“We unpack.”

Understanding that as her cue to put down the small belongings she had brought, she moved toward the back of the cart.

“Leave that, I’ll carry it later,” Levi pointed out, grabbing her arm and tugging slightly to stop her.

“But—” the omega began, frowning and glancing back and forth between the cart and him. “You said—”

For a moment, she wondered if he’d simply vanish into the bustle of soldiers and leave her to figure things out on her own. Standing still, it made him turn when he realized she wasn’t following. Half-turn and hastened pace, he extended a hand and grabbed the cat from her arms, shoving it over his shoulder. “Come on. Do you need a written invitation? You chase me all the time, and now suddenly you don’t follow?”

Once again, as that first night, his sharp eyes tracked her shoes behind him, just as he observed Titans’ movements and adjusted his pace accordingly. “Careful, that’s horse shit,” he said, extending his arm to stop her and grabbing her shoulders to redirect her steps.

“Your instructions aren’t clear,” she pouted.

“When I give you clear instructions, you do whatever you want anyway,” he teased, half annoyed.

“Where are we going?” she asked as they moved deeper into the meadow.

“Searching.”

“Searching for what?”

“A place.”

“What place?”

Levi sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. “You know I hate these silly interrogatories. Why do you do them?” he muttered, turning toward her. They were far enough from the rest of the squad to speak quietly.

“Me? You’re the one who keeps giving me monosyllabic responses!” she shot back. “I don’t even know why we stopped!”

A brief, tense silence followed, filled with a battle of stares. He finally sighed again, conceding the point in his mind but far too proud to admit it. Despite pride and marriage being two words that rarely mix smoothly. “We are stopping here because setting up camp in the dark’s a pain in the ass,” he said flatly. “Takes a while to get everything in place. Better to do it while we can still see.” His tone was clipped, matter-of-fact, leaving no room for argument.

“Thank you,” she spat out. “Was it that hard?”

He let his shoulders drop, exhaustion briefly crossing his face. “Don’t drag it. I don’t like going around explaining everything.”

“Then explain it to me once and I’ll remember it,” she insisted. “I don’t have military training. I don’t even know what we’re searching for.”

“A place to set a tent. Not too humid, with a steady floor.”

“Thank you.” Her voice was polite but far from pleased.

“You’re welcome,” he replied with dry sarcasm.

The small argument was short-lived. She watched him drop a rolled tent onto the ground, his movements efficient and practiced. Her gaze flicked to the fabric bundle, then back to him.

“Where… am I going to sleep?” she asked, trying to keep her voice neutral, though the question felt far more intimate than she intended.

Levi straightened slightly and looked over his shoulder at her. “Here.”

“Here?” She blinked. “You mean—your tent?”

A faint crease appeared between his brows, as if she’d just asked whether the sun rose in the east. “What, you thought you’d get your own?”

The tips of her ears warmed. “Well… yes.”

Levi’s stare was dry enough to strip paint. “A woman sleeping alone out here is never a good idea.” The way he said it was less about courtesy and more about an unspoken truth—one she suddenly realized she couldn’t argue with. “Plus, I know I told you I didn’t use the bedroom, but I’m not sleeping on the floor. So we are doing what an entire military board wants: sleeping together as a married couple.”

Not intending to be sarcastic, she added, “I don’t know your parents, but mine are married, and they have separate bedrooms.”

“Separate bedrooms and yet seven kids. Wealthy folks are weird as fuck,” he muttered, shaking his head as if it were incomprehensible.

“It’s not weird,” she insisted, grabbing the cat’s leash and letting him stretch his legs. “Why would you share a room all the time if you just need to during the heats?” Though phrased as a question, it came out more like a statement of fact.

To her surprise, Levi looked up from his crouched position, disbelief written across his face. “What?… it’s true?”

He pressed his lips together and returned to his work, thinking to himself, ‘Well… there goes my sex life if she thinks we’re only supposed to do it when we want a brat.’

She fidgeted, glancing toward the other soldiers. “What about the other cadets?”

“They share bigger tents. Four, six people, sometimes more.” He straightened, giving his tent a short kick to unroll it. “Mine’s small. Fits two.”

Her eyes wandered to the cadets’ camp area, where she caught sight of a cluster of girls already wrestling with their bedrolls—six of them crammed in tight, elbows and boots nearly overlapping. She imagined trying to squeeze herself in there, barely able to move, and quickly decided against it.

The thought of trying to sleep like that made her stomach knot. It was either a cramped, airless night among strangers or sharing this modest space with Levi—who, despite his clipped words and unreadable face, was still her husband.

When she turned back, Levi was already fastening the tent poles, not bothering to see if she’d made up her mind—he clearly assumed she had.

“Keep it zipped tight,” he instructed, voice flat but commanding. “No gaps. You don’t want bugs or whatever crawling inside.”

She nodded.

“Dinner’s going to be late,” he added after a pause, “If you want, take a nap first. Rest while you can.”

She hesitated, caught off guard by the unusual care in his tone. “I… I might,”

Levi’s eyes narrowed slightly, scanning her. “And take a piss before it gets too dark,” he said bluntly.

She froze. “I… I don’t need to,” she protested, crossing her arms defensively.

He didn’t wait for a response, already striding back to his place in the leading formation.

“Wait!” her voice called from a short distance. He stopped abruptly and looked over his shoulder, silent but expectant.

“When can I take a shower?”

He didn’t bother replying—just turned back and kept walking, as if that alone was the answer.

“…I hate camping,” she muttered.

–

The camp buzzed with low chatter, the occasional clang of cutlery, and the crackle of firewood. The stew for the night was hot, thick, and barely appetizing, but no one complained — not openly, at least.

Hange bent down with a wooden bowl in hand, holding it out to the omega girl who sat a little off to the side, arms crossed, clearly pouting. “Stew’s still hot,” they offered cheerfully. “Eat before Sasha raids the pot again.”

She shook her head with a small grimace. “No, thank you…”

Hange’s brows lifted as they plopped down right beside her, comfortably close on her right. “What’s the matter, love?” they asked, elbow lightly bumping her arm. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous just because you’re sharing a tent with your hubby tonight.”

They winked — cheeky and dramatic — and just like that, her expression went from grumpy frown to wide-eyed horror, her face lighting up like a Christmas tree.

“What?!” she yelped, loud enough to startle one of the nearby horses.

On her left, Levi leaned just slightly into her periphery, still crouched over his own bowl. “Hange,” he said, his tone exhausted, “don’t be a pain in the ass.”

“Ohhh, touchy tonight, are we?” Hange chuckled. “Sensitive alpha energy, huh?” Then they turned back to the girl and nudged again, voice light but curious. “So, seriously now. What’s wrong?”

“She doesn’t want to piss in the forest,” Levi answered flatly, spooning another bite into his mouth.

The girl gasped, scandalized. “Levi! We’re in the middle of dinner!”

“What?” Levi muttered, unfazed. “It’s true.”

“Have some manners! You’re going to make the Commander lose their appetite!”

But Levi slowly shook his head, gesturing vaguely toward Hange with his spoon. “Nothing can kill theirappetite. You’ve got no idea the kind of shit they’re into.”

“Into?” she repeated, eyes wide. “Like… hobbies?”

Both Levi and Hange scoffed at the same time, almost in sync.

She looked between them, bewildered. “What’s so funny? Him? You? What is this, why are you two always talking in riddles?”

Without missing a beat, Hange flung an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a half-hug. “Well, if he’s being cranky, you can always share my tent instead.”

Her eyes widened, genuinely unsure if that was a joke. “Really?”

“You wouldn’t want that,” Levi cut in, deadpan. “They don’t wash their hands after taking a shit.”

“EW!” she yelped, immediately jerking away from Hange and scooting a bit closer to her husband on instinct.

Hange gave a playful shrug. “You’d be even more disgusted if you knew what he does.”

“What?! Why?” she blinked, curiosity sparking past the disgust.

Hange leaned in, grinning wide. “Well…”

“Shitty glasses,” Levi warned, already preparing to shut the whole thing down.

“Do you know what shibari—”

A sharp thwap cut the air as Levi smacked the back of Hange’s head.

“HEY! I’m your commander!”

“Then behave like it,” Levi shot back, voice cool and unimpressed. “You’re scaring her.”

Hange laughed through it, rubbing the back of their head. “You’ll scare her,” they teased.

“Tch. I’m not a savage.”

But at that, the girl stood up with a huff, clearly irritated. “I hate sitting between you two. You never include me in the conversation!” She spun on her heel and stormed off toward the other cadets’ fire, plopping herself down in between Jean and Connie.

Levi watched her go, then slowly went back to his food like nothing had happened. Once she was out of earshot, he muttered low, “I’m not a savage. I’ll just… wait until she’s a bit more mellow.”

Hange chuckled into their spoon. “Sharing tents, huh? Just don’t forget to blow out the candles. You know how shadows look on fabric. Not very forgiving.”

Levi closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, as if praying for patience. “I’m not going to cherry-pop my wife in a tent, for fuck’s sake.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Hange grinned, clearly not sorry at all. “A man of class, how noble.”

They took another bite before adding casually, “But since you told me you couldn’t even jerk off when she was in the next room because it ‘felt weird’... I figured you might be a bit more needy by now.”

Levi choked slightly on his stew, shot them a sharp look, and growled, “Shut the fuck up.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Hange grinned, entirely entertained.

There was a beat of silence between them — until Levi muttered under his breath, almost like a joke not meant to be heard, “…But she better not ask me twice.”

Hange snorted into their bowl. “Really?”

Levi shrugged, nonchalant — or trying to be. “I think I lost all my willpower trying to avoid her when she still stank of that last heat."

––

Despite his so-called lack of tact and chronic impatience, ‘he is… suspiciously gentle,’ her mind muttered with a mix of embarrassment and reluctant surprise as she scooped away her used clothes. Louder than a whisper but still hushed, she announced, “I’m done.”

Levi was waiting outside while she changed, ready to step in once she finished. He pulled aside the flap of the tent and ducked under, closing the entrance behind him. “Too many mosquitoes. Keep it shut,” he said, fastening the ties with practiced efficiency.

Still curled inside her sleeping bag, she kept her head down, but her eyes followed him as he sat cross-legged and began undressing. Boots first, then the jacket. He’s probably boiling in that uniform. It wasn’t hard to guess—she’d been sweltering in her summer dress all day; she couldn’t imagine carrying that much gear on top of it.

She reached for his discarded boots without thinking. “Do I put them outside?” she asked, already reaching for both pairs of shoes.

“No. A snake or some bug might get inside. Leave them here.”

She set them aside, watching him strip down to his shirt. Clauws, unusually lively for the hour, was pawing at the tent wall, trying to swat at the bugs drawn to the glow outside. She glanced toward the lantern hanging nearby, its pale light catching on the strange glowing stone they’d found on the island—remarkably reflective and unexpectedly useful.

Levi tugged off his shirt with a low grunt, the cool air brushing over sweat-damp skin. His hands moved automatically to his belt, loosening it before working his trousers down. Then his gaze flicked sideways—catching her watching him from where her arms rested over her knees. Her eyes darted away instantly, but it was enough to make him hesitate.

‘What the hell do I do?’ He didn’t care about being seen—years of shared barracks and open showers had long killed any modesty. But she looked mortified.

He left the trousers on, just unbuckled. Very comfortable. Perfect for my insomnia, he thought wryly.

Clauws was still going after the bugs. Levi scooped him up. “Oi. Stop it,” he ordered, tapping a finger against the cat’s forehead. “You’re gonna tear the fabric.”

The moment he set him down, the cat went right back to scratching. “This animal is so dumb,” he muttered under his breath before glancing at her. “You done?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. Lights off.” His tone was more field-captain than romantic partner.

For a while, they lay like that—Levi on the right, her on the left. She shifted uncomfortably on her back, watching him roll to his side, folding his arm under his head for a pillow. ‘Should I have taken the right side? Don’t wives always sleep on the left? Is he even asleep? I can’t tell.’

She stared at the tent fabric. At the poles holding it up. At the back of Levi’s head, then the line of his bare shoulders under the thin blanket. The air was stifling—heat trapped inside the sealed tent, growing heavier by the minute. But neither of them moved the blankets. The uneven ground pressed through the floor no matter how perfectly he’d chosen the spot.

But the real discomfort… ‘I can’t hold it anymore. I need to pee’. She squeezed her eyes shut, legs pressed tight together, the ache almost unbearable. One last glance at the alpha—‘If I just roll over slowly, maybe he won’t notice.’

It had been at least an hour. Surely he was asleep. She eased herself upright, careful not to jostle the cat, fumbling for her shoes in the dark.

“What are you doing?” Levi’s low, raspy voice came from right behind her. She hadn’t heard him move—hadn’t even heard him breathe. She squeaked in surprise, jumping back.

“Shhh! You’ll wake everyone!”

“You scared me!” she hissed, hand clutching her chest, legs pressed tighter together. ‘If I piss myself out of pure fright, I’m never living this down.’ “Who are you—a vampire?”

“Get back to sleep,” he ordered like she was a cadet sneaking out past curfew.

“I… I just need to do something quickly,” she said, already pushing herself up. Now that he was awake, there was no point trying to be subtle.

“What the hell could you need to do in the middle of the night?” Levi sat up too, his eyes adjusting to the dim light.

“Nothing important. I’ll only be a moment.”

“For fuck’s sake…” He groaned, reaching for his boots and tugging them on.

Her head snapped toward him. “W-what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” he grumbled, raking a hand through his hair, pushing it back. The heat was oppressive, sweat already clinging again. “Going with you so you can take a piss.”

If there was a part of her that could actually die from embarrassment, she was certain it just had. “…Alright, yes, I need to go—but why are you coming?” Her voice was barely a thread, mortified.

“Because it’s unsafe, you moron.” He shrugged with one hand like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “That’s why I told you to go during the day. Now it’s dark—there are wolves.”

“Or worse… men.”

One step, make it two. Without a word he turned around, his rough, calloused hand reached down to haul her up from where she sat. “Come on,” he muttered, already pulling her along. “I don’t have all night.”

Before she could protest, his brisk pace carried them toward the treeline. The forest ahead during the night time had lost all definition and just seemed like a clamp of dark figures lingering on top of them, the air cooler and thick with the smell of damp earth. 

“I can’t see a thing,” she complained, stumbling slightly over a root. It was obvious that for the alpha it was easier, they eyes were better equiped to see with little light sources.

“That’s why you should’ve gone during the day,” Levi shot back, not bothering to slow. His voice had that clipped patience that meant he was already regretting giving her a choice in the matter.

He stopped just short of the deeper shadows and gave a nod toward a cluster of trees. “There. Make it quick.”

She hesitated, glaring at him before slipping behind the largest tree trunk she could find. Levi stayed a short distance away, arms crossed, scanning the dark with that restless, watchful stillness of his.

She shuffled farther.

“Don’t go too far,” he called.

“But—”

“Stay close and just go,” he said, turning his back to the trees, hoping that would be enough to settle it.

The silence—or rather, the constant backdrop of crickets, night birds, and distant rustles—was briefly broken by the faint ruffle of fabric.

A minute passed. Then another.

“I can’t,” her voice finally broke from behind the tree, sounding like she might cry.

Levi’s eyes shut, jaw tightening before he exhaled in a long, frustrated groan. “For fuck’s sake…” He pinched the bridge of his nose, lowering his voice so as not to draw the camp’s attention. “What now?”

There was a pause, her hesitation thick enough to hear. “What if… you hear me?”

Levi dragged both hands down his face. If he were capable of openly showing emotion, he might’ve cried from sheer frustration. Instead, he gritted his teeth and muttered in the quietest tone possible, “If I piss too, would you finally do it?” His only hope was that the embarrassment in his voice could pass as exhaustion.

“…Maybe.”

Without another word, he turned to face the tree he’d been ignoring, trousers already unbuckled. “Done,” he said flatly, as if that settled the matter.

The sounds that followed suggested she had finally caved, though the whole thing was clearly far more complicated for her than for him. Levi had spent years working under pressure in life-or-death situations—speed was second nature to him. If you didn’t believe it, Zeke could give you the full record.

That’s why, the second he heard her scream, he was already moving—forgetting any silly sense of modesty.

“What happened?” he demanded as she stumbled straight into his arms. His body reacted instinctively, pulling her in close before shifting her slightly behind his left side, shielding her with his own body. His senses sharpened instantly, searching for any source of danger.

Her muffled sobs—without tears—told him it wasn’t life-threatening. “What the hell?”

“It was awful!” she choked out.

“What?” He scanned the area again, in case he’d missed something.

“I—I…”

“Come on, Y/N, I’m getting eaten alive by mosquitoes here. Hurry it up, yeah?” His voice was a blend of worry and pure impatience.

“I was… doing my thing,” she said, burying her face in her hands. Each sentence was met with a tight, exasperated nod from Levi. “And when I looked down—”

“Yes, yes,” he urged, waving his hand for her to get to the point.

“There were a pair of eyes looking at me!” she wailed, voice thick with disgust.

“…Uh?”

“I pissed on a frog!”

That did it. Levi’s shoulders began to shake, his left hand coming up to cover his face.

“You’re laughing? DON’T LAUGH!”

“Ha—” The sound broke free despite his best effort, his low chuckle growing until it was unmistakable.

The humiliation crawled over her skin like the mosquitoes on her arms. She’d never seen him genuinely laugh before—and of all times, it had to be now.

“It was awful!” she insisted.

“Well… maybe the thing liked it,” he said between breaths, smirking. “A golden shower.”

“Ugh?”

“Never mind.” He ruffled her hair roughly. “Let’s go before it asks you for consent.”

“What are you even talking about?” she groaned, hurrying after him. “I need a shower.”

“Why? You didn’t get pissed on.”

Meanwhile, Jean, Sasha, and Armin stood nearby with a lantern in hand, watching the two of them return. Her hair was a wild mess, he had no shirt on, and his trousers were half-unbuckled.

“I’m too delicate for this,” she muttered, voice still breathless. “It’s too long for me.”

“Quit whining,” he said flatly. “You’ll get used to it. It’s rough at the start.”

“I need a shower… I feel sticky and dirty in places I didn’t even know I had.”

Whatever small talk they’d been sharing on the walk back died instantly when they spotted the cadets—likely on night watch—standing in their path. If there were a new shade of red to be named, it would’ve been after her in that moment. Wrapping her arms tightly around herself, she rushed into the tent and zipped it shut without a word.

“Is she okay?” Jean asked, brows drawn. “We heard a scream.”

Levi gave a low shrug. “Yeah. She’s just embarrassed.”

The choice of words didn’t help a cause he wasn’t even aware he was fighting. “And she hates camping,” he added, as if that explained anything, before disappearing into his own tent.

The three cadets remained rooted in place, mouths slightly open, still processing.

“So… Commander Hange was right,” Sasha whispered, eyes wide. “They’re doing it out here.”

“And we didn’t hear a thing.”

Jean and Sasha turned to Armin with identical grimaces.

“Why the hell do you wanna hear them, dude?” Jean asked, disgust written all over his face.

“I don’t!” Armin spluttered. “I’m just saying!”

Sasha folded her arms and frowned in thought. “I don’t know… maybe they’re not. She said ‘long,’ so she can’t be talking about Captain Levi. He’s too short.”

“How do you know it’s not proportional?” Jean teased, earning a sharp glare from her.

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Armin said cautiously. “Alphas’ members can be massive. Scary even.”

Both Jean and Sasha turned to him at once, voices perfectly in sync.

“…And how do you know that?”

––

The immensity of the forest—and especially the vastness outside the Walls—was overwhelming. It was as if the silence itself, heavy and crowded with nature, pressed in until it felt suffocating.

“Levi… are you asleep?” she whispered once they were both back in their respective places.

“Don’t tell me you need to take a shit now,” he mumbled, lips sticky, eyes forcibly shut. He was clearly not asleep, and he knew dreamland wouldn’t be promised to him tonight, but he wanted to at least pretend to try.

“No!” she pouted. The sound of her shifting in the enclosed space reached his ears, a clear sign she was now sitting upright.  “May I ask you something?”

“Ask me in the morning.”

“I don’t think I’ll be brave enough in the morning…” The sadness lacing her words cracked one of his eyes open. ‘What now?’

“What? Make it quick,” he muttered, peeking over his shoulder. To his surprise, she was wide awake—sitting cross-legged, hair falling around her shoulders, posture curved forward.

“Have you… kissed many people?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Is this one of those jealousy scenes again?” he groaned. But the subtle shake of her head, the hopelessness in her eyes, told him otherwise.

“Yes. Why?” he answered bluntly, hoping that would close the matter. He rolled onto his forearms.

“Like… with Mattie?”

“Y/N… I’ve got no energy for childish jealousy.” He exhaled sharply. “What’s the real point here? Let’s talk like adults, like last time, and let me get some damn rest.”

The phrasing stung, but not enough for her to fight back. “During dinner… all the cadets were talking about hookups and make-outs they’ve had. Armin told me about this girl—”

“Annie,” Levi cut in, already knowing. He added it like an impatient footnote.

“Oh, so you knew? And Jean has a crush—”

“On Mikasa. Doesn’t take a PhD to figure that one out.”

“I think they’d look cute together,” she said softly, a small smile flickering. “What do you think?”

“That won’t happen until Eren grows the guts to ask the damn girl out already.” Levi sat up fully now, baffled why she was keeping him awake just to talk about his soldiers’ crushes.

“Ah… I thought they were just like family,” she muttered, then frowned. “Aren’t they siblings?”

“No idea,” he said, scratching his head with zero interest. “Considering I’m married to someone half my age, I’m in no position to call anyone out.” It was meant as a joke, though she didn’t laugh. “So? What’s this really about?”

She stroked the cat absently on her lap. “Talking about bars earlier today… and your squad, and all the cadets sharing who they hooked up with last summer, or who they left behind for this expedition… I realized how much I’ve missed.”

Alarm bells rang in his head. Levi shifted uncomfortably, he felt the conversation veering into territory he was worst at handling, so he tried to wash it off before it stuck. “If this is about the damn clubs, I promise I’ll take you to one when we’re back. Okay?” The offer was reluctant, but he hoped it would settle things—like bartering away a smaller coin so she wouldn’t notice the bigger debt.

But she shook her head. “It’s not that…” Her voice dropped. “It’s just… I’m married, I’m supposed to become a mother, to already be at another stage in life than them. And yet… the only man I’ve ever kissed is my ex-fiancé.”

‘Ouch.’

Levi looked away, now sitting fully upright. A heavy sigh escaped him. He already knew where this was headed. The thought echoed something he had once wrestled with himself, back when he’d refused to let Mikasa be chosen for the Ackerman deal—the same parallel thought. She was young, and he wanted her to do the dumb shit he had at that age: get drunk, maybe smoke something reckless with friends, kiss someone in the back of a bar until her lips were raw, experiment clumsily until it wasn’t awkward anymore. Dry humping someone because the real deal felt too much yet. Make out in an alley, fool around until she figured out what felt good. Discover herself the messy, human way.

It felt right—for someone young to learn that alongside someone equally inexperienced. What she’d been denied, he knew, was that chance. And by giving her freedom then, he’d taken it from her now. Back then, he told himself it wouldn’t matter. Maybe because she was raised differently. Maybe because she was an omega. Maybe because he didn’t know her yet, so hurting her felt abstract. But now she was here, in his tent, in his life. And the deal she’d signed before she understood the terms weighed heavier by the night.

He liked to call himself open-minded. But not so open that he could watch his wife go off and “make up for lost time” with someone else. So instead, he just said, “Sorry.” It wasn’t really his fault, but it felt like it.

She sighed—then chuckled faintly. “It just made me realize… I haven’t even kissed my own husband.”

That froze him. “Uh?” His chest burned with sudden, stupid shame.

She chuckled again, softer. “You didn’t even kiss me at the altar.”

“Tch.” He rubbed at his undercut, avoiding her gaze. “You were a crying mess.”

“Would you have kissed me if I wasn’t crying?” she asked, voice achingly genuine.

Levi clenched his jaw. ‘I’m too old to be this nervous over something so stupid.’ “Not really. Felt awkward as hell.”

“Oh…” Her disappointment was obvious, sinking into her tone. “I wish…” She lifted her gaze, those doe eyes cutting straight through him. He clenched his jaw, already knowing whatever she asked next, he’d cave.  “We could at least try sometimes. To make this feel… less awkward. More like a couple.”

“You’ve got a strange way of asking a man to kiss you.”

This time she laughed, and thank god she did. Levi felt his social ineptitude crawling up his spine the way it always did when she hugged him in public.

“So… do I close my eyes?”

It was pathetic how much the question rattled him. “Right here, right now?” His voice rose an octave in disbelief. He’d done worse. Everyone knew it. But this? This felt stupidly intimate.

When her expression fell into a pout of disappointment, he cursed under his breath. “Fine. The shit you make me do.”

If it was supposed to spark love, it didn’t. He leaned in, cupped her face, and brushed the quickest, briefest kiss against her lips. She kept her eyes closed, waiting, hoping—but he had already pulled back. “Done. Happy? Can I sleep now?”

Her frown was hard to hide. “How did that feel to you?”

“Awkward as shit,” he admitted without hesitation.

“Yeah… me too.” She flopped back onto the ground, too drained to argue. “I thought it would feel… intense. Fulfilling.”

“Well, you’re not the first girl to marry an older guy and realize after the first night that things are usually a lot less intense and fulfilling.” His dry tone almost made it a joke. He rolled back over. “Now let me sleep.”

“This was not in my plans for tonight,” she muttered.

“And pissing on a frog was?”

Those six words made her sit bolt upright, indignation snapping her wide awake. “LET’S FORGET ABOUT THAT. Let’s pretend it NEVER happened!”

He had to suppress the twitch at the corner of his mouth, the ghost of a chuckle threatening to break through.

“Nah. I’m gonna bring that up until the day I die.”

Her gasp was dramatic enough to echo through the canvas walls. “No! You’re my husband! You’re supposed to remember cute little moments and give me sweet names—like honey or flower! Not haunt me with this humiliation!”

Levi didn’t even flinch. “Got it. Froggy, from now on.”

Her wail was instant. “NOOOO!”

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Why would I play fair when I can get away with it?

Organiser: @levievent "LeviMonth25"

Captain Levi Ackerman X playful female reader! Teasing! Fluffy romance! 1k words!

Summary: You know you're the only person in this whole world who can get away after teasing Levi. So you always take your chance, not wasting a single one.

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Day 15: No one plays fair if they think they

can get away with it

No one plays fair if they think they can get away with it.

And you—well, you're practically the queen of it.

Everyone in the Corps walks on eggshells around Levi Ackerman. The strongest soldier humanity has to offer, the man who can kill a titan and clean a room with the same intensity, the guy whose mere stare makes grown men straighten their spines and drop their voices.

Everyone but you.

"Oi, Levi," you sing-song from across the hallway, arms folded behind your back, rocking on your heels. "Is that a new shirt?"

He's just stepped out of the meeting room after a long day, sleeves rolled, expression unreadable. The kind of unreadable that means danger. His cravat is crooked, dust clings to his boots, and he looks two seconds away from snapping someone's neck.

"Yes," he replies simply.

You squint. "Hmm… You have a terrible fashion sense."

He stops. Blinks once. Then again. "Tch."

A less brave soul would have backed down. But not you. You keep going.

"I mean, it's alright, since you look good in everything," you add dramatically, sighing. "But your other one hugged your arms better."

A pause. A very long, loaded pause.

Then- "Did you stop me just to give me fashion advice?" Levi asks, deadpan.

You beam. "Would you be mad if I said yes?"

His eye twitches.

But he doesn't walk away.

That's the thing with you and Levi. You poke and prod, throw sass and dramatics, and for some reason, he lets you. No one else could even dream of saying the things you do to him. He once made a cadet cry for laughing too loud while he was having a bad day. You once told him his hair looked like a mop, and he smirked.

You're not stupid. You know why. It's because you're his soft spot. His weakness. The glitch in the perfectly cold system that is Levi Ackerman.

You know it, and you take full advantage.

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You're sitting on the barracks roof one evening, feet dangling, cheeks stuffed with stolen bread. Levi's next to you, drinking tea out of his obnoxiously tiny cup like it's the most serious ritual in the world.

You swing your legs. "Wanna hear something scandalous?"

"No."

You continue anyway. "I found out Hange and Erwin are betting on the fact if you wear underwear or not. Hange says no while Erwin...."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I enjoy seeing you suffering."

Lie. You annoy him like this because sometimes these things makes him smile. And all you want is to make Levi smile. He knows that too.

He closes his eyes. "You're a menace."

"I prefer the term delightful chaos." You offer him a piece of bread like an offering to the gods. "Here. You look like you need carbs."

He ignores the bread but glances at you, annoyed. "You've got crumbs on your face."

"Oh, are you going to wipe them off for me, Captain?"

He stares. Says nothing.

You giggle and lean closer. "Well?"

"No," he says flatly.

"Mean."

You lean back, satisfied, munching loudly just to mess with him. He could tell you to shut up. He could order you off the roof. But he doesn't. Because this is your thing.

He likes the way you rattle his calm.

➽──────────────❥

A few days later, you're in his office, dramatically flopped across his couch like a corpse, whining like a child.

"Levi, I'm dying."

"You're on your period. It happens every month."

"And I'm dying."

He sighs but doesn't kick you out.You peer at him, upside down from your position. "You should let me redecorate in here."

"Absolutely not."

"C'mon, just a little—like, a vase? Some color?"

"This is an office, not a brothel."

You gasp, scandalized. "So you do think flowers are slutty!"

He drops his pen and glares. "Why are you like this?"

You grin. "Because no one plays fair when they know they can get away with it."

He blinks. Then something dangerous flickers in his eyes.

"You think you can get away with this?"

"I know I can."

"Brat."

You smirk. "Uncle."

"You're sleeping in the stables tonight," he replies without missing a beat.

"And I still think your shirt's ugly," you say back and laugh.

And Levi?

He doesn't even try to hide the small smile that curls on his lips.

[darkstarlight82]

Not exactly traditional

Organiser: @levievent "LeviMonth25"

Neighbour Levi Ackerman, Romantic comedy, 700 words!

Summary: Your relationship with your neighbour, Levi wasn't exactly traditional. A lot of embarrassing, funny and awkward incidents, made you two closer and that's how it all started

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Day 12: This isn't exactly a traditional start to

a relationship

You weren't expecting your new apartment neighbor to be a cranky, overly hygienic man who vacuumed at 6:01 a.m. sharp every Sunday and scowled like it was a personal hobby.

And Levi definitely wasn't expecting you, the girl who talked to plants, walked around barefoot and accidentally locked herself out of her own place three times in one week.

The third time, he just stared at you through half-lidded eyes, toothbrush in mouth. "Again?"

You smiled sheepishly, barefoot on the doormat. "I swear the door closes on its own."

Levi sighed like the world had failed him personally. Then, wordlessly, handed you a cup of tea.

"Until your locksmith shows up," he muttered. "Don't touch anything."

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You didn't plan on talking to him more than necessary. But when your shower exploded and his ceiling started leaking, that plan went straight down the drain—literally.

And that's how you found yourself sitting on Levi's bathroom floor, soaking wet in your towel, while a plumber shouted things about pipes and water pressure.

Levi just stared at you, then offered you his spare robe.

And from there, it got worse—or better, depending on who you asked.

There was the time you accidentally tripped on his cleaning supplies and knocked down an entire shelf of perfectly organized disinfectants.

Or the time he found you asleep in the laundry room because you forgot your clothes in the dryer and were "emotionally attached" to your favorite hoodie.

You weren't even sure when it started feeling like something more. Maybe when he silently brought you breakfast after you pulled an all-nighter. Or when he started vacuuming half an hour later because he "guessed you weren't a morning person"

You learned Levi's way of caring doesn't come with big words or fancy gestures.

It comes in bleach-scented towels, neatly folded.

In side-eyes that lingers just a little longer.

In letting you touch his mop. (That's huge.)

So one day, while the two of you were sitting on his couch, eating takeout, watching reruns of some crime show neither of you understood, you turned to him and asked:

"Are we dating?"

Levi paused, chopsticks in mid-air.

"No idea."

You blinked. "Do you want to?"

He looked at you. Really looked. Then nodded, very slowly.

"This start isn't traditional, though," you said, nudging his leg.

Levi rolled his eyes. "You slept in my laundry basket. We're way past traditional."

You grinned. He didn't.

But his hand found yours anyway.

And from then till now, he never has let go of it once.