#But I'm looking to do a little more of the Teashop AU after and that is going to stay fluffy and wholesome as hell

[auspicioustidings]

Savage

Summary: Request for some Scottish warrior Soap taking an English maiden as a prize.

Words: 3.7k

CWs: Violent non-con (I am so serious, do not ready this if it's not your thing), hardcore smut

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Authors Note: This is very much a rape fantasy. Traditionally rape fantasies have historical grounding in minorities who felt ashamed of their own desires so had to fantasise a situation in which they were blameless for engaging in a stigmatised action because it was forced. It’s sort of where a lot of the noncon trope in bodice rippers comes from because women in unhappy marriages need a fantasy in which they can get rid of the shame for wanting passionate or rough sex because they imagine they fought against it. A lot more people have rape fantasies than people generally realise and truly a miniscule barely there number of them would ever think it was ok to actually assault someone. All that to say, this is not me condoning anything in real life. If you find fantasies like this don’t do it for you, then do not read it, but don’t then shame people who do. There is psychology behind why people fantasise about these things, it’s pretty normal and you don’t need to be worried that it is some moral failing. Mind your business.

It was a miraculously good match for you, a high ranking soldier of the King’s army. You were technically of noble blood, but just barely. You lived simply, not in a large house but in a small village where you held no sway over anyone else and were treated as common. But the village was close to the border between England and Scotland and every day it became more tense as whispers of raids from villages to the West skittered between houses like rats.

You didn’t know how your uncle had made arrangements for this beneficial marriage for you, but it would get you moving South in a few days time to marry and then you would finally be able to relax with this war much further away from you. You had heard horror stories of what happened to young maidens when savages came pillaging. They said that they didn’t wear anything under those kilts, they said it was to make it easy to bury their cocks in any hot hole they could find. They said they didn’t have any tame qualities, not like the English. Scottish men were feral, the comparison to dogs not holding water because at least dogs could be trained. 

When you retreated to bed you got on your knees to say your prayers. As always you had to beg forgiveness for the licentious thoughts that sent thrills straight to your cunt whenever you thought about the images all those rumours put in your head.

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The noise of chaos woke you in a panic, heart hammering against your ribcage as the smell of smoke drifted on the air and war cries sounded. You recognised your own kinfolk of course, the battalion of soldiers stationed here to keep eyes on the border. But it was the cries of those animals from the country to the North that sent you scrambling out of bed in only your chemise, knowing you had to run and hide before they could see you.

You slipped out of the bedroom, a frightened little rabbit looking for a burrow to hop into. The smell of smoke was stronger in the main room and you could see the orange glow of flames through the window. Going outside would be a risk, but hiding in here may get you burned to a crisp should this building be lit up. You did not have time to make the decision as the door burst off of its hinges, a muscular man in a blood spattered kilt with a warrior's mohawk and wild eyes panting like a dog as he caught sight of you.

You were frozen, unable to even breathe. And then after a beat his mouth stretched into a horrid manic grin as he bounded towards you. That finally shifted you from freeze to flight as you scrambled back through to the bedroom, trying to get to the small window. You threw the top half of your body through the gap but his rough hands grabbed your naked ankles and yanked you back, hard. You felt the chemise catch on the window frame, the fabric bunching up to completely expose you to him before he let go of your ankles letting you crash to the ground. 

Your knees throbbed from the hard floor and by the time you were trying to crawl away he had his hand in your hair, brutally pulling your head up and craning it to look at him leaning over and getting into your face.

“Hear I have a wee noble bitch on my hands.”

Of course he would know. There were families here who would tell them anything to save themselves and pointing them in the direction of a noble maiden, one who was betrothed to an English soldier at that, would certainly be information that could spare them. The shouts outside sounded more heavily weighted towards those in his own gruff and growling accent now. The English soldiers were losing.

“I-I don’t know what you are talking about ser” you cried gently, not knowing how else to save yourself. 

“Bonnie words” he growled, pulling so sharply at your hair that you thought your scalp might be bleeding and using his other hand to grope meanly at one of your breasts through the rough fabric of your nightwear.

You cried out, feeling the tears immediately spill over and stream down your face. He was so strong, you could barely budge against his hold, and he reeked of blood and fire and sweat and hot arousal. You squeezed your eyes shut and he only growled at you.

“Ye’ll keep those eyes open, yer going tae watch yer wee English cunt take me like a whore or I’ll take yer tight arse instead.”

You choked on a sob and opened your eyes, seeing that his were full of sick glee and heat. The hand groping at your tits moved under the chemise to cup roughly at your sex and he pulled you to your feet by that hand. You screamed at how it felt as he abused you with his hand, grinding the heel against you. You felt a hot flood of bitter shame as he swiped a finger violently through your folds. What he found there made him pause for a moment, his face lighting up in unrestrained glee.

“Fucking English slut. Y’er dripping.”

You had heard women who said it would be better to be wet if they were to be taken against their will. You did not agree. Him knowing that your traitorous body found his rough abuse of it arousing was so humiliating you felt you would rather die. He was so oppressive in his demeanour, so big and aggressive above you that you imagined he may break your bed with what he was about to do to you. How foolish of you to think he would have that level of mercy.

“Going tae show all those bastards how their women take Scottish cock” he laughed, spearing two fingers inside you to their full length with no softness at all and pulling you by them.

You could not breathe. You had never had anything inside you and those two fat fingers felt like they were stretching you so much you would tear. He walked backwards so he could keep them firmly inside you and you stumbled pathetically after him, needing to keep as close to him as possible to stop the painful press against your walls that came from him pulling if you did not move. 

The shame was overwhelming as you emerged, full of his fingers and stumbling after him with tears streaming down your face, to find that your country's soldiers had been defeated with the survivors on their knees, hands bound. You were being paraded in front of them you realised, they had been put right here in the town square so they could bear witness, the Scottish soldiers standing behind them feral and full of lust as they took in their leader pulling you in front of them by the cunt. 

When he ripped his fingers out of you, your knees buckled and a high whine left you. You had went from feeling too full to feeling far, far too empty. You could barely hear anything but the blood rushing through you as your heart hammered. That and him as he taunted the soldiers on their knees. 

“Our women would ne’er let ye touch them, they’d die first. Yer clean wee English princess on the ither hand?” he said, planting a booted foot to your chest and pushing until he had you pinned on your back underfoot, “she’s gagging fir it. Foaming at the gusset tae take strong Scottish cock, put a real warrior in her belly.”

His own men cheered at that and you watched on with horror as he cocked his head at one of them and he began to approach you. 

“Naw a monster though am I my wee slut? Ye’d be wet enough fir one of their small English cocks nae doubt, but fir mine? Going tae need something to help me sink in good and deep.”

The other soldier went to his knees between your legs and you watched as he pulled his throbbing cock from under his kilt, jerking it violently. You tried to move away, his cock so close you could feel the heat of it between your legs, but the boot on your chest held you still. When you tried to close your legs the man touching himself used his other hand to wrench one of your knees until it was touching the ground, using his own knees between your thighs to help him keep your glistening cunt fully on display.

When the head of his cock stroked through your folks, slicking you with his pre-cum and bumping at your clit, you were so overwhelmed that you didn’t quite manage to bite back your moan. They laughed meanly at you as the man found his release, spurting hot cum all over your pussy, smacking his cock against your stomach when he was done to shake off the last drops.

It was filthy, you felt sticky and like you were on fire. The next soldier took his place and spat right on your already disgusting cunt as he began to stroke himself. By the time he had painted you with his seed and the third was started, the man above pressed his foot harder to get your attention and all you could do was stare up into his taunting eyes, trying to focus on him so you could not think of what was going on between your legs. You cried up at him, trying to find any level of sympathy in him.

“Keep crying and I’ll gie ye something tae cry about princess.”

Oh you hated him calling you that when you were pinned down in the dirt, defeated soldiers of your country watching as their enemies smeared their cum all over your exposed body. Watching as they made a sloppy mess out of you in preparation for their leader to shove his cock deep inside and pump you full of his savage children.

You did not know how long you stared up at him, not able to look away as you felt the heat of his men on your body, your own body getting hotter and hotter with each slide of velvety throbbing skin against your own. He had started to talk to you, his eyes not budging. It wasn’t the defeated soldiers he was taunting, it was you, ruined and disgraced under his boot.

“See how good I am tae ye little whore? Letting my men make ye flush wi pleasure. Don’t deny it, think I cannae see yer face whenever ye feel a cock on that wee untouched pussy? Like a fucking bitch in heat. I’ll fuck ye like one. Get ye on yer hands and knees so ye can look yer precious King’s soldiers in the eye when ye fall apart on my cock. When ye’r fucking begging for my cum. Wilnae even have tae dae any work, ye’ll be fucking yourself back on me ye needy slut.”

You shook your head in horror at his claims, the true fear being that he would make them true. Already you felt in a daze, felt empty and desperate. But you felt fear as well as he put his arm under his kilt, rucking the fabric up to grab at his cock. It was huge and you found yourself panicked and squirming as the last of his soldiers grunted and slapped the meat of your thigh to get you to stay still. You were rambling incoherently as the man above stroked slowly at himself, causing that thick weapon between his legs to throb and seem even bigger. 

“It won’t fit, it’s not going to fit, please I’ll die, you’ll split me open. It’s so big no no I can’t, I can’t!”

You didn’t even feel the last of his soldier’s loads splatter onto you, didn’t notice when his hands left your flesh. You would have rapidly purpling skin in the shape of fingerprints all over your thighs from how you had been held still by all of them, but you could not feel the dull pain of it through your fear of what was to come.

“Ye’ll take whit I gie ye and ye’ll fucking thank me princess.”

He removed his foot and it was only then you realised that he had been pressing down hard enough that your breaths had been shallow. The rush of oxygen from being able to fully expand your lungs again made you horribly dizzy, but it also flooded right down to your clit and made your body jerk violently with the sensation. 

He didn’t take his hand from his cock and he bent so he could use the other to grab your ruined hair again, yanking your head up and shoving himself into your mouth. You choked, legs scrambling to get underneath you to give you some stability with which to batter your fists against his thighs, trying to pull away. He laughed meanly at your attempts, moving the hand that was touching himself to join the one tangled in your hair on the back of your head and pulling your head at the same time as he thrust forward, settling himself fully in your throat. 

You were gagging around him, tears really streaming down your face now as you begged him with your eyes to let you breathe. He held you there, his own eyes glittering with satisfaction, until your muscles started to give in and you felt your eyes dropping closed as your brain became cottony. Then all at once he pulled you off and you were gulping in oxygen around your coughing and sputtering, the rush much more intense this time. 

He held your head tilted up at him so he could watch your face as he shoved his boot between your legs and got you over the edge. Oh weren’t you a delicious little thing for him, getting off so hard on how he used you, moaning shakily and wantonly in the dirt beneath him in front of his triumphant soldiers and your defeated ones. 

“Good fucking girl” he growled with a feral grin, letting you ride it out with little aborted thrusts on his boot, unable to control your body. 

You looked gone, eyes glazed and body slack. Couldn’t have that, he needed you screaming for him. He needed your blood fighting between being frozen with terror and boiling with need. And he needed you full of him, needed to be able to feel his own cock through your stomach so fucking clearly that he could jerk it. 

You were thrown forward, top half of your body collapsing pathetically into the dirt right where it was covered in the sweat and cum of his soldiers. He manhandled your hips up, leaving your face crushed into the dirt and your ass up high for him, cunt presented. You felt his hot breath at your ear and it was a sudden shock when you realised he was growling lowly into your ear, his words for you and you only.

“S’going tae hurt, yer going tae scream yerself hoarse for me and then I’ll get ye tae milk me when I rip pleasure out of all that pain. Will treat ye right after little princess, like one of my good Scottish lassies, but right now ye’r my fucking English whore.”

The confusing mix of sentiments cleared some of the fuzziness from your mind but you had no time to dwell. He was right, it did hurt and you did scream yourself hoarse. He had lined himself up and plunged into you, cock coated and slick from the cum of his soldiers but no less huge inside your tight virgin pussy. He had split you in two, you were sure of it. His cock must have broken through you, was sitting in your ribcage and punching all the air from your lungs.

You blacked out for a moment, coming right back to when he pulled out to fuck brutally back into you again, slapping your ass so hard that you felt the sting all the way up to your fingertips and making you choke on the sob that fought through the screaming. He ripped at your hair, making you look at the defeated soldiers on their knees. Making you watch their own cocks swell at your treatment. Your utter ruination was making them hard. Your head being wrenched back meant you had to go to your hands as he pounded you, and you saw how they looked as one of your breasts was fucked right out of the chemise, bouncing lewdly for them to see with every hard thrust.

The humiliation had you digging into the dirt like you had claws, feeling the bite of the earth pushing under your nails. It sparked something in your brain, almost like you could see them sharpen. Like you could feel your shoulder blades become more pronounced, become something sinewy and sleek and animal. He was fucking you like a predator and you were drooling and howling and panting like his prey, back bowed as he pulled your hair harder and had to staring at the sky babbling prayers into the night air. 

“S’too much, can’t, I can’t. Full, too full.”

“Ye fucking can. Yer tight fucking cunts trying tae strangle me, wants my cum so bad naw? Perfect English pussy, so slutty and needy for a real cock” he growled, hand letting go of your hair and smacking your ass right over where he had before, causing you to howl at the pain. 

The pain and something else, something that had no place here and yet had been lingering from the moment he had caught you. Something that had been getting closer and brighter and more insistent with every abuse you were subject to. Something that he invited in when your arms collapsed beneath you without him holding your heads weight anymore and he ground your face into the ground before bringing his hand to your clit and pinching. 

Your scream was raw and hoarse, throat well past being able to produce a clear sound. The orgasm was blinding and every bone felt like it had liquified. You saw white and then you saw hardly anything, only vague shapes and colours. The only thing now was how his cock filled you. The shame was gone, replaced with the truth that you loved this. You loved how he used you like this, how he violated you in front of these soldiers just because he could.

“That’s it princess, fucking take it” he hissed, stopping his thrusts and letting you do all the work.

You didn’t even realise now how you wildly fucked yourself back on his cock trying to chase the pain of overstimulation, addicted to the way it made you feel some sick hazy pleasure. You were drooling onto the dirt, tasting the earth mixed with cum and finding the disgust of it only felt right now. When his hand came to your stomach and pushed to feel himself bulging there you came again, harder, babbling thank yous to him.

He bit out a string of curses above you as your pussy squeezed so hard it was forcing him out, but he was strong as he forced himself balls deep and held there, finding his release as you milked everything out of him and into your womb. The liquid heat of it was the last thing you felt as you passed out, blissed and fucked out of your mind. 

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John MacTavish allowed himself a moment to lean his body against your back, inhaling the scent of sweat and dirt and cum and fear and lust from your limp body. So good for him, took it perfectly. He hissed when he finally pulled out, resisting the temptation to just keep going beyond what would feel good because fuck, being inside you had been a religious experience. 

He was nothing if not a man of his word though, and he scooped your body gently into his arms to get you onto a horse and ready for him to take over the border where he could give you that princess treatment he had promised. The surviving soldiers they would leave beaten and bloodied but not dead. After all, someone had to tell your betrothed all the details.

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“Fucking MacTavish” he hissed after excusing the man who had given the report.

He had made him give it in full detail, told him to leave nothing out. 

“Kept her alive by the sounds of it, maybe looking to get a bastard out of her” Garrick mused.

“Knowing him he’ll keep her near the border to taunt us instead of moving her further up North” Price added.

Simon Riley would not be letting his betrothed get away with allowing MacTavish of all people to take the maidenhood that rightfully belonged to him. She needed a proper punishing fuck from an English man to learn better.

“Doesn’t matter where he keeps her. I’m going to take her, and she’s going to learn what happens to sluts who spread their legs for those Scottish bastards”.

[attackfish]

More monster hunter Mai au?

Inspired by this artwork by kimmytsunami: [Link]. Continued from: [Link], [Link], and [Link].

1. The right thing to do, Mai knows, is to report to Long Feng, endure his scorn and whatever punishment he sees fit to heap upon her, and wash her hand of the monsters at the Jasmine Dragon. But she doesn't. At first, she tells herself she'll tell Long Feng soon, when she isn't so tired, or rattled, but then that line becomes more and more obviously a lie, and soon it becomes too long ago for her to fess up without serious punishment. She decides instead to survail the tea shop to make sure no one gets hurt, and to pinpoint a weakness on the part of its owners.

2. She finds... a surprising amount of kids and families frequent the shop, potential human sheilds for the dragons. One old woman and her two teenage grandchildren are there almost every day, along with a little blind girl with her cane and a blindfold over her eyes. One afternoon, the old woman's granddaughter gives the blind girl a present, and when she unwraps it, it's a green denim jacket, with flowers enbroidered on it, leaving the words "I'm not blind, I just can't see anything less awsome than me" in negative space. It's like a beatiful, happy village who don't know they're living on the slopes of a volcano. It breaks Mai's heart.

3. But worse, she has miscalculated terribly, Because since she has started surveilling the tea shop, she has not been reporting kills. Long Feng is suspicious, and rather than dress her down or ask her why she's no longer killing monsters, he sends the next best of his monster killers after, to spy on her, and Jet has been a rival and thorn in her side for years. And Jet is only too happy to spy on her and report back even the smallest of infractions.

4. But spying on a spy quickly becomes too boring for Jet, and unbeknownst to Mai, He starts steaking out the restaurant too, and he quickly figures out Iroh and Zuko's little secret. Perfect, he thinks, he'll steal Mai's kill, and win her top spot. He slips into the back of the restaraunt. And instead of the quiet careful kill he expects, he finds himself shoved out of the kitchen and knocked to the floor by the small dragon's shoulder. The small dragon shifts from teanage boy to gawky teenage dragon as he runs/slithers out after Jet into the dining area. Oh, thinks Mai, this is when the volcano erupts.

5. And it does, just not the way Mai was thinking. The blind girl's hair starts moving, and lifts off her head, and Mai's brain takes a moment to realize what she's seeing, a wig over a writhing tangle of snakes. She starts taking off her blindfold, but the grandmother stops her. A gorgon. The grandmother and her grandchildren come up to circle Jet, their bodies dissolving into water and reforming. Water demons. She looks around the teashop, and all of the previously human faces are something else now. Every one of them is a monster. It takes her no time at all to make her decision. Jet is an idiot. He was clearly spying on her and trying to get one up on her. And he will be killed without her help. She swings down from the roof nextdoor and runs into the teashop.

[m-jelly]

Ummm... I have been thinking about this for a while. Reader is a teashop owner and Levi found it's a good place to relax. The he is attracted to the owner and one day just before the shop close, Levi come and ask the owner to join him drinking tea. He confessed and maybe.. a kiss? or something :> thank you, Jelly! Your works are amazing!

Warming tea

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Romance, falling in love, canon AU, fluff, cute, confessions.

Concept: Levi keeps visiting the same tea shop over and over again during his time off work and on breaks. You don't know anything about his fame with being the strongest soldier, which is refreshing for him. You both get a little close in your talks and develop feelings. On a closing night, Levi confesses his feelings for you.

Levi had been coming to your tea shop for a while and each time he goes, he starts feeling something inside him that he's not used to and he's never felt before. You made him feel alive and he'd miss that feeling when you weren't around.

He sat down in his usual spot when you weren't too busy and people wouldn't make a fuss of him. He pulled out his hankie with his own things wrapped around it. Levi always bought his own utensils and extras. He played with his hankie as he waited for you to come over to him.

You strode over with Levi's usual things and something extra. You leaned on the table and gasped. "I have a treat for you."

Levi perked up. "Oh? What is it?"

You moved two teacups off the tray and two cakes. "I ordered this new tea and the cake is newly made. I haven't tested any of it out because I want to try them with you."

His cheeks burned at your sweet romantic words. "Thank you."

You picked up the tea and sighed. "Ready on three. One, two, three."

Levi sipped the tea and kept his eyes on you the whole time. "Mm, it's...uplifting. How is that possible?"

You hummed. "It is. It's really nice. I'm impressed with it. It said on the tin that it has a mixture of flowers and dried fruit."

"I like it."

You pointed to the cake. "Try that."

He cut it and ate it. "Huh..."

You giggled. "Key lime pie. I went on a mass cookbook buying and found an old one. What do you think?"

"It's really good."

You smiled brightly. "Really? Oh, I'm so glad"

"It pairs well with the tea."

You hummed a laugh. "It does."

He played with his cup. "Thank you...for this...umm..."

You smiled softly at him. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah."

You looked out the window to see people staring at Levi and whispering. "What's that about?"

Levi glared at the people making them run off. "Tch, no one."

"They acted like they knew you."

He hunched up a little. "I don't know them."

You stood up and hummed. "Alright, well I need to get back to work."

Levi grasped your hand to prevent you from leaving. "So soon?"

"I have work."

He looked around to see the late night crowd coming in. "Oh...oh." He released his grip. "I didn't see them. Have a good shift."

"I will."

Levi fiddled with his hands as he thought over his feelings and his urges. He glanced over at your beautiful form and admired you. He wanted so badly to hold you. As the months had gone by, his care for you and feelings had blossomed into something so beautiful and loving. The more he visited, the more he wanted you.

He dreamed of the perfect life with you. He craved a sweet home with a big garden for tea growing. He wanted to wake up next to you and make your breakfast. He wanted to hold you close and cling to you. He wanted to grow old with you surrounded by children. He desired it all with you.

You walked over to Levi with a cute smile he loved. "I'm closing up now."

Levi rose to his feet. "I'll help. I'll walk you home after as well."

You smiled sweetly at the man as your heart fluttered in your chest. "I'd love that."

He grabbed some cleaning supplies as you put away things and dealt with your perishables. He cleaned up fast and waited for you after. He grabbed your coat and helped you into it as he blushed hard. You natural scent and perfume consumed him.

You turned to Levi with a smile. "Thank you."

Levi locked eyes with you. "I'm in love with you." He stared at you as you blushed. Levi's cheeks started to burn. "Tch, shit I said that out loud, didn't I?"

You nodded. "You did...did you mean it?"

He groaned as he felt conflicting feelings. "Yeah."

You leaned closer allowing you to lightly kiss Levi. "Well, I'm in love with you too."

Levi felt his whole being become uplifted. "You are? Really?"

"I am."

He tangled his fingers in your hair as a blush spread on his cheeks. "May I kiss you and make you mine?"

You shyly nodded back. "Please do."

[romanovanoff]

bio says black widow stories but i do like to dabble with other characters too. ill have a full list on another post.

YOU & I

A Bellatrix & Tom Riddle story

part one

characters:

bellatrix black

tom riddle

narcissa black

andromeda black

druella black

rodolphus lestrange

rabastan lestrange

(tba)

relationships:

bella/tom

narcissa/lucius

andromeda/ted

(tba)

summary: tom is the new kid in school and is already popular amongst his peers. his goal is to have bellatrix black by his side when he conquers the wizarding world, and his only problem? bella is already in an arranged marriage and also wants nothing to do with him.

disclaimer: i have never read the books, and ive seen all the movies only like twice. im not a crazy fanatic potterhead, i just have an unhealthy obsession for bellatrix/helena bonham carter 😌. so apologies in advance if i make any mistakes, regarding whats canon in the harry potter universe and so on. the little things, the big things, my bad. i hope the fact that its mostly au makes up for what it lacks in accuracy.

word count: 3497

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"I overheard earlier today that Hogwarts received a new student," Druella spoke as she took a sip of tea, delicately patting a napkin across her lips before gazing over at her three daughters. Bellatrix, who didn't seem interested at all in the conversation, Andromeda, who was busy scribbling something in her diary, and little Narcissa who was following along to her mother's words.

"Yes, it's true," The blonde girl, thirteen years old, responded. "I thought it strange at first but apparently he and his family were living somewhere in Europe. Tom Riddle, I think his name is. He'd been taught at home and his father had gotten a job at the ministry so they transferred him to Hogwarts."

Ever the gossip, it didn't surprise Bellatrix in the slightest that Cissy knew so much about the new student. She rolled her eyes, wondering why the hell they were even discussing this in the first place. It was just a new student, who cares? She voiced this several times out loud but had received the usual disapproving glances from the two blondes. It creeped the raven-haired witch sometimes at how much Cissy resembled their mother.

Letting out a sigh Bella swirled her spoon around in her teacup, not finding the appetite to drink nor eat the sweets that accompanied her tea. The three of them were currently in Rosa Lee's teashop, a place they often went to every other week, with permission to leave the school of course- though she didn’t ask for it most times. Usually Bellatrix would devour the treats but today she was feeling too anxious to do anything but. At seventeen years old she had stretched out her days of freedom and was now forced into a marriage that should have taken place two years ago.

The thought of marriage wasn't all that bad, if she was being honest. Sometimes when her thoughts and actions weren't clouded with hate and rage she'd daydream a not so near future of a perfect wedding. A wedding where she would be marrying someone she truly loved and could cherish, to honor their vows to the fullest extent. So the wedding itself wasn't the problem, it was who she was supposed to be wed to that was. Her long time childhood friend, Rodolphus Lestrange. And one of the very few in the sacred 28 that wasn't related to the Blacks by blood. At least that she was aware of… The thought still made her cringe, even after checking every family tapestry available and an exhausting amount of research.

Everyone wanted her to be happy about the fact she'd get to marry someone she's known for years, something most pure-bloods didn't have the honor of having, but it was the fact she knew him so well that she hated. He was like a brother to her, albeit at times an annoying and even sexist brother. He wasn't husband material and she was most certainly not wife material for him. And add to the fact that they'd be pressured to have children immediately after becoming man and wife, the thought of having sex with him made her want to gag. You'd think they'd notice that such a practice was incredibly outdated. She hated to wonder if the marriage had taken place two years ago, would they really pressure two 15 year olds to consumate? Fuck this life.

She felt like the world and everyone in it was against her. All her complaints had been shot down, leaving her inwardly seething with rage before being left totally subdued. Oh, how she hated being so… powerless, left without a voice, without a right to do what she wanted and to do so as she pleased, the ever present shadow looming over her shoulder that was the society and family she was born into.

Letting out a sigh she looked over at Andromeda who was still scribbling in that damn book. Probably instant messaging her friends, something Bellatrix didn't have the luxury of having. At least genuine ones anyway. The ones she had in school were merely vultures following around, waiting for the opportunity to eat away at the scraps she bared. They didn't hesitate to use her to their advantage, trying to play her like a fool. Idiots, they should've known she was the brightest witch of her age for a reason. And no one took advantage of Bellatrix Black.

Despite still being superior she continued feeling a bitter pang in her heart, knowing no one truly cared for her there. Well, maybe except for her sisters, Rodolphus and his brother that is.

Catching her eyes on what she was doing Andromeda quickly closed her book and narrowed her eyes at her eldest sister. But then a familiar smirk curled the girls lips and Bellatrix knew what was going to happen before her sister could even utter a word. She knew that smirk anywhere. Bella herself wore that smirk on several occasions, actually even taught it to her dear sister! If only mother knew how truly naughty Andy was, maybe then the heat wouldn't fall upon Bella so heavily when she did something that displeased her.

"Mother," Andromeda chimed in, interrupting Cissy's conversation with the older woman. "Bellatrix is right. Why not talk about something else."

"Andy…" The dark haired witch warned, fingers clenched around her spoon.

"Like… Bella's wedding perhaps? Surely there are plenty of plans to discuss. Some of which I'm sure my dear sister here is needed for?" The brunette suggested 'innocently', smiling back at Bellatrix before looking at her mother.

Druella blinked once, then twice before she brightened up. Damnit, Andy, Bella thought to herself angrily, glaring daggers at her younger sister. "You're right! We only have a short few weeks before the big day and still so much to do. How about we end this little meal early and say we go to one of the boutiques nearby, check up on your wedding dress," Druella said as she rose from her seat.

And so that's what they did. They went to the boutique, checked the incredibly old fashioned dress, with what looked like the most painfully looking corset yet stitched into the fabric. After, they stopped by a few other shops to double check things were in order for the wedding before finally apparating home. The entire time Bellatrix had trudged along reluctantly behind her sisters and mother, offering a few weak comments and opinions for this thing and that when asked of her.

She was glad to finally be back home, finding relief in the knowledge that tomorrow morning she'd be returning back to Hogwarts, having spent the weekend with her family. On one hand she was glad she managed to extend the wedding date, convincing her parents that it might be wise that she finish her last year and take her N.E.W.T.s before focusing on 'wifely duties'. Yes, that was how she phrased it. And yes, they'd taken the bait, obviously wanting their daughter to focus on her marriage once out of school, and not caring about the intelligence hidden behind her usual mask of indifference.

She made short work separating from her family's side to make her way upstairs to her room. And then made even shorter work getting ready for bed. No one ever bothered her when she was up the stairs and hidden away. It was known to all that Bellatrix Black inherited the 'mad' gene in the family, more prone to violent outbursts and destructive tantrums. Because of this her room wasn't the prettiest, constantly being repaired and sparse so there were less objects to break. The room was also constantly being placed under a silencing charm, quieting her screams so the rest of the household could sleep peacefully. How thoughtful of them, she thought to herself bitterly.

The sun was already down by the time she emerged from the bathroom, all scrubbed up and her hair wet, the many strands in ringlets falling down her back. With her wand, she casted a quick-drying spell to both her body and hair, not bothering with any sleeping robes as she climbed into bed. Once in she blew out the candles before getting comfortable under the covers. Usually, it would be too early to go to sleep, and she'd have at least a glass or two of firewhiskey to help her doze off but she felt the whole unexpected wedding planning this afternoon was enough to do her in. Not only that but she did need to wake up early to catch the train back to Hogwarts tomorrow. So without much further thought she closed her heavy eyes and fell asleep, hoping things could be much easier in the future.

THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS

"Tom Riddle is in our class."

"I heard Tom's family is incredibly wealthy and direct descendants to Salazar Slytherin."

"It's true! I overheard him talking to snakes! Snakes!"

The whispers and excited talk continued on and on the moment Bellatrix stepped onto the Hogwarts express. If she thought Cissy talking to mother about this ‘nobody’ annoyed her, she was absolutely wrong. Hearing everyone around her discuss this Riddle boy absolutely drenched her high spirits and put her in one of her dark moods.

No one needed to look twice to know to stay away from the young witch. If dark glaring eyes didn't strike fear into her peers, then the dark energy and aura surrounding her would.

Not wanting to hear the gossip anymore Bella separated from her 'friends' and found a seating compartment for herself, only able to hold two people, but thankfully no one dared claim the other spot. She sat close to the window, forehead touching the glass, and seeming to cool her ever bubbling irritation. Trees and rolling hills passed by in a blur but she wasn't particularly watching, eyes slightly glazed over as she got lost in thought.

So lost in thought she almost didn't notice the sounds of her compartment door being slid open and a person taking a seat across from her. Blinking slowly she looked over to the 'intruder' as the door slid closed once more, leaving the two individuals with some privacy she didn't necessarily want.

The person in front of her was a young man. Probably around her age with dark brown hair, curling neatly at the front. He had bright emerald eyes, warm but she got the hint of something darker underneath, something dangerous hidden beneath the surface and ready to strike unsuspecting prey. Despite that though everything else about him seemed pretty bland. Pale skin- but not as pale as hers-, average build, and put together uniform.

"Who're you?" She found herself asking, swallowing the automatic 'get out' she was originally planning on saying. Given the fact she hasn't seen him before in this school year or any year before that, she was already dreading the answer. She wasn't even sure why she disliked him so much already. Maybe it was the fact he's barely even started school here and yet everyone was already drooling over him. Maybe it was the fact he was well known for things the student body hasn't even had proof of, things he was already praised for. And on her side of things she was well known for her infamous anger and her upcoming marriage to Rodolphus. That or her status of being the firstborn Black daughter. Otherwise known as the current heir of the Black family. Well. That was until her idiot cousin, Sirius was old enough to steal the mantle from her.

So when he said, "Tom. Tom Riddle," She really couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes. Cause of course the person she had no care for was sat in, of all seats, the one in front of her. "Does that name offend you?" He then asked, wearing the same damn smirk he wore the moment she took in his appearance just seconds earlier.

"No," She said in a bored drawl, eyes once again gazing out the window as her head rested against the glass. "Unlike every other idiot out there, I care not for who you are. You're just another ordinary student attending Hogwarts. Nothing special about that," She told him, her tone consistent in telling him of how much she didn't care.

He was quiet for some time. Not too long, but enough to give her pause and wonder if she'd wandered too deep in thought and he'd slipped away. Only a glance his way revealed that, no, he was still here. "I agree," He finally spoke again. "There's nothing special about me at all. And I'm starting to despise the fact people are so interested in me. Took a look at the school Friday and suddenly everyone thinks so highly of me just because it was a private tour by the headmaster himself," He huffed.

It was clear to Bellatrix by the way he spoke, by the way he talked that he was excellent at charming people, manipulating them even if you would use the darker term. Again, she was many things but an idiot was not one of them and she wasn't falling for his 'charms' or tactics any time soon.

"Oh, poor you," She said in a mocking voice, jutting out her bottom lip as she faced him fully. "New kid in school has everyone fawning over him. Such a terrible life you must live, knowing you have everyone in the palm of your hands with just a smile." She finished the sentence off with said smile before turning it into a sneer.

"I won't repeat myself again. I care not for who you are, and I don't wish to know you or anything about you. So if you're going to sit here, then it better be in silence, or so help me merlin I will curse you. Laws be damned," She hissed. Hopefully for the last time she turned away again, feeling her mood lighten just slightly at her first threat of the day.

Usually, other students would run away by now, flee the vicinity in which she occupied, but Tom just sat there, in shock, or because he actually listened to her words. Finding herself curious about which option she chanced another glance but was surprised to see him wearing that annoying little smirk instead. "Cute," He told her, enjoying the way her eyes widened just slightly before darkening with anger. "That threat might work on others but it won't with me."

Her magic was absolutely crackling around her, like static in the air just before an oncoming storm. She was soon to make good on her threat. "Based on your looks, in how you speak, and the way I saw you walk earlier, looking down at everyone as if they were beneath you. I would safely assume you are a… Black. Bellatrix Black? Considering you look to be in the same year as me," He continued, assuming everything correctly. She didn't need to know though that he'd actually done his research prior to moving here, and that he had asked around earlier. "I don't expect you to get along with me from the start, but you will see me around often. I'll personally make sure of that. Cause I like you," He said with a shrug, smirk still in place.

Bold. Oh, so very bold and before Bellatrix could even utter a single word or even grab and raise her wand for that matter, he was already out the door. The space in front of her was once again vacant and she stared at the now unoccupied seat as the door slid closed.

LATER THAT DAY

It was almost impossible for the raven haired witch to avoid hearing or seeing Tom. It was as if everywhere she turned, someone was talking about him or he himself was staring at her from a distance. Usually she would never admit such a thing, her pride too strong, but it greatly unnerved her. Who the hell did he think he was? Claiming he would see her more often because he liked her? “Doesn’t even know me,” She scoffed to herself, annoyed as she continued on the familiar path to her dormitory.

Bellatrix was a slytherin through and through, like every other Black family member before her. There had been no question about it. Well, maybe after. She questioned it alot. The houses, the characteristics and traits. All of it. And once she's put herself in a more outside perspective about it she really couldn't help but laugh at the whole student body, almost all of them adapting and practically absorbing their houses certain traits into their own personality.

Anyway, she was a slytherin, but she couldn't help but wonder if she'd changed her mindset that first day, if her family hadn't been so adamant on which house she went to, would she have been chosen for hufflepuff, perhaps? Maybe gryffindor? Ew, no. Possibly ravenclaw. These thoughts raced past in her mind as she made her way down into the dungeons. There was a little of her in each, she supposed.

"Drommie, Cissy," Bellatrix greeted once she made it into the girls dorm, having already said the password and walked through the shared sitting room. All three Black sisters shared the same room, something Bellatrix and her mother both insisted and agreed upon to the headmaster when first starting school here. It was a protective thing. Bella knew that her sisters weren't like her, lacking in gut and courage. She was sure Andromeda could take care of herself, at times, but if worse came to worse she was more likely to break under pressure and need rescuing from her bigger sister. And little Narcissa, the spoiled brat she was, didn't have a single backbone in her body, choosing instead to flee or hide behind one's robes. Despite those certain qualities though Bellatrix still loved her sisters dearly and simply made it a priority to keep them safe, consequences to herself be damned.

Sure… maybe it was Bella's fault for them needing protection, having spent most of her years reigning terror down upon those who even glance at her, therefore her peers not liking her and taking it out on her sisters instead. But… hey! They looked at her funny, they deserved it!

"Bella why didn't you sit with us on the train," Narcissa asked, looking at her older sister as she sat on her bed.

Bellatrix rolled her eyes and walked past, towards her own bed furthest in the room and by the window. "As if I'd sit and listen to you two and your friends gossiping about the 'new boy'," She said back.

Andromeda turned to her with a quirked brow. "I don't know, by the looks of it you sat just fine with the 'new boy' before you ran him away."

Bellatrix was only able to scoff as a response before Narcissa quickly interrupted, hopping over towards Bellatrix. "You got to talk to Tom Riddle?" She asked excitedly. "How was he like? Was he charming? Did he show you parseltongue?"

"Cissy, please, calm down. He was none of those things. He was very bland… and cocky, and arrogant," Bella responded, the end getting heated with annoyance. Not towards her sister of course.

"Sounds like someone I know," Andromeda spoke up with a pointed look Bella's way.

"Shut up," The dark haired witch shot back. Because of course she couldn't deny it. She was those things sometimes… all the time. "Whatever. Let’s go. It's time for lunch anyway."

(A/N: lets be honest idk how classes work at hogwarts so lets say bellatrix and sis’s meet up w mother on the reggy, with permission or without, and this particular weekend was a break for all students to either visit their fam or relax in their dorms/explore school grounds. today (mon) is a day for them to get readjusted and classes start up again the following day. anyway continue)

All the way to the great hall Bellatrix's sisters continued teasing her about Tom. Thankfully she took the teasing easily, shoving her sisters good naturedly and joking along. That was until they reached the great hall. She didn't think her sisters noticed but as they walked past others to get to their table Bellatrix could feel a strong force on her, like something digging into the back of her head. She scanned her eyes around the room once, trying to catch the culprit of whatever was happening but all she could see were other students eating merrily, not a clue to her predicament. Thankfully by the time she'd sat down the force had vanished and she could focus back on her sisters.

Tom stood just outside the doors of the great hall, panting and trying to catch his breath. Never had he been rejected so quickly from someone's mind, not even close to breaching it in fact. Her magic was strong, untampered and just waiting to be fully unleashed just beneath the surface. A magic enough to rival his own. She may think she was strong now but oh just wait until he had her with him, by his side. Just wait until he showed her what she's truly capable of.

With these thoughts in mind he swiftly walked away from the great hall entrance, on his way back to his dorm.

[m-jelly]

Hey jelly! How about a college!au with football captain Levi 🥵 up to you how the story goes hehe

Helloooooo. I'll give it a go. Sorry, I'm from the UK so, I'm guessing by college you mean University here and by football you mean American football? Sorry if I'm wrong! Happy to do this :D

I only want you watching me.

Pairing: Levi x Reader.

Genre and tags: Romance, falling in love, Levi has a crush on you, American football, cute Levi, flustered Levi, awkward Levi, confessions.

Concept: Levi is the football captain who everyone looks up to and is the centre of affection and attention, but he doesn't care for those around him. However, one girl does have his heart, you. Levi has had the biggest crush on you for a long time and has loved you from a distance, but never had the guts to ask you out. The two of you do talk now and then, he also has classes with you and makes sure he sits near you. Levi eventually builds up the courage to be more romantic with you and asks you to go to his game, an after-party and eventually on a date. He protects you and cares for you, because you are seen as the sweet alternative girl at school.

"Fuck me, man, just look at those cheerleaders."

Levi slammed his locker shut and rolled his eyes at his team eyeing up the cheerleaders. "Tch, oi shitheads? They're women and human beings, so stop treating them as objects." He turned to his team. "If I hear or catch any of you being disrespectful to women, I'll break your fucking bones."

One held his hands up. "Sorry captain."

He sighed. "If you hear any guys around campus treating women like shit, you set them straight, got it?"

They all answered. "YES, CAPTAIN!"

Levi hummed, then looked down the hall to see you walking towards him chatting to your friend Hange. Levi gulped hard and begged you in his head for you to notice him. He blushed when you smiled, then glanced at Levi. He watched you walk past and got a whiff of your perfume. "I'll see you lot at practice." Levi jogged down the hall after you and called your name. He slowed down and sighed. "Hi."

You smiled at Levi. "Hi."

He cleared his throat. "What uh...what are you doing?"

You hummed. "Walking down the hall."

Levi blushed. "Yeah, of course, you are." He frowned a little. "Tch, shit ah...do you...do..."

Hange smirked when it clicked in her head. She knew Levi was in love with you and she knew you had a cute crush on him. "You know what? I just remembered I have an experiment to do. Levi? Could you take my sweet friend here to lunch? Cool, thanks!"

You watched her run off. "Hange!?" You sighed as a blush burned your cheeks. "Lunch, huh?" You gulped hard. "You umm, you coming?"

Levi nodded. "Y-Yes. C-Can we go off-campus? I umm, I know a good teashop."

You hummed a little laugh making Levi's heart flutter. "I never thought that the captain of the football team would be into tea."

"I love the stuff. Do you?"

You nodded and started walking with him. "I do. I find tea claiming."

Levi gripped his bag. "I find you calming."

You frowned a little. "What was that?"

He blushed bright red when he realised he'd let his feelings slip. "I was agreeing with you. S-So, how are your studies?"

"Good. I'm a little stressed, but I'm trying to do things to relax me and make me happy." You nibbled your lip. "You?"

"Ah, good." He frowned. "I have to keep my grades high, or I lose my spot on the team."

You hummed a laugh. "Well, you are top of the class. You know, you drive Hange fucking crazy sometimes. You get better grades than her." You laughed when you remembered Hange's dumbstruck face. "Poor thing. It just makes me more impressed with you."

He opened the teashop door and let you go in first, then he pulled your chair out for you and ordered everything. "I'll pay." He cleared his throat. "Anyway, you're impressed with me?"

"Who wouldn't be?" You sighed. "And I want to pay half."

"No deal. I'm paying."

You groaned. "Fine, but know I am unhappy."

"Noted." He fiddled with his hands. "So, do you need help with your studies?"

You raised a brow. "Not really, but it would be nice to have a study buddy. Why, do you know someone?"

Levi blushed hard and pushed himself internally. "Me?"

You stared at Levi and saw how hopeful he was. "You know what? Sure."

"Great!" He winced at how overly excited he sounded. "Sorry, I umm. I could come to your place?"

You nodded. "Yeah. I share a home with Hange and some others. We're the rejects who didn't want to be part of some weird sorority. It's like a damn mini cult. You're not part of a frat, are you?"

He shook his head. "No. I can't stand them. I share a house with Erwin, Mike and two other guys."

You smiled a little. "It's nicer that way, right?"

"It is." Levi frowned when you huffed. "What's wrong?"

You waited for the tea and food to be put down before you talked. "You shouldn't be seen with me."

"What do you mean?"

You shrugged. "Well, you're the Captain of the fucking football team and I'm just so weirdo nobody."

He frowned a little and felt a bit hurt. "Well, I don't give a shit what others think. Who I hang out with or like is no one's fucking business but my own and the person I'm with."

You smiled a little at him. "That's really sweet of you."

"Well, I uhh...I...you..."

You hummed. "Damn, this is nice tea. You picked a great place." You blushed. "Oh, sorry I interrupted."

Levi smiled a little. "No, you saved me. I don't have my thoughts together. Give me some more time, yeah?"

You laughed. "Sure. Honestly, I know how you feel. I suck with words as well."

"Do...do you ever come to the games?"

You shook your head. "No, I've never been interested and the whole cult aspect of it just puts me off. Sorry, I'm kind of shitting on your thing."

"No, you're right about it." He gulped hard. "I was going to ask if you would come to the game at the end of this week. I would...I would love your support."

You nibbled your lip. "I'll think about it."

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Levi looked for you everywhere before the match and when it started, but you weren't there watching him. He felt sad because he wanted you and only you to be his cheerleader. He liked you a lot, but part of him understood why you hadn't because it wasn't your thing and there was an astmosphere around the game as well with who could be with the football players.

Levi looked again at half-time and finally saw you arriving. He smiled as you slipped into the row and said sorry. He waited for you to sit and then look at him. Levi waved at you, but you looked behind you as if you thought he was waving to someone else.

Levi pointed at you when you looked back.

You pointed at yourself.

Levi nodded, then waved.

You blushed and laughed a little, then waved back. You patted your palm against the side of your head to say you were stupid.

Levi shook his head at you to disagree.

You smiled at him sweetly, then gave him the thumbs up and mouthed good luck.

Levi bowed to you, then mouthed thank you.

You sighed and watched the game and new the basics. You'd researched beforehand so you knew what was going all. What you could gather was Levi was kicking ass and his team were winning. You were so impressed with Levi and how well he led the team. You were a little shocked at how big Erwin was muscle wise and how tall Mike was. You just thought they were cool, but Levi really had your heart fluttering.

You stood up at the end of the match and clapped. Levi's team had won by a landslide. People in the crowd said they seemed to have gotten massive inspritation in the second half. You blushed and thought maybe you being there gave Levi a little boost.

You waited for most people to leave, then you walked down and went to leave but heard Levi shout your name. You turned and smiled at him in his game things with his helmet off. "Hi."

Levi smiled a little at you. "Hi."

You hummed, then playfully punched him in the chest. "You rocked out there."

"Thanks."

You blushed a little. "I'll be honest, I didn't know much of what was going on, but I was impressed."

Levi stepped closer. "Thank you."

You hummed a bit. "Are you okay? I mean, you guys take a beating out there. I know you're all padded up, but still."

"I'm perfectly fine."

"Good."

He blushed. "You were worried about me?"

You nodded and felt nervous and flustered as your feelings creeped up. "Yes. Anyway, I should head home now."

He grabbed your hand and stopped you. "So, there's an party we're all going to in order to celebrate. Do you want to come with me?"

You smiled at him. "That's sweet of you to invite me, but I'll decline." You looked over at the jocks and the frats. "They're not really my people."

Levi looked over at the madness of the guys, as well as the girl. "Tch, yeah they're a bunch of idiots."

"Have fun though." You backed up. "Sorry I was late, but I had fun."

Levi chased you. "W-Wait."

You stopped and turned to him. "Yeah?"

"So, ah...how about I walk you home?"

You stared at Levi, then hummed. "Do you like hotdogs?"

Levi frowned a little. "Hotdogs?"

You nodded. "I know a great diner that has these hotdogs of different kinds, like chili dogs, new york dogs, you know?"

Levi smiled a little. "I do. I'll change up and join you. You okay to wait here?"

You nodded. "Yeah."

"Okay." He ran to the changing room and felt so excited. He cleaned up, then ran past the party group and ignored their pleas. He smiled when he saw you sat on the bleachers waiting for him. "Perfect."

"Levi?" The head cheerleader walked closer. "You coming to the party or what?"

"I'm not. Enjoy."

She grabbed his upper arm. "Just one drink."

Levi pulled free. "Nah, I have plans." He ran over to you and smiled. "I'm ready."

You stood up and smiled back. "Great." You looked back at the cheerleader giving you evils. "If you've got something to say, then say it."

She flicked her hair. "You're a charity case."

"That so? Well, at least I get him for the night and you go to a party all alone. Ya fucking loser."

She gasped. "Bitch!"

"Bite me!"

"I'll ruin you."

You hugged Levi's arms. "No! Levi will tonight!"

Levi blushed hard. "Wh-what?"

You smiled at him. "It's a joke."

He sighed and nodded. "Right." He looked to the cheerleader. "Fuck off. I'm having fun." He walked with you off-campus and noticed you were cold. He pulled off his jacket, then put it on your shoulders. "Here."

You hugged it around you and smiled. "Thanks. It's a bit big, but it's warm."

"I'm glad." He frowned a little. "You know, I'm really sorry about all that and the shit you get. You don't deserve it. You're wonderful and I like you."

You bumped against him. "I like you too."

Levi held back a smile, but he was so happy that you cared about him. You both went to the diner and ate together. You spent all night laughing and talking about different stories about your lives. You kept going until the sun started to rise letting you both know you'd talked all night. You ate breakfast together, then walked with Levi back to you place.

You stopped outside, then turned to Levi. "You know, I really like you Levi."

Levi smiled a little. "I love you too." He went white. "Shit."

You stared at him, then you kissed him lightly. You searched his eyes for a moment, then you both wrapped your arms around each other and kissed over and over. Your tongues moved together in heated mouths. Legs grew weak from passion and love. The world slowed down to a stop.

You pulled back a little and panted. "That was better than I'd been thinking it'd be."

"You've been thinking about kissing me?"

"Yes."

Levi smiled a little. "Me too. I've had the biggest crush on your for a long time."

You nibbled your lip as you felt you needed to be honest. "Me too, but I was so worried about status at school. However, now I know you love me for me and will stay by my side no matter what people say. I love you Levi, I really do."

Levi picked up up, then spun around with you. "Best day of my life."

You giggled, then looked to your house. "So...do you want to come in?" You blushed. "Not for what you're thinking. It's just, you must be exhuasted from the match and we've been up all night. I was wondering if you wanted to nap together?"

Levi stared at you, then carried you into your house and to your room as quietly as possible so he wouldn't wake your roommates, mainly Hange. He locked your door, then lay you on your bed. He lay next to you, then lightly touched your cheek as you both smiled at each other. He kissed you, then dragged you into his arms and held you against his chest. He closed his eyes and slowly drifted off into a deep sleep. Both of you knew that you were in the best love and relatioship of your lives. You both had the person you wanted to grow old with.

[m-jelly]

Hi Jelly! What do you think abt reader being an artist? Basically where reader goes to Levi's tea shop sketching people in the cafe and suddenly draws Levi? The rest is up to you hehe. Thank you in advance!💛

So cute. I've done Ao3 stories where Levi is the artist and loves drawing reader, but I love it being the other way around <3

My perfect muse

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Artist reader, teashop owner Levi, falling in love, love, romance, fluff, becoming a couple, flirting, cuteness, modern AU.

Concept: You're a successful artist, but you've run out of inspiration and it's been bothering you for months. You go to a seaside town to get inspiration. One day you head to a tea shop, only to find the most beautiful muse you've ever seen. Levi notices that you come into his cafe and are there for hours on end and come most days. After a few days, Levi talks to you and sees your artwork is all of him. Both you and he become flustered, then you offer him a job as your model and muse. Levi eventually agrees to it and slowly the two of you connect more and more the longer you spend with each other.

Boring.

Everything was boring.

Dull, lifeless and cold.

The world around you no longer inspired you. All your artwork had lost its spark, but people still bought it and your manager adored it. You were disappointed in yourself. Even the beautiful drawings and paintings of the seaside town you were vacationing in were disappointing. You knew very well your spark was gone.

You walked along the seafront wondering what you could do. Maybe it was time to stop and chase a different job, but you used to love making art so much. You wanted that passion and love back, but you weren't sure how to get it. There was so much beauty in this small town, but nothing pushed you to create something.

You found yourself in front of a cute teashop that looked clean, welcoming and homely. You hummed, then slipped inside and was hit with this wonderful scent of tea and baked things. You smiled and felt a little uplifted by the place. You looked around and admired the woodwork and plants everywhere. You felt welcomed.

You gasped as you felt a little tingle inside you. This teashop gave you inspiration. You walked over to a table, then set up your sketchbook and pencils. You started drawing everything around you and felt yourself smiling at how perfect everything was. This teashop was inspiring, cute, and just so wonderful.

"Tch, oi?"

You looked up and gasped when you looked at a beautiful and handsome man with such a harsh gaze. "H-Hi."

Levi held his menu up. "Something particular you want?"

You gulped and took the menu. "Sorry. I guess I should have looked before sitting down, huh?"

"Maybe." He glanced down at your sketchbook. "Hey, you're not shitty with pencils. You make my place look good."

You hummed a laugh. "I'm glad you like it." You handed the menu back. "I think I'll have an earl grey with a lemon and poppy seed muffin."

Levi raised his brow. "Tch, the brat has taste."

"Oh, is that something you like?"

He nodded. "It's my favourite. I'll bring it over in a bit."

You smiled at him. "Thanks." You watched him walk away to behind the counter. You blushed a little, then started drawing him. "What an inspiration." You smiled, then drew Levi in great detail and drew him smiling a little as he made the tea. You added flowers around him and a flower crown on his head. "Cute."

"Tch, talking to yourself?"

You slapped your book closed and smiled when he put your things down. "I do that sometimes. Sorry."

He hummed. "Don't be." He looked at your closed book. "You drawing porn?"

You blushed. "No. Why would you ask that?"

He shrugged. "You closed your book fast."

"Ah, well...that's because it's not finished and I need to do better."

"Sure." He walked away a bit and felt a tickle in him to go back to you and talk to you. "So..." He sat down on the other chair. "You're not from here, are you?"

You sipped your tea and shook your head. "No. I'm from the city, but I'm thinking of moving here. It's so nice and peaceful."

He leaned his cheek on his hand. "Because that's all we need right now, more city people."

You smiled, then lifted your sketchbook and flicked through it. "I am from the country, but I moved to the city because of my job." You showed Levi your work. "I'm an artist."

Levi started at the beautiful water colouring of a person standing in the rain under a lamp in a dark city street. "This is beautiful and so sad."

"Thanks." You pulled the book back. "I used to make art I was proud of, but then I hit a wall and everything became grey and dull around me." You sighed. "I lost my spark."

Levi studied you and felt a calmness in your presence. He thought you were pretty, you smelt nice and you seemed so warm and soft. "You'll get your spark back."

You smiled at him. "I feel it coming back. Your teashop has given me a little lift." You cut into the muffin with a fork and ate a bit. "Oh wow, this is so good. Is it homemade?"

Levi nodded. "Yes."

"You're amazing."

He blushed and covered his mouth with his hand to hide his smile. "It better be."

You smiled at Levi, then talked with him until he had to start working again. You drew Levi as much as you could when he wasn't looking over. You drew him in so many magical ways, such as floating in the air with flowers around him and a cup of tea in his hands. You made him a handsome mad hatter. You drew him as a butler and a prince. You kept coming back to the teashop and each time, Levi spent more time with you. You'd both talk and get to know each other. Levi ended up experimenting with tea and using you as his tester.

His eyes and gaze were perfect.

You'd always draw them and focus on them. You became fixated on his eyes and frew them all the time. You knew that the more you drew him, the more you had feelings for him and you were falling hard. You didn't think he'd ever like you in that manner, so you were just happy with using him as a muse to create art. You didn't have his permission yet to sell things with him on.

You got so lost in drawing him like a demon, that you didn't notice him walk over and look down at your work. Levi admired how you drew him. He didn't think much of himself, but the amount of love and care you that went into your drawings of him moved him a little. He had some confidence because of you.

He leaned over your shoulder. "Not bad brat."

You jumped. "Fuck!" You panted. "You scared the shit out of me."

He leaned his arms on your shoulders. "Is that how you see me?"

You gasped, then slapped your book closed. "D-Don't look!"

He pulled the book from you, then flicked through it as you fell out of your seat and ran after him as he walked fast away from you. He stopped, then looked over at you. "You a stalker?"

You put your head in your hands and groaned. "No, I swear I'm not. I just...you inspire me, okay?"

Levi blushed hard as his heart raced at one drawing you did of little hearts around him. He'd had bubbling feelings about you, but he had no idea you felt the same way. "I'm teasing. I like these and I'm flattered and honoured."

"You're my muse." You looked up at him. "I haven't felt such a passion or spark in me like this before. You're just so wonderful."

Levi closed the book, then handed it over. "Keep it up. I like how you make me look. I've never really liked myself, but you make me feel like I'm not half bad."

You hugged the book and smiled. "You're really handsome Levi, honest." You blushed a little. "I would love for you to be my full-time model actually."

Levi blushed bright red. "Model? I don't know."

You hummed. "I can understand your reservations."

He walked closer to you. "Would...would it make you happy? Would it make you smile?"

You gulped hard. "A little, but I don't want you to feel pressured."

"I'll do a few things."

You lit up in pure delight making Levi blush. "Really?"

He nodded. "Tch, sure. Why not?"

You bowed to him. "I'll take great care of you!"

You drew Levi as he worked, then you started meeting outside of work and eventually at his house right on the beach. You drew him in so many beautiful ways that you became lost in him and his eyes. The drawing and paintings when you were together slowed down and the talking, laughing and spending time together took over.

Levi started turning the meetups into dates, or the closets he could get to one. His best plan was art lessons. He watched you paint, then he listened to you as you told him what to do, but he was lost in you. He couldn't stop staring and admiring you.

"Levi?" You hummed a little laugh. "Lost you there for a bit."

"Sorry." He started drawing, then sighed. "Tch, it's shit."

You looked down at his moonlight ocean watercolour and smiled. "I think it's lovely."

"The colours are leaking into each other."

You rubbed his back. "One step at a time. It takes practice, okay?"

He smiled a little. "You're right. I'm not good at art, but you are. I do know a few things I'm good at though."

You hummed. "What's that?"

He shuffled closer and got ready to make a move. "Cleaning, baking, making tea, fighting, massages and kissing."

You blushed a little. "Well, they're very good things."

"I can show you one."

You turned your head and looked at him. "Oh yeah?"

He nodded, then leaned closer and lightly kissed you. He enjoyed how warm and plump your lips were. He kissed you again and revelled in their softness. He moved his artwork, then cupped your face and kept lightly kissing you over and over as he enjoyed your wonderful lips. He gently licked your lip, then smiled when you opened your mouth in response. He started a shy half-open mouthed kiss, then felt confident when you kissed him back with just as much love back.

He pulled back, then kissed your forehead. "Don't go back to the city. Stay here, with me."

You smiled, then hugged him tightly. You kissed his neck, then nuzzled against it. "Yes Levi. I'll be right here in your arms."

He smiled and held you back. "Good."

[m-jelly]

Heyy Jelly, can I request smn from the Letter from Levi event?

Name: Rey [she/her]

Basically the context is that the reader is in the hospital because of a surgery

Relationship between Levi: Friendsz

Highschool Au

Dear Levi,

I'm supposed to be resting but I promised you that I will write you a letter after the surgery. Thankfully, the nurses allowed me to write a letter. Anyways, how are you? How's Hange and Erwin? I miss you guys very much, especially Hange's shenanigans, Erwin's old man stories and your short ass. I hope classes are not pressuring you guys or anything, haha. The surgery was a success by the way, I feel a lot more better, aside from those nasty pain killers. I'll be out in a week, but you can still visit me. After I'll get discharged, we'll go to that tea shop you recommend, they better have strawberry cupcakes.

Thinking of you,

Rey

Rey,

Once a brat, always a brat. You should do as you’re told and rest. I know you want to check on me, but I’m fine. Your health is a priority. You scare me when you don’t look after yourself and relax. Just, get some damn rest.

I’m fine, you don’t need to worry about me. Erwin is lost in his work as always. He’s trying to be the top student and pestering all the teachers with his questions. I swear one day the principal is going to call him in and tell him to stop asking questions. Four eyes is still her crazy self. I threw her into the women’s locker room the other day and demanded she take a fucking shower. She’s been too focused on doing shit in the lab that she got covered in some crap and wouldn’t wash it, but now she’s washed, thankfully. Fuck you for calling me short, you shitty little brat. You know, it’s a good job I like you sometimes.

I’m glad to hear your surgery went well, but you need to keep your fucking ass in bed. When I visit you and you try to get out of bed, I’ll tie you the fuck down. Don’t make me worry so much, okay? I’ve lost so many people I don’t want to lose another. So, just rest.

Sure, we’ll go to the teashop, but only if you’re a good brat and do as you’re told. Deal? Also, if they don’t have the cupcakes you want, I could make you some or something. It’s no big deal.

Yours,

Levi