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demonpiratehuntress · 2 months ago

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before you (Straw Hats + Ace, Law)

featuring - Zoro x F!Reader, Ace x F!Reader, Law x F!Reader, Luffy x F!Reader, Sanji x F!Reader, Usopp x F!Reader

summary - they find out you had a crush on someone else on the crew/someone they know before them

warnings - none

a/n - one energy drink later, i have three posts out...oh well, i'm not complaining

ZORO

Honestly, he didn't even care.

Until he learned who it was, that is.

"You had a crush on WHO?!" Is what the rest of the crew woke up to one day. You tried your best to hush him, saying that everyone's sleeping, but he was having a meltdown.

A few minutes later, when everyone was piling into the kitchen for breakfast, eyes still losing remnants of sleepiness, they saw the swordsman sitting at the table, one blade ominously on his lap.

"Uh, Zoro?" Usopp laughed nervously, putting Sanji between himself and Zoro. "What are you doing?"

"I just want to talk to Luffy," came the steely, scary calm response.

"Me?" The captain blinked. "What did I do?"

You stood at the back of the group, rubbing your temples. Bickering with Zoro had taken a lot out of you, the stubborn swordsman refusing to accept the fact that your crush on Luffy was in the past.

"Let's go," Nami was the first to leave, deciding that whatever it was could stay between the two arguably strongest members of the group. Then she seemed to realise that, and froze. "Actually, absolutely not."

But before she could get to either one of them, Zoro demonstrated just what had made him so frightening to pirates and lunged at Luffy with inhuman speed. Which resulted in him chasing the captain around the Going Merry, yelling at him and slashing with his sword - possibly taking a hair off Luffy's head.

"WHAT DID I DO?!"

ACE

When you revealed that you used to have a - harmless, innocent, you added - crush on Marco, Ace immediately wanted to throw himself overboard. He's so dramatic, acting like you stabbed him in the back, pouting for the rest of the day.

When anyone asked him what was wrong, he crossed his arms, huffed, and said, "Ask (Name), the traitor."

You just sighed, explaining that he's upset over something you said. But then moments later, Marco appeared and Ace practically glowers in his direction, mini flames burning in his eyes.

"Will you calm down!" You exclaimed, putting yourself between the two of them as Ace raised a flame-engulfed hand.

Marco raised an eyebrow, "What's with him now?"

"Nothing!" You assured him, then turned your gaze on Ace, an intense look in your eyes, "Right, Ace? We're all fine."

"...Right," he murmured, extinguishing his ball of fire. He looked away, refusing to even glance in Marco's direction now. He crossed his thick arms over his bare chest, grumbling under his breath.

Marco eyed him warily, but walked away without questioning Ace's odd behaviour further. No one could ever explain it anyway.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, "Ace, look at me."

"No."

"Ace!"

"No!"

Giving up, you just wrapped your arms around his torso from behind, pressing featherlight kisses to his shoulder. When his body visibly relaxed, you grinned.

"...I hate when you do that," he mumbled, annoyance fading quickly.

"Liar, you love it."

LAW

Law offered you a...blank look. This information was not exactly new to him. He had already known, after all he'd been there to witness it. He just wondered why you found it necessary to tell him about it, especially when it wasn't relevant to him at all.

The changes were subtle, but you started noticing them as the days passed by. Penguin's workload increased, he was told to do more chores, and Law even gave into some of the other crew's demands - which were made to tease Penguin - to make Penguin do their chores.

"Did I...did I do something wrong?" You heard him asking Shachi and Bepo one day, panic in his voice.

You made your way to Law's quarters, knocking before you stepped inside, "Is there a reason that Penguin seems to be doing half the crew's work recently?"

For a brief, imperceptible moment, Law tensed. Then he regained his composure, and spoke without lifting his eyes from his work, "I don't know what you mean, (Name)-ya."

"I think you do," you walked over, standing right beside him. "And it's not his fault."

"Of course not. He simply volunteered to assist other crewmembers."

You sighed, shaking your head, "So it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I used to have a crush on him before I started liking you?"

Again, that barely-noticeable tension, before the calm returned, "You did? Fascinating." His tone was dry, and you found it incredible that he could deny what was so obvious while simultaneously insulting you with a sarcastic remark.

"But I told you-"

"When? I don't recall."

You sighed. This man was impossible.

LUFFY

Luffy burst out laughing, unfazed by your admission. Oh, you had a crush on Usopp before you started liking him? No problem! What could he do about it? It was in the past, no sense dwelling on it.

"Uh...are you sure, Luffy?" You raised an eyebrow, slightly disappointed that he wasn't more worked up about it.

"Yes!" The captain beamed. "You're mine now, right? It doesn't matter!"

While his logic was absolutely flawless, for once since you'd met him, you were bewildered. He was so calm about this, remaining cheerful despite you telling him you liked another crewmember once.

But over the next few days, there were signs that it affected him more than you thought. Usopp was suddenly sitting way across from you at the table, never volunteered to pair up with you when you split into groups at nearby islands, and always avoided eye contact when you spoke to him - though you later found out he was just watching out for the captain.

"Luffy!" You called, after getting sick of Usopp's hesitance to be anywhere near you alone, even on the ship.

"Yes, (Name)?" Your boyfriend smiled innocently, though that might have been because he either forgot what he did, or he didn't see anything wrong with it.

"Why is Usopp behaving like that?" You asked him. "Is this because of what I told you?"

Luffy laughed, shaking his head, "No, I'm sure it's just because he's not feeling well!"

"Uh huh..."

Luffy extended his arms to grab you, pulling you onto Merry's figurehead with him, "Let's stop talking about Usopp."

His tone left no room for argument.

SANJI

One would think that you had just broken up with him, or beat him over the head with a wooden plank severely. The chef was laying on the floor, after having passed out, now crying rivers.

"Sanji-" You began, but didn't know what to tell him.

"My heart!" He wailed, "How could you do this to me, my sweet (Name)?!"

"What did you do?" Nami asked you, laughing.

"I just told him that I used to like Zoro," you sighed, "And now he won't stop saying that I broke his heart."

Chopper went to check on Sanji, worried that you revelation might have actually impacted him - only to find out that Sanji was, in fact, just being overly dramatic.

"Sanji-" You started again.

"Noooo!" He cried, pouting. "It hurts too much!"

"Get over yourself, idiot," Zoro grumbled, "It's not like she still has those feelings."

That seemed to snap Sanji out of it, because then he was on his feet and he kicked the swordsman through the wall. Usopp screamed and rushed to inspect the damage, while you gave Nami one look and she broke the fight up by twisting both their ears like they were little kids, until they apologised.

USOPP

He was devastated. Because what do you mean you used to like Sanji???? What do you mean you had a crush on the most romantic, most flirtatious Straw Hat????? He almost passed out, but ended up crying instead.

And then he tried to take Sanji out - the sniping kind.

"Usopp!" You laughed when you saw him take aim at the chef while he was cooking. "Stop that!"

He stopped, standing up straight and hiding his slingshot behind his back, trying to look innocent, as if he hadn't just been attempting to assassinate the blonde cook.

You assumed that was the last of it, as you had assured him your crush on Sanji was in the past, and would never resurface again.

Then you heard screaming, a loud bang, and a frustrated yell.

When you got to where the commotion was, the rest of the crew was there. Luffy and Zoro were laughing, because Sanji's hair was standing up in all different directions, his face looking like he'd put it near a bomb.

Or like a bomb had exploded near him...

"Usopp!" You yelled, "Why did you do that?! I mean, I know why, but I thought we were over this!"

"I'm satisfied now," he said proudly, walking away.

Sanji tried to go after him, but Nami helped you out by stopping him - she actually just wanted an excuse to hit him.

There was never a dull day with the Straw Hat crew.

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brvans · 2 years ago

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Care for You (Mizu x F!reader)

warnings: mentions of blood, wounds, and violence, soft sex, fingering (r! receiving)

a/n: wow. it's been a minute since i've truly sat down and wrote something. i'm absolutely obsessed with BES and mizu, i haven't felt so passionate about something since TLOU. this is my adaptation of what seems to be the most cliche scenario in this fandom so far: reader finding an injured mizu. i'm a bit rusty when it comes to writing so any and all feedback is welcome and appreciated, follows and notes as well. i have more ideas for works surrounding mizu (including a brothel fic muahahaha) so keep your eyes peeled for my posts :))

The sound of your sandals shuffling against the ground and your heavy pants were the only noises that pierced the otherwise quiet night. The moon, stars, and faint glow of your home in the distance were your only source of light as you trekked up the hill where the soft orange hue was coming from. The walk up this specific hill usually caused you no trouble, having done it dozens of times; however, this time was a tad bit different. Why? The limp, unconscious body that was currently draped over your shoulder.

Earlier in the evening you had heard a commotion down at the lake below the hill your home rested on. It was normal for stragglers, crooks, and opium addicts to travel through this part of Japan and mixing those groups of people usually ended up in some sort of fight. You had paid no mind to the noise, continuing with your cleaning. It wasn’t until you realized you needed more water for your tea that you made your way down the hill. As you reached the shore and saw the mess in front of you your stomach lurched.

Four bodies laid lifeless in front of you on the sand. From what you could tell they all had various stab and slash wounds across their bodies. Fifteen feet away from the tattered bodies lay another smaller one clad in baggy black trousers and stockings, a dark blue haori, and white scarf around his neck with a brown straw hat, round glasses with an orange tinted lens, and a sword, the telltale sign of a samurai on the ground beside him.

From where you stood you could see his chest still moving as he tried to shallowly breathe in oxygen from the air surrounding his struggling body. That brings you to where you are now, struggling up a damn hill trying to save this unknown samurai’s life. Was he responsible for the four bodies you had pushed into the lake? It didn’t matter to you; you weren’t one to judge in a world where it was kill or be killed.

You push the door to your house open and lay the injured stranger onto your mat near the fire. You start to boil water to disinfect whatever wounds he had and open a drawer to grab a needle and thread just in case stitches were needed. They very much were. You quickly realized the source of what seemed like never-ending blood on the top half of his body as you stripped the bloodstained clothing away. A gash about 4 inches long and deeper than you’d like it to be starting towards the base of his ribcage, skin around it starting to turn a yellowish color. It almost distracted you from the way the stranger was wearing chest wraps. Almost.

You frowned looking down at the shallow breathing of the samurai’s chest. Why would he need chest wraps? You thought, fingers brushing over the once white cloth now stained. Unless? You slowly started to undo the bindings, telling yourself you needed to anyways to properly clean the wound. As the cloth unraveled in your hands your small suspicion was confirmed. Two small breasts sat atop the chest of the slender samurai that laid before you, nipples hardening as they became exposed to the air. Your eyebrows raised, head tilting slightly to the side. A female samurai? How? Questions began to fill your mind as you started to clean the wound, gently washing it with the now hot water. It was unheard of for a woman to even touch a sword as it was said to make the blade impure. Where had this woman gotten her sword? Who did she get taught by? Clearly from the mess on the beach she knew her way around a fight.

You finished cleaning and stitching the larger wound and got to work on disinfecting the smaller cuts and scrapes on the upper half of her body. Once you were satisfied with your work, you began removing the woman’s trousers and stockings, revealing another deep gash running from the top of her knee down to her shin. Sighing you started the same process as her chest and prepared yourself for the unknown amount of time you would be caring for this mysterious female samurai.

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It took three days for the samurai to fully regain her consciousness. In those days you had changed the dressings on her wounds, forced broth and water down her throat for some form of sustenance, and carefully studied her whenever you found the chance to. You noticed small things others would easily miss. The way her face seemed like it was always in a permanent frown, her subtly toned muscles from what had to be from years of training, how her calloused hands would twitch in her sleep, stress being the cause of it you had concluded after watching her for a good hour whilst you sipped on your tea, and how insanely handsome she was. Wait what? Handsome? That thought scared you so much that you had refused to watch her for the remainder of the evening besides checking her wounds thoroughly before you went to bed. But you couldn’t ignore those thoughts that plagued your head as your touch lingered for more time than it should’ve.

You were sat cross-legged waiting for your tea to steep when you heard a thud from behind you. Quickly turning around to find what the source of the noise was, you were met with the samurai staring back at you, blue eyes shining in the dimly lit space. And oh, were they blue. You had never seen or known something could be as piercingly blue as the eyes that met yours.

“Who are you? Where am I?” The samurai demanded in a gravelly voice that sent a shiver up your spine. You couldn’t bring yourself to answer right away, mouth slightly agape with shock at the stranger who had, just minutes ago, been passed out. “I asked you a question, now answer it.” She said sternly after a beat of silence between the two of you.

You blinked, raising an eyebrow and rising to your feet. “Well that’s no way to talk to someone who saved your life now is it?”

The woman, stern frown never leaving her features, quickly looked around the room taking in her surroundings. She then looked down at herself, usual blue haori missing and replaced with a softer red one. You hadn’t wanted to leave her bare in the middle of your home and opted to dress her in one of yours while you worked on scrubbing the stains out of hers.

You saw her tentatively try to move, and the flash of pain the appeared on her face for just a second didn’t go unnoticed by you. She pursed her lips and looked back up at you. “Thank you for stitching me up, but I would rather not stay a hostage here any longer. I have more important places to be.”

Your eyes widen and you scoff. “Hostage? Are you fucking serious? By all means you can leave, makes my life ten times easier if you do.” You were lying, you quite enjoyed caring for the handsome samurai, but you would never admit that to her. At least not now. “Good luck walking on that knee by the way, I’m sure it won’t be any trouble for you though.”

You crossed your arms and leaned against the wall as the blue-eyed woman looked you up and down once more before attempting to get up. After a few minutes she was standing, hand against the top of the fireplace to keep her from falling over. You could see her chest rising and falling quickly from the struggle of just standing. She looked back over at you, still leaning with your arms crossed. “Where are my belongings?”

“On the table to your right.” You responded, eyes never leaving hers. You watched her glance over to the table. It was about five feet away; it should’ve been no problem for her to walk over and grab her things. Should’ve. It took her almost ten minutes to reach the edge of the table, her injured leg making it difficult to have a full range of motion. She opted to shuffle inch by inch over to the edge. By the time she got there she was out of breath, looking down at her hands placed on the wood in front of her. You hadn’t moved at all, the only change being your expression shifting from annoyance to amusement as you watched the fit samurai struggle.

After a moment she let out a shaky breath. You saw her knuckles tighten as if she was having an internal battle with herself. “Can you help me back to the mat?” She asked so quietly you almost missed it. You pushed yourself off the wall and walked over to where she stood, taking notice in the way her legs were shaking from lack of use over the past three days. She refused to look at you as you placed her arm over your shoulders and helped guide her back to the mat on the floor. “Thank you.” She muttered.

You looked at her, worry spreading across your features. “Of course. I’m here for anything you need. Consider me your personal caretaker.” You joked. “Although, a good caretaker should know her patients name.” Your words hung in the air for a moment before she responded.

“Mizu.”

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It had been three weeks since Mizu had introduced herself to you. She didn’t talk much about her personal life, which you respected, instead filling the silence between the two of you with your own stories from your childhood. In that time her leg wound had been healing considerably quick, mostly due to the bedrest you ordered her to stay on. The only time she was allowed to move her legs was when she needed to relieve herself or when you would do small stretches with her to keep her blood flow moving. After some time, she was able to get up and walk for short periods of time on her own. The only problem with her quick recovery in her leg was the fact that her chest wound had hardly any progress to it.

Since Mizu couldn’t walk for some time, she exerted all her energy to her upper half, much to your dismay. She would sit up on the mat doing stretches on her arms and shoulders, sometimes raising them so far up you were afraid a stitch was going to pop. It did.

Mizu had been practicing arm movements with her sword, stating that “If I want to achieve my goals, my skills must always be honed and sharp.” Bullshit you thought. She just wanted to aggravate you. How could you tell? The small smirk that would grace her lips whenever she went to pick up her sword, even after you told her it was dangerous, and she could hurt herself anymore. Alas, she was a stubborn woman and it’s how you ended up rushing inside from chopping wood after hearing a sharp yelp from inside your home.

She sat on her mat, one hand clutching the spot above her wound while the other reached for the needle and thread you always kept close by. Once you realized she was going to try to stitch herself back up you rushed over to snatch the needle from her hands and straddle her lap, careful of the wound on her knee. She looked startled for a moment before her whole face turned a deep shade of red once she realized the position you both were in. You had a faint blush as well as you plucked the thread from her hand as well.

“I’m not letting you stitch yourself. You’re going to make your injury worse.” You said looking down at her. She looked up at you with those damn blue eyes you could get lost in for ages, cheeks still red but an amused expression on her face.

“You don’t think I know how to stitch myself up?”

You laughed awkwardly. “Well, no. I just…you just…you just popped a stitch by doing something I told you not to do! How can I be sure you’ll do it correctly?!” Mizu laughed. A sound so beautiful you were sure it would play through your mind for months to come. “I guess you have a point. C’mon then doc, fix me up.” She smirked. You felt your face grow even hotter.

Still straddling her you pushed her robe off her shoulders revealing her chest wraps with blood from the reopened wound soaking through them. You gulped. To stitch her back up you’d have to remove her bindings. And this time she was awake. And would definitely take notice in the way your eyes would roam her chest. Sensing your hesitation, she smiled looking up at you. “What? It’s not like you haven’t seen them before, obviously you have, or I wouldn’t have stitches here.” She was teasing you, you realized. “Here I’ll make it easier for you.” Her hand reached around to begin to undo her wraps. You sat there dumbfounded as they fell to the floor and her breasts were exposed to you once again.

“You just gonna stare sweetheart or are you gonna patch me up?” Mizu’s teasing question broke you out of your trance as you swallowed thickly and got to work on restitching her wound. You felt her piercing gaze on you the entire time and did your best to try and ignore the warm feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Later that night after the excitement of the day you sat sipping on your tea while Mizu slept next to the fire. You couldn’t stop thinking about her. Those beautiful blue eyes, the way her lips turned up into a smirk whenever it seemed you were flustered, and the sound of her laugh plagued you. You hadn’t felt like this in a long time.

Suddenly Mizu woke with a gasp, shooting up from the mat. You turned to her startled as you took in her appearance. Eyes wide with fear, chest heaving up and down, and her hands gripping tightly onto her blanket. “Nightmare?” You asked softly as to not startle her even more than she was. She just nodded as she looked at you, eyes bright in the darkness.

You softly rose to your feet, padded over to where was sat up, and sat down next to her. Her eyes had never left your figure as you made your way to her. You looked down at the blanket, then back up to her asking a silent question.

Slowly she lifted the blanket up and laid back down, giving you room to scoot in next to her. You wrapped your arms around her and brought her closer to your chest in the most intimate position the both of you had ever been in. You had never slept as well as you did that night.

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It had been four days since Mizu’s nightmare, and every night since then you two had slept together, arms wrapped around each other. The dynamic between you had changed drastically, lingering touches and glances to each other becoming a new normal.

Tonight was no different to the past few. You lay facing Mizu while her back was turned to the fire, tracing circles into her rough and calloused hands. The silence was comfortable, but you chose to break it in that moment.

“When do you think you’ll leave?” A flash of hurt ran across Mizu’s face.

“I can leave whenever you want me to, I think I’m healed enough by now. Would you like me to leave tomorrow?” Your heart clenched at the sadness in her voice. You didn’t want that at all.

“No,” you whispered. “I don’t want you to leave me. Ever.” Her eyes softened, moving closer to you she brushed her nose against yours.

“Then I won’t.”

Your lips met her soft ones in a searing kiss, one that knocked the air right out of your lungs. You let out at soft noise as she titled her head, running her tongue across your bottom lip to deepen the kiss and ask for permission to enter. You parted your mouth for her, tongues running against each other as she rolled on top of you, straddling your hips. Her fingers ran down your sides and under your top, tips of them brushing the underside of your breasts as you pushed your chest up into her, silently asking for more.

She pulled away from the kiss, a trail of spit the only thing keeping you connected, and smiled. “I’m going to need you to tell me you want more. Tell me you want it and I’ll stay.”

You moaned at her words. “Yes! Mizu please I want it, I need you.” She leaned down to kiss you once those words left your lips, fingers moving up to circle and pinch your hardened nipples. You let out a gasp into Mizu’s mouth at the sensation and she smiled into you, moving her head to trail kisses down your face to your neck, sucking a purple mark just below your ear.

You raised your arms over your head as she stripped you of your top, eyes lingering on your now bare breasts. “Beautiful.” Was all she said. You let out a whimper at her words. She kissed down your shoulders to your breasts and licked a long stripe up your nipple, the sensation causing you to moan and buck your hips up into hers. As she continued her assault on your breasts, her hand traveled lower down your stomach and slipped her hand into your trousers to run a finger through your slick folds.

You were a moaning, withering mess below her at this point. Between her mouth on your tits and her finger slowly brushing against your clit, you weren’t sure how much more you could take. “Please Mizu. I need you, please.” You begged, grinding your hips up into her hand hoping she got the message. She did. Slowly she pushed her middle finger into your wet heat, savoring the noise that left your lips as she did. Experimentally she curled her finger, finding that spongy spot at the front of your walls.

It wasn’t enough for you. “More, I need more.” You whimpered. Smiling against your breast, she pushed another finger in, thrusting at a quicker pace. You were close, she could tell by the way your pussy clenched around her digits. You just needed one last thing to push you over the edge. Removing her mouth from your nipple, she brought her forehead against yours admiring the way your mouth was slightly agape and the furrow between your brows.

“Open your eyes. You’re to look at me when you cum.”

At her words and her thumb suddenly circling your clit matching the pace at which she thrust, your eyes shot open meeting her icy blue ones, the last thread keeping you from falling snapping.

“‘m gonna cum Mizu, fuck m’ gonna fuckfuck-“ You were sent over the edge, cunt clenching and gushing around her fingers while your back arched off the mat, eyes never leaving hers as she guided and talked you through it.

As you caught your breath, chest heaving, she peppered soft kisses all over your face causing you to giggle breathlessly. She smiled down at you as you looked up at her still panting. “Give me a second, let me return the favor.” She leaned down capturing your lips once again as she removed her fingers from your core, wiping the slick on her pants and rolling to lay next to you. She pulled you into her chest and nuzzled her nose into your hair.

“You’ve taken care of me these last few weeks, let me take care of you. We have all the time in the world, I promise I’m not going anywhere.”

And Mizu always kept her promises.

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blackcat-star · 2 months ago

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Bound by Shadow.

Igris x Shadow!Reader

You wake up in nothingness. No sky. No ground. No sound, no feeling. Just darkness.

Never-ending, chilly, and strangely quiet.

You have no idea who you actually are.

You have no idea where you are or what has passed. But one thing remains - a stab in your heart. A sense of loss like a cold knife still lingers, refusing to let go. Vague memories flash by like ashes: a sword in your hand, the sound of metal clashing, the screams of battle. And then - nothing. Like a dream torn to shreds.

You're no longer human.

A voice rings out - so powerful, so authoritative, it makes the entire space shake.

"Arise."

You can't resist.

Your body moves as if your will is no longer your own. When you open your eyes, the world around you is no longer empty - but filled with living darkness.

Warriors in black armor kneel at the feet of one.

A king - with cold eyes and undeniable authority.

Him.

Shadow Monarch.

You don't speak, but you understand. Every vein in your body, every movement, every thought confirms one thing: you have become part of the army of darkness - a warrior reborn without a heart, only the will to fight.

And as you rise with the others, the gaze of one stops you.

Another soldier. His purple eyes burn like a fire smoldering beneath the surface of an icy lake.

Tall, majestic, carrying an air both noble and dangerous. His red cloak flutters despite the lack of wind. He was not holding a weapon, but a part of himself, as if it had grown along with him.

He didn't say a word. But he looked at you.

And you could feel it - he had been watching you since the moment you 'rose.'

Igris. The so-called Red Blood Commander. The one who had been Beru's most worthy opponent. The greatest warrior under Monarch.

And you didn't know why, but you knew - this wouldn't be the last time he looked at you like that.

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The order is given, short and absolute as always.

A new dungeon opens. The monsters inside do not obey the rules. They have escaped control, spreading, slaughtering every living thing within a few dozen kilometers.

You and Igris have been sent. Not to save. But to destroy.

The gate opens, and you step through with him. No words are exchanged, no tactics are needed. Only one goal: destroy them all.

You slash through the enemy like a blade cutting through the mist.

This body - though unfamiliar - reacts as if it has been through a hundred battles. You do not need to think. Every strike, every move is coldly precise. And even though you are buried deep in blood and flesh, you still feel him there.

Igris.

Never too far. Never leaves you alone. You do not understand why. He is the leader. He doesn't need to pay attention to a rookie - even if you're stronger than average.

And then a monster suddenly rises from the ground, its claws piercing through a shadow soldier near you, aiming straight for your chest. You turn around a beat too late.

Enough to die.

But before it touches you, a strong gust of wind whistles - and Igris's crimson blade pierces the monster's head.

He doesn't look at you. Just stands there, silently, blood running down his blade.

Then he turns away.

You continue to fight. But from that moment on, you know: he is watching. Not watching. Not suspecting. But watching. Every move you make. The way you turn, strike, breathe heavily. His eyes miss no detail.

And even though he doesn’t speak, you know he wants to understand you.

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Time passes, no one counts. In this world, there is no dawn. There is only duty, fighting, and endless darkness.

You stand out.

Unlike other shadow soldiers who only know how to obey orders. You think. You judge. You even change your fighting style. Every strike is a question mark to everything around. Even for Igris.

"Kieeek.." Beru’s familiar hiss rang out, pulling you out of your thoughts. He turned his head to look at you with a look that was both teasing and genuinely curious. "He's still watching you."

You frowned. "Who?"

"Igris." Beru licked his lips, his voice shrill. "Igris. He's watching you. He seems curious."

"...Why?"

Beru laughed, his tongue as sharp as a knife. "Because you fight like a soldier who has a name."

You didn't reply. But his words sent a blurry image through your mind.

A battlefield. The sound of pouring rain. Blood everywhere. A sword. And someone calling your name. Your name. Then disappearing. You stood up, looking off into the distance where Igris was practicing his sword alone.

Every move was eerily perfect. It was as if time had been distorted by his absolute focus. The steel flashed through the air, leaving an almost sacred echo.

And then, he stopped and looked at you, not saying a word. Just a nod - very small, very slow.

An invitation.

You step forward. No ceremony. No greeting. Just steel on steel, a conversation of speed, skill, and instinct.

Igris does not hold back. Does not test you with easy blows. He attacks you as if you were a real enemy - fast, precise, unforgiving.

But you do not fall. You meet each blow with your own fervor and defiance. You force him to be serious. And then, you see it.

He changes. From testing to challenging. From doubt to acknowledgment.

The final blow collides in midair, the shockwave blowing rocks and dirt around you. You both step back. You both gasp.

And for the first time, he speaks. "You are strong."

His voice is low, but not cold. There is something like respect. You gently wipe the blood from your lips, your eyes still on him. "You too."

A pause.

Then Igris took a step forward. His eyes, though always calm, seemed different now.

"...I want to fight you again."

A strange feeling crept into your heart. Like a spark in the dark night. You looked at him, nodding slightly.

"Me too."

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That battle was not the last.

From that day on, whenever you had time, you and Igris fought. No appointment, no schedule. Just a glance between thousands of shadow soldiers - and you both knew.

The swords you and he exchanged were no longer attacks. They were words. A way to say what you both had no words to say.

On the battlefield, you and he always went hand in hand.

Igris did not give orders, did not protect you as a weaker person. He trusted you. Always let you cover his back, and did the same to him. Two swords, two heartbeats, one will.

Even though you had no clear past, you knew you had fought like that.

Maybe with him. Or for him.

One day, after a long and bloody sweep, the shadow soldiers retreated to the temporary fortress. On a ruined tower you sat, watching the flicker of the light from the edge of the dungeon far enough away for you to make out. The loneliness was heard through the ruins, hollow in the wind.

Below, you heard familiar footsteps. No need to turn around. You knew it was him.

Igris walked over to you, not saying anything, just sitting down - close enough to feel the cold aura from each other's armor, far enough to still maintain a part of the silence.

He pulled out his sword, began to wipe the dried blood from the steel blade. The movement was meticulous, as familiar as breathing.

You speak. For the first time, breaking the silence."Do you ever remember anything?"

Igris does not stop. "...What?"

You clench your fists. "Before becoming like this."

This time, he does stop.

The wind blows, carrying the distant sound of metal clashing. The other soldiers are training. But here, it's just you and him, two people lost in the unknown sea.

Igris ponders for a long time. Then he says.

"I remember the battle. I remember the blood. I remember the reason why I took up the sword."

You turn to him. His eyes are still forward - as if looking through time. You whisper. "Is there no one else? No name? No face?"

A moment of silence.

Then he replies softly. "…I remember someone. A warrior. Always standing by my side. Fighting as if they were protecting something greater than themselves."

You felt your heart pounding - though you weren't sure if it was real. "Who was that?"

Igris turned to look at you. For the first time, his eyes weren't those of a warrior.

They were those of a man who had lost what mattered most, but still vaguely held on to it.

"I don't remember their name. I only remember... their eyes. They were like yours."

You couldn't answer. You didn't know what to feel. Confused. Excited. Scared? Or comforted?

You turned away, trying to hide the emotions that were budding on your face. But Igris didn't force you. He just stood up. And before he left, he spoke softly - words as light as dust falling into the abyss.

"If we had known each other before... I think I would have trusted you."

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That night, you didn't sleep.

As a Shadow, you didn't need sleep like a human. But you still wanted to sleep - to dream. To see if someone in your dream would call your name.

How many times had you woken up in the middle of a pitch-black space, with the illusion of hearing someone shouting your name in a blazing battlefield.

But you couldn't remember.

Not a word. Not a letter.

The next day, when you returned to the training grounds, Igris was there. Waiting for you. He didn't say anything, just drew his sword, and so did you. But today, he hit harder. Faster. More fiercely. As if testing something.

As if asking: Are you really the one I remember?

And you, with all your might, with every blow - answered.

I don't remember my past. But if I were that person-. I would still protect you once more.

When you both stopped, panting in the rubble, Igris stared at you.

"You're different from everyone else. You have a soul."

You smiled faintly. "I thought we were all dead."

"Not dead," he whispered. "Just called back. But the soul... is something no one can take away."

You were silent. He took a step forward. Very slowly. Very close. Then asked softly.

"If one day, you remember your name... Will you tell me?"

Your heart skipped a beat. "If I remember...

Will you call me again?"

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We have Igris here 'cause why not? :3

I've written this since January I think, have posted it once, just repost.

Anyway, request is now opened, share your idea with me, we'll make a story together 💗

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pandora-writes-one-piece · 8 months ago

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Hi Pandora!!! Happy birthday!! 🎉🎉🎉Thank you for deciding to share the celebrations with all of us 😊 You've really got me on a Law kick lately with the Meet Cute, so could I get Law with "I’ve never met anyone as infuriating as you, and I can’t stop thinking about you"? Maybe NSFW with fem!reader?

@froggiewrites Froggie, Froggie, Froggie... your time has come! 😂 First of, thank you so much for the lovely birthday wishes! And now... I had so much fun writing this prompt, I do hope you enjoy it! Thank you for participating! ❤️

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Rulebreaker

Word Count: 3036

Tags: Fem!Reader; Teasing; Edging; Power Dynamics; Fluff Ending; NSFW; MDNI;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: Law, your captain, is tired of the shenaningans you pull whenever the Heart Pirates land on a new island, so he devises a way for you to follow his rules.

Notes: I couldn't hold on another day. I regret nothing. Though I supose the day will come when I'll leave you guys high and dry (fic-less) for some time 😅 Anyway, this is not that time, so please, enjoy this meal!

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“For the umpteenth time, Law! I know! Now give me a break!” Logic never has been your forte. Thinking on your feet, damn right! Making hard decisions under stress, bring’em, baby. Endurance, the best at it! But logic? No.

So is it logical to argue with your captain after having disobeyed his orders yet again? Not in the least. And damned if there aren’t more than one reason not to lose your patience with him, way more than one, actually. First, you are in his office, second, he’s your superior, third, he’s your boyfriend. But fourth, and the most important one, there’s no getting away from Law if you make him snap. Literally. He’d shambles you from anywhere.

Still, despite the violence with which your heart is hammering in your chest, your bravado remains in place, as you hold the stare with which his amber eyes pin you, not even flinching.

“You know?” His voice is clipped as he leans back in his chair, fingers entwined and resting beneath his chin. Fuck, he’s pissed. “You claim to already know, but as soon as we land on another island, the first thing you do is get into trouble.”

“I don’t go looking for trouble, trouble finds me!” You say, trademark smirk in place before the little voice in your head starts to whisper in your ear. You’re going to regret pissing him off…

“That’s cute.” Is it? Because he’s not even close to being amused.

“I know, that’s how you found me. You were the trouble, and you were drawn to me.” There. That has to placate some of his anger, right?

He sighs and closes his eyes for a moment as if pondering his next move. Then, he reaches for one drawer of his desk and removes an envelope. Curiosity nips at you while you angle your head, trying to see what he’s holding, but instead of hiding it, Law gets up, hands you the envelope, and walks to the door.

What the hell? You open it and reach for a piece of folded paper as you hear the distinct click of the door being locked. “Am I supposed to read this?”

“Yes.” Clipped, curt, cold. You really pissed him off.

The scribbled handwriting is a dead giveaway that this was written by Law, but knowing him for over a year, and being involved for half of it, you’re quite familiar with it by now. The letters on top instantly turn your curious look into a scowl. “Rulebook?”

Law sits again and smirks softly, a barely-there twitch of the upper lip. “Looks like you need one.” You scoff as you skim the first articles.

“I play by the rules!”

“Really? Then why have I had to mend your slashed leg today? Tell me that.” Your teeth clack together as you close your mouth and nearly growl at him. Your name in his lips sounds like a warning. “It’s an order. Answer it.”

“Because I didn’t obey you.” You manage to sputter the words between your teeth and each of them parting your lips hurts more than the sword cut you received from the marines stationed at the island.

“Hence the rulebook. It’s not unwarranted. I’ve known you for a year and every time we encounter a new island, you run amok doing your own shit and come back slashed, bruised, cut, or bleeding. I’ve had enough.” You swallow the knot in your throat as Law gets up, circling the desk and leaning on it, right in front of you. “I’ve never met anyone as infuriating as you, and yet, I can’t stop thinking about you. So it’s time you make me stop worrying, before I drive myself insane.”

Aww…You’d actually think that’s a cute thing to say, if it wasn’t for the unhinged glint in Law’s eyes or the way that his smirk makes you tremble in anticipation.

“You want me to follow this rulebook?” He gives you that annoying ‘what do you think?’ look and you scoff. “There’s like fifteen rules here! I’m not following this!” Your eyes skim the rules again. “Report back every hour? What the hell, Law?”

“You can use a DenDen for that.” He’s enjoying this. You were expecting punishment, but not this kind of punishment, this is unbearable. “I’ll tell you what, sweetheart.” His voice softens as you glare at him through hooded eyes. “I’ll make you a deal.”

What?

“If you read me all the items in that rulebook without stopping, you don’t have to follow it.” What the fuck? Your head cocks to the side as your eyes switch between the paper in your hands and the amused glare of your boyfriend.

“Just like that?”

“With a few more conditions.” He chuckles with that low vibrato in his voice and your knees tremble.

“Which are?”

“Get up.” When you do, he unzips your boiler suit all the way down, revealing the top you have underneath. “Strip the rest.”

“Is this a kink, Law?” You tease, knowing you don’t mind at all. If reciting the items naked for him is what gets you your freedom, you’re game. So you take everything but your panties because he stops you when you were going to remove them.

“Perfect.” He says.

“Okay, I’ll start.” You clear your throat and bend your legs to sit when Law’s tutting stops you. “What?”

“Bend over the desk for me, sweetheart.” Bend over? Heat starts to pool at your core because that position over that desk has already given you quite a few orgasms in the past months, and you have excellent muscle memory.

“Law?”

“It’s up to you. If you don’t read them, you have to follow them.” He pushes off the table as his eyes devour you, inch by inch, making you inhale deeply just to gather your thoughts again.

“Fine.” Anything to not follow his stupid rules! You bend over his desk, which is conveniently the perfect height to line up your ass with his cock, as proven many times before, and push a few books to the side so you’re leaning on your elbows. You clear your throat again and begin reciting in a sing-song voice. “Rule number one: no wandering off alone! Sure, this one is simple, I usually go out with Ik– mmph, Law!”

Heat rushes to your cheeks as your body snaps with tension. Looking over your shoulder, you see your captain sitting in the chair you were in earlier, with his finger in your clothed cunt.

“You stopped.” Fuck. “But I’ll give you that one, you weren’t prepared. Start over.” Your breath comes out in ragged gasps as you feel yourself already getting wet at the prospect of all the things Law is going to do to you. It kind of makes you want to throw the rules overboard and just beg him to take you right now.

“Fuck, Law. Okay, here we go: Rule number one: no wandering off alone!” A gasp leaves your lips and you close your eyes for a second as Law’s fingers tease your clit over the panties, the friction of the fabric increasing his touch. “Rule number two: Fuck, Law, like that.” You moan, closing your eyes again as he teases one finger inside the panties to see how wet you are.

His tuts are unforgiving, and he removes his fingers altogether, earning him a grunt from you. “You stopped again, sweetheart.”

“Law!”

“The deal is: you read them all until the end without stopping, and you don’t have to follow them. Got it?” You groan and shake your head. That’s impossible. If he’s going to torture you like this, it will be impossible to read the rules.

“That’s unfair, Law.”

“Okay, then, you’re right. So how about this: you can pause three times during five seconds.” You nod. You can do that. Law’s hand caresses your buttcheeks as he talks, and every single rub makes you tingle. “Moaning is encouraged, but keep reading. Oh, and when you pause,” Law removes his hands from you, “I pause. Keep that in mind.”

What? Now that’s cruel! You look at the rules again and feel angered. There’s no fucking way you’re going to follow them, you can do this! You can zone out. Let’s go!

“Fine! Okay, we’re doing this. Just know that you’re the infuriating one! Rule number two–”

“No, no, no. From the beginning.” Does this man want you angered or turned on? Because he’s doing both brilliantly.

“Rule number one: no wandering off alone.” You cry out softly as his hand slaps your ass, leaving the most marvellous burning sensation behind, which he soothes with a caress. “Rule number two: report back every hour. Oh, my God.” You take a deep breath before reading the other one, trying to focus on the words instead of the slow way he’s pulling your pants down your legs and breathing against your cunt.

“Rule number three: no-... no-... my God, Law.” He’s using his tongue! He swipes up from your clit to your hole in a long upwards streak, then probes around the entrance with slow, teasing circles. He inches just the tip of his tongue inside as his hand reaches to brush against your swollen clit. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“One… Two…” His movements stop, and he starts counting the seconds you’re quiet against your cunt, making you shudder. The dry thud of your forehead against the wooden desk should ground you, but it’s impossible when he was working his fingers like that. “Three…Four…” One more second to regain focus, one deep breath to continue. “Five.”

Just as you open your mouth, so does he, tongue reaching inside you, twisting and curling to hit delicious spots as you cry out his name before your muddled brain repeats the same word over and over: read, read, read!

“Rule number three: no unauthorized fucking fights!” An unbridled moan parts your lips as Law switches up and two of his fingers go where his tongue was and his tongue sucks on your clit. “FUCK. Rule number four: ah, Law, ah! No reckless stunts! That was one time! One–... ahhh!” You suck in three deep breaths and punch the table as his fingers curl and his teeth nibble gently, just the way he knows you like.

God, you’re so close. Your legs numb and tense up as heat spreads throughout your veins. The pressure in your abdomen threatens to release at any given moment and you can’t stop right now.

“Rule number five: don’t stop, Law! Don’t… ah!” You cry out his name as wave upon wave of pleasure washes over you, taking your sanity with it and blurring your vision until tiny white dots are all you can see. Sweat drips from your temples, and your elbows give out as you squeeze your breasts against the table. Your hands find purchase against anything to help you ride this high, and there’s now a book on Law’s desk with very crumpled pages.

You’re still breathing hard, trying to regain focus when the buzzing in your ears subsides, and you hear Law’s voice again. “Four…” Fuck, fuck, the list! You open your eyes with a deep exhale and focus back on the now crumpled paper, just as Law finishes his count. You’re now down to one more pause. Crap.

“Rule number five: do not interact with suspicious strangers.” You hear Law unbuckling his belt and start to read faster, even though the aftershocks of your orgasm are still making you shudder and gasp. “Rule number six: do not go to bars without me.” Well, that one is warranted. You pretty much fuck everything up when you’re wasted. The zipper, hurry up! “Rule number seven: obey curfew.”

A lone whimper leaves your lips as you feel Law rubbing the tip of his cock against your slit, up and down, touching your oversensitive clit before teasing your entrance but not entering. You’re going to fail if you don’t hurry.

“Rule number ei–...” You gasp and cry out the loudest moan yet as Law sheathes himself inside of you, immediately bottoming out. The feeling of fullness, the tip hitting your cervix, and the burn of the stretching is so intense that it takes your breath away for a second.

“Breathe, sweetheart, I’m giving you this one for free.” He rubs soothing circles on your back and doesn’t move until you relax around him. “Now continue, or I’ll start the break time.”

You heave in a few sharp breaths, already too winded to speak, but you have no other choice.

“Rule number eight: hmm… ah…” Law pulls back, his hands firmly planted against your hips and you brace yourself for what’s next. “You’re forbidden to act as ba–... ahngh! Fuck! Bait!” He slams into you and the desk skids forward with the force. The pleasure of his thrust and the pain of the desk biting into your hips shoots warmth through your core and down your legs and you focus again on the words in front of you.

On the very blurry words in front of you. Tears of pleasure gather at the corner of your eyes as your mouth hangs open and Law keeps thrusting harder and harder.

“Rule number– just like that, more! Nine: Always carry a, fuck, weapon!” Almost there. Both at the end of the list and on the next wave of bliss that’s already cresting and forming as the coil winds tight in your stomach.

“Rule–... ngh… rule–” You’re about to break and cry out or tap out, anything. You can’t think about anything other than the pure perfection that is your bodies conjoined. The lewd sounds of his cock filling you and the soft grunts he’s releasing behind you.

“Go on, love, you got this.” He urges, thrusting even harder.

But you don’t ‘got this’, at all. Your hair is damp against your forehead, and all that escapes your lips are ragged moans and broken pleas. You’re there, you’re right there. A few more thrusts and you’ll be–...

“One…Two…” He stopped. He fucking stopped! A desperate whine leaves your lips as you wiggle your hips against him because you were just there! “Three…” He won’t move until five or until you start to read again.

This has to be torture for him too!

“Four…” Deep breaths, focus. You can do this, it’s as simple as reading a supermarket list. If you were being railed against the dairy section. Damn. New kink unlocked. “Five…”

“Rule number–...” Where the fuck was I? Blank. There’s nothing there. And then there’s Law and another deep thrust clicking your brain into place. “Rule number ten: fuck me harder, Law!”

He can’t help but chuckle as he reaches forward, his back sprawling over you and you feel the way his sweat clings to your back. “That’s not written there, love, carry on.”

“Don’t leave the ship without permission.” You moan out the rule, but you said it. There are five more rules and one big impediment. You don’t have more timeouts, and your orgasm is approaching fast. There’s no way in hell you’ll be able to read while you're in ecstasy.

Spit them all out, now.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Rule number eleven: stay out of off-limit areas; rule number twelve: stay inside the sub if you’re hurt.” Intelligible. Everything you’re saying comes out in ragged breaths, gasps, and moans, but you’re reading. And Law ups his game.

He slithers a hand around your waist, lifting your body against him, grabbing your leg and hoisting your knee over the desk. His cock slides deeper with each thrust as he breathes heavily into your ear.

God, you won’t make it.

“Rule number thirteen: ah… Law… I’m… nghh. Absolutely no secrets.” Two more, just two more rules, but you can feel the coil tightening, almost, almost snapping. The way Law holds your body against his, as sweat drenches both of you, his mouth on the curve of your neck, the way he’s digging his teeth in… it’s too much.

“Rule number fourteen: follow my medical advice.” One more.

Law’s fingers reach down to press your clit, circling it with expert precision, and his next deep thrust makes you lose it.

Your release hits you like a truck, and you arch your back, nails digging into Law’s forearm as he expertly works his fingers to squeeze every bit of pleasure out of you. Your cry mingles with his low grunt as he spills his seed inside you, riding his pleasure with a few more ragged thrusts.

The world is reduced to just the two of you and this moment. Nothing else matters but the way he whispers ‘I love you’ in your ear in a breathless whisper. You nod back at him, too addled, hazed, and tired to give him an adequate response, knowing you’ll do so after a brief moment of reprieve.

Law pulls himself out of you and brings you both into the chair, cradling you against his chest as his fingers caress your hair, and he kisses your nose affectionately. “Are you all right?”

Another nod. Too early to speak yet.

“You almost did it, love. You had one more rule.” He chuckles, and you laugh along with him.

“This is an impossible challenge, Law. You’re terrible. But I love you.” You lift the crumpled paper to glimpse at the last rule. “Rule number fifteen: follow the chain of command.” You scoff. “Got it, Captain. I’ll obey every damn, stupid, silly rule. You won.”

You’re not even pissed at him anymore. This was fucking hot.

“Check the addendum.” You lift your head from his chest to meet his amber gaze in curiosity before looking back at the paper, confused. “Turn it.” He says, so you do.

“Addendum: the following of this rulebook can be challenged at any given time, under the same rules.” A smirk forms on your lips at the implications of the addendum, you can have a repeat of this little game anytime you want. You’ll find a way to beat the rules, eventually. Chuckling, you snuggle back into that cosy spot in the curve of Law’s neck, where your head fits perfectly. “Give me half an hour and we’ll try again.”

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ackx-rman · 15 days ago

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tea and you. levi ackerman

part. VI

part. V

Warnings: angst, blood, death, smut, unprotected sex, swearing, graphic scenes, idiots in love

“go away, levi,” you said, your voice low and tight with anger,muffled by the closed door between you. it wasn’t a scream-- it was worse. controlled. clipped. the kind of tone that meant you were simmering beneath the surface, gathering every sharp sword like weapons lined on a battlefield.

levi smirked, just barely. he knew that tone. it was the same one you’d used before slashing into his pride with precision-calibrated words. you weren’t sleep. you were awake, and more than that, you were stewing.

he imagined you now- arms folded tightly across your chest, jaw set, eyes blazing with indignation. maybe pacing. maybe glaring at the door like it had personally betrayed you. his fingers brushed the wood between you. cold. solid. but not impenetrable.

he leaned in slightly, voice low, resolute. “not a chance”

a silence followed-- long and thick. stretching like wire ready to snap. levi wasn’t a man accustomed to waiting. time, for him, was usually marked by bloodshed and orders barked across chaos. but here, in the hallway outside your quarters, each second felt like a slow turn of a blade.

“don’t you have captain duties to do?” you finally said, voice laced with that dangerously sweet sarcasm he knew too well.

ah- you were mad. not annoyed. not irritated. mad.

“i can do those later,” he said, his voice firm but lacking its usual sharpness. “right now, i want to talk to you.”

another pause. this one longer. he could hear soft movement inside, the creak of wood under your weight, maybe the faint rustle of fabric as you shifted restlessly. you were debating. calculating. he could almost feel your hesitation bleeding through the door.

“if you’re going to talk nonsense like earlier,” you finally snapped through the edge your voice had softened just a bit, “i swear, i can bite, levi ackerman. i’m warning you. they don’t call me the strongest woman for no reason.”

there it was- that fire, that heat that first drew him to you in the first place. a thread laced with just enough humor to crack the tension, but not enough to defuse it entirely. levi huffed a short breath- almost a laugh. almost.

“bite if you want,” he replied, unwavering. “i am not going anywhere until we talk.”

there was a beat of silence. then, the soft sound of a lock sliding free.

you opened the door with a slow, reluctant motion, revealing yourself at last. you were clad in a pair of old flannel pajamas-- plaid, slightly faded at the cuffs-- but beneath the unbuttoned top, you’d hastily thrown on a dark pair of sweatpants and a plain grey t-shirt, wrinkled and clinging slightly to your skin. your hair was tousled, strands falling into your face, and your eyes were puffy from frustration--or something else you didn’t want to name.

levi’s eyes flicked over you quickly, his expression unreadable. you looked disheveled. unshielded. raw in a way that tugged at something deep in his chest. whatever frustration he’d brought to your door dimmed slightly in the face of your visible exhaustion.

but then he saw it.

crimson, stark and vivid, bloomed through the white of the bandage. his jaw clenched.

“you’re bleeding,” he said, clipped and direct, his voice taut with controlled concern. he didn’t want to make a scene, again, not when things were already so fragile between you--but the sigh of that blood, fresh, and darkening, ignited something fierce in him.

you brow furrowed, confused, until your eyes followed his line of sight. a flicker of recognition crossed your face, followed by a small, nonchalant, “oh”

you turned away with a jerk of your shoulder, vanishing into the bathroom like it was no more serious than a paper cut.

levi’s eyes narrowed. he followed you into your quarters, the soft sound of his boots dull against the word wooden floor. the room smelled faintly of soap and lavender oil-- things you used when you wanted to calm your nerves, he remembered. he paused just at the threshold of the bathroom, watching through the partially open door as you settled on the edge of the tub, fingers already tugging at the soaked gauze.

the bathroom light was harsh, casting shadows under your eyes. you looked tired. stubborn. determined to downplay your pain, as always.

“that’s all you have to say? ‘oh?’” levi asked, incredulous, arms crossing as he leaned against the doorframe. his voice wasn’t cold--it never was with you-- but it carried a weight that was hard to ignore.

“i didn’t realize it was still bleeding,” you muttered, gritting your teeth as you tried to peel the gauze away from your skin. “it’s fine”

you winced as the sticky bandage tugged at the torn flesh beneath, the edges now darkened with fresh blood.

levi took one look at your fumbling fingers and felt his patience snap.

“idiot,” he said under his breath, his tone sharp. “stop”

before you could protest, he was already moving, kneeling down on the cold tile beside the tub. the air between you shifted. the room suddenly felt smaller.

you stiffened as his hands brushed yours aside with surprising gentleness. his touch firm, his fingers were calloused but careful as he examined the damage. eyes narrowing at the inflamed edges of the wound.

you watched him, quietly. the anger you’d worn like armor moments ago slipped slightly, replaced with something quieter, softer.

“you don’t have to-” you started, but he cut you off with a look. not harsh. just…steady.

“let me”

he peeled the gauze away slowly, piece by piece, revealing the deep gash beneath. his lips pressed into a hard line as he took in the swollen, reddened skin, the torn edge of the wound. you bit the inside of your cheek, more from the way he was looking at it than from the sting of the exposed injury.

levi didn’t speak for a long moment. when he finally did, his voice was low.

“how long have you been bleeding like this?” he asked, his voice tight.

“i don’t know,” you mumbled, eyes flicking to the side. “maybe since i got here…when i tried to get away from you or when i put on my pj’s. probably like five minutes ago.” you shrugged. “it’s fine”

“it’s not fine, you idiot.” levi’s voice echoed against the small bathroom’s tiled walls, clipped and frustrated. “you shouldn’t just bleed like this and act like it’s no big deal. it can get infected if you let all that shit get in it.” he pressed a clean piece of gauze to the wound, firm but careful.

you leaned back against the edge of the bathtub, watching him work. there was a fant, amused curve to your lips

levi huffed, clearly irritated, the sound cutting though the quiet like a knife. he glanced up at you, narrowing his eyes. “don’t smile at me like that”

you tilted your head. “it’s cute when you get worried, sorry.”

“stop thinking this is cute” his voice dropped, flat and cold, but beneath that tone was something deeper-- raw and tense. “you’re in pain, you’re bleeding, and you’re probably catching a cold. there’s nothing cute about that.”

“…okay. fine. sorry.” you smile faded. your gaze lowered to the tiled floor, shoulders slumping a little under the weight of his words. somehow, even after all your back-and-forth, you always ended up apologizing to him. to your captain.

levi noted the change in your posture, and although he was satisfied you’d finally taken him seriously, a pang of guilt twisted in his chest at how dejected you looked. he hated that. he didn’t want to crush your spirit. he just wanted you to care -- to value yourself the way he did.

he continued silently, rewrapping the wound with fresh gauze, his movements deliberate and gentle despite everything. the medical tape stuck with a soft snap as he secured the last layer. he kept his eyes on your arm but spoke more softly now.

“it’s not just about you being injured or sick,” he said. “it’s about how you act like it doesn’t matter. like you don’t matter.”

“it’s not that big of a deal,” you mumbled again, your voice quieter now. “a lot of our friends get killed every day by titans.”

the words hung between you like smoke. heavy. inevitable.

levi froze for a moment, his hands resting on your arm, then pulled away slowly. the smell of antiseptic filled the small space, mixing with the faint scent of iron. blood- always blood. he could almost see them again: farlan, isabel…the others. screams on the wind. eyes fading. futures stolen. he carried them all, and now he carried this too -- you.

“that doesn’t make this less important,” he said finally, “i don’t care if you think it's not a big deal. to me it is. i don’t want to see you hurting.”

you exhaled, shaky. “but we’re soldiers, levi. we die. maybe even tomorrow i-”

“don’t” his voice snapped like a whip. his eyes flashed, cold and fierce, cutting through your words like a blade. “don’t even think that”

you blinked, startled.

“i mean it,” he snarled. his hand tightened just above your bandage, not enough to hurt, but enough to root you in place. “you’re not going to die”

“but-”

“no.” his tone left no room for argument. “you’ll survive. you’ll get through the next mission alive. you’re too strong to die. too smart. and i’ll be damned if i let it happen.”

you stared at him, his words settling over you like a warm, trembling weight. there was a fierceness in his eyes that held back something more than command -- something unspoken, something fiercely protective, just like he always did with you. his special gift. you swallowed, a soft, uncertain smile touching your lips.

“…fine, captain.” the words came out in a whisper.

levi’s posture eased at last. the sharpness in his features softened, the tension in his jaw loosening. he released your arm gently, but his gaze stayed on you, unwavering.

“good,” he murmured. “don’t even entertain the thought of dying. you’re too stubborn for that anyway.”

there was a beat of silence. you let yourself breathe for the first time in minutes.

“thanks for helping me with the bandage,” you said, not looking up. your gaze on the clean white gauze now wrapped around your arm.

levi shrugged, his shoulders finally easing from their usual tension as his eyes lingered on your arm. the small bathroom had grown quiet, only the faint dripping of the faucet breaking the silence. a fragile sense of peace settled over the space like a thin layer of dust not yet disturbed.

“it's the least i could do,” he murmured. he adjusted the bandage again with precision, ensuring it wasn't too tight around your arm, but firm enough to stop any bleeding. “you can't just leave an open wound like that-”

you rolled your eyes, the reaction as automatic as breathing. “i'll bite you, ackerman,” you cut him, your tone dry but playful, a soft deflection you always used when you were feeling too exposed.

levi caught the eye roll, and despite himself, the corner of his mouth twitched into a small, reluctant smile. he recognized the defense mechanism immediately. you weren't truly annoyed- you were trying to push him back to a safer emotional distance, like you always did when someone gets too close. just like he does.

“what's with the eye roll?” he asked, “you know i’m right. you have to take better care of yourself.”

you let out a breath through your nose, half amused, half exasperated. “they gave me three days off from patrol so i can get better,” you replied, your voice carrying a smug undertone as if you’d just won a secret bet.

levi’s eyebrows arched, genuine surprise flashing in his normally unreadable expression. three days? that was unheard of unless someone had lost a limb or worse. either the superiors were finally starting to value your contribution- or they were just terrified of another disciplinary report from him.

“three days, huh?” he said, eyeing you with faint suspicion. “they really are going soft on you. and here i thought you were the ‘strongest woman in the regiment’.”

you smirked, your lips curling into a selfish-satisfied grin. “jealous?” you teased. “you were the one lecturing me about not taking care of myself? now i do, and suddenly they're going soft?” levi let out a short huff, somewhere between a scoff and a breath of laughter. he tried to keep his expression neutral, but it was failing fast. that subtle glint in your eyes, the way your shoulders relaxed now that the pain was in control, it chipped away at the rigid exterior he usually wore.

he slowly slid down the wall, sitting on the bathroom floor at your feet, arms crossing over his chest. his legs stretched out, the toe of one boot tapping rhythmically against the tile. “you really think i’m jealous?” he said, feigning boredom. “as if i’d want to spend three days holed up in this room while you laze around reading some trashy novel”

you couldn’t help it- you giggled. the sound bubbled out of you before you could stop it, light and airy, a stark contrast to the heaviness of just minutes ago. the room didn’t feel like a battlefield anymore. not for now.

“what’s so funny?” levi asked, side-eyeing you. “you think its amusing that i’m out there doing your work?”

“because of me?” you repeated, tilting your head as you stared down at him, still grinning.

he smirked, standing up in a single smooth movement, stepping closer until he was only a breath away from you.

“yeah, because of you,” he said matter-of-factly, “you’re the one getting sick. you’re the one pushing yourself past your limits. and you’re the one making me worry. so yeah, because of you.” his finger flicked lightly against your forehead, just enough to make the point.

you rolled your eyes again this time with a small laugh, with gentleness, you reached up and caught his finger in your hand. the touch was brief, hesitant- but it lingered long enough for both of you to feel the unspoken tension that lay just beneath the surface.

“if i don’t take care of myself, it’s bad. if i do it’s bad. either way, i’m in trouble,” you said with a light laugh, squeezing his finger before letting go.

you turned away, the moment slipping back into casual rhythm as you walked toward the small kitchenette tucked into the corner of your room. “do you want a cup of tea?” you asked, already searching for the kettle.

“tea?” levi repeated, raising an eyebrow, though the trace of a smile still lingers on his lips. “what, are you suddenly hospitable now that you’ve got time off?”

you looked over your shoulder, narrowing your eyes at him. “do you want it or not?”

he folded his arms again, exhaling like he’d been asked to make the hardest decision of his life. “yeah, sure. whatever. i’ll take a cup.”

you moved quietly to the small kitchenette, the clinking of ceramic mugs and the soft hiss of the kettle cutting through the quiet. your steps were familiar, your motions smooth and practiced as you prepared tea- an ordinary ritual, but tonight, it felt like something more. levi remained by the wall, arms crossed, his eyes tracking you with intensity. he didn't say much, but the weight of his gaze was palpable.

steam spiralez lazily from the spout of the kettle, curling into the air and wrapping the room in a calming warmth. the scent of the tea- a gentle blend of floral notes with a hint of spice- slowly diffused, softening the cold edges of the sterile room.

“you know, you're surprisingly good at making tea,” levi muttered, his voice low but clear, as if even much vulnerability was a struggle.

you turned your head slowly toward him, eyebrows raised. a smile tugged at your lips before you turned back to your task. “thank you,” you replied, “that’s probably the best compliment i’ve ever gotten from you.”

levi gave a small grunt in response, barely a sound, but it was his way of acknowledging the moment without giving too much ground. he shifted slightly against the wall, arms still folded, though his expression had softened around the eyes.

“don’t let it go to your head,” he added quickly, defensive as always. “i just said you’re surprisingly good at making tea, not that you’re some damn expert.”

you let out a small laugh, handing him one of the freshly filled mugs. “okay, fiiiine, i just said thank you, jerk.”

levi took the mug carefully as he always do. the heat seeped into his fingers, grounding him. he stared down into the steaming liquid, watching the faint swirl of herbs dance beneath the surface. the silence returned, but it wasn’t heavy. it was calm, almost domestic- something he rarely experienced.

the clock ticked softly in the background. somewhere outside, a distant wind rustled against the window panes. levi took a sip, his eyes closing for a second as the warmth spread down his throat. the blend was familiar, comforting, and god dammit, it was good.

“you’re annoying,” he said suddenly, his voice quiet but tinged with dry affection. his eyes remained on his cup.

you smiled into your tea, lips brushing the rim of the mug. “you love me,” you said, a teasing glint in your eyes- but the words hung in the air longer than they should have, heavier than they were meant to be.

levi nearly choked, the tea catching in his throat. he coughed once, eyes narrowing as he looked up sharply at you. your eyes met his- steady, searching. the silence stretches again, this time thick, fragile, electrified by something unspoken but undeniable.

inside, levi felt his pulse jump. his mind scrambled for a way out of the moment, a lifeline. but there wasn’t one. because it was true. ever since that night- when the walls between you had cracked just enough for the light to slip in- he hadn’t been the same. you haunted his thoughts, steadied him in battle, unsettled him in quiet moments. you made him feel things he wasn’t sure he had the right to feel.

and that terrified him.

“i’m just joking,” you said softly, the words a shield, and escape hatch- maybe for him, maybe for you. but your eyes didn’t waver, and neither did the ache behind them.

levi looked away at first.

“”yeah, well…stop joking like that. it’s annoying,” he snapped, more sharply than he intended. the words hit the air like a slap, and he instantly knew it was a wrong move. again.

your expression changed. the glint in your eyes dulled, your shoulders drawing in a little, defensively. you looked down into your cup, the light in you dimming just enough for him to feel it in his chest. like a punch.

“fine, sorry, again i guess.” your voice flat. distant.

regret twisted in his gut, sharp and immediate. he hadn’t meant to push you away-not really. but it was the only way he knew how to cope. affection made him feel exposed. vulnerable. and that had never been safe.

“tsk, don’t get all depressed on me now, idiot,” he muttered, trying to mask his concerns with his usual gruffness.

“asshole,” you mumbled back, though the word lacked its usual bite.

you needed to change the conversation as soon as possible. the silence in the room was deafening. the scent of tea, which had moments ago been comforting, now felt heavy and cloying. the sting of rejection, however unintentional, was a sharp pain in your chest.

like, wow, yeah, of course levi, mr captain of the no feelings or whatsoever, couldn’t even love you as a joke.

but god how you felt about this man.

the thought echoed bitterly in your mind. but god, the feeling you harbored for this man…they were a tangled mess of admiration, respect, and something deeper, something that made your chest ache and your breath catch in your throat. you couldn’t even describe it. they were a symphony of quiet moments shared, of unspoken glances, of the rare, fleeting smiles that transformed his usually stern face.

this asshole had made you cry. not from anger. not from pain. but from kindness. that quier, gruff tenderness that surfaced when no one else was watching. you remembered the way he stayed by your side during a fever, barely saying a word but always there. the way he patched your wounds like they were the most important thing in the world. because levi didn’t express his care with words- he bled into his actions, carved into the things he never said.

and still, he didn’t understand what that did to you.

you glanced at him now, sipping his tea in silence, brows furrowed, pretending to be unaffected. maybe this was your chance to lift the weight between you, even just a little. you remembered the deal. maybe that could help. a little push to bring the conversation back into familiar territory. a joke, a game- something safer than the feelings hanging unspoken in the air.

but…could you really go through it? could you confess, even directly, that the person you liked was him? could you risk it? could you destroy what you’d built?

“so,” you said, a sly glint in your eyes, breaking the silence that had settled between you. “what about the deal we had? care to talk about it now?”

the deal. how could he have forgotten about it? he'd been so consumed with worry about your injury that every thought of the deal had been completely erased from his mind. now, facing your pointed question, the memory of it resurfaced, bringing it a wave of nervous dread. did he really have to go through this? did he actually have to tell you who he was deeply in love with? the thought was mortifying. it was embarrassing enough to admit it to himself, let alone vocalize it to you. but he had to know who he harbored feelings for. he had to know he could…move on. so he could resign himself to admiring you from afar for the rest of his life.

“you're still holding me to the deal, huh?” he grumbled

“you've been a pain in my ass since then, so yes, i think its the perfect moment, don't you think, captain?” you retorted, your smirk widening, clearly enjoying his nervousness.

levi sighed, running a hand through his hair, his voice tight. “i'll tell you. but you have to promise not to make a big deal out of it, alright?” oh boy. he was nervous. more nervous than he'd been facing down any titan. it was the first time in his life he'd been so…mesmerized by someone. of course, he'd had his moments with other women. he was human, after all. but this…this was different. this was…god, how much he loved you. he really loved everything about you, even the parts that drove him crazy.

“i'm all ears,” you said, your eyes sparkling with anticipation. this is it, y/n, you thought to yourself, there's no way it's me. be prepared for it.

levi took a deep breath, trying to compose himself before he spoke. he looked at you, really looked at you, taking in the way the light caught the h/c strands of your hair, the curve of your smirk, your lips…those lips that drove him crazy. he noticed the way your e/c eyes shone whenever you looked at him. it was embarrassing, truly horrible, to lay himself bare like this, but he knew he had to be honest with you. he'd made a deal, and he wouldn't back down.

“it's you, idiot,” he said, the words coming out more gruffly than he intended, a mix of nervousness and long-suppressed emotion. he met your gaze again, determined to see your reaction. “you're the one i…lo-like.” he stumbled over the last word, the vulnerability of the admission making his throat tighten.

now it was your time to almost choke on the tea you’d been sipping, coughing violently as his words hit you like a punch to the chest. heat bloomed across your face, spreading fast from your cheeks to your ears. levi stepped forward quickly, his hand reaching out to pat your back gently, the contact firm but soft

he loved how easily he could catch you off guard, but this one? this reaction? this was his masterpiece.

“careful,” he said, smirking, “don’t go coughing up a lung on me. i just said it’s you, not that i’m going to propose marriage or something.”

you stared at him, wide-eyed, still catching your breath. “oh my god,” you breathed, your hand instinctively flying to your chest like you needed to make sure your heart was still beating. shock radiated from every part of you, but beneath the disbelief, something deeper appeared- something warm, dangerous, hopeful. happiness, maybe.

levi still had that goddamn smirk, clearly pleased with himself. a self-satisfied glint danced in his eyes, the proud glint of a man who had finally managed to do the impossible- render you speechless. his arms crossed over his chest, and he leaned back against the wall, watching you with keen, calculating precision, as if committing every twitch of your expression to memory.

“yeah, shocked you a bit, huh?” he drawled, eyes flicking down your form, then back up to your eyes. he was dissecting your reaction- every flicker of emotion, every hesitation in your breathing, the slight parting of your lips. there was something there. he could feel it- the tension pulling taut between you like the string of a bow.

“i didn’t expect the strongest soldier of the survey corps to have feelings for an idiot like you either. but here we are.”

a small smile ghosted across his lips- the kind of rare expression that made your knees feel like jelly. the irony in his tone was obvious, but the truth behind it? that was real. too real. and the fact that he admitted it out loud made the walls you've built around your own feelings begin to crack.

you opened your mouth, trying to speak, trying to say something, anything-but nothing came out. just a quiet, incredulous breath. you felt like a fish out of water, your lips parting, then closing again. the words were stuck between your brain and your heart.

levi chuckled- a low rumbling sound that stirred something deep in your stomach. he was enjoying this. maybe a little bit too much.

“speechless?” he teased, arching a brow. “that’s a first”

“oh, shut up” you mumbled, turning your face to the side. it was a weak attempt to hide the color rushing to your cheeks- but of course it didn’t work. you could feel it. the flush was giving you away, and judging by the smug little tilt of levi’s mouth, he’d noticed it too.

he’s clearly savoring the sight of you flustered. you were rarely like this- tripped up, red faced, fumbling. he liked seeing you like this. too much.

“you’re blushing” he observed, his voice low and smooth. “how adorable.”

he took a sip of his tea, not breaking eye contact- like the smug bastard he was- then slowly set the cup down on the table with a soft clink. the sound echoed a little too loud in the quiet room, as if marking a shift in the moment.

his tone turned serious, the teasing edge giving way to something more resolute.

“alright,” he said, “now it’s your turn to spill the beans. you promised you’d tell me who you fancy.”

he wasn’t going to let this go. not now.

you were the one smirking now, trying to summon your usual courage, though your heart was thundering behind your ribs. you locked your eyes with him, and the corner of your mouth twitched with mischief.

“it’s jean”

levi was now the one who nearly spat out his tea, again, a rare loss of composure that spoke volumes. his eyes widened in sheer disbelief, and for a split second, he looked like he was on the verge of full-blown panic. jean? JEAN? that horse-faced, loud-mouthed pain-in-the-ass?

“jean?” he echoed, stunned. “you’re telling me you like jean? seriously?” his voice cracked, caught between baffled outrage and pure offense. his eyebrows shot up so high they nearly disappeared under his bags, and he leaned forward, as if he hadn’t heard you right the first time.

you could see it- how quickly his smugness evaporated into horror. that tiny smug grin he’d worn moments ago? gone. vanished. replaced by a mixture of confusion, jealousy, and something dangerously close to betrayal.

“problem?” you said innocently, your smirk widening with every second his expression contorted. you leaned back, lifting your mug like a toast, watching him unravel in slow motion.

levi stared at you for another beat, his mouth agape. oh, he knew it. he fucking knew it. he knew you had feelings for someone and now he was faced with the absolute, soul-destroying possibility that you’d actually been harboring them for jean kirstein. that idiot. that long-faced moron who constantly ran his mouth, lacked subtlety, and couldn’t recognize his way out of a paper bag

he didn’t get it. what did you see in him? he wasn’t as strong as him. wasn’t precise. wasn’t careful. he wasn’t-

well.

he wasn’t levi.

“are you serious? out of all the people in the survey corps, you pick that idiot? why him?” his voice rose a touch, incredulous and borderline accusatory

you couldn’t take it anymore. the sound bubbled up from your throat and burst out- genuine, unrestrained laughter that filled the cramped room like sunlight. you clutched your stomach as your shoulders shook, eyes watering from how hard you were laughing.

“i’m joking! i’m joking!” you managed to get out between gasps, nearly wheezing from the force of your own amusement.

levi froze

his jaw clenched, and he looked away sharply. of course you were joking. of course. he scowled, half to cover his embarrassment, half to stop the sudden, overwhelming wave of relief that crashed through him.

“..tch” he clicked his tongue and crossed his arms over his chest again, shooting you a glare. “you’re such a pain in the ass”

your laugher only grew louder, your face glowing now. you’d definitely gotten him. and judging by the redness creeping up his neck, he knew it too.

Levi’s expression immediately changed from disbelief to annoyance. He had been ready to start ranting about how Jean wasn’t good enough for you, and then you tell him you were just joking?

"You’re joking? You seriously made me think you had feelings for that horseface? Not funny."

"do you really want to know who i like?"

levi’s eyes stayed fixed on you, unmoving, but you could see the tension that had begun to build in the tight line of his jaw, in the way his arms stiffened across his chest. his posture remained defensive, but his eyes- those storm-gray eyes- were searching, flicking over every inch of your face like they were trying to read your thoughts before you even spoke them.

you took a slow, deliberate step closer.

“don’t mess with me again,” levi warned, his voice low- calm on the surface, but you could hear the undercurrent of uncertainty threading through it. he was starting to suspect something, but he was terrified to hope. hope was dangerous. he’d spent most of his life pushing it away.

but right now, with you this close, breathing the same air, he couldn’t push anything away.

“i’m not,” you said, softly, your eyes never left his, your expression open and steady, “i’m telling the truth right now”

levi’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. his heart was thudding in his chest in a way he didn't think was even physically possible. not in combat. not even in the worst moments against titans. this- this was scarier. he didn’t move a muscle, afraid that if he did, you’d disappear or pull back, or worse- say a name that wasn’t his.

“what are you doing?” he asked again, this time quieter, a little more fragile, like he didn’t want to break the moment. his voice cracked faintly, he usual gravel softened by vulnerability. oh he hated this so much.

you took the final step forward.

now you were so close, the tips of your shoes nearly touching his boots. your breaths intertwined in the small, still space between you. he could smell the tea on your breath- sweet, earthy, familiar. your face was tilted up toward his, your lips parted just slightly as you hovered there, right on the edge.

“i’m showing you,” you whispered, “who i like.”

levi froze. he could feel the warmth of your body inches from his. the realization hit him like a punch to the gut, but not in a bad way. in a relieving, terrifying, beautiful way.

it was him.

you liked him.

every instinct screamed at him to pull away, to guard himself, but another part- buried under years of loss and fear and control- begged him to stay still, to let this happen.

“say it,” he rasped, his voice raw now. “say it’s me”

you smiled, soft and sincere, your gaze steady and unflinching.

“it’s you,” you said, “it’s always been you.”

and just like that, the air between you changed. not heavy anymore. not awkward. but charged. with years of stolen glances, unspoken words, thousands of teas, shared pain, and deep, aching affection that neither of you dared to name- until now.

As you started to pull away, Levi quickly snapped out of his surprise and grabbed your wrist, preventing you from moving away from him.

Levi’s grip was firm as he held your wrist, refusing to let you go. His eyes were locked intently on yours, bordering on desperation. you could feel the strength behind his touch, but also the restraint. he wasn’t hurting you. he was just asking you to stay without saying it outright.

"Don’t think you can just drop a bomb like that and walk away," he said, his voice low and steady. pleading. "You can’t just say you like me and then leave it at that."

"what do you want me to do then"

Levi pulled you closer to him, his fingers loosening just enough to trail up your arm before settling on your waist. closing the distance between your bodies once again.

he looked down at you, and for a heartbeat, his eyes flicked over your features as though memorizing them. every freckle, every shadow, every tremble in your lips.

“i want you to stay and prove it to me. prove that you’re serious about this…don’t just drop a bombshell like that and walk away. i want you to show me- with actions, not just words.”

you stared up at him, stunned at how open he was being. the man who rarely said anything unless necessary, was practically begging for assurance- for honesty, for something real. his breath mingled with yours, and the way he was looking at you made your stomach

“how” you whispered, breath catching in your throat

"How?" he repeated, "Like this."

Without warning, he leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss.

levi’s lips were firm and possessive, pressing against yours with the force of everything he had held back for far too long. his hands moved with purpose- one sliding around your waist, the other cradling the back of your head as he deepened the kiss. it wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t gentle- but it was real. raw. honest. unapologetically him.

he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue gently probing at your lips, seeking entry.

as your lips parted to grant him access, levi didn’t hesitate- he plunged deeper, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with a kind of desperate hunger that sent a shiver racing down your spine. there was no hesitant, no restraint-only need. hot, aching, overwhelming need. his mouth moved over yours with demanding intent, as though he’d been starved for this- for you- for far too long.

his hand roamed over your body with more urgency now, possessive and eager. fingers digging in as if anchoring himself for the moment, to the reality that you were here- in his arms, kissing him back just as fiercely.

the heat radiating off his body turned through your clothes, the friction between your bodies maddening. your chest pressed flush against his, every curve and contour fitting together like you were made to be there. you could feel the tension coiling inside him, the restraint it took not to lose himself completely. his grip on you tightened, and he let out a soft, almost primal growl against your lips when you tugged lightly at his hair.

your fingers clung to the fabric of his shirt, desperately needing more contact. it wasn’t enough- not the kiss, not the closeness- you wanted all of him. his scent- clean and faintly spiced- was dizzying. your head spun as he deepened the kiss again, tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that was sensual, controlled.

the hard lines of his torso pressed against your softness, and you gasped softly into his mouth when you felt the undeniable evidence of just how much he wanted you.

he broke the kiss, just enough to let air in.

“tell me you meant it” he whispered, his breath hot against your mouth. “tell me you weren’t just messing around.”

your response was so low and breathy, he could only hear it. “i meant it”

still holding you he brushed his lips across your jaw, then lower- trailing heat along your skin until he reached the shell of your ear.

“then don’t go,” he murmured, “because if i kiss you again like that, i won’t be able to stop”

your hands slid up his chest, over his shoulders, fingers curling behind his neck.

“i don’t want you to stop”

levi froze for just a heartbeat, as if needing to process your words and that, again, this was real- then his lips crashed into yours again, harder, deeper, his body pressing yours back against the nearest surface. this time, there was no mistaking the fire behind the kiss- the unspoken promise of everything he’d been holding back.

and for the first time, he let it burn.

author's note: okay, long-ass chapter! I KNOW IT'S BEEN TOO LONG. wrote this as an apology. hope you guys remember the story. life has been hell, so I couldn't write much, but here's Chapter VI. also, next chapter is gonna be smutty af, be prepared.⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

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