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𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘

Levi x Fem reader Chapter 5

The bar didn't change.

It never did.

The same cracked tables. The same dim lights. The same low hum of voices and quiet deals being made in corners no one asked about. The Underground didn't move forward - it just continued.

You sat in your usual spot, one leg hooked over the side of the chair, a glass resting untouched in your hand.

You didn't take a single sip.

Your eyes drifted to the entrance again.

Then away.

Then back again.

"Tch."

A week.

Seven days of thinking.

Seven days of telling yourself the answer was obvious.

Seven days remembering things you had spent years trying to bury.

Your fingers tightened slightly.

Military Police.

Secrets.

Your parents.

Your jaw clenched.

If there was even the smallest chance of the joining the Scouts could get you closer to the truth -

Then maybe it wasn't as pointless as you wanted to believe.

"...Just information," you muttered under your breath. "That's all."

Not loyalty.

Not belief.

Just answers.

And maybe -

Your gaze flickered upwards, as if you could see through the layers of stone to the world above.

"...a way out."

The entrance door shifted.

You didn't look immediately.

But you knew.

The room shifted with them - subtle, but noticeable. Conversations dipped. Eyes turned.

Outsiders.

Clean.

Out of place.

Boots stepped across the worn floor.

Then stopped.

"Y/N L/N."

Erwin's voice was as calm as ever.

You finally looked at them.

Erwin stood before you, composed yet unreadable.

Beside him, hands in his pockets, expression already annoyed -

Levi.

"...Took you long enough," you said.

Levi scoffed. "We said a week."

"Yeah," you replied, leaning back slightly. "Doesn't mean I have to enjoy waiting."

Around you, your people had already started shifting - subtle movements, protective instincts kicking in.

You didn't take your eyes off of the two men.

"...Out."

A pause.

One of them hesitated. "Y/N -."

"I said out."

This time, there was no room for arguments.

Chairs scraped. Quiet mutters. Reluctant steps.

They filed out, casting wary looks over their shoulders until the bar was empty once again.

The door fell shut.

Silence.

You set your glass down. "Alright," you said. "Ask."

Erwin didn't waste time.

"Have you made your decision?"

For a moment -

You didn't answer.

Your gaze dropped briefly to the table, fingers tapping once against the wood.

Hesitation.

Small.

But real.

Levi noticed.

"If it's a no, just say it," he muttered. "Saves everyone's time."

Your eyes flickered to him.

"You really don't want me to say yes, do you?"

Levi met your gaze evenly. "Doesn't matter what I want."

"Tch."

You leaned back again, exhaling slowly.

"You're right about one thing," you spoke. "I don't trust you. Any of you."

Erwin didn't interrupt.

"But...." you continued, quieter now. "I want answers."

Levi's eyes narrowed slightly.

You looked at Erwin, raising one of your eyebrows.

"There is something up there of my interest. Something I need to know."

A beat.

"You said you needed strength," you added. "Well, I need information."

Erwin held your gaze. "And you believe that you will find that with us."

"I believe that I won't find it staying here," you replied.

Silence stretched between them.

Then -

"...Fine."

Levi blinked once.

Hange wasn't there to react - but the shift in the room was noticeable.

You straightened slighlty.

"I'll join your silly little Scouts."

Levi exhaled sharply through his nose. "Tch."

But she wasn't finished.

"On one condition."

Erwin nodded once. "Continue."

Your expression hardened again - less hesitation now. More certainty.

"I come back here," you said. "Regularly."

Levi frowned. "That's not how - "

"I'm not done," you cut in.

His eyes narrowed, but didn't interrupt again.

"I don't disappear just because I put on your uniform and join your titan-killing squad," you continued. "This place - these people - they're not disposable."

Your voice sharpened slightly.

"I check in. I make sure things don't fall apart. And when I can - I bring back supplies. Food. Medicine. Whatever I can get my hands on."

Levi studied you.

Not surprised.

Just....confirming something he already suspected.

Erwin, however, didn't hesitate long.

"Agreed."

Levi shot him a look. "That was quick."

"It's reasonable," Erwin replied.

"It's a liability."

"It's a condition," Erwin corrected. "And one that we can accommodate around."

You watched them both carefully.

Erwin nodded towards you. "As long as it doesn't interfere with your duties, you will be permitted to return."

Levi clicked his tongue. "You're going to regret this later."

"Maybe," Erwin said calmly.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in.

Something in your shoulders eased - just slightly.

Not relief.

But something close to that.

"Alright then," you said.

Levi pushed himself off the wall. "Don't expect a warm welcome up there."

"I don't," You replied.

"And don't slow us down."

A faint smirk tugged at your lips. "Wouldn't dream of it, sunshine."

For a brief moment, the tension shifted - not gone but different.

Less hostile and more aligned.

Erwin stepped back slightly. "We leave immediately."

You stood. No hesitation this time.

You glance around the empty bar once more - the place that been everything to you for so long.

Then back at them.

"Lead the way, Commander."

Levi sighed quietly. "She is going to be a pain in my ass."

You shot him a glare. "Feeling is mutual, short stuff."

And with that -

You walked past him.

Not as someone being dragged from the Underground. But as someone choosing for the first time -

To step out of it.

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[levislefttoee]

𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘

Chapter 4

Levi x Fem reader

The training grounds were loud.

Steel clashed against steel, boots scraped against dirt, and the sharp bark of commands cut through the air like gunfire. Dust hung low, kicked up by constant movement, sweat, and struggle.

Hange leaned forward slightly, hands on the railing overlooking the field, eyes gleaming with interest.

"Ahh, this is my favorite part," they said. "The chaos before anything useful forms."

Levi stood beside them, arms crossed, expression unimpressed. "Looks like a mess."

"It is a mess," Hange replied cheerfully. "That's what makes it interesting."

Below them, pairs of cadets sparred across the open ground—wooden training blades striking, bodies dodging, some skilled, others barely holding their footing.

A boy charged recklessly, swinging wide—

—and immediately got knocked flat on his back.

Levi clicked his tongue. "Idiot."

"Ah, but look at the determination!" Hange pointed. "He got back up."

Levi followed their gaze.

The same boy was already on his feet again, gripping his blade tighter, eyes burning with frustration and resolve.

"That one's going to get himself killed," Levi muttered.

"Or survive out of sheer stubbornness," Hange countered.

Before Levi could respond—

A sharp crack echoed across the field.

Both of them turned.

A girl had just disarmed her opponent in a single, clean motion—her wooden blade stopping just short of his throat. Precise. Controlled. Effortless.

The boy froze.

She didn't even look winded.

Levi's eyes narrowed slightly.

"...That one."

Hange grinned immediately. "I was waiting for you to notice."

The girl stepped back, lowering her weapon. Calm. Composed. Not a trace of arrogance—just quiet certainty.

Mikasa Ackerman.

"She's good," Levi said simply."'Good' is an understatement," Hange replied. "Her movement is efficient—no wasted energy, no hesitation. It's almost—"

"—natural," Levi finished.

Their attention shifted again.

A few meters away, another match was unfolding.

This one quieter.

More controlled.

A blonde girl moved with careful precision, her strikes measured, her defense nearly flawless. She wasn't flashy—but every move had purpose.

Her opponent tried to press forward—

—and found himself consistently blocked, redirected, shut down.

Then, in one smooth motion—

She countered.

Disarmed.

Victory.

Annie Leonhart.

Hange tilted their head, intrigued. "Oh, she's interesting."

Levi watched silently. "She's holding back."

"You think so?"

"Yeah."

Below, Annie stepped away without a word, barely acknowledging her opponent.

Hange's smile widened slightly. "Now that is promising."

A sudden shout broke through.

"AGAIN!"

Another boy—louder than the rest—was arguing with his opponent, clearly frustrated.

Eren Yeager.

"He's got spirit," Hange noted.

"He's got a death wish," Levi corrected.

Nearby, a taller boy ran a hand through his hair, looking equally annoyed.

Jean Kirstein.

Not far from them, two others struggled in their own way—

One energetic but clumsy:

Connie Springer.

The other distracted enough to nearly trip over nothing:

Sasha Blouse.

Hange chuckled. "We've got a wide range this year."

Levi's gaze drifted further.

A quiet pair stood off to the side—one with a sharp, guarded look:

Ymir.

And beside her, softer, almost out of place:

Krista Lenz.

"Some of them don't belong here," Levi muttered.

"Not yet," Hange said.

Across the field, two more stood out—not for speed, but for presence.

Solid. Reliable.

Watching everything carefully.

Reiner Braun

Bertolt Hoover

Levi studied them briefly. "Those two... steady."

Hange nodded. "Yes. The kind you build around."

A voice cut in behind them.

"You're early."

Both turned.

Keith Shadis stood there, arms crossed, expression as stern as ever.

Levi gave a slight nod. "Just passing time." Hange waved lightly. "Observing your new batch. They're quite something."

Shadis stepped forward, looking down at the cadets.

"They're raw," he said. "Undisciplined. Half of them won't make it."

Levi shrugged. "Sounds about right."

"But," Shadis continued, "there are a few worth watching."

Hange leaned in slightly. "Oh? Do tell."

Shadis pointed subtly toward the field.

"Ackerman," he said. "Top of the class already. Natural talent."

Levi didn't react outwardly—but his eyes flicked back to Mikasa.

"Leonhart,” Shadis said. “Quiet. Skilled. But hard to read.”

Hange nodded. "Agreed."

"Braun. Strong. Reliable. Leadership potential."

Levi hummed faintly.

"Hoover. Observant. Not as forward, but capable."

Hange glanced between them. "Interesting pair."

Shadis continued, "Kirstein has potential, if he gets over himself. The loud one—Yeager—he's reckless, but driven."

"Driven idiots die first," Levi muttered.

"Sometimes," Shadis said. "Sometimes they're the ones who keep moving when others stop."

A brief pause.

"And the rest?" Hange asked.

Shadis exhaled. "Uncertain."

Levi looked back at the field—at the chaos, the struggle, the sparks of something more hidden among the noise.

"Who do you think will choose the Scouts?" Hange asked.

Shadis didn't hesitate.

"Ackerman will."

Levi's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Leonhart... hard to say," Shadis continued. "Braun might. Hoover will follow him. Yeager definitely will—whether he survives long enough is another question."

Hange smiled faintly. "A promising group."

Shadis crossed his arms again. "Promising doesn't mean surviving."

Levi turned away from the railing. "It never does."

Below them, the cadets continued to clash—some falling, some rising, some beginning to stand out.

Future soldiers.

Future losses.

Future hope.

And somewhere in that chaos—

Two stood just a little sharper than the rest.

Mikasa.

Annie.

Levi glanced back one last time.

"...At least a couple of them won't be a complete waste," he muttered.

Hange grinned.

"High praise from you."

Levi didn't respond.

But he didn't look away, either.

[levislefttoee]

𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘

Chapter 3 Levi x Fem reader

The bar was louder than usual that night.

Or maybe is just felt that way.

You sat where you always did, the same chair, the same table, the same drink in your hand - but nothing felt the same. The voices around you blurred into something distant, like noise underwater.

"A week."

You scoffed under your breath, swirling the liquid in your glass.

"As if that changes anything."

But you didn't throw them out.

That was the problem.

Your fingers tightened slightly around the glass.

The Scouts.

Idiots. Dreamers. Walking corpses, most of them.

And yet - your thoughts dragged you backwards, somewhere you didn't like to go.

Somewhere you never went.

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You were young.

Too small to understand anything.

But old enough to remember the fear.

The arguing.

Your parents' voices - low, urgent, always looking over their shoulders.

They wore the uniform with pride. Wings of Freedom stitched into their cloaks. To you, they had always looked like heroes.

They were heroes.

At least, that's what you believed.

Until the night everything broke.

You remembered the knock first.

Sharp. Heavy. Not patient.

Your mother had gone still.

Your father had told you to stay quiet - voice firm, but eyes...afraid.

That was the first time you had ever seen it.

Fear.

The door opened.

Boots. Polished. Controlled.

Not Scouts.

Military Police.

They filled the room without raising their voices. Calm and cold.

Questions were asked.

Accusations followed.

Words you didn't understand back then - 'information,' 'secrets', 'the king'.

Your parents had tried to stand their ground. Tried.

You don't remember every detail. Just flashes.

Your mother stepping in front of the cupboard you were shoved into before they placed was invaded.

Your father shouting.

The sound of something being knocked over.

Then-

Silence.

Not loud.

Not dramatic.

Just...silence.

And when it was over, the Wings of Freedom were stained.

You didn't scream.

You didn't move.

You just stared.

Too young to fight. Too young to understand. Old enough to rememeber.

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After that, everything blurred.

No family. No home.

No one willing to take in the child of 'traitors.'

And so you were sent down below.

The Underground.

Not as a choice but as a disposal.

A place for things no one wanted to deal with.

You learnt that quickly.

You learnt how to fight. How to survive. How to trust no one.

And most importantly - how to never rely on the people about ever again.

You blinked, the memory snapped away like a door slammed shut.

Your drink sat untouched.

"Tch."

You pushed it aside.

"The Scouts..."

Your jaw tightened.

"They're no different."

Uniforms changed. Words changed.

But in the end, it was all the same system. The same lies. The same people deciding who mattered and who didn't. They were all connected.

And you had already been thrown away once.

You weren't about to volunteer to climb back into their hands.

"...A week," you muttered again.

Plenty of time to give them the same answer.

No.

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"-She didn't refuse immediately."

Hange's voice echoed lightly in the meeting room, far cleaner and quieter than anything in the Underground.

Levi leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "She basically told us to get lost."

"That's not the same as a complete rejection," Hange replied, pacing slightly. "She listened. That matters."

Erwin stood by the window again, hands clasped behind his back.

"She's considering it," he said.

Levi scoffed. "Someone's optimistic."

"I'm observant."

Hange hummed. "There was something. When you mentioned strength, she hesitated."

Levi's gaze shifted slightly. "She's strong because she has to be. Not because she cares about humanity."

"Maybe," Hange said. "Or maybe she just hasn't been given a reason to care."

Levi didn't answer.

Erwin turned slightly. "And that is what we are offering."

Levi's eyes narrowed. "You're offering her a battlefield."

"I'm offering her a purpose."

"Same thing." Levi muttered.

A brief silence settled.

Then Hange clapper their hands together once. "Well! While we wait for our Underground prodigy to make up her mind, we do have other things to focus on."

Levi groaned softly. "Don't remind me."

"The new cadets," Hange said brightly. "First years means fresh batch."

Erwin nodded. "Training began this week."

Levi pushed off the wall slightly. "They'll be useless."

"Of course they will," Hange said cheerfully. "That's the point. We shape them into something useful."

Levi exhaled through his nose. "Most of them will died before that happens."

Hange didn't disagree.

"Some won't," they insisted. "And those are the ones we need to find."

Erwin stepped away from the window. "We'll be observing them this afternoon."

Levi rolled his eyes. "Watching a bunch of brats fall overing during drills. Can't wait."

Hange grinned. "You love it."

"I don't."

"You absolutely do."

He didn't bother arguing further.

Erwin glanced between them. "This is important. Identifying potential early could make a significant difference."

Levi shrugged slightly. "If any of them are worth it, it'll show."

"And if not?" Hange asked.

Levi's expression didn't change.

"Then they won't last."

The room fell quiet for a moment.

Different thoughts, same reality.

Outside the walls, Titans waited.

Inside, the future of the Scouts was just beginning to stumble through training.

And somewhere far below-

You had every reason to refuse them sat in the dark, weighing a decision you didn't want to make.

One week.

That was all the time Erwin had given you.

And whether you realised it or not -

Everything was about to change.

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currently on the waiting list to create an ao3 account tf 😭 i had no idea you have to request an invitation to make an account!! apparently i have to wait till 30th june 💀 what da helly

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𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘

Levi x reader

Chapter 2

The descent into the Underground was as suffocating as Levi remembered .

Damp air clung to the walls, thick with the smell of rot, cheap alcohol, and too many people packed into too little space. Water dripped somewhere in the distance, echoing like a slow, steady clock counting down.

Hange adjusted their glasses, peering around with open fascination. "I always forget how... atmospheric it is down here."

Levi shot them a look. "That's one word for it."

Erwin said nothing. His gaze moved steadily, taking everything in—the narrow passages, the shadows, the people watching them from corners with distrust already written across their faces.

They didn't belong here.

And everyone knew it.

"They've already spotted us," Hange murmured, quieter now.

"Of course they have," Levi replied. "We stick out like clean laundry in a pile of trash."

A few heads turned as they passed. Conversations dipped. Eyes lingered.

Erwin continued forward as if none of it mattered.

"Where?" he asked.

Levi jerked his chin toward a dimly lit structure ahead. "That bar. If the reports are right, she'll be there."

The entrance was nothing more than a crooked doorway with a torn curtain hanging over it. Noise spilled out—laughter, shouting, the scrape of chairs.

Levi didn't hesitate. He pushed through.

Inside, the air was thicker. Warmer. The kind of place where trouble sat at every table.

And at the center of it—

You.

Y/N L/N

You sat lazily in your chair, one arm draped over the back, a glass in hand. People surrounded you—close, protective, like a wall made of flesh and loyalty. Some leaned in to talk, others just watched the room, eyes sharp.

But you weren’t laughing.

You were watching the door.

Watching them.

The moment Levi stepped in, your gaze locked onto him.

Then flicked to Hange.

Then to Erwin.

And something in your expression shifted—recognition, immediate and unmistakable.

"...Well," you said, your voice cutting clean through the noise. "That's new."

The room quieted.

Not completely—but enough.

"Scouts," you added, setting your glass down with a soft clink.

Every head turned.

The shift was instant.

Chairs scraped. Bodies moved. The loose circle around her tightened into something defensive. A few stood, positioning themselves between you and the newcomers.

Levi's eyes narrowed. "Tch. Didn't take long."

Hange raised their hands slightly, a half-smile on their face. "Wow, you've got quite the welcome committee."

You didn't move from your seat. "You walk in here wearing that look, that posture—yeah, it doesn't take a genius to figure it out."

Your gaze settled back on Levi.

"...And you," you added, tilting her head slightly, "you don't seem like you belong up there."

Levi didn't react.

But Erwin noticed.

"We're not here for a fight," Erwin said calmly.

"Then you picked the wrong place to visit," one of the followers snapped.

Another stepped forward. "Say what you came to say and get out."

You raised your hand.

Silence.

Not forced—obeyed.

"...Relax," you said, almost bored. "If they wanted trouble, they wouldn't have walked in this clean."

A few reluctant steps back. Not much—but enough.

Then you stood.

The room seemed to shift with you

You weren’t overly tall, not imposing in the obvious way—but there was something in how you carried yourself. Balanced. Ready. Like a blade that hadn't been drawn yet.

Your eyes never left them.

"You've got about thirty seconds before I lose interest," you said. "Make it good."

Erwin stepped forward slightly. "Y/N L/N."

You smirked faintly. "So you did your homework."

"I'm here to offer you a position," he continued. "In the Scout Regiment."

That got a reaction.

Laughter broke out—sharp, disbelieving.

"Are you serious?"

"They came all the way down here for that?"

You didn't laugh.

You just stared at him.

Then—

"Get out," you said.

Your followers blinked. "What?"

You didn't look at them. "All of you. Out."

There was hesitation this time.

"You sure about that—"

"I said out."

Something in your tone made it final.

One by one, reluctantly, they moved. Casting wary glances at the Scouts as they passed. The room emptied slower than it should have—but eventually, the door fell shut behind the last of them.

Silence settled.

Just the four of them now.

You crossed your arms. "You've got guts, I'll give you that. Walking into my place like this."

Hange leaned forward slightly, curious. "You knew who we were immediately."

"Of course I did," you replied. "People talk. The Scouts are desperate, reckless... and stupid enough to come down here."

Levi scoffed. "Still less stupid than the ones who stay."

Your eyes snapped back to him—sharp.

For a moment, something flickered there. Recognition of something deeper than just uniforms.

"...Yeah," you said quietly. "You would think that."

Erwin stepped in before it could turn.

"We need someone with your abilities," he said. "Humanity needs—"

"Don't," you cut in.

Your voice was flat now. Cold.

"Don't give me that speech. I've heard versions of it my whole life."

Hange tilted their head. "You haven't even heard the full offer."

"I don't need to," you said. "You want to take me out of here, put me in uniform, and point me at Titans. Risk my life for people who wouldn't last a day down here."

You stepped closer.

"I'm not interested."

Levi watched you carefully.

No hesitation. No curiosity.

Just refusal.

Erwin didn't argue.

Instead, he said, "Then I'll give you time."

That made you pause.

"A week," he continued. "Consider the offer. Think about what you could gain—and what you could change."

You let out a short laugh. "You think I want to change anything up there?"

"I think," Erwin said, meeting your gaze, "you understand strength. And what it's worth."

Silence.

Heavy this time.

You studied him.

Then glanced at Levi again.

"...A week," you repeated.

"Yes."

"And you'll come back?"

"I will."

You turned away slightly, grabbing her glass again. "Fine. Come back in a week."

A pause.

"But don't expect a different answer."

Levi pushed off the wall. "Wasn't planning on it."

You smirked faintly at that.

"Good."

Erwin inclined his head. "Then we'll take our leave."

No one stopped them this time.

As they stepped back out into the dim tunnels, the noise of the Underground swallowing them again, Hange exhaled.

"Well," they said, "that could have gone worse."

Levi glanced back once toward the bar.

"...She's not coming," he muttered.

Erwin's voice was calm.

"We'll see."

And somewhere behind them, in that dim, crowded bar—

You stood still, glass untouched in your hand, your thoughts no longer as certain as her words had been.

[levislefttoee]

MASTERLIST

Welcome to my masterlist for my Levi x reader!

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 - pending.....

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Levi x Fem Reader Chapter 1

The blend of the two colours creating the famous wings that everyone has heard of. The white and blue symbolises the wings of freedom. Many have chosen to devote their hearts to humanity by wearing the weight of these wings upon them. The fellow soldiers were not just devoted to the people, but to also seek the chance of freedom.

They weren't there for the money, nor the glory, nor the cheers of the people who waited upon their return each mission to see if their so long dream has finally been accomplished. They were the Survey Corp. The burden of death on their shoulders as they did not know who would be the next to fall during their duty. They kept their heads held high, looking ahead towards the future, for they so hoped that one day humanity would finally defeat the titans and be able to wander beyond the walls.

For humanity.

For hope.

For freedom.

It was a dangerous profession, but it was a hope that the people were given. Many soldiers proudly wore their wings.

But within these soldiers stood two, one just as strong as the other. The most feared duo mankind had ever heard of. They had each other. Their lives were dangerous and unpredictable, but it birthed a love like no other.

Levi Ackerman and Y/N.

This is their story.

And what better place to start...than from the beginning?

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year 845

All was lost. Shiganshina was in chaos. After years of peace, every district within the walls were left with the shocking appearance of the Colossal Titan and Armoured Titan. Fear lingered in the air; it was engraved in everyone's faces who struggled to continue living their everyday lives. Their faith and only hope having to go to the Survey Corp, who once again had to fulfil their duties and carry the burden of the deaths of the fellow people and soldiers.

The door to Erwin Smith's office swung open harder than necessary.

"Commander." Hange's voice carried a barely-contained excitement as they strode in, goggles pushed up onto their head, eyes practically sparkling. "It still feels strange saying that."

Levi followed a step behind, hands in his pockets, expression as flat as ever. "Don't get used to it. He'll find a way to make it annoying."

Erwin stood by the window, the morning light outlining his figure. He turned at their entrance, a faint smile tugging at his lips - small, but unmistakably there.

"I see neither of you have changed," he said.

"Of course not!" Hange replied instantly. "But you have. New title, new authority...new responsibilities." They leaned forward onto his desk, scanning papers. "So? What's the first grand move under Commander Erwin's orders?"

Levi clicked his tongue. "Let the man sit in his chair for five minutes before you start interrogating him."

"I've already been sitting long enough." Erwin said calmly, moving to his desk. "And there is, in fact, a mission I want to discuss with the both of you."

That caught their attention.

Hange straightened up immediately. Levi's eyes narrowed slightly, his posture sharpening in that subtle way it always did when something serious was coming.

Erwin placed a file on the desk and opened it.

"This operation will take us into the Underground."

The air shifted.

Levi didn;t react outwardly at first - but there was a pause. Small. Barely noticeable. Then his gaze dropped to the file, colder than before.

"...Go on," he said.

Hange tilted their head, curiosity piqued. "The Underground? That's unusual."

"This is not a normal case." Erwin continued.

He turned the file towards them.

Inside was a sketch - rough, but detailed enough. A young woman. Sharp eyes. Expression unreadable.

"Her name is Y/N L/N."

Hange leaned closer. "Never heard of her.

"You wouldn't have," Erwin said. "She hasn't surfaced in years. But reports from our informants are...consistent."

Levi's gaze lingered on the sketch.

"Consistent how?" He asked.

Erwin's voice remained steady. "Unusually strong. Exceptionally fast. Skilled inn close combat. Some may say she can take down multiple opponents without sustaining an injury."

Hange's eyes lit up. "Oh, now that is interesting."

"She's not just surviving in the Underground," Erwin continued. "She's dominating it."

Levi's expression darkened slightly. "That place doesn't let people 'dominate' anything unless they've crawled through hell to do it."

"I'm aware," Erwin said quietly.

There was a brief silence.

The Hange clapped their hands together once. "So, what's the plan? Observation? Experimentation?" They grinned.

Erwin met their gaze. "We're bringing her in."

Levi's eyes snapped up.

"...What?"

"Y/N L/N will be located and captured," Erwin said, precise and unwavering. "Then offered a place within the scouts."

Hange blinked. "Captured first, then offered?"

"She is unlikely to come willingly," Erwin replied.

Levi let out a low, humourless scoff. "You think?"

He stepped forward now, resting one hand on the desk, eyes locked on Erwin.

"You're talking about dragging someone out of the Underground like they're a stray animal," he said. "People down there don't trust anyone - especially us."

"And yet," Erwin said, "you did."

Levi's jaw tightened.

"That's different."

"Is it?"

The tension between them sharpened.

Hange glanced between the two, their usual excitement dimming, just slightly. "Okay...let's not start a silent war in the office. Levi, you know Erwin doesn't suggest things like this lightly."

Levi didn't look away from Erwin. "I know exactly how lightly he suggests things."

Erwin didn't flinch. "This isn't about convenience. It's about survival."

He tapped the file.

"If the reports are accurate. Y/N L/N possess abilities that could significantly increase our chances beyond the walls. We need soldiers who can adapt, who can fight, who can endure."

Levi's voice dropped, quieter now - but sharper.

"And you think someone from down there will just...fall in line? Take orders? Trust you?"

"No," Erwin said simply, "I don't."

That answer seemed to catch Levi off guard, just for a second. Erwin continued, "But I believe she can be convinced. And if she cannot - then we will reassess."

Levi exhaled slowly through his nose. "That's a polite way of saying we force her hand."

Hange crossed their arms, thinking. "If she's really that strong, she'd be an incredible asset. But Levi's right about one thing - people from the Underground don't forget where they came from. Or how they've been treated.

Erwin nodded. "Which is why I want you both involved."

Hange perked up again. "Of course I am."

Levi frowned. "No."

Both of them looked at him.

"I'm not going down there to kidnap some stranger," Levi said bluntly. "You want her? Send someone else."

Erwin studied him carefully. "You're the most qualified."

"I am the least interested."

"And the one most likely to understand her," Erwin added.

That hit.

Levi's expression hardened, but there was something else beneath it now - something older.

"...You don't get it," he muttered.

"Then explain it to me."

Levi looked away, clicking his tongue. "The Underground isn't some place you just walk into with a plan. It's filth. It's desperation. People fight because they have to, not because they want to join your little dream of humanity's future."

Erwin's voice softened, just slightly. "And yet you fight for that dream too."

Levi didn't answer.

Hange stepped in gently. "Maybe that's exactly why you should go, Levi. If anyone can reach her...it's someone who has been there."

Silence stretched.

Levi stared at the sketch again.

Y/N L/N

A ghost in the filth. Strong enough to survive. Strong enough to matter.

"...Tch."

He straightened, pulling his hand off the desk.

"I'm not promising anything," he said. "If she's trouble, I'm not babysitting her."

Erwin inclined his head. "Understood."

Hange grinned. "So, that's a yes."

Levi shot them a look. "It's a 'we'll see'. Don't get ahead of yourself."

But he didn't walk out.

And that, for Erwin, was enough.

"Prepare to depart at first light tomorrow," Erwin said, "We'll discuss the strategy in detail this evening."

Hange was already flipping through the file again, muttering excitedly. "This is going to be fascinating..."

Levi headed towards the door, pausing just briefly.

"...If this goes wrong," he said without turning. "it's on you, Commander."

Erwin's voice remained steady.

"I'll take full responsibility."

Levi didn't reply.

The door closed behind him.

And in the quiet that followed him, the mission had already begun.

[levislefttoee]

𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘

Levi x Reader

Introduction

Humanity has always feared the walls, but you fear what lies beyond them.

In a world ravaged by man-eating titans, where survival depends on strength, loyalty and sacrifice, you join the ranks of the Survey Corps, determined to uncover the truth behind the monsters who stole your past. Quiet, but fiercely skilled, you quickly earn a place among soldiers who have long since forgotten what it means to hope.

Among them is humanity's strongest soldier, Levi Ackerman - cold, sharp and seemingly untouchable. To everyone else, he is a weapon. To you, he is something far more complicated than the eyes can read.

As secrets unravel and the truth about the Titans behind to surface, you find yourself caught between duty and something you never expected - Levi's guarded attention. What begins as a silent understanding on the battlefield, slowly turns into something deeper, something dangerous in a world where attachments can get you killed.

But love is a risk neither of them can afford.

With war closing in, betrayal lurking in the shadows, and humanity's fate hanging by a thread, you must decide: will you fight only for survival......or for the one person who makes you feel alive?

Because in a world built on despair, even the strongest hearts break.

Authors note: hope you guys are excited for whats about to come hehehee.

Stay tuned!!

[levislefttoee]

Ive written a levi fanfic on wattpad but ughhh its not getting much views and ive done like over 50 chapters and its still ongoing. Should i try posting it on here??

[levislefttoee]

Zuko - Ceremony Escape

Summary: Where the firelord zuko and his firelady escape their noble ceremony.

WC: 1.1k

Genre/tag: fluff, sfw, firelord husband, firelady, ceremony, romantic dancing

The royal palace glittered with gold and crimson lanterns, their warm light reflecting off polished marble floors as nobles from across the Fire Nation filled the grand ballroom.

As Fire Lady, you had spent the entire evening smiling politely, greeting guests, and engaging in endless conversations.

Unfortunately, so had Zuko.

Which meant you hadn’t spoken to your husband in nearly an hour.

Every now and then, you’d catch a glimpse of him across the room surrounded by ministers, generals, and noble families.

And every single time, his amber eyes would immediately find yours.

The brief moments of eye contact were enough to make you smile.

Unfortunately, they were also enough to make him visibly impatient.

You watched him excuse himself from one conversation only to get trapped in another before he could reach you.

His jaw tightened.

You bit back a laugh.

Being Fire Lord had taught Zuko patience.

Only a little, though.

⸻

As the evening continued, musicians moved toward the center of the ballroom.

The crowd immediately quieted.

The traditional festival dance.

A beloved Fire Nation custom.

Partners were expected to switch throughout the dance as a symbol of unity among the noble houses.

You immediately saw the look on Zuko’s face.

He hated this tradition.

Not because of the dance itself.

Because it meant dancing with everyone except the person he actually wanted to dance with.

You.

The music began.

Noblewomen quickly approached the Fire Lord, eager for the honor of a dance.

Ever the diplomat, Zuko accepted politely.

But as he guided his current partner through the movements, his gaze constantly drifted across the room.

Searching.

Searching.

Searching.

For you.

⸻

Meanwhile, you found yourself paired with a nobleman whose name you had forgotten the second he introduced himself.

At first he seemed perfectly pleasant.

Then the dance started.

And he stepped far too close.

Your smile faltered.

His hand settled on your waist.

Too low.

Too familiar.

You subtly attempted to create distance.

He only moved closer.

“You look stunning tonight, Fire Lady.”

His tone made your skin crawl.

You forced a polite smile.

“Thank you.”

His grip tightened.

You immediately wished it hadn’t.

Across the ballroom, his smug expression never left his face.

The man clearly enjoyed making you uncomfortable.

⸻

And unfortunately for him—

Zuko finally saw it.

At first he simply caught sight of you dancing.

Relief flashed across his face.

Then he noticed your expression.

The stiffness in your posture.

The way you kept trying to move away.

The nobleman’s wandering hand.

The disgusting smirk.

The relief disappeared instantly.

Replaced by something much more dangerous.

The music continued.

But Zuko stopped dancing.

Completely.

His current partner nearly stumbled.

The entire ballroom seemed to part around him as he crossed the floor.

His expression remained calm.

Far too calm.

The kind of calm that made experienced generals nervous.

⸻

Your dance partner was still speaking when a familiar voice interrupted.

“May I steal my Fire Lady away?”

You looked up.

Zuko stood beside you.

Amber eyes fixed entirely on the nobleman.

The smile on his face didn’t reach his eyes.

Not even slightly.

The nobleman swallowed.

Hard.

Every instinct in his body seemed to scream danger.

“Of course, Fire Lord.”

Zuko’s gaze remained locked on him for several seconds.

Long enough for the nobleman to visibly regret every decision he’d made that evening.

Then Zuko offered his hand to you.

You took it immediately.

The relief was almost embarrassing.

⸻

The second you stepped into his arms, your entire body relaxed.

Zuko noticed instantly.

His hand settled gently against your waist.

Not possessive.

Protective.

The difference meant everything.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

You nodded.

“I’m fine now.”

His jaw tightened.

That answer clearly wasn’t enough for him.

But he let it go for the moment.

Instead, he guided you into the next movement of the dance.

⸻

The ballroom seemed to disappear.

The nobles.

The music.

The politics.

Everything faded away until it was just the two of you.

Zuko’s gaze never left yours.

Not once.

The traditional dance transformed into something softer.

Something more intimate.

You found yourself smiling.

A real smile this time.

One reserved only for him.

The corners of Zuko’s mouth lifted in return.

A rare sight.

One that made several nobles gasp quietly.

The Fire Lord wasn’t exactly known for smiling in public.

Yet here he was.

Unable to stop.

Because of you.

⸻

As the dance continued, you leaned closer.

“Thank you.”

His hand tightened slightly around yours.

“For what?”

“Saving me.”

His eyes softened.

“You never have to thank me for that.”

You smiled.

He looked around the ballroom.

Then back at you.

A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes.

One that didn’t surface often.

“How about we escape?”

You blinked.

“The Fire Lord wants to abandon his own ceremony?”

“Absolutely.”

You laughed.

“Sounds tempting.”

“It wasn’t a suggestion.”

⸻

The second the dance ended, Zuko grabbed your hand.

And ran.

Well—

As much as a Fire Lord could run while maintaining dignity.

You both slipped through a side corridor before anyone could stop you.

Behind you, confused nobles searched for the missing royal couple.

Ahead of you, moonlight illuminated the palace gardens.

Finally.

Peace.

⸻

The gardens were quiet.

The only sounds were rustling leaves and distant fountains.

Zuko led you toward a stone bench overlooking a pond filled with glowing lantern lilies.

The stars shimmered overhead.

Without hesitation, he sat down and pulled you beside him.

You immediately curled against his side.

His arm wrapped around your shoulders.

You rested your head against his chest.

For several minutes neither of you spoke.

Neither felt the need to.

The silence was comfortable.

Warm.

Home.

⸻

Eventually, Zuko pressed a kiss against the top of your head.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to you sooner.”

You looked up.

“You came when it mattered.”

His expression softened.

You could still see traces of anger lingering beneath the surface.

Not directed at you.

At the man from earlier.

You reached up and touched his cheek.

“I’m okay.”

His hand covered yours.

“I know.”

Then, after a pause:

“He’s never dancing with you again.”

You laughed.

“There it is.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know.”

“And if he even looks at you like that again—”

You started laughing harder.

Zuko rolled his eyes.

But a smile tugged at his lips.

Soon enough, the conversation faded again.

You settled against him beneath the stars.

His arm around your shoulders.

Your hand intertwined with his.

The palace searching frantically for its missing rulers.

And neither of you caring in the slightest.

For the first time all evening, you finally had what you’d both been searching for.

Each other.

[levislefttoee]

Levi Ackerman - This Is The End

Summary : Levi cheated on you and your final goodbye is in a song.

authors note: this is inspired but the original song , i hate you i love you

WC: 1.1k

The cameras loved you tonight.

They always did.

The annual music awards ceremony glittered beneath a thousand lights, every celebrity dressed in diamonds and designer fabric, every smile rehearsed for the photographers waiting outside. Normally, you could wear your own smile just as easily.

Tonight, you couldn't.

Not after the headlines.

Not after the photos.

Not after seeing your boyfriend—now ex-boyfriend—Levi Ackerman leaving a private party with another celebrity, his hand resting against her back in a way that looked far too familiar.

The internet had exploded.

Levi Ackerman Cheating Scandal.

Power Couple No More.

Sources Confirm Breakup.

You'd ignored every call from his team.

Every text.

Every apology.

Because none of it changed what you felt.

The betrayal.

The humiliation.

The heartbreak.

Backstage, your manager was reviewing the planned setlist.

"Ready for the new single?" she asked.

You stared at the paper.

Then slowly shook your head.

"No."

"What?"

You looked up.

"I'm singing something else."

Her eyes widened.

"The network already approved—"

"I know."

"You can't just change the performance."

But you were already walking away.

Because for the first time in your career, you didn't care about protocol.

You didn't care about ratings.

You didn't care about what the label wanted.

You just wanted the truth.

And the truth hurt.

A few minutes later, your name echoed through the arena.

The crowd erupted.

Thousands of people cheering.

Millions watching at home.

You stepped into the spotlight wearing a silver gown that suddenly felt too heavy.

The audience expected your newest hit.

Instead, you sat at the piano.

Confusion spread through the room.

You adjusted the microphone.

Took a shaky breath.

Then spoke.

"This song isn't released."

The audience fell silent.

"It's called I Hate You, I Love You."

Somewhere in the crowd, Levi froze.

You knew because you could feel it.

The first piano note echoed through the arena.

Then another.

And another.

Your voice came out barely above a whisper.

Raw.

Fragile.

Honest.

Every lyric carried the weight of sleepless nights.

Of reading rumors at three in the morning.

Of wondering if the person you trusted most had ever truly loved you.

The song wasn't angry.

That would have been easier.

Instead, it was heartbreak.

The kind that lingered.

The kind that made you miss someone even while they were destroying you.

Your voice cracked halfway through the second verse.

A tear slid down your cheek.

You kept singing.

Another followed.

Then another.

The cameras caught everything.

For once, you didn't hide it.

The entire arena was silent except for your voice.

Even the celebrities in the front rows looked emotional.

By the bridge, you were openly crying.

Every word hurt.

Every note felt like ripping open a wound.

And yet you couldn't stop.

Because this was goodbye.

Not just to a relationship.

But to the future you'd imagined with him.

The final chorus arrived.

Your hands trembled against the piano.

Your voice shook.

Then came the last line.

The line that had never been meant for anyone else.

Slowly, you lifted your gaze.

Across the audience.

Past the flashing lights.

Past the rows of celebrities.

Until your eyes found Levi.

For a moment, everything else disappeared.

The crowd.

The cameras.

The stage.

It was just him.

Sitting there.

Already crying.

You held his gaze as you sang the final words.

And for the first time since the scandal broke, he looked completely broken.

Then the song ended.

Silence.

One heartbeat.

Two.

Three.

And suddenly the entire arena stood.

A standing ovation.

Thunderous applause.

People wiping tears from their eyes.

The loudest applause of the night.

You bowed once.

Then left the stage before anyone could stop you.

Before anyone could ask questions.

Before anyone could see how shattered you really were.

Back in your dressing room, the silence felt deafening.

You sat in front of the mirror, makeup smeared from tears.

The applause still echoed faintly through the walls.

Then the door burst open.

You didn't need to look up.

Only one person would dare.

Levi.

He stood there breathing heavily, like he'd run through the entire building.

His usually composed expression was gone.

"Please."

Your chest tightened.

"Levi—"

"Please just listen."

You looked away.

He stepped closer.

"It wasn't what it looked like."

You laughed bitterly.

"Really?"

"It wasn't."

"The pictures looked pretty clear."

"I know."

"You disappeared for days."

"I panicked."

"You lied."

His jaw tightened.

Then he whispered:

"I know."

The room fell silent.

Levi looked more exhausted than you'd ever seen him.

His eyes were red.

His voice cracked.

"It meant nothing."

You closed your eyes.

"That's supposed to make it better?"

"No."

He swallowed hard.

"But it's the truth."

You wanted to believe him.

God, you wanted to.

That was the worst part.

Even now.

Even after everything.

A piece of you still loved him.

But love wasn't always enough.

Trust mattered too.

And yours was gone.

Levi stepped closer.

"I'm sorry."

You looked at him.

The strongest man you'd ever known looked completely defeated.

"I'm sorry for hurting you."

The words almost broke you.

Almost.

Slowly, you stood.

The distance between you disappeared.

For a moment neither of you spoke.

Neither of you moved.

Then you reached up and touched his face.

Levi leaned into your hand immediately.

Like he was afraid you'd disappear.

Fresh tears filled his eyes.

You rose onto your toes.

And kissed him.

One last time.

It wasn't passionate.

It wasn't desperate.

It was goodbye.

A final memory.

A final chance to remember the good before letting go of the bad.

When you pulled away, Levi's eyes were already shining with tears.

You forced yourself to smile despite your own.

"This is the end."

The words shattered something inside him.

You saw it happen.

Saw the realization settle in.

Saw the acceptance.

The regret.

The heartbreak.

"Please..." he whispered.

You shook your head.

"No."

His breathing became uneven.

"You were the best thing that ever happened to me."

Your eyes burned.

"Then you should've treated me like it."

Levi looked down.

Unable to argue.

Because he knew you were right.

For the first time in his life, there was nothing he could fix.

Nothing he could fight.

Nothing he could protect.

Not even this.

Not anymore.

After a long moment, he nodded.

Once.

Slowly.

Then turned toward the door.

Before leaving, he glanced back one final time.

His eyes met yours.

Filled with love.

Filled with regret.

Filled with the painful knowledge that he had lost the person he wanted most.

Then he walked away.

And this time, neither of you stopped him.

The door closed softly behind him.

You stood alone in the dressing room.

Heartbroken.

Relieved.

Devastated.

Free.

Outside, the crowd was still talking about the performance.

The song.

The tears.

The standing ovation.

But none of them knew the real ending.

Only you and Levi did.

And sometimes the saddest love stories aren't the ones where love disappears.

They're the ones where it remains long after goodbye.

[levislefttoee]

Levi Ackerman - Rage On Ice

Summary: Levi loses his temper during a hockey game.

Genre/tag: fluff, sfw, modern au, hockey player, boyfriend

wc: 1.1k

Levi Ackerman wasn’t the type to get nervous.

At least, that’s what everyone thought.

But as you stood with him in the tunnel beneath the arena, surrounded by the sounds of skates scraping against concrete and distant cheers filtering through the walls, you noticed the subtle signs.

The way he adjusted his gloves twice.

The slight tension in his shoulders.

The way his jaw clenched when he stared toward the ice.

You smiled and reached up to fix a stray strand of dark hair that had fallen into his eyes.

“You’ll be amazing.”

Levi glanced down at you.

“I know.” You laughed.

“There he is.”

“What?”

“The cocky hockey player everyone talks about.”

His eyes softened.

“Only because you’re here.”

Before you could tease him about how ridiculously cheesy that was, one of his teammates yelled that they needed him on the ice.

Levi sighed dramatically.

“Unfortunately, duty calls.”

You grabbed the front of his jersey and pulled him down for a kiss.

A real one.

The kind that made the noise around you disappear for a moment.

When you pulled away, his forehead rested against yours.

“Good luck.”

He hummed.

“Watch me score.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

Then he was gone.

⸻

You found your seat near the glass and settled in as the arena lights dimmed.

The crowd erupted.

Music blasted through the speakers.

One by one, the players skated onto the ice through clouds of smoke and flashing lights.

When Levi’s name was announced, the cheers somehow became even louder.

You couldn’t help smiling.

He looked incredible.

Black jersey.

Captain’s patch.

Dark hair peeking from beneath his helmet.

That familiar focused expression.

The team started their warm-up lap around the rink.

As Levi skated past your section, his head turned.

Searching.

Looking.

Until he found you.

The second your eyes met, a tiny smirk appeared.

Then he lifted two fingers to his lips and blew you a kiss.

Your heart immediately betrayed you.

You blew one back.

His grin widened before he skated away.

⸻

The game started strong.

Levi was everywhere.

Stealing pucks.

Setting up plays.

Making impossible passes.

Halfway through the first period, he scored.

Just like he’d promised.

You were on your feet with everyone else, screaming while his teammates practically tackled him into the boards celebrating.

Levi pointed toward your section.

You pointed back.

A silent conversation.

See?

Show off.

⸻

The second period was rougher.

The opposing team had clearly decided the only way to stop Levi was to hit him.

Hard.

The first time happened near center ice.

A defenseman slammed into him from the side.

The crowd booed immediately.

Levi hit the ice.

Your stomach dropped.

But seconds later he was back on his skates.

Annoyed. Not injured.

Just irritated.

Which was somehow worse.

The second hit came later.

This one sent him crashing into the boards.

You stood halfway out of your seat.

Levi stayed down for a second.

Just a second.

Then he pushed himself up.

His helmet slightly crooked.

Expression dark. Dangerously dark.

You knew that look.

And so did everyone who knew him.

He was one bad moment away from snapping.

⸻

Unfortunately, that moment came.

Late in the third period.

One of Levi’s teammates chased the puck into the corner.

An opponent charged him from behind.

The impact was brutal.

His teammate slammed into the boards and collapsed.

The arena went silent.

For one heartbeat.

Two.

Three.

Then Levi moved. Fast.

Faster than you’d ever seen him move off the puck.

He launched across the ice straight toward the player responsible.

The guy barely had time to turn.

Levi hit him like a truck.

The player crashed onto his back.

The crowd exploded.

Players rushed in immediately.

Shouting.

Pushing.

Chaos.

And Levi wasn’t done.

He ripped off his gloves.

Then his helmet.

Then his mask.

His dark hair was a mess as he grabbed the other player’s jersey.

One punch.

Then another.

The guy fought back.

Suddenly both of them were throwing punches while the crowd screamed.

Some cheering.

Some horrified.

Most doing both.

“LEVI!”

You yelled even though he couldn’t hear you.

Referees rushed in.

Players separated them.

The entire arena seemed to shake from the noise.

Levi fought against being restrained for a second before finally stopping.

His lip was bleeding.

A bruise already forming along his cheekbone.

The referees didn’t hesitate.

Game misconduct.

Ejection.

Levi was done.

⸻

The second he disappeared down the tunnel, you were moving.

Excusing yourself past people.

Ignoring confused looks.

Rushing toward the locker room area.

Eventually you found him sitting alone on a bench.

Still wearing half his gear.

Head lowered.

His knuckles scraped raw.

Blood stained his lip.

The second he saw you, his shoulders relaxed.

Just slightly.

You sat beside him.

Neither of you spoke for a moment.

Then you gently touched his cheek.

“You idiot.”

Levi huffed.

“That’s not very comforting.”

“You got yourself kicked out.”

“He deserved it.”

“Probably.”

“He definitely did.”

You sighed.

“Still.”

His eyes dropped.

“I know.”

For a moment he looked genuinely frustrated.

Not angry.

Not at the other player.

At himself.

“I lost my temper.”

You carefully wiped away some blood from his lip. “You were protecting your teammate.”

“I should’ve handled it differently.”

“Maybe.” Levi leaned into your touch.

Only slightly.

The kind of affection he’d deny if anyone else saw it.

“I hate when you’re right.”

“You love when I’m right.”

“That’s worse.”

You laughed softly.

He finally smiled.

A small one.

But real.

⸻

A sudden roar from somewhere deeper in the arena interrupted you both.

The game was ending.

You and Levi exchanged a look.

A few seconds later the locker room doors burst open.

His teammates flooded inside.

Shouting.

Laughing.

Throwing equipment everywhere.

“We won!”

“WE ACTUALLY WON!”

“CAPTAIN!”

Someone immediately wrapped Levi in a headlock.

Another teammate nearly tackled him off the bench.

Despite everything, Levi laughed.

Actually laughed.

The room erupted again.

You found yourself pulled into the celebration too.

Players cheering.

Music blasting.

People hugging everyone in sight.

Eventually Levi appeared beside you again.

A championship cap shoved onto his head.

Bruised.

Bloody. Exhausted.

Victorious.

He slipped an arm around your waist and pulled you against him.

His forehead rested against yours.

The chaos faded into the background.

“We won.”

“You did.”

He smiled.

“No.”

His thumb brushed against your hand.

“We did.”

And for once, surrounded by celebrating teammates and the aftermath of the wildest game of the season—

Levi Ackerman looked completely happy.

[levislefttoee]

Come Back To Me

Summary : Where you and Aang have an argument because he just came back from a mission and he is already leaving again.

Genre/tag : fluff, sfw, relationship, argument

authors note: i tried a new writing style. this one has more dialogue. i want readers to try and feel the emotions through the actual conversation than just describing scenarios. almost like reenacting it in your mind. all the constant descriptions can sometimes make your mind fade during your fantasies so hopefully this makes it easier. enjoy!!

The sun was barely rising over the horizon when Aang’s glider touched down in the courtyard.

He looked exhausted.

Dust covered his robes, his shoulders slumped, and there were dark circles beneath his gray eyes. He’d been gone for almost a month helping villages rebuild after a series of devastating storms.

The second his feet touched the ground, you were already running towards him.

“Aang!”

He barely had time to smile before you threw your arms around him.

The exhaustion melted from his face as he held you tightly.

“Hey.”

“You idiot,” You laughed through your tears. “Do you know how worried I was?”

“A little?”

You punched his shoulder.

“A lot.”

Aang laughed softly as he rested his forehead against yours.

“I missed you too.”

For a moment, everything felt right.

Then you noticed the expression in his eyes.

The one he got whenever he was carrying the weight of the world.

Your smile instantly faded.

“Aang…”

He looked away.

And immediately you knew.

“No.”

Aang winced.

“No?” he repeated.

“No. Absolutely not.”

He sighed.

“Y/N-.”

“You just got back!” You cut him off before he could even continue.

“I know.” He sighed, feeling disappointed in himself.

“You haven’t even been home for an hour!”

“I know.” Another sigh as his tone went higher, clearly starting to feel quite irritated.

“And you’re leaving again?” You rested your hand on your chest as if you were trying to hold your heart in place so it wouldn’t fall.

The silence was answer enough.

You stepped back. Your heart sank.

“How long?”

“Two weeks.”

“Two weeks?” You repeated, your blood started to boil.

Aang rubbed the back of his neck.

“There’s a spirit disturbance near the northern mountains. The reports keep getting worse. I have to go.”

“Then I’ll come with you.”

His expression immediately hardened.

“No.”

Your eyebrows shot up.

“No?”

“You can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s dangerous.”

All you could do was scoff at his answer.

“When has that ever stopped me?”

“Y/N.” He said sternly.

“No, seriously. I’ve fought beside you before. I’ve helped you before.”

“This is different.”

“Then explain it to me.” You pleaded, tears brimming at your eyes.

Aang opened his mouth.

Then closed it.

Because the truth was something he didn’t want to say.

You crossed your arms. All your mind could think of was that sometimes Aang forgets that even though he is the Avatar, he is still a human. If something goes wrong, he could die.

“Aang.”

His eyes dropped to the ground.

The silence stretched.

Then his voice cracked.

“Because I can’t lose you.”

You froze.

Aang swallowed hard.

“I can’t.” His eyes shimmered with tears.

“I know what these spirits can do. I know how dangerous this is.”

“Aang—”

“If something happened to you because I brought you with me…”

His voice broke completely.

“I wouldn’t survive it.”

Your anger disappeared instantly. You have never seen him look so afraid.

Not even during battles.

Not even facing powerful enemies.

Because this fear wasn’t for himself.

It was for You.

Aang wiped at his eyes quickly.

Embarrassed.

But more tears followed.

“I already spend every mission wondering if everyone’s okay.” His shoulders trembled.

“If you’re there too, I’d never be able to focus.”

Your heart shattered. You stepped closer.

“Aang..”

“I need you here.” His voice was barely a whisper.

“I need to know there’s somewhere safe waiting for me.”

The tears finally spilled down his cheeks.

“And that’s you.”

Your own eyes filled. You cupped his face.

“You should’ve just said that.”

Aang laughed shakily.

“I was trying to.”

You leaned your forehead against his.

“I hate this.”

“I know.”

“I hate that you’re going.”

“I know.”

“And I hate that you’re making good points.”

That earned a small smile.

Finally.

Reluctantly.

You nodded.

“Okay.”

Aang stared at you. Like you are something so fragile, that the moment his eyes left yours, you would break

“Okay?”

“I’ll stay.”

Relief washed over his face.

Then you pointed a finger at him.

“But you are coming back.”

“I’ll try.”

“No.”

You poked his chest.

“You are coming back.”

Aang smiled.

“I’ll come back.”

-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-

The first few days weren’t terrible.

You kept yourself busy.

Training.

Helping villagers.

Spending time with Katara and Sokka.

But by the end of the first week…

The worry started creeping in. And by the second week…

It consumed you completely.

Every knock on the door made you jump.

Every messenger hawk made your heart race.

Every day without news felt unbearable.

One evening you decided to sit on the dock staring at the water.

Silent tears slipping down your cheeks.

Katara sat beside you. Neither of you spoke for a while.

Eventually Katara rested a hand on your shoulder.

“You’re worried.”

You laughed bitterly. “Is it that obvious?”

“A little.”

More tears fell.

“It’s been two weeks.”

Katara squeezed your shoulder.

“I know.”

“What if something happened?”

Katara’s expression softened.

“Aang is strong.”

“Strong people still get hurt.”

Katara couldn’t argue with that.

Because she’d spent years worrying about Aang too.

Before she could respond, another voice joined them.

“Besides.” Sokka dropped onto the dock.

“If anything tries to kill Baldie, it’ll probably get talked to death first.”

You could only laugh along.

Sokka grinned.

“Seriously. Have you met him?”

Katara rolled her eyes. “He does have a point.”

Sokka nodded.

“The guy survived icebergs, wars, giant monsters, angry spirits, and my cooking.”

“Your cooking is definitely the most dangerous thing on that list.”

“Exactly.”

For the first time in days, You smiled.

A real one.

And both siblings counted that as a victory.

-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-

The morning of the fourteenth day arrived.

You had barely slept.

You stood outside staring at the horizon.

Waiting.

Hoping.

Praying.

Please come back.

Please.

Please.

Then—

A tiny shape appeared in the distance.

Your breath got caught in your throat.

No.

No way.

The shape grew larger.

Closer.

A glider.

Tears instantly flooded your eyes.

“Aang.”

You ran. Ignoring the voices calling after you.

Ignoring everything.

You sprinted across the courtyard.

The moment Aang landed, you threw yourself at him.

The impact nearly knocked him over.

“Whoa!”

Your arms wrapped around him so tightly he could barely breathe.

And you were crying.

Completely crying.

The kind of tears you had been holding back for two weeks.

“Y-Y/N..”

“You idiot!” You buried your face in his shoulder.

“I was so worried!”

Aang hugged you back immediately. Holding you just as tightly.

“I’m sorry.”

You shook your head.

More tears.

“You took too long.”

“I know.”

“You scared me.”

“I know.”

His own eyes were wet now.

Because he’d missed you too.

More than he’d admitted.

More than he’d wanted to admit.

He rested his chin on your head.

“I’m home.”

Three simple words.

And suddenly all the fear disappeared.

You pulled back just enough to look at him.

To make sure he was really there.

Safe.

Alive.

Home.

Then you kissed his forehead and laughed through your tears.

“Good.”

Aang smiled.

The soft, warm smile that always felt like sunlight.

“Good.”

And for the first time in two weeks—

Everything was okay.

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Zuko - S*x Is On Fire

Summary : Where a night with Zuko ends with the room in flames

Genre/Tag : smut, nsfw, zuko, husband, firelord

WC:654

The silent night surrounded you.

That's how the nights usually went for you as you patiently waited in your royal chambers for your husband to finish his daily tasks.

You were lying in your giant bed like always, dressed in the finest silk, laced robe that you owned. You lazily watched as the candles on your bedside table flicked as you had nothing else to do.

Almost half asleep, you decided to get up and sit on your desk in the corner of your shared room, refusing to let the slumber take over you.

Your husband, Zuko, has been so busy lately with his Fire Lord duties that you haven't been able to spend much time with him. During the day, he was needed by his people. During the night, he was all yours.

A few more minutes passed by when there was finally movement.

The door opened revealing your husband, whose eyes instantly land on yours. He closes the door and walks up to you, snaking his arms around your waist as he pulls you to stand with your back against his chest.

"I need you." he whispered in your ear, longingly.

"You can always have me." you said as you turned around to face him, his eyes glowing yellow as he shows how much he is yearning for you.

After heavy makeouts and clothes scattered on the floor, here you are now laid on your back as Zuko is hunched over you.

Slowly pushing into you, it was always like it's the first time you guys have had sex. It always feels nostalgic.

Your gasps and moans is like a beautiful melody to his ears.

Your fingers becoming all entangled in his black, silky hair as he thrusts into you.

He was always careful and slow at the start, giving his wife what she deserves.

Zuko kept his eyes fixed on you, mesmerised by the way your eyes often rolled back as you got hit with waves of pleasure.

His fingers made way to your clit, circling slowly. It wasn't long until you were a shaking mess underneath him, whimpering 'i love yous' a few curses as your orgasm took over you.

The sight of you sent this man to the moon. But not even the moon could compare to your beauty.

The stinging of your nails scraping up and down his back sent shocks down to his core, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

He thrusts into you one last time before you felt the twitching of his cock spewing his hot cum into you. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your next as he nibbled away at your shoulder, leaving his marks.

"My lord...." Your voice heavy over the streams of smoke releasing from his body. He grunted, face still buried in your neck.

"Zuko, I love you but you have to stop setting our room on fire."

And with that, he straightened up immediately, now realising that your shared chamber was indeed in flames with thick clouds of smoke.

Soon after, all the flames were finally put out and the steam died down.

"I'm sorry My Lady, I just can't control myself when I'm having all of you." he turned towards you as he put out the last fire that was on your curtains. A faint smile rested on his face, slightly embarrassed.

"As much as I find it hot, quite literally, my poor ladies of the court always have to suffer with changing the bedsheets and curtains almost every day." You said as you chuckled walking towards him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist.

"I love you." He whispered, staring deep into your eyes.

"And I love you." You whispered back.

A declaration of love between the two that will never die. No matter how much fire you have to put out to keep it going.

Literally.

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author notes: hope yall enjoyy just a quick lil spicy smth

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Your Warmth In The Middle Of The Night

Summary: Where you felt cold in the middle of the night and zuko doesn’t hesitate to warm you up.

Genre/Tag : fluff, sfw, dating, firelord, femreader

WC : 442

The most rarest thing to exist in the fire nation was coldness. Surrounded by a tropical climate that accumulated the heat of the fire benders home.

Tonight was a strange night. You were cold. Even under the warm blankets. Even with two muscular arms around you, being your personal heater. It still wasn’t enough.

You slowly turned your body towards your husband, Zuko. The sudden shift in your movement made him flinch slightly, grip tightening around you as he pulled you closer towards him.

“My love.” You whispered.

No answer.

“Zuko, dear.”

A sleepy hum escaped his lips. Even though he had pulled you closer, you still couldn’t get rid of the chills that created goosebumps around your body.

You pressed yourself closer, burying your face into his bare chest hoping the contact would work. Unfortunately it didn’t.

“Fuck, why is it so cold?” you said quietly in the silent night. Your words didn’t go unheard from Zuko as he pulled away slightly to look at you.

“Are you cold, baby?” He asked. Even in the dim night light you can still see the concern written in his tired eyes mixed with a worried tone in his voice.

Even in the middle of the night, with his messy, long hair, he still looked ethereal .

Like a reflex, your hand slowly slid up rubbing against his cheek, feeling his scar which you always found beautiful.

You moved a bit closer, planting a light kiss on his scar, now looking up at him.

“A bit but, I’m fine. I’ll warm up soon.” You said as you now regret waking him up because of something as childish as being cold in the middle of the night.

His hand slid down your back, pulling you closer but then settling there as his breathing slowed down to a steady pace.

Suddenly, a familiar feeling seeped into your spine. A controlled warmth.

The warmth crawled across your body as it wasn’t just coming off his hands, but his whole body was generating heat.

“Let me know if it gets too hot okay?” He murmured, voice rough with sleep. You faintly nodded as you felt your goosebumps disappear as you were enveloped into the heat.

“Thank you, Zuko. That’s enough.” You said as your eyes started closing, feeling the slumber take over you already.

When he realised that you had finally gone back to sleep, he shifted himself to plant a kiss on your forehead, then resting his head on top of yours as you were both entangled with each other under the blankets.

And that warmth he gave stayed between you two for the rest of the night.

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Author notes: wassupppp welcome to my second fanfic on here i hope yall enjoy hehe let me know any requests

[levislefttoee]

I Want To Do It With Music....

Aang x reader 18+ Summary : While cleaning, Aang finds your dirty spotify playlist and things turn a bit freaky Genre/tag : Smut, NSFW, Adult Aang, Dating, Modern AU

WC: 1.9k

The late afternoon sun poured through the windows of the small apartment, turning the floating dust gold as music echoed softly through the room.

Clothes were piled on the bed. Books leaned dangerously from crooked shelves.

"You folded exactly three shirts," You said, hands resting on your hips.

Aang grinned innocently while holding a broom like a staff. "I'm pacing myself."

"You've been pacing yourself for almost an hour."

He laughed, spinning the broom with a flourish that sent stack of papers flying across the room.

"Aang!"

"Okay, okay!" He dropped to his knees to gather them, still smiling.

You could only shake your head, though you were clearly trying not to laugh. Music thumped from the speaker near the dresser while you sorted clothes into neat piles.

Aang paused mid-cleanup. "Wait.....is it your phone that's connect to the speaker?"

"Yes?"

"That means that I finally get to pick a song."

Your eyes widened immediately. "No, don't touch-"

Too late.

Aang tapped the screen.

His face ruffled in confusion as he turned fully towards you.

"NSFW Playlist?." He finally looked at you as your cheeks flushed into a bright pink now being embarrassed that you have been exposed.

He continued tapping the screen until the next song blasted through the speakers. It had a slow beat and lyrics so bold that Aang nearly dropped the phone.

It was one of your favourite songs too.

'Oh nah by The Weeknd and Ty Dolla Sign.'

There was a long silence.

You froze in your spot as your hands ruffled into the sleeves of your sweater.

Aang slowly made his way towards you. "Y/N....."

"You were not supposed to find that playlist."

He tried - and failed - not to laugh. "This is your secret music?"

"Maybe."

"You named it NSFW playlist."

"Stop reading it!"

You lunged for the phone, but Aang stretched his arm above him where you obviously couldn't reach since he was much taller than you.

"I didn't know you listened to this kind of stuff."

You covered your face with both your hands. "This is humiliating."

Aang softened immediately, stepping closer. "Hey." He lowered the phone. "I'm not making fun of you."

You peeked through your fingers. "You're smiling."

"I'm always smiling."

"That is unfortunately true."

The song continued quietly in the background now, less embarrassing and somehow more warm.

Aang leaned against the dresser beside you. "So...why this playlist?"

You hesitated, then shrugged awkardly. "I may or may not have this weird dream thingy of wanting to do it one day with music in the background. It kinda sets the mood nicely too."

"A mood?"

"You know." Your voice got quieter. "Romantic stuff, being close, having sex." Your voice got quieter as you finished the sentence but it didn't go unheard.

Aang's expression gentled.

"Oh," He said softly.

You finally looked up at him. "You're not weirded out?"

"Why would I be?"

"I don't know. You're....you."

Aang laughed quietly. "I'm an adult, Y/N. I know what sex is. I mean, we both know what sex is."

For a moment neither of them spoke. The music filled the silence while the sunset painted the room orange.

Aang was the first to move. He inched closer and closer making you walk backwards until your back met with the wall. He hunched over you. One hand resting on the wall behind you, the other just above your waist.

"If you wanted it with music, you could have just said so baby." He smirked at you, a sudden darkness now creeping over his eyes.

"I have never done it with music, seems like a good opportunity to give it a try don't you think?" He moved his finger to your chin, pushing it up so that you were looking at him as he waited for his answer.

All you could do was nod, but that wasn't enough for him, as he suddenly pulled you up from your waist, your legs wrapping around him.

"Use your words baby." He said as he walked towards the bed, plopping down on the edge as you straddled him.

"Yes, please let's do it."

"Good girl." His hand moved to grab your phone, shoving it towards you. "Pick whatever song you want."

Hesitantly you grabbed the phone and scrolled until the perfect song caught your eyes immediately clicking on it.

It was the song you always dreamed of having sex to.

'So far so fake Guitar instrumental version.'

You settled the phone down and wrapped your arms around Aang pulling him into a kiss as his hands moved down to squeeze your ass.

He pulled away breathless, looking you up and down.

"Strip for me baby."

At his words you got up and decided to give him a show.

Slowly removing your sweater to show your black lace bra that was hidden underneath.

Moving to your black joggers as you turned around and slowly pushed them down revealing your matching underwear.

It was driving Aang insane the sight of you with the music in the background. It was almost like a scene from a movie. You were ethereal.

You slowly stepped towards him, stopping between his legs. Your hands slowly gliding against his muscular shoulders, down his arms until they got to the edge of his tank top.

In one swift movement his tank top was on the floor as you pushed him down so that he was laying on the bed.

“Where did all this confidence come from?” Aang questioned definitely intrigued by your sudden burst of dominance.

“It’s probably the music.”

“We should definitely do it with music more often then.” He smirked as you lowered yourself between his thighs, grabbing your hair out of your face before you tugged on the waistband of his grey sweatpants.

The music in the background setting the tempo as you slowly pulled them down, almost teasingly and it was driving Aang crazy.

“Keep doing that and you won’t be able to walk for a week.” Aang said as he quickly grasped your wrist as a warning.

“Maybe I want that.” You winked at him as you finally pulled down his sweatpants along with his boxers, freeing his thick cock.

You’re always mesmerised whenever you see it. It’s so big you always question if you would be able to fit it inside you.

Your dragged your tongue from the bottom of his shaft all the way to his tip in one swift movement, pre cum already leaking out.

“Fuck.” A deep groan escaped his lips and he rocked his head back and closed his eyes from the sudden feeling.

After a few pumps, you took him fully in your mouth gaining a gasp from him. As your hand helped pumping while sucking, the other gripped his thigh, squeezing ever so often.

Aang’s huge hand found its way to your hair as he pushed and pulled on it at a pace to his liking, One arm resting under his head.

You kept your eyes on him, admiring the sight that he has become. How his bottom lip finds its way between his teeth.

How his brows furrow when he gets hit with a wave of pleasure.

Aang loved the gargle sound that came out of you when you sucked him off as he pushed your head deeper and deeper.

Your hand found way to your clit as your pleasured yourself from the sight. Your moans now sending vibrations through his cock making him whimper slightly.

His breathing became quicker, realising that he is getting close. He pulls you completely off him, finding your hand and guiding you to lay down on your back as his fingers twirled around your underwear, swiftly removing them in one motion.

He loved the sight of your pussy. How it was dripping wet, aching to be touched.

“So wet for me baby.” He lowered himself till his mouth was level with your dripping cunt.

“I want to hear you. Scream my name.” His tongue made contact with you throbbing clit, swivelling around it making your back arch from the pleasure.

“A-ang fuck!” He was so good at eating you out. He becomes so pussy drunk. It’s almost like an addiction to him.

“Fuck babygirl you taste so good.”

The eye contact between you two as he ate you out was enough to make you become undone all over his mouth.

“Yes right there don’t stop.” The build up in the pit of your stomach was enough to bring tears to your eyes. You gripped his scalp as you pulled his face closer into your cunt.

“Cum for me.” His thick fingers made way into your pussy, pumping in and out as you tightened around them, releasing your juices all over them.

Aang got up onto his knees as he positioned himself at your entrance. Slowly pushing into you as he leaned down resting his forehead against yours. His hand grabbed onto each side of your waist as he eased himself fully in.

A gasp escaped both of your mouths from the contact.

“You’re so tight around me, fuck. I can’t get enough of it.”

Your hands made way over his shoulders now resting on his bare back.

“I love you so much, Aang.” You said breathlessly as you stared deep into his eyes, completely drunk from the pleasure.

“I love you.” He responded as he slowly pulled out just to push himself back in.

A slow, sensual pace settled matching the next song now playing in the background. It just made the moment seem so fragile, romantic, perfect.

“Fuck me h-harder please.” You whined as all you wanted right now is to feel Aang ramming into that spot that made you see stars.

Within perfect timing, the beat drop on the song as Aang picked up the pace. His hands gripping onto your waist, slamming you towards him as he went deeper and deeper.

“You’re so perfect like this. Begging for me like a good girl.” He groaned into your ear as he could feel himself reaching his high.

“Fuck you’re going to make me cum so good.” He said into your neck as he left a few sloppy kisses.

Your nails dug deep into his back, scraping up and down as he slammed into you hitting your g-spot.

“I’m gonna c-cum Aang f-fuck!” You screamed as you were close to releasing yourself for the second time.

“Hold it baby I’m almost there.” One of his hands found its way to hold one of yours as he continued rocking into you, chasing his high.

“Cum for me baby. Cum with me.”

That was all it took him to say for you to become a shaking mess under him as you reached your orgasm, eyes rolling as you screamed out his name.

At the same time, Aang twitched as he released his sweet semen into you, thrusting in a few more times as he pushed it deeper inside, not wanting it to leak out.

Breathless, he pulled out slowly, leaving you feeling empty as he plopped himself beside you.

His hands made way to your waist as he pulled you towards him, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“We should always do it with music from now on.” He let out a light chuckle as he looked at you. Your eyes half closed as you were drifting in and out of sleep.

“Yeah definitely.” You said as you finally let the sleep take over you.

And from now on, Aang always makes sure that there is music playing in the background whenever he realises where things are going.

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author’s note: This is my first fanfic i have posted here!! and the first ever smut i have ever written. i hope you guys enjoy it. leave any requests in the comments 🫶🏻