#knight levi

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Imagine Knight Levi coming into your chambers late at night to serve you in a different way.

[houseofcrying]

kind of niche but i finished rereading the lunar chronicles and jacin’s character is exactly how i imagine levi to be in the knight!levi x princess!reader au’s

like of course he would act devoid of emotion until the person he’s in love with is mentioned or in his presence. of course he would only be soft with them. of course he’ll be an asshole to everyone else but them. of course he would put himself in danger every time if it means that they’ll be safe.

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"Disgraceful Love" (Part - 1)

"The Etruscan Kingdom was a beautiful place situated in the lap of nature. It was a serene place ruled by King Magnus and his wife Queen Edith. Magnus was a great warrior, who had fought many wars and won every single one until the war against the Land of Zarath. It is believed that the war was so dreadful that Magnus couldn't see the bloodshed and decided to enter a peace treaty with the Prince of Zarath by Betrothing his daughter Princess Liora." I closed the book and glanced at the mirror in front of me, then at my two little maids.

"How terrible it must be for Princess Liora," remarked Sancha as she gently combed my hair. She seemed to feel deeply for the princess.

"Well, I heard that the prince of Zarath was madly in love with Princess Liora. He attacked Etruscan. He could've asked for her hand! Why such bloodshed?" Layla said, adorning my hair with flowers.

"Because Magnus had arranged Liora's wedding to someone she didn't like, Liora loved Levi, but she was forcefully married to a King's bastard," I said, trying to control my emotions. It's hard for me to stay quiet when people start making theories.

They looked at me in a concerned manner but quickly returned to their work.

I don't want people to dismiss Liora and Levi's love. It was pure, unrequited, but genuine. Even after their death, people still talk about it. It's been years since that happened.

"How about I tell you the exact story of their love? We still have time before the ball," I suggested with a smile. They nodded enthusiastically.

Let me tell you the tale of a Love as deep as ocean's abyss's as high as the stars in night sky and as pure as the first rain.

"Disgraceful Love"

It was during one of those days that Liora would slip away from the palace, skipping her lessons to ride on her beloved horse, whom she affectionately named Made.

Riding a horse and feeling the breeze while surrounded by greenery always seemed to calm her mind.

The grand halls of the palace would get filled with the sounds of hurried footsteps and frantic whispers.

The princess had slipped away once more, leaving a trail of chaos in her wake. The guards, usually stoic and composed, now stood in a line, heads bowed as the captain berated them for their failure. “How could you let this happen again?” he thundered, his voice reverberating off the marble walls. “She slipped right under your noses!”

In the servants’ quarters, the maids exchanged anxious glances, their hands trembling as they went about their tasks. They knew the king’s wrath would not be limited to the guards alone. The head maid, Aura , a stern woman with a heart of gold, tried to calm them, but her own worry was evident in the tightness of her lips.

The king himself paced the throne room, his face a mask of fury. “This is the second time this month!” he roared, slamming his fist onto the armrest of his throne. “She must be found immediately!” His advisors stood at a respectful distance, nodding in agreement but offering no solutions.

Meanwhile, in the stables, the princess’s knight, Levi, prepared his horse, his frustration palpable. He had been through this chase before and knew it would not be easy. “Stupid woman” he muttered under his breath, tightening the saddle, "She did it on purpose” He mounted his horse, A sigh escaped his lips, his signature cape hanging his shoulder as he went after her.

"Oi, stop at once!" Levi shouted as he got closer and closer to her horse. Liora looked back, grinning as she spotted Levi sprinting behind her. Instead of stopping, she increased her pace, making her way towards the river.

The river was her escape, a place where she could be herself. A place where her status didn’t matter, and a place that welcomed her as its own.

Liora looked back once as again to check how close Levi was getting, but to her surprise he was not following her. Nobody was chasing her.

she thought of stopping for a moment but she destination was too close to stop.

"He better not show up in front of me," she said as she rode towards the river. And as she predicted, Levi suddenly showed up surprising both Liora and Made.

"Get off the horse," he commanded as he dismounted his own horse. When Levi commands, you ought to listen, so she did. He was glaring at her for her recklessness.

"You are getting fast, Captain" she grinned walking towards him. It is surely scary as hell to walk casually after committing a mistake in front of Levi.

"Tsk, This is the second time"

"I know, I'm sorry." she tried to control her smile, trying to look guilty : a Pathetic attempt.

"You don't look sorry"

"How about a "It's okay, Your Highness" ?" she walked around him, trying to ease the tension.

"It appears that you're interested in adding an extra two hours of combat training."

"NO please anything but that. I'm sorrryyyyyy okay? but shouldn't you be more polite towards me? I'm the princess!"

"I don't care, You are being anything but a princess. Now get your ass moving, you have created a mess in the palace. I had to leave my work to find you."

"Aww what work are you talking about? cleaning..hah"

"I get one day off and you ruin it. You did on purpose, didn't you?"

"Mmmm ~ maybe ?"she giggled, climbing her horse.

He sighed, then mounted his horse. Despite his fatigue, his gaze softened as he looked at her.

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A Scene Popped Into My Head But Instead Of Writing A Whole AU I’m Just Going To Write That One Scene <3

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—> Today’s Feature: Knight Levi!

—> a/n: i feel kinda sick?? like if i had a fever by morning i wouldn't be surprised. but it's amazing what listening to a whole new world on repeat can do for you.

Everyone looks so beautiful. You've noticed it all night. There isn't a single person that you don't take a second glance at. Of course, you're expected to chatter with everyone, to create goodwill and the like. Bright lights and swishy gowns make the whole business less tedious than it appears.

Once you've greeted every duke, duchess, count, marquis and everyone in between, your father finally gives you permission to dance. Eagerly, you step into the fray, only to feel incredibly small.

There's no one here you want to dance with. They're all gorgeous in their own right, but...

Your eyes flick to the entrance of the ballroom, where a stoic man stands apart from the rest. In the royal guards' uniform, he looks a lot less like the rogue he appears to be in his everyday clothing. Dare you say it, Levi looks almost proper, and you think he'd give you the cold shoulder for a whole week if you ever told him such a thing.

No matter what he wears, though, he's easily the most breathtaking person in the room.

You know that all eyes are discreetly on you as you make your way to him, including his. Assuring your safety is one of the most important things he's supposed to do tonight, after all.

The two of you have a deal of sorts. You shape up and become queen, and then you appoint him as head of the royal guards. Levi insists he wouldn't do a good job, but you beg to differ. You couldn't think of anyone better suited for the role.

And so you both set out to achieve your respective goals. To put your all into it. And everything's going well, except for that little pesky problem of your heart beating faster every time you see him. Him, a maid's son. Him, rude and brash and blunt. Him, your closest friend. Him, who you could never be with.

Just one night. One night to indulge.

"Levi." You smile warmly once you reach him, fingers itching with the urge to brush over his shoulders, tug him into a kiss, or just play with his impossibly soft hair. These thoughts are so improper, but you can't help it, not when he's the most handsome young man you've ever met. "Would you do me the honor of a dance?"

"No." His answer is so quick it makes you pout.

"Please? Just one dance between friends."

Levi tsks, brushing a speck of dust from your sleeve. The way he touches you so easily sends a storm of butterflies down your stomach. Before he can pull his hand back, you take it, squeezing his rough palm against your own.

Knowing that everyone is watching him, he kneels down and kisses the back of your hand, as is customary. The storm becomes a typhoon. No one else's mandatory gestures put you in such a state of disarray.

"And if your father is displeased?" Of course that's what he's worried about. As if the king will notice one dance among several others that he'll undoubtedly push you into.

"He will not be." Your eyes twinkle. "And if he locks you up, I shall pardon you once I become queen."

"How reassuring," he murmurs dryly, but Levi has never denied any of your requests for too long. So he doesn't relinquish his hold of your hand, and instead leads you to the center of the room, letting the crowd part from the crown princess.

There are several steps to this dance. It's rather complicated. But one couldn't tell that from how gracefully Levi moves with you, matching your every step like the two of you are extensions of one another. The only variation he adds to the steps is a second kiss, to your temple this time, the second you're close enough. It's so fast and so light that no one realizes what happened except for you.

Levi makes this, as he does everything else, look easy.

Of course he does. He is, after all, the one who practiced the dance with you for hours.

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No Regrets

Fantasy AU!Levi Ackerman X Fem!Reader

Part Two - No More 

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Part Four - No Death 

A/N: Forgive me, I wrote this within four hours and have not edited it so it’s probably not-too great. Read it. - Nemo

Summary: After a meeting with Zeke, Levi confronts his Queen. There he finds out that she is in a lot worse shape than she wants to admit. He takes her health into his own hands. 

Warnings: Blood. Injuries. Many, many broken things. Death threats. Again my bad poetry. 

Listening to: ‘I’LL SHOW YOU’ by K/DA (slowed) - ‘That was the battle but this is the war.’

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‘Blood turns to sweat, use it to repay your debt;’

He did knock. He did. The lack of an answer was what made him open the door without permission. In hindsight, he probably should have waited. 

He shut the door immediately, narrowly avoiding your anger - displayed by the smashing of glass - and watched the dark amber liquid seep under the doorframe. In the dark of night, under the candlelight, the alcohol looked as dark as the blood your hands had spilled. 

After waiting a few more moments, he opened the door again, hearing the glass scrape under the door, and crunch under his feet as he stepped into your room. 

As his eyes adjusted, he took in the messed bed, sheets, duvets and pillows alike thrown aside and ripped to feathery shreds. The giant mirror and divider in the corner were both smashed to pieces, reflective glass shards littering the floor, and the paper punched through. Candlewax was left to harden, the walls had their fair share of the damage too. Among it all was you, facing away from him with a crystal glass cracking under your fingers - a threat to remind him that the bottle wasn’t the only projectile you had on hand. 

Aside from the bright glowing runes on your sword - which was laying discarded against the far wall - and the red light of yours eyes reflecting back at him from the window it was completely dark. 

There was one other light source in the room, however - coming from the original cut Zeke gave you. 

What he had last seen as a so-so injury, was now something that would’ve had anyone else passed out. It was glowing, cracking and flaking at the edges, and deeper than he’d ever seen a cut like that be before. And it had grown. 

The corruption of your sword had taken ahold of you, both hands wrung around your neck and it was not letting go. With every beat of your heart, the cut pulsed light, drawing his attention to how far up your neck it had gone. Nay, not your neck - your face. It drew an ugly red path up your jaw, cheek, and straight through your eye up to your hairline. He didn’t dare think how far down it went, instead only noting how you held at your side - just under your ribcage. 

“Go away.” your voice came out rough, sounding as corrupted as you looked. 

“You need help.” 

“Leave!” You yelled, turning and throwing your glass right at him. He lifted his arm, shielding himself with the guard on his arm. His eyes never left you though, now with a clear view of the damage Zeke inevitably caused. 

In short - it was very, very bad. You were weeping, and he couldn’t tell if it was blood or your actual tears. 

“Do not tell me what you think you know, Little Captain,” you said, “Because I already know it and I will not be told again by the likes of you.” As you spoke more blood seeped out of your injury, leaving your nightshirt to deal with another cascade, making it stick to your skin even more. 

“You need to calm down!”

“I am calm!” The hand on your ‘good’ side whipped around and grabbed him firmly on the throat, pushing him until his back hit a post of your bed. “Your ruling monarch is dying, you should be the one to be told to calm down, yet here you are as serine as a meadow brook.” You were holding him nose-to-nose with yourself, looking down at him with one eye brighter and redder than the other. Despite your shallow breath, chest heavy, and the look of pure murder in your eyes, your hold on his neck wasn’t making him fear for his life. 

He could see in your eyes that he was the last person whose death was what you wanted. You were biting at him, snarling like a dog trapped in a corner with nowhere else to go - and he was daring to bite back at you.

“You were hardly this feeling when you killed our old king.”

“He was nothing but a puppet for Zeke. I’m surprised you hadn’t figured that out yourself.” you spat, “He was destined to ruin this land, and so help the gods you would have sat back and watched.” 

You looked at him for a long while, waiting for his reply, or maybe for your body to pull away. Who was he to tell? However you surely were not the criminal you first were thought to be. Quickly looking back he could see those signs. The things old king Friz did with and for Zeke. Things that he could not see you doing. 

“Let me help you.” 

“I do not need your help.”

“You’re dying!” 

“And if I do then you and many others will rejoice in it!” you said, your fingers flexing against him in anger. “But until then I’ll bide my time. The closer to death I am the more powerful I become.” 

You looked at him, eyes narrowed, and teeth stained red with your own blood.

“Zeke will not be able to stop me if I can hold onto this for long enough.” 

“You won’t be able to do it. I know you won’t.” He said, and then spoke again - quick enough to cut off another of your stubborn remarks. “Your hands are shaking. You can’t look yourself in the mirror anymore - how long do you think that will last before you kill yourself instead of Zeke? Do you really think you’re strong enough to do all that on your own?”

You stepped back, now only resting your hand on his throat.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked. 

Before he could answer you broke into coughs. Wet and nasty ones. You doubled-over, turning away and kneeling on the floor as you pawed at your chest, staining your fingers with the blood on your shirt. 

Levi decided then and there. He would make sure you lived. 

He took his sword from his side, and joined you on the floor. You immediately recoiled at the white light, weakly pushing his shoulder away with the hand that wasn’t at your chest. Instead he took your hand, wrapping your fingers around the hilt, and the sword glowed even brighter. 

Streams like white wisps came from the blade, and Levi had to hold you into his chest to keep you still so they could reach you. They entered your mouth like smoke, and almost as soon as they did your coughing stopped. Followed by your breathing. Then the tears stopped. 

And then, there in his arms, on your floor, surrounded by broken glass, you were lulled into a sleep. 

If someone told Levi he would be watching over you as you slept, he would never have believed them. Not three years ago, not two, and definitely not a few months ago. 

But here you were, laying among fresh sheets, with your fingertips grazing his sword. You were healing and he was making sure you were getting that rest. 

Most of the time he was, anyway - the mess you made in your room could not be ignored, not by him. 

It was after breakfast by the time you woke up, bleary eyed and groaning. You turned over away from him, no longer touching your once source of healing, and rubbed your ‘bad’ eye. Sitting up, you turned back to face him. 

You said nothing.

Shifting again to pull yourself out of bed from the other side. He watched you as you traced along where your injury used to be, fingers only reaching a long scar from your chin that reached under your shirt collar. 

He thought about making a comment about your eye, but snappy comments never got either of you anywhere. Both of you had learnt that after last night. 

“I will kill Zeke.” you said. He shivered. 

You’d never once sounded as soft and caring as you just did - even with such threatening words. He was very unsure how the tone made him feel.

“I will release the iron and unyielding grip he has on his land. His resources. His people. I’ll set them free.” You faced him again, and he was shocked at how human you looked in that moment. 

Levi knew Zeke was a bad man. His hunches and intuition had never once failed him when it came to telling what kind of person someone was. Zeke was one of the few people who left a bad taste in his mouth. He’d never trust Zeke.

You were asking him to trust you. To side with you. To make a choice he would never regret. But you also left a bad taste in his mouth. Unlike with Zeke, however, he was slowly getting addicted. Like the way a bubbling drink would sting your nose before you drank it - he was coming to enjoy the evil that soaked through all your good intentions. 

Looking into your eyes, now more (e/c) than red, those human eyes, he fell then and there. 

You were not just his Queen. 

You were not just someone to obey. 

You were not just a murderer. 

Looking into your eyes, he knew he would do whatever you asked him to - no matter what it was. 

“Will you help me?” 

“Yes.” 

‘Make the golden threat, choose the path you won't regret.’

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fyi, all y’all ‘No Feelin’’ fans are gonna get fed soon

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Hey everyone, this shall be my first official post in this account. Catch me sharing impromptu art pieces such as this ✨Knight!Levi✨ all the time.