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hiiii bestie i absolutely love your work!!!! i have a request for a levi smut where it is the canon universe but omegaverse addedđ. so basically they need alpha levi to make for ackerman and they give him and omega but theyâre actually fated mates!!đ¤Šđ¤Šlmk what you think and put your twist on it!
Bound to the strongest
Levi x fem reader
Alpha Levi and Omega reader, fated mates. Smut with some lore and plot.
Read more added as I realised it's very long when the smut starts.
The Captainâs office in the Scout Regiment headquarters was thick with tension. Levi paced in his heavy leather boots, clicking against the floor. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, his jaw clenched so hard a vein throbbed in his temple.
His Alpha scent, usually a controlled, crisp blend of expensive black tea and sharp cedarwood, was currently bitter and burning with an aggressive, defensive edge.
"I said no, Erwin," Levi snarled, stopping in front of the massive oak desk where the Commander sat quietly reviewing papers. "I don't care what the corrupt pigs in the military district decreed. I am a soldier, not a breeding stud. I'm not playing their games."
The high command had officially ordered that humanityâs strongest weapon be assigned a registered Omega. But they weren't just trying to keep him stable; they were desperate for an Ackerman heir. They wanted to secure his lethal, bloodline-awakened genetics for the future of the walls before he could be lost on an expedition.
To Levi, the entire concept turned his stomach. He remembered the underground. He remembered his mother, Kuchel, and how she had been used, degraded, and discarded by dominant Alphas who viewed her as nothing but a commodity. Levi had vowed he would live in peace. He would never exploit an Omega, and he sure as hell wasn't going to share his home with someone he didn't know or care about just to provide the military with a biological weapon.
Erwin set his pen down, his blue eyes calm and understanding as he looked up at his spiralling Captain.
"I understand your feelings, Levi. Better than anyone," Erwin said softly, his voice steady, grounding. "And if I could have fought the council on this, I would have. But the mandate for an heir is set. What I could do, however, was ensure the choice of your partner was mine. I ask that you just give the Omega a chance."
Levi let out a dark, mocking click of his tongue. "Tch. You think a pretty face is going to change my mind?"
"I don't know what you prefer looks-wise, Levi, but I think she is lovely," Erwin countered gently, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips. "She isn't like the spoiled Omegas of the interior. She's a nurse from the medical corps. Sheâs incredibly kind, caring, and sweet-natured, but she works harder than anyone I've seen. Sheâs gentle, Levi. I chose her because I know she fits you."
Levi looked away, staring out the window at the muddy courtyard, his chest heaving. Before he could voice another objection, a soft, tentative knock echoed against the heavy wooden door.
Erwin stood up. "That will be her. Be civil, Levi."
Erwin walked over and opened the door. You stood in the hallway, your hands nervously twisting the hem of your standard scout jacket. You were breathing softly, your wide, anxious eyes looking up at the massive Commander before shifting into the dim room.
The absolute second you stepped over the threshold, the world completely stopped.
A shockwave of pure biological energy slammed into the room. It felt like a physical bolt of lightning had struck Leviâs spine. His Alpha scent didn't just flare; it exploded.
Your Omega scent, a devastatingly intoxicating blend of sweet vanilla and wild winter berries, flooded the office. It didn't just smell good; it called out to Leviâs soul. It was a perfect, ancient biological lock-and-key. The Fated Mate bond, a phenomenon so rare it was spoken of only in myths.
Leviâs silver eyes turned instantly pitch-black, his pupils blown out with a primal, feral hunger. His Alpha instincts roared to life, demanding he claim, protect, and consume the woman who had just walked through his door.
You let out a small, breathless gasp, your knees buckling slightly as his heavy, thick cedarwood scent crashed over you. Your Omega core wept instantly, your body recognising him as your ultimate, fated protector.
Erwin stepped backwards, but he didn't leave the office just yet. As a Commander who calculated every variable, he recognised the sheer gravity of the shift in the room. The air was thick enough to choke a normal man, vibrating with the raw, heavy frequency of two fated souls locking together.
With practised calmness, Erwin stepped past a completely frozen, wide-eyed Levi and walked over to the desk. He pulled a set of official military documents from his leather portfolio, setting them down precisely on the dark wood.
"Step inside, please," Erwin said gently, his blue eyes warm as he guided your trembling form toward the desk, keeping himself positioned as a neutral shield between your anxious energy and Levi's overwhelming aura.
You walked forward on unstable legs, your bare hands twisting the fabric of your uniform. Leviâs eyes followed your every step, his jaw tight, his chest heaving as his cedarwood and black tea scent continued to roll over you in suffocating waves.
"Your safety and well-being are my absolute priority," Erwin began, his voice low and grounding as he looked down at you. "Before anything is signed, you must understand the reality of this arrangement. Levi is an Alpha, but because of his awakened Ackerman bloodline, his instincts, his strength, and his possessiveness are vastly more powerful than any standard Alpha within the walls. He is lethal."
You swallowed hard, looking from Erwin to the dark-haired Captain standing a few feet away.
"Your role here is to be his partner, to provide a stable anchor for his instincts, and eventually, to carry the Ackerman line," Erwin explained thoroughly. "But you are not a prisoner. If you need anything at all, any emotional support, specialised medical care from the corps, or if you simply feel overwhelmed, you come directly to me. I will personally ensure you are supplied with everything you need."
A low, menacing rumble vibrated from deep within Leviâs chest.
"Tch. Shut your damn mouth, Erwin," Levi snapped, his voice dropping into a dangerous register. He took a predatory step forward, his silver eyes flashing with a possessive fury. The raw Ackerman dominance bled through his words. "You think I need you to protect whatâs mine? I would never hurt her. She is my priority now. If anyone touches a single hair on her head, including the military council, Iâll tear them apart myself."
The intensity of his vow sent a shiver straight down your spine. Levi closed the remaining distance between you, his intense, dark gaze locked onto yours. Slowly, deliberately, he reached out his large, calloused hand, his long fingers lightly brushing against the back of your trembling hand.
The moment his skin met yours, a jolt of pure, blinding electricity shot through your body.
You let out a sharp, breathless gasp, your entire frame flinching as a sudden, devastating fire bloomed in your lower stomach. The fated bond violently reacted to the physical contact, your Omega core instantly opening up, sending you rushing straight into a sudden, slick heat just from the phantom weight of his touch. The scent of vanilla and wild winter berries in the room turned agonisingly sweet, dripping with invitation.
"I-I will do my best," you stammered, your voice trembling as you tried to find your breath amidst the sudden, overwhelming warmth pulsing between your thighs. "I'll communicate... everything. I promise."
Erwin nodded slowly, a look of satisfaction passing over his features as he slid the document and a fountain pen toward you. "Sign here to legalise the bond under the Scout Regiment's protection. Promise to be open, gentle, and caring with one another."
With shaking fingers, you signed your name, officially binding your soul to the strongest soldier in the walls.
Erwin took the paper, tapping it neatly against the desk. He looked up, noticing that Levi hadn't broken eye contact with you for a single fraction of a second. The Captain was completely consumed, staring at your flushed face and the dark, dazed look in your eyes with an unshakeable, obsessive hunger.
A knowing, subtle smile tugged at Erwin's lips as he gathered his portfolio. "Well, seeing as the paperwork is handled... I suggest you two go on a date. Take some time together, get out of the headquarters, or simply get acquainted in private. The Captain's schedule is completely cleared for the next week."
With a respectful nod, Erwin turned and walked out of the office, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind him, leaving you entirely at the mercy of your fated Alpha.
The air in the office grew twice as thick, heavy with the suffocating weight of Levi's dark, possessive desires. You could feel the sheer magnetism of his Alpha aura pulling at your soul, demanding you submit, demanding you let go.
Panic and pleasure warred in your chest. You tried everything to hold back your soaring Omega desires, your fingers curling into tight fists. You forced your eyes up, only to find Levi watching you with a terrifying, unblinking intensity. He was already moving, his lean, muscular frame slowly invading your personal space. You could practically feel the heat radiating off him, and you knew that he wanted to invade your space completely.
You gulped hard, your throat tight, and stammered out the first thought that came to your dazed mind. "I-Is this your o-office?"
Levi didn't speak. He simply nodded, his sharp silver eyes locking onto your trembling lips as he took another slow, predatory step closer.
Your heart hammered against your ribs. You stumbled back from him. "It's nice," you whispered, trying to fill the heavy silence as you kept backing up, the solid wall getting closer and closer. "It's clean. It's cosy."
Suddenly, your shoulder blades hit the wall. Your back was flat against the wall, there was nowhere else to run, and Levi just kept coming until his shadow completely swallowed you. Shaking, you managed to mumble your name. "It's... It's nice to meet you, Levi."
A low, dark shadow of a smirk passed over his lips. Levi reached out, leaning his heavy forearm against the wall right beside your head, trapping you entirely between his body and the wall. His other hand, large, warm, and tatted, slid down, his fingers running up the sensitive outside of your thigh. He gripped you securely, lifting your leg to wrap around his hip, and ruthlessly pressed his heavy pelvis flush against yours.
Then, he leaned into your ear and let out a deep, possessive Alpha purr, growling your name against your skin.
That was the absolute last straw. Hearing your name tumble from his lips in that rumbling vibration completely broke you. Your internal walls gave out, and your heat flooded you in a sudden, soaking wave of vanilla and berries.
"Absolute pleasure to meet you," Levi murmured, his gravelly voice thick with hunger.
He leaned in, kissing you lightly at first. It was a soft, testing press of his lips, a gentle exploration to gauge the fated connection, but the moment your mouths fused, a spark of pure electricity ignited between you. The taste of you sent Levi's own rut into absolute overdrive. He smelled the sudden, agonisingly sweet spike of your heat, heard the tiny, needy whimper that escaped your throat, and his control snapped. You were clinging to his shoulders now, your body practically weeping for him, needing your fated mate to claim you before you fell apart completely.
Levi groaned, his kiss turning rough, desperate, and fiercely possessive. His tongue slipped past your lips, deep and demanding, claiming your mouth while his hips ground ruthlessly against yours, pinning your aching centre against the rigid hardness of his trousers.
With shaky hands, you pulled at his clothes, your fingers clumsy as you started unbuttoning his uniform shirt. You pulled your mouth away from his, gasping for air, which only caused Levi to drop his head, burying his face in your neck. He kissed and bit his way down your throat, his sharp teeth scraping over your sensitive skin until he got dangerously close to your scent gland, your bonding spot.
"Levi... my Alpha... my mate, please," you moaned, your head falling back against the wall as your fingers tangled in his dark hair, pulling him closer.
Levi didn't hesitate. With a feral, deep growl, he bit down on your bonding mark. His sharp canines pierced the skin, clamping hard, and the intoxicating rush of the mating connection locked your souls together for life. A heavy wave of pure euphoria washed through you.
Levi pulled back, his chest heaving as his eyes burned pitch-black. Without a word, his hands ripped into your uniform, tearing the scout jacket, your shirt, and his own clothes to absolute pieces, throwing the scraps carelessly to the floor.
He let out a growl against your lips. "Mate. My Mate. Mark me."
You looked at his own unmarked neck, his collarbone broad and muscular. Shyly, weakly, your Omega instincts guiding your movements, you leaned forward and bit down onto his bonding mark. Levi growled in pure delight at being claimed by you, his heavy arms tightening around you.
You pulled back, your face flushed as you whispered shyly, "Mine... my mate."
"Tch. Damn right," Levi muttered. In one swift, impatient movement, he ripped his boxers off and tore your panties and bra away, leaving the two of you completely naked in the warm light of the office.
Levi stepped back just an inch, his dark gaze raking over your naked body. You were so soft, so beautifully curved, and completely flushed with a heat that was meant only for him. "I need you, mate," he rasped, his voice raw. "I need to mate with you, knot you, breed you."
Your eyes instinctively drifted down, and your breath caught in your throat.
His cock was thick, massive, and throbbing with a lazy, heavy urgency, the unmistakable, intimidating size of an awakened Ackerman Alpha. Your heart raced, a sudden wave of heat rushing to your cheeks. It was breathtakingly beautiful, but it was far bigger than you had ever expected. Even though you knew your bodies were fated and that he was made to fit you perfectly, the sheer size of him made you squeeze your thighs together slightly in a sudden bout of shyness. You knew that when he finally came inside you, his Alpha knot was going to swell even larger, locking you to him.
Levi noticed your sudden hesitation. He reached up, his thumb and forefinger gently catching your chin, lifting your head so you had to meet his gaze. His silver eyes were no longer feral; they were melting with a protective adoration.
He leaned down, peppering your face, your cheeks, and your eyelids with soft, sweet kisses.
"Hey. Look at me, brat," Levi murmured, his gravelly voice incredibly gentle as his large hand stroked your hip, soothing your anxiety. "I promise I'm going to be gentle. I'm going to care for you, and I am not going to hurt you. This mating... it isn't about me. It's all about you. I want you to cum over and over until you feel nothing but pleasure. Trust your mate."
You looked into his eyes, seeing the fierce, unconditional love of humanity's strongest Alpha, and your thighs slowly parted for him, your heart completely at peace.
The smirk that pulled at Leviâs lips was sharp, but his silver eyes were completely warm, dark with an ancient, possessive satisfaction as he watched your thighs slowly yield to him. He leaned down, his hot breath brushing against your ear as he let out a deep, rumbling purr.
"Good girl."
Hearing the heavy Alpha praise made a violent shiver rip straight down your spine. The intimacy of it was overwhelming, causing you to shyly turn your head away, a soft, breathless "Mm" escaping your throat as your cheeks burned.
Levi let out a chuckle. With effortless Ackerman strength, he hooked his large hands under your thighs and lifted you high against the wall. The broad, throbbing tip of his cock aligned perfectly with your slick, weeping entrance, the friction alone making your toes curl. He didn't rush. Instead, he leaned forward, his wet tongue lazily licking and swirling against your aching, sensitive nipples, pulling the tight buds into his mouth.
As he tasted you, Levi slowly, deliberately lowered your weight down onto his thick shaft.
A loud gasp tore from your lips. Each slow, heavy inch of him stretched your walls to their absolute limit, filling the aching void inside you so completely that the fire of your heat burned white-hot. But just as he had promised, there was no pain. Your bodies were ancient cosmic locks, perfectly designed for one another, and as you sank all the way, your internal muscles instinctively clamped around him in a tight, soaking embrace. You were in pure heaven, your inner Omega howling in absolute, primal delight.
Levi dragged his tongue up your throat, swallowing your breathless cries as you finally took all of him. The feeling of your incredibly hot, tight, and dripping wet pussy walls wrapping around his length like a vice was driving the Captain completely insane. When his cock was fully inside you, the broad tip pressing firmly against your cervix, ready to claim it, to fill it with his seed and create his heir, his pelvis ground ruthlessly against your swollen pussy lips.
Leviâs control snapped entirely.
His large hands gripped your waist and hip with a bruising, desperate intensity, locking you in place as he began to pound up into you with a fierce, unrelenting pace.
You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, your legs locking around his waist as you dragged your nails hard across the hard, scarred muscles of his bare back. You moaned and howled in pure pleasure, the heavy smack of his hips against yours echoing loudly in the quiet office. Levi was giving you everything you had ever wanted and needed, his deep, driving thrusts hitting your G-spot with every single rise of his hips.
Levi was in a state of blissful, feral heaven. The lonely, brutal world he had grown up in vanished. He was finally one with his fated mate, breeding you, deepening the life-long bond, and cementing your souls together forever in the quiet sanctuary of his hearth.
The intensity of the pleasure became too much to bear, and you completely caved in on Levi. Your strength faded, and you hid your face in the warm crook of his neck, your hot, rapid breath puffing directly against the fresh bonding mark you had just given him.
The moment Levi felt your lips panting right on the wound that connected your souls, a tremor ran through his muscular body. His grip on your hips tightened to a bruising hold. A desperate whine, like a wolf begging its mate for total surrender, tore from his throat. He nudged his neck against your mouth, silently asking you to bite him again, to claim him harder while he possessed you.
Answering his primal call, you weakly opened your mouth and bit down on his mark just the way he wanted, tasting the metallic hint of his blood on your tongue.
Levi let out a triumphant growl. The second bite drove his instincts over the edge, and he began pounding into you so incredibly fast that your mind completely emptied. You couldn't think; you couldn't comprehend a single thing. The obscene, wet noises of his thick cock slamming ruthlessly into your soaking wet, swollen pussy, which was aching and weeping to be bred by its fated mate, soon faded into the background. All you were, in that moment, was a helpless ball of pure, blinding pleasure.
Your eyes rolled back before you finally closed them tightly. Dragging your lips away from his neck, you moaned directly against Leviâs ear. The broken, needy sounds getting louder and higher in pitch until your body finally crashed, hard.
You cried out, a shattered wail echoing off the walls as your legs shook violently, your internal muscles clamping down on his length as you came harder than you ever had in your entire life. The rhythmic, crushing throbs of your release pulsed tightly around his shaft, feeding your inner Omega's desperate hunger to be filled.
Even through his own blinding haze of desire, Levi immediately stilled his hips, his protective instincts overriding his urge to keep driving. He needed to check on his girl.
"Mate?" he rasped, his voice thick with concern.
You could only shiver helplessly in his arms, the aftershocks of the orgasm completely controlling your nerves and paralysing your limbs. "Y-Yes," you breathed.
"Shall I stop?" he asked. He looked at your undone face, ensuring he hadn't overwhelmed you.
You frantically shook your head, your fingers clutching his shoulders. "N-no, mate me. I n-need the knot... I need your seed." You pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes with a needy, utterly desperate whimper. "Please."
Hearing your submission, Leviâs jaw clenched. He held you tightly against his chest, refusing to let a single inch of his cock slip out of your soaking warmth, and carried you over to his massive oak desk. He carefully laid you down onto the smooth wood. Your back instinctively arched in pure pleasure as his thick shaft shifted deep inside your womb from the movement of your body.
Levi hovered over you, his chest heaving as he looked down at you splayed out on his desk, your hair messy, your skin flushed, and your thighs wide open for him. You looked like the most perfect, beautiful meal.
He ran his large hand down the curve of your stomach, his fingers trailing down your soft skin as he began bucking into you all over again. His pace was slower now, deeper.
"I have such a perfect mate," Levi growled, a dark, possessive purr vibrating in his chest as he buried his full length into you, hitting your sensitive cervix with a heavy, deliberate thud. "Look at how beautifully you take me. Look at how tight you are for your Alpha."
You let out a broken cry, your hands reaching up to grip the edges of the desk as he ground his pelvis hard against your pussy lips.
"You're mine," Levi murmured fiercely, leaning down so his mouth was just an inch from yours, his hot breath mingling with your groans. He gripped one of your thighs, pinning it flat against the desk to open you up even wider, exposing your slick, twitching centre to his relentless gaze. "Every single inch of this beautiful body belongs to me. Nobody else gets to see you like this. Nobody else gets to hear these noises you make for me. Just me."
He pulled back, his eyes locked on the place where your bodies joined. Watching himself slide smoothly in and out of your soaking folds was driving him crazy, but he intentionally held back his own release, determined to worship you until you were entirely spent. He bucked his hips again, a long, rolling thrust that made your stomach flutter.
"Good girl, keep taking it all," he praised, his voice a spell that made your Omega core ache with love. "You're doing so well for me, sweetheart. Let your Alpha take care of you. Let me breed you."
He leaned down to capture your mouth in a deep, slow, and possessive kiss, his tongue mimicking the heavy friction of his hips as he continued to make slow, passionate love to you on the desk, marking your soul just as deeply as he had marked your skin.
The slow, devastating movement of Leviâs hips was a beautifully calculated torture. Every deep, rolling thrust drove you closer and closer to the edge all over again. The friction of his thick Ackerman shaft rubbing against your highly sensitive, swollen walls was too intense, forcing your body to tighten frantically around him as the pressure built into a roaring crescendo.
"Leviâah! I'm going to... I'm coming again!" you cried out, your fingers desperately clawing at the desk beneath you.
The moment Levi felt your inner walls begin to twitch and clamp down on him, he stopped his thrusts. With a groan of sheer willpower, he pulled his length nearly all the way out of you, leaving only the broad, throbbing tip teasing your entrance. He braced his large hands on either side of your hips, leaning back just enough to watch you come undone right below him.
A loud, shattered sob tore from your throat as your body climaxed without his movement. Your back arched completely off the desk, your chest heaving as the intense waves of your second orgasm ripped through your nerves. Your hot Omega slick came pouring out of you, dripping down his thick shaft and coating his knuckles. Your thighs shook uncontrollably, your toes curling as you practically vibrated from the sheer force of the pleasure.
Levi looked down at you, a wave of pure satisfaction washing over his sharp features. A dark, possessive smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his silver eyes completely blown out as he took in the sight.
You looked absolutely breathtaking. Your hair was wildly fanned out across his desk, your cheeks were flushed, and your chest was rising and falling in ragged gasps. Your thighs were completely trembling and wide open, entirely vulnerable and beautifully ruined just for him.
He let out a deep, rumbling Alpha purr that vibrated the very wood beneath you. He reached down with one hand, his calloused fingers gently stroking the inside of your shaking thigh, leaning over you to press a soft, adoring kiss to your sweat-slicked forehead.
"Look at you," Levi growled softly, his voice thick with adoration. "So beautiful. Look at how pretty my mate looks when she cums for me. My perfect little Omega."
Levi looked down at your beautifully ruined form, his chest heaving as the sweet, heavy scent of your second release filled every corner of the office. The primal pull was too strong now. The desk was fine for a quick, desperate claim, but his Alpha instincts were screaming at him to properly nest with his mate, to take you to a place of total comfort where he could lock you down completely.
With an effortless lift, Levi scooped you up into his arms, keeping your bare legs wrapped securely around his waist. He didn't let his cock slip from your soaking warmth for even a second, carrying you across the room to the small, cosy cot nestled in the corner of his office.
He lay you down onto the soft, clean sheets, immediately hovering over you and pinning your hands above your head. His silver eyes were completely dark, the last remnants of his civilised composure burning away into feral dominance.
"This is it, brat," Levi rasped, his voice dropping into a deep, dirty, and possessive register that made your core instantly throb. "I'm locking you to me now. Iâm going to knot you so deep you won't remember your own damn name."
You let out a needy, breathless whimper, your back arching off the mattress as he re-aligned his thick, heavy shaft.
Without an ounce of hesitation, Levi began to ravage you. He drove into you with a fierce, unrelenting speed, his hips slamming ruthlessly against yours. The dirty words poured from his lips against your neck. "You're getting completely filled with my seed, you hear me? I'm going to stretch you out, lock my knot inside your pretty little pussy, and keep you pinned under me until I know you're carrying my heir. You're mine to breed, sweetheart. Just mine."
The sheer, dirty intensity of his mating talk drove your Omega mind into an absolute frenzy. You dragged your nails across his chest, howling in pure pleasure as the bedpost rattled against the wall. Every heavy thrust was a brutal, perfect claim.
As he continued to make deep, worshipful love to you, the base of his cock began to throb. You gasped, your eyes widening as you felt a sudden, massive fullness stretching your entrance, his Alpha knot was rapidly swelling to its true, intimidating size.
"Leviâit's too bigâah!" you screamed, your internal walls desperately trying to accommodate the massive growth.
"Take it all for your Alpha," Levi growled, his jaw clenching as he used his full weight to push the thick, swollen ball of his knot completely inside your tight, soaking core.
The incredible, overwhelming sensation of his massive knot passing your threshold and locking himself inside you was the absolute breaking point. A blinding flash of white-hot pleasure shattered your vision, and you came harder than you ever had in your life, your internal muscles convulsing violently in massive, desperate clamps around his locked shaft.
Levi let out a shattered, primal growl as your tight release squeezed him. He couldn't move fully anymore, but he shifted what little he could, nudging his thick, pulsing knot deep inside your twitching walls to ensure every drop would hit its mark.
Finally, his control ruptured.
Levi leaned down and bit into your shoulder, his sharp teeth clamping hard to anchor himself as his hot Alpha seed began to explode deep inside your womb. He held you so close it felt like he wanted to pull you inside his own skin, his body rigid and shaking violently as he ejaculated in thick, heavy, endless pulses, filling you to the absolute brim while you both drifted into the blissful eternity of the fated mate bond.
As the thick, hot pulses of his seed continued to fill you to the absolute brim, Levi felt the fierce tension in his muscles finally begin to melt away. Locked tightly inside your soaking, twitching core by the massive swell of his knot, he knew he wasn't going anywhere for a while. The biological lock had you bound together on the mattress, perfectly trapped in the afterglow of your fated union.
The terrifying, ruthless Alpha weapon completely vanished.
Levi leaned his weight onto his forearms, keeping his chest pressed flush against your soft, bare breasts. He looked down at your dazed, beautiful face with eyes that were now soft and filled with love. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a series of slow, lazy, and deeply affectionate kisses, tasting the sweet vanilla of your breath.
"My mate... my perfect, beautiful mate," Levi mumbled against your lips, his voice dropping into a warm, sleepy purr.
He pulled back just an inch, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear of pure pleasure from your cheek. He looked into your eyes, his protective instincts turning incredibly sweet. "Hey. Look at me, sweetheart. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
You shivered slightly under his heavy frame, a soft, content smile spreading across your face. You reached up, tangling your fingers in his damp, dark hair to pull him down for another quick kiss. "I'm okay, Levi. I promise. You were perfect... my Alpha."
Hearing your reassurance instantly sent humanity's strongest soldier into full, cute puppy mode.
A soft, low purr of happiness rumbled in his throat. Levi buried his face right back into the crook of your neck, loudly nuzzling his nose against your scent gland, inhaling your vanilla and winter berry scent like it was his oxygen. He peppered your collarbone, your jaw, and your cheeks with a barrage of tiny, adoring kisses, his lips moving with a playful, needy urgency that made you let out a breathless giggle.
He slid his hands up from the mattress, taking your small, shaking hands into his. Levi laced his long fingers through yours, lifting your hands to his face to kiss your knuckles, casually inspecting your palms and playing with your fingers like a lazy, content wolf guarding his favourite treasure.
"You're so small," he murmured affectionately, a rare, boyish smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he squeezed your hands. "Small and soft. Perfect for me."
As you lay there, trapped beneath his heavy knot and in the warm duvet, Levi suddenly slid one of his hands down to the soft flare of your waist. His long fingers began to lightly, playfully drum against your sensitive ribs, a wicked, teasing glint returning to his eyes.
"Levi, waitâ" you gasped, instantly twisting your hips as the light friction sent a sudden burst of ticklish electricity through your nerves. You let out a bright laugh, trying to wiggle away from his fingers, but his knot kept you pinned perfectly in place. "Levi, stop, it tickles!"
"Tch. Let me love you, brat," Levi chuckled softly, his voice full of a beautiful warmth as he kept lightly tickling your sides, watching you squirm and laugh beneath him. He leaned down to press one final, deeply tender kiss right to the tip of your nose. "You're stuck with me now. Get used to it."
You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, burying your face in his chest as the two of you melted into the warm, scent-drenched peace of his office, completely whole.
Levi woke next to the slow, gradual awareness of warm softness against his skin. Dahlia's golden, fluffy curls against his cheek, her scent in his lungs...
His eyes opened blearily to pale morning light spilling softly through the open windows, the ocean beyond reduced to shifting silver-blue beneath the dawn.
For one disoriented moment, he simply lay there breathing her in. He let the memories of last night return, settle, and fill him. His confessions, their laughter, her stories, how they'd made love more than they'd slept... So reminiscent of their first night they'd ever spent together... And yet miles apart in difference and magnanimity.
Carefully, without disturbing her, he shifted just enough to glance toward the watch resting atop the bedside table.
6:00 a.m.
His jaw tightened faintly as he settled back against the feather-down mattress.Â
Dahlia remained fast asleep beside him, utterly comfortable where she'd tucked herself close against him sometime in the night. One arm draped loosely across his middle beneath the sheets. Her hair spilled wildly across the pillow in golden-copper tangles, soft in the morning light.
Levi's gaze traced over every familiar detail... The faint spray of freckles dusted across her nose and cheeks, counting them without realizing he was doing it. The soft sweep of pale lashes resting against her sleep-flushed cheeks.Â
The elegant line of her brow. The scar interrupting the natural arch of one of them... A small imperfection of hers he'd always found himself irrationally attached to. The story attached to it playing in his mind, of the time she'd fallen, slamming her face into the gravel as she was chasing her brother...
His fingertips twitched with the urge to trace it.
She looked peaceful and safe... The sight hollowed something inside his chest in the most unbearable way... Not wanting to wake her. Not wanting for this day to become reality...Â
But he also didn't want her to feel rushed, for her morning and farewells to her loved ones to become frantic and cut short...Â
He swallowed hard and made himself stay still. He could give her a little longer of comfortable rest... He could give himself that... Just a little longer to exist here beside her, feeling her silken skin against his own. The steady rise and fall of her chest... the slow thump, thump, thump of her heart...
To selfishly pretend the world outside this room didn't exist yet.
So he lay there in the growing dawn, one hand resting lightly over hers where it draped across him, and quietly loved her with every shattered, devoted piece of himself. His woman... The love of his life. His anamchara. And soon... he would have to let her go to walk her own path.
Eventually, Dahlia stirred on her own with a slow, sleepy shift and roll beneath the sheets. She stretched languidly beside him like a contented cat, one bare leg tangling briefly with his before she made the softest little sound and instinctively nuzzled her face into the center of his chest.
Levi's hand slid automatically into her tangled hair, fingers combing gently through the copper-gold mess as he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head.
"Mornin'..." he murmured, his voice rough and raspy.
Dahlia made a soft little hum against him.
"...Good morning." Her voice was all gravel and warmth and sleep, and Levi felt something in his chest go painfully soft.
After another moment, she tipped her face up, and their eyes met. Her lips curled into a gentle, sleepy smile, her eyes full of heartbreaking fond brightness.
"... Isn't it funny that there was a time when you didn't trust yourself to sleep next to me again?"
The words landed quietly between them.
Levi swallowed, and he slowly nodded.Â
The memory came back ugly and immediate of that night when he'd had his nightmare... his fucking birthday night. The night that he was convinced he was going to gather the guts to actually confess and tell her how much he loved her when they woke up...
But instead... he'd woken in blind terror with his hand pushing a blade to Dahlia's throat... He still felt the horror of realizing what he'd done. What he could've done.
That moment had become the catalyst for so much of what came after. His retreat... His fear and self-loathing.
For a moment neither of them spoke, just gazing at each other in the soft morning light.Â
Levi leaned in and brushed his lips against hers in a lingering, gentle kiss. When he pulled back, his voice came low and certain. "...I would never hurt you knowingly."
Dahlia's expression didn't even waver. "I know. I told you as much."
Levi's jaw tightened faintly. "...I know you did." He swallowed. "...I'm sorry-"
"Hush." She pinched his ribs near his waist, making him twitch. "No more apologies."
Levi stared at her. Dahlia narrowed her eyes. "If you give me one more sorry, I'm ticklin' you."
He deadpanned immediately. "Not ticklish."
Her expression became deeply offended. "Pig shite. Are so."
"No."
"Yes."
"Woman," Levi said flatly, "I think I would know if I-"
Dahlia's hand darted downward, quick as a light. Her fingers dug mischievously into the low V of his pelvis, just beneath his hip-
Levi froze hard. A short, undeniable squeaked yelp left his lips, and he jolted back. The sound was so immediate and undignified that both of them froze. For exactly one heartbeat. Dahlia's eyes went wide. Then absolutely lit the fuck up.
His face went murderous instantly. "Don't you fuckin' dare-"
"C'mere-"
"Dahlia-"
She lunged again. Levi twisted violently away, grabbing for her wrist while she dissolved into cackling laughter against his back as she strained to dig at his sensitive spot.
"I'm stronger than you, brat-!"
"Nuh uh! Gimme that hip-"
"Fuck off-!"
Dahlia wheezed and grinned at him, absolutely unaffected by his death glare over his shoulder.
He clicked his tongue. "I'm leaving."
"This is your room."
"...Shut up."
She absolutely lost it. And despite himself and everything looming over them? Levi laughed too, immediately twisting and launching at her to exact revenge. Grinning like an unrepentant demon as she immediately squealed for mercy.Â
* * *
Dahlia lay absolutely obliterated across the bed, spread out like a dried-up starfish. Her hair everywhere, her limbs splayed without an ounce of dignity left in her body. She wheezed dramatically, "...You kill me."
Levi, still catching his breath beside her, barely cracked an eye open. "Loud corpse you are."
She made an affronted noise and weakly whapped him. He snorted as she huffed and turned her head away in theatrical offense, lower lip jutting into a ridiculous pout as she stared toward the open window.
The sunlight had climbed noticeably higher now. The silver-blue softness of dawn steadily giving way to brighter gold spilling across the sea.
Reality crept back in with cruel inevitability...
Dahlia's expression shifted, the humor in her eyes softening.Â
"...Spose..." she murmured quietly... smaller. "...Spose it's about that time, eh?"
Levi's chest tightened immediately. The easy warmth of the morning seemed to drain straight out of the room. He let out a slow breath through his nose. He swallowed hard, nodded. "...Yea, beautiful." His low voice carried a soft heaviness.Â
Their eyes met... And there was that looming heartbreak they'd both been outrunning all night and into the morning.
Dahlia's eyes welled almost instantly. She sniffed hard and scrubbed a rough hand down her face before the tears could properly fall. He watched her with something aching and helpless in his chest.
She visibly forced herself into a playful pout instead. "...Can you go fetch my clothes for me?" she asked, her voice trying very hard for casual. "They're on my dresser in my room."
He understood exactly what she was doing... He let her have it.
Slowly, he nodded. "Yeah." Leaning over, he pressed a tender lingering kiss to her lips. "...Be right back."
Then he forced himself upright, his muscles protesting. Dahlia made a tiny smug sound at his slight struggle. Levi shot her a flat look. She grinned despite the tears threatening her eyes.
Damn... He loved her.
Quickly, he pulled on yesterday's clothes, tugging his shirt and trousers back into place before snagging her inn room key from the bedside table. After one final glance back at her sprawled in his bed, he slipped out the door.
Levi returned only a few minutes later with the small stack of clothes Dahlia had set aside for herself folded over one arm. He'd grabbed her toiletries so they could bathe together.Â
When he stepped back into the room, he immediately saw the redness lining her eyes, telling the tale of how she'd cried the moment he'd left...
His chest squeezed so sharply it almost stole his breath. She looked up at him from where she now sat upright in the bed, the sheets pooled loosely around her hips. Her golden curls were an absolute riot around her shoulders, wild and tangled from his hands, and tumbling against the sheets all night long...
And despite the ache in his chest, a small, fiercely possessive part of him took entirely unreasonable pride in the sheer state of it. Her smile when she looked at him was small and brave. And it absolutely wrecked him.
Levi set her things down and stepped to her side of the bed.Â
His hand rose to cup her cheek, thumb brushing lightly across warm skin and bent to kiss her in slow love. His mouth moving against hers with quiet devotion while his thumb gently brushed away the last stubborn traces of tears she'd tried so hard to hide from him.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested briefly against hers.
"...C'mon," he murmured softly, his voice rough around the ache in his chest. "Let's get cleaned up."
She sniffed softly and nodded. "...Okie."
He pressed one last kiss to her forehead before straightening and offering her his hand.
The shower was quiet save for the sound of water streaming down their bodies and hitting the tiled floor. Steam curled thickly through the small washroom, fogging the mirror and softening the edges of the world until it felt like they existed in some private little pocket outside of time.
Their hands brushed and kneaded at each other in tender intimate touch. A strange, heartachingly slow ritual in the narrowing hours before goodbye...
He stood behind her, carefully working shampoo suds through her riotous curls. His touch gentled as he massaged the back of her scalp, the nape of her neck. His thumbs pressed careful circles that gradually coaxed the tension from her shoulders.
She melted beneath his hands, a soft hum leaving her. His throat tightened at the simple familiarity and domestic act of it. Something they could have had together every day if he hadn't-
He halted his thoughts. There was no point cycling through the regret now. He just needed to be present with her. Bury these moments into his memory so deeply that he would never ever forget.
After rinsing, she turned toward him. The heat of her curling and radiating into his own beneath the streaming water. Her hands moved slowly over his chest, smoothing soap suds across hard muscle with intentional focus and devotion. Over his shoulders... Down his arms. Across scars she'd memorized long ago.
Levi watched her with a softness he couldn't hope to explain. She looked at him like she was trying to commit every inch of him to her soul. Their lips found each other in warmth and shared breaths.
"Love you," he murmured against her lips.
"And I you," she whispered back.
Their kiss deepened, their arms circling around each other. Their golden bond humming in iridescence. A mutual, wordless understanding.
One more time.
Complete trust and aching wholeness in their embrace, her thighs hoisted up and tight around his waist. His hold secure as he pressed her against the tile. Neither of them cared that their muscles strained in decadent soreness. That their skin still held the lingering sensitivity of a night spent loving each other so completely.
Dahlia's breathy sighs disappeared into Levi's mouth as he kissed her slowly, swallowing each soft sound while the water cascaded down their body. His lips wandered over damp skin in lingering affection, pressing warmth wherever they landed.
Her vanilla-lavender and his bright citrus mixed in the steam, wrapping around them so thoroughly he hoped it would soak straight into his bones. Letting him carry her with him always.
His lips pressed along the tender bruises and marks he'd left scattered across her skin as he filled her once more. Burying his length deep into her heat. Her involuntary shiver and whimper made his dark heart twist fiercely.
Her fingers traced across the answering marks she'd left on him. Down the scratches across his back, the bruises and bites at his shoulders and collar. Levi exhaled roughly at the shiver and zing crawling up his spine.
His low rasp brushed the shell of her ear. "Feel what you do to me?"
"Mmm yes..." Dahlia's answering sigh of pleasure and intimacy made his hips grind deeper, closer. Never wanting to forget what it felt like to complete her like this.Â
"I'll never fuckin' forget you..." Levi whispered, rocking with her in heated inevitability. His heart in his throat, his teeth at her clavicle. "You live in my bones... always."
"You're mine, Levi," She whimpered, soft and sweet for him. Her fingers digging into the muscles at the small of his back as they moved. "Love you so much..."
Their climaxes cresting within them in a gorgeous ache of soft ecstasy and belonging. Their chests heaving, their breaths shared. Their words of adoration and complete reverence existing only between them in the small space. Their eyes tracing every part of the other... vowing to carry every piece of these moments with them forever.Â
Eventually... it was time. They could not delay any longer...
The water shut off, and the steam slowly began to dissipate in the bathroom. And with it came the unavoidable reality that they needed to get moving.
Dahlia hummed softly under her breath as she pulled on a comfortable pair of pants that cinched high at her waist. Lacing up her tall trusty leather boots over them.
Levi had just tugged on fresh dark grey trousers from his duffle when he glanced over and watched as she pulled on a grey pullover. A very familiar grey pullover. She dragged it over her head without hesitation, the soft worn fabric swallowing her as the hem sat low over her hips, and the wide neckline slipped down on one of her shoulders, making his brain short-fire.
His eyes narrowed, clicking his tongue in a low tch. She quirked a brow at him in question.
"I'm never gettin' that back, am I?" Levi groused as he shouldered into a clean black button-up, adjusting his collar with a practiced flick.
"Nope." The p popped sharply off her lips.
Levi stared at her, slowly buttoning up his shirt. Dahlia, completely unbothered, returned to drying her hair and humming under her breath.Â
He rolled his eyes, fighting to keep the smirk from his lips. "Absolute brat..." His admonishment held zero heat. If anything, he was annoyed at how his blood seemed to always burn for her.
"Mm." She smoothed the front of the shirt in proud fondness. "It smells like you..."
Levi froze mid-motion as he pulled on his boots. His one silver and one blind, milky eye flicked back up to her, like he needed confirmation she'd just said that.
She gave him a gentle smile and returned to getting ready, not expanding further. And Levi... his chest felt so full, and aching, and... fuck, he didn't even know what to say back to that. So he settled on: "...fine."Â
To which she just chuckled, her fingers scrunching softly around her damp curls, working oils into the hair.
He left her to finish drying and taming her curls properly. Leaning in, he pressed a quick kiss to her temple. "I'll bring your bag downstairs."
Dahlia smiled at him through the mirror, fingers already halfway through the chaotic golden mass on her head. "...Thank you, handsome."
The soft endearment landed warm beneath his ribs. Levi clicked his tongue softly to hide the way his expression had softened, and his eyes had welled slightly against his will. His hand reached out and ruffled the damp hair at the top of her head.Â
"ACK- You little shite-" She reached back, aiming to whap him in the stomach.Â
But he'd already stepped back smoothly, dodging. He gave her a rare boyish smirk, chuckling roughly at her affronted expression in the mirror, and promptly stepped out of the room with her inn key in hand.
The quiet of the hallway felt a bit like whiplash after leaving the warm humor of the moment. He crossed to Dahlia's room and let himself inside with a soft huff. It was obviously untouched. The bed sat perfectly made, her bag sat beside the dresser still open from when he'd rummaged through it previously.Â
He packed her clothes from yesterday neatly into the duffle, added her toiletries, checked once to make sure nothing had been forgotten, then slung the bag over his shoulder.
The inn had begun its slow, sleepy awakening as he made his way downstairs. Low voices from the back kitchen and the faint clatter of dishes signaled the staff had begun breakfast prep.
He set Dahlia's duffle beside a corner table near the wall; his gaze dropped to his watch.
7:30.
...Alright. Still some time. He moved toward the innkeeper, exchanging a few brief words and arranging breakfast for everyone before the others inevitably began filtering downstairs. He ordered himself a black tea with extra lemon, and ordered a dark roast coffee with added cream.
When the drinks arrived, he carried them to the table and sat, watching the steam curling lazily from the mugs as the small dining area slowly brightened with the rising morning sun across the ocean water.
It didn't take much longer before Levi heard the soft rhythmic click of her boots descending the stairs. Dahlia stepped into view, her hair dry, luminous, and pulled back into a half-pony. Her curled bangs framed her face as her green eyes met his, a fond smile on her lips.
She made her way over, slipping into the chair across from him. She gestured to the mug of coffee:
"For little ole me?"
Levi took a slow sip of his tea, giving her a flat look over the rim before he set the cup down. "You're the only one here that drinks that shit. Take a guess."
"Oh," Dahlia gasped softly in theatrical offense. "What a charmer. However could I resist such swooning advances?"
Levi narrowed his eyes. "I'll take it back."
Dahlia immediately yanked the cup protectively closer. "NU."
The indignant little sound that left her pulled a little smirk from him as he took another sip of his tea. She grinned into her coffee in response.
Armin came downstairs next, looking composed in the way only the commander could manage when he was very clearly running on far too little sleep. Shadows lingered beneath his eyes, though his small smile toward Dahlia remained genuine.
"Good morning."
"Morning, my lovely," Dahlia murmured softly.
Levi gave a small nod in greeting from behind his tea.
Not long after, Mikasa and Jean appeared together. His shirt was only halfway cooperating with whatever rushed attempt he'd made to appear presentable. Mikasa was quieter, more contained, but her gaze immediately sought the small golden woman with a soft grief she didn't bother to hide.
Then Connie trudged down slowly after them. The moment Levi saw him, his heart clenched. The young man's eyes were red-rimmed and puffy. He stepped into the dining room, gaze wandering until it landed on Dahlia. And immediately, his expression crumpled.
Her own face furrowed with quiet heartbreak. "Oh..." she murmured, opening one arm toward him. "C'mere, my sweet bairn."
He shuffled forward and collapsed into the seat beside her, wrapping her into a crushing hug and burying his face into her curls. She hummed softly, one hand rubbing slow circles across his back between his shoulder blades.
Connie eventually sat back with a hard sniff, scrubbing roughly at his face with the heel of his palm.
Then his expression shifted. His brow furrowed... eyes narrowing as his gaze was fixed at Dahlia's neck and collar.
He blinked. "...The hell?" He leaned in closer, his nose scrunching with examination. "Did you get mauled by a bobcat?"
Dahlia blinked, stilled. Looking at her pseudo-brother with confusion, mid-sip of her drink. Then she snorted hard, coffee nearly coming out of her nose. "Connie-!"
Jean followed Connie's line of sight and paused to examine the obvious love bites and bruising littering the woman's dĂŠcolletage. Then barked a laugh. Armin choked on his tea. Mikasa's gaze flicked briefly over Dahlia's neck before she very deliberately looked elsewhere, the faintest twitch at the corner of her mouth betraying her sharp amusement.
Levi took one slow sip of tea, looking out the far window, completely expressionless. The picture of disinterested innocence.
A complete falsehood.
Connie's light hazel eyes snapped to him. "...Captain..."
"What?" Levi set his cup down with immaculate calm.
"What do you mean, what?!"
Dahlia had both hands over her face now, shoulders shaking with helpless laughter, her cheeks burning red.
Connie stared between them in personal betrayal.
"I spent all night crying. The whole time you two were feral boinking?!"
Dahlia shrieked mid-laughter. "OI-"
"NO."
Jean folded over the table, silently cry-laughing. Armin hid his face entirely behind both hands, mortified. Mikasa stared resolutely at her breakfast.
Connie's gaze whipped to Levi. "Did you even let her sleep?!"
The captain didn't so much as blink. "She can sleep on the ship."
Dahlia groaned into her palms with a mortified noise.
Connie turned to her in genuine alarm. "ARE YOU OKAY?"
Her voice came muffled through her fingers. "No."
"SEE-?!"
"Because you won't let me die quietly."
The table erupted with snorts and laughter at Dahlia's expense. Levi just sipped his tea, looking at his woman, completely unrepentant, a tiny smirk on his lips.Â
Eventually, after enough scandalized sputtering and aggressive breakfast stabbing, Connie finally slumped back in his chair with the grumpiest expression anyone there had ever witnessed.
"...Hmph." He shoveled food into his mouth. "Well. Happy for you both." He chewed like he was angry at the eggs. "...Little stupid you finally pulled your head outta your ass the day before she leaves. But whatever, I guess."
Absolute silence followed. Jean froze, Armin stopped chewing. Dahlia whispered a tiny oh no under her breath, staring at the tabletop wide-eyed.
Levi turned his attention slowly. His silver good eye and scarred milky one fixed squarely on the younger man with the flattest look imaginable. His ring and pinky finger of his scarred hand drummed against the tabletop. A clear reminder to all the veteran Scouts sitting there of what exactly came next.
The younger man stared right back. Expression blank. Then, with a dramatic little inhale, he straightened in his chair.
"Oh, excuse me." He gestured politely with his fork. "Let me be proper." Connie nodded once, mock formal. "Glad you pulled your head outta your ass, Sir."
Levi snorted hard and sharp, his palm coming up to cover his face and his grin. His thumb and pointer finger pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Shut the fuck up, Springer."Â
And for one fleeting moment, despite the ache clinging to them all, the table erupted into laughter again as the rising sun climbed up higher in the morning blue sky.
* * *
Breakfast passed far too quickly for Levi's liking. One moment there had been laughter and the next they were walking up the slanted dock. His heart sat lodged somewhere high in his throat as the ship came fully into view. It was large, imposing, and beautiful against the backdrop of the clear blue sky and shimmering salt water.
Seagulls circled lazily overhead, their soft cries carried on the breeze. Sunlight gleamed across the metal of the vessel, and the ocean lapped rhythmically in a steady, peaceful hush.
It was objectively lovely. And Levi fucking hated every inch of it.
Dahlia's duffle sat heavy against his shoulder. Armin and Jean carried the rest of her smaller belongings from the carriage behind them while Connie and Mikasa walked alongside Dahlia in quiet, subdued companionship.
Whatever levity breakfast had bought them had burned off beneath the reality of the line of travelers ahead. The closer they got, the heavier the air became.
When they reached the boarding area, Armin and Jean stepped forward first, handing off the smaller luggage to one of the ship's workers.
Levi stood still for one stubborn second longer. His grip tightened on the duffle strap... an absurd, almost childish part of his heart thought refusing to hand it over might stop any of this from happening...
His jaw tightened. Then, slowly, forcing movement into limbs, he stepped forward and handed over the bag.Â
The worker took it with an easy smile and a courteous nod. "Thank you, sir." The man glanced toward Dahlia. "We'll have this placed in your suite."
Then the worker added, pleasantly. "Boarding begins in fifteen minutes."
Levi went utterly still. The words rang hollow in his skull like the banging of a gong. His throat worked painfully as he stepped slightly away before anyone could look too closely at his face. He moved toward the dock railing, bracing both hands heavily.
He stared blankly out at the water for half a heartbeat before his gaze found Dahlia again. She was only a few feet away, angled toward the others. He had to swallow down the involuntary sound that scratched and crawled at his throat at the mere sight of his loved ones all staring with heavy grief.
It was... actually happening.
Dahlia stood before them, small against the vastness of the dock. Golden and shining in the morning sun. His grey shirt hanging from her frame.
Her shoulders started to tremble with overwhelming emotion. Her lips quivered. Her gaze moved over each of them, lingering as she traced all of the young Scouts' features and expressions.
And then, in a whisper so soft Levi almost missed it beneath the gulls and surf:
"...Mo theaghlach."
My family.
Levi swallowed so hard the sound was audible even to himself.
Connie broke first. A soft sob tore out of him, raw and helpless, and then he was stepping forward and wrapping Dahlia into a crushing embrace that nearly lifted her off her feet. He buried his face into her shoulder immediately.
"Come on back to us, ma-mo," he whispered thickly. "Please."
She held him tighter, eyes shining with tears she no longer bothered trying to contain. "Love you, my brother," she whispered. Her hand moved slowly up and down his back. "Take care of yourself."
He made another broken sound against her shoulder before stepping back.
Jean moved next, trying so hard to hold himself together. He scrubbed hard at his face once, sniffed sharply, and when he looked at her, his eyes gleamed bright with unshed silver. "Please be safe," he managed roughly, voice cracking under the weight. "And write often."
Dahlia smiled at him through her tears. "I will, my love."
Jean's face tightened immediately. He pulled her into his arms without hesitation, eyes screwing shut hard, his brow bunching with tension as he willed himself not to break. As he held the woman that he'd come to see as an elder sister and confidante...
When they parted, Mikasa stepped forward next without hesitation, pulling Dahlia into a fierce embrace. Hard enough that the older woman rocked backward half a step. She buried her face in her wild golden curls, holding her there with all her quiet intensity and conviction.Â
When she finally spoke, her voice was so small. "I'll miss you so much..."
"I'll miss you more, my bright eyes..." Dahlia's expression crumpled, and a soft sob left her lips.
Mikasa squeezed her once more before stepping back, finding Jean's embrace to hold her steady.
Commander Armin Arlert stood frozen where he was, his bright blue eyes absolutely devastated. Tears tracked openly down his cheeks. His voice came out rough and wrecked. "...Not very 'commanderly' of me, huh..."
Dahlia let out the softest little laugh. A watery grin trembled onto her lips. "Don't need my commander right now, my darling." She opened her arms. "C'mere."
Armin collapsed into her embrace with a broken sob. And Dahlia held him exactly the same way she'd held all of them... Like family.
Levi stood rooted in place, hands gripping the dock railing hard enough his knuckles had gone white.
Dahlia looked at him after Armin had stepped away from her. Her sage-green eyes shone bright in the sun, her cheek wet and splotchy.Â
Behind her, the others stood in their own quiet devastation. Jean's arms wrapped around Connie and Mikasa, holding them close. Armin stood a little apart, his bright blue eyes moving between Dahlia and Levi with that same raw heartbreak still written plainly across his face.
She stepped toward him, and... he couldn't breathe. His chest had locked down as his pulse hammered painfully high in his throat. His own vision blurred traitorously as tears threatened, but he forced them back with everything he had... Because if he started, if he broke now... he wasn't entirely sure he'd be able to stop.
His jaw tightened so hard it hurt. His brows pinched together as he stared at her. His eyes flicked between her own, his good eye memorizing as much as he could in desperation.
Her lilting voice breathed his name in a broken rasp:
"Levi..."
His hand found hers, threading their fingers together. He lifted their joined hands and pressed a soft kiss against her knuckles, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her soft skin against his lips... the indent of old scars...
When he finally spoke, his voice came rough and shaking despite everything he was doing to steady it.
"...Write as soon as you make shore." His lip brushed her knuckles again, before he let their hands drop slowly. "Keep us updated on your location best you can."
He swallowed hard, his jaw clicking with the strain as something fierce and sincere stirred beneath the grief.Â
"Communicate the timeline of when we should hear from you." Levi's eyes opened again, meeting hers fully. "...And I swear on everything..." His voice dropped in a low, rough promise. His fingers tightened around hers. "If I don't hear from you past when I should... I'll tear Marley apart lookin' for you."
He leaned in, his brow brushing hers. His eyes blazing and intense.
"Don't test me, woman..."
That only made the tears in Dahlia's eyes spill harder.
A voice rang out across the dock in clear, professional cheerfulness:
"Boarding is now beginning! Please have your tickets ready!"
The words hit him like a kick to the gut. Around them, movement began immediately. Passengers stirred into motion, gathering luggage and stepping into orderly lines toward the boarding ramp.
His stomach dropped so hard it nearly made him feel sick.
No. No no no-Â Not yet.
His vision blurred harder. His throat closed.Â
"Fuck... c'mere." His words came rough and wrecked as he yanked her into him into a firm, whole embrace. One arm wrapped tightly around her waist, anchoring her against him. His other hand cradled the back of her head protectively, fingers tangling deep into her curls.
Dahlia clung to him just as tightly in desperate strength. He buried his face briefly against her hair, breathing her in one last time. Her constant lavender, sage, and bergamot that he knew would be his only call-signal of home for the rest of his life.
His voice came out thick when he finally managed words. Ragged with emotion and shaking with iron-clad conviction:
"...Find them." His grip tightened, swallowing so hard his throat clicked. "Find your family."
He pulled back just enough to look at her. Tears now blurred his vision, and he no longer cared. The selfishness he'd spent all morning strangling down finally broke loose.
Fuck restraint. Fuck dignity. Fuck pretending he was noble enough to let her go without asking for what he wanted most.
"Then... come back to me, Dahlia." The words landed raw and aching between them. Gods, he'd tried so hard not to say it. Tried not to burden her. Tried not to be selfish. But now?Â
No. Absolutely not. He needed her to come back. Needed it in the most devastating, soul-deep way imaginable.
His hands framed her face. His voice dropped into a low, rough, urgent register, practically begging, rasping:
"Come back home." The word shattered something inside both of them. Levi's jaw trembled. "You come home. To me. You understand?"
Dahlia sobbed, her whole body hitching with it. She nodded jerkily, tears spilling hot and fierce down her cheeks.
"Aye."
Not enough. Not enough.
Levi swallowed hard, his voice cracking outright now. "Promise me."
Their eyes locked. Her face pink and blotchy. His vision swimming. The golden anamchara bond between them pulsing so hard it hurt his lungs.
She nodded again, another sob slipped free. "I promise, Levi."
Levi's expression crumpled completely.Â
And then he kissed her.
One last time.
In desperate, painful, grief-filled devotion. His mouth memorizing hers as if he could somehow carve the sensation into his soul forever. Her taste. Her warmth. The silken plush of her lips. The breath she gave him between sobs.
Everything.
His fingers trembled in her curls. Her hands clutched his shirt. The dock disappeared. The ship disappeared. Their family disappeared. The world narrowed to this one heartbreaking moment.
By the time their lips finally parted, both of their breaths panted out in shallow, almost panicked bursts.
His chest heaved painfully as he stared at her, his gaze darting frantically between her eyes like he was trying to memorize every flicker of expression before time stole her away.
Dahlia looked wrecked and beautiful and perfect... Her lips swollen from the intensity of his goodbye. Her fingers still clutched the front of his shirt like letting go might physically break her.
Her voice came out thick with tears, so small... so raw... "I love you."
"I love you." Levi hushed back in immediate, certain fierceness.
The words barely left him before the dock worker's voice rang out again across the pier.
"Last call for boarding!"
Levi looked past her. The line was gone...
His stomach twisted violently.
Dahlia was the last passenger left...
He looked back at her. Lifting shaking hands to cup her cheeks, his thumbs brushing desperately over her skin, wiping her tears away even though the effort was completely useless. Fresh tears replacing the old instantly.
His low baritone scratched out in thick grief. "...Go on, beautiful." The words nearly killed him. Forced the next ones out anyway. "...Don't miss your ride."
Even saying it felt like self-inflicted violence. Because every animal instinct inside him screamed the opposite.
Stay. Don't go. I'll come with you. Fuck the war. Fuck Paradis. Fuck everything.
But he stood there instead. Hands trembling against her face. Trying to love her enough to let her leave.
Dahlia parted from him like it was the hardest thing she'd ever done. A choked sob tore from her as his hands slipped from her face.
And then she stepped away. One step. Then another. Each one felt as if Levi were being physically peeled apart.
She moved toward the boarding ramp slowly, like her body was fighting her every inch of the way.
Levi couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't think past the violent pounding in his chest.
The dock worker took her ticket with a small, sympathetic smile. "Thank you, ma'am." A quick glance at the stub. "Suite 103."
Dahlia couldn't seem to speak. She only nodded jerkily, sniffling hard as she took it back. Walking up the ramp.
And Levi watched her go, completely helpless. His heart felt absolutely fucking shattered inside his chest. Somewhere behind him, he heard Mikasa begin to softly weep.
Dahlia turned halfway up the ramp, looking back at him over her shoulder. And it hurt so badly that Levi almost physically doubled over. Every primal instinct in him screamed to: Go. Move. Run.
He had to hold himself in place with what felt like herculean effort not to absolutely bumrush that fucking dock ramp, throw every shred of discipline to the wind, grab her, and drag her right back into his arms where she belonged.
His hands curled into fists so tight his nails bit into his palms.
He stayed rooted in his spot.
Because... Because he loved her. And loving her meant letting her choose this...
Even when it felt like dying.
Dahlia held his gaze for one final heartbeat. And then she turned... disappearing inside the port side entrance of the ship.
Gone... Just like that.
He stood there, watching as the boarding ramp was pulled back in with brutal efficiency. The workers moved with quick, practiced routine. The ship's main door shut with a heavy, final sound that he felt clanging against his sternum.
Then ropes unwound. The anchor began to lift.
All of it happened... so fucking fast.
Normally he might've respected and admired the seamless precision of a crew that knew exactly what they were doing.Â
Right now... He wanted to start screaming at every last one of them to slow the fuck down.
A warm hand settled gently on his shoulder. Levi startled slightly.
"...Captain..." Armin's voice was painfully soft and compassionate. His fingers squeezing in warm comfort. "...Shall I get the carriage ready?"
Levi couldn't speak for a few moments. Then, he managed after a rough intake of breath. "...Just... a little longer."
"Of course..." Armin's hand remained where it was for one steadying second more.
When the dock workers politely ushered them all back from the loading area, Levi moved mechanically. His boots walked him off the wooden planks and onto the gravel.
He pivoted, heading toward the sandy beach, gaze on the ship before them. His hands shoved deep into his coat pockets, fists clenched tight enough to ache. The others followed without question.
The leather strap of the wristwatch Dahlia had gifted him pressed warm against his skin. Its quiet ticking felt thunderous.
The ship began to pull away. A slow-moving goliath gliding out from the dock.
Levi swallowed hard against the sharp, ugly mixture of grief and panic trying to choke him.
And beneath it... The golden anamchara bond pulsed in its bright, constant inevitability. Echoing her heartbreak back at him across the widening distance.
Would she come out? Would he see her again? One last time?
They settled into quiet heartbreak along the beach. Mikasa sank down into the sand beside Jean, leaning into his warmth while he kept an arm anchored around her shoulders. Connie perched on a flat rock slab nearby, hunched over as he absentmindedly dragged shapes into the damp sand with one finger, sniffling quietly every so often.
Armin stood beside Levi as they watched the vessel drift farther and farther along the open sea...
Levi's chest tightened painfully.
Then, movement across the expanse of the ship. A flash of gold highlighted by the bright sun. A blur of bouncing curls.
His entire body went rigid.
Dahlia came tearing across the deck like a madwoman, her wild blonde hair absolutely everywhere as she sprinted toward the railing.
Levi's eyes welled instantly. Even from here, he could make out her face beneath the summer sun. Her pink-rimmed eyes. Wind-flushed cheeks. And that stubborn, ridiculous woman... hauled in a massive breath.
And bellowed across the open water with every ounce of loud, theatrical gusto gifted to her by her father, Dietrich The Duke Bodea:
"LET THE MOTHER SMILE ON YOU AND ME!"
Dahlia sucked in another enormous breath, and crowed:
"I'M GOING ON ANÂ ADVENTUUUUUUURRRREEEEEE!"
And despite all his grief, panic, heartbreak, and cacophony of aching emotion in his heart... A stupid grin curled his lips...
Beside him, Armin let out a thick little chuckle.
Connie fully snorted, lept halfway to his feet, and screamed back at the top of his lungs:
"HAVE FUN, YOU IDIOT!!"
Mikasa stood, brushing sand from her trousers as she stepped forward beside Jean, who rose with her without a word.
All five of them stood there together on the shoreline. Watching this absolute golden firestorm of a woman they'd somehow all come to love in wildly different, deeply personal ways...
A sister. A friend. A confidante. A safe place to lay their woes. A heart full of music. A beacon of fierce and ridiculous hope against any and all adversity...
They watched her sail away toward her homeland and the family she'd lost...
And Gods willing... she would be back again.
The ship picked up steady speed. The distance between them widening further and further as the surf rolled gently against the shore.
Dahlia remained at the railing, wind whipping her wild curls back, waving at them in big sweeps. She drew in another enormous breath. "I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
The words tore across the open water, carried by the salt-steeped wind.
Connie drew in another heaving breath like his life depended on it before bellowing back with his whole chest:
"WE LOVE YOU MORE!!"
She threw her head back, laughing and grinning. Shining in the sun...Â
Armin was openly crying again and smiling through it. Mikasa lifted one hand high and waved hard. And Levi... he stood there with tears drying salt-tight on his face and that stupid tiny grin still haunting his mouth.
The ship became smaller and smaller in the distance. Until Dahlia was no longer a distinguishable flash of gold at the railing. All that remained was the open ocean... and a dark speck at it's horizon the only evidence of the vessel making it's fast journey over it's expanse.
The five of them stood there for a while longer anyway. No one saying much. As if leaving first would somehow make it more real.
Eventually... reality won out. Jean let out a slow breath and gently nudged Mikasa closer beneath his arm. Armin scrubbed at his face with both hands, trying valiantly to regain some scrap of composure. Connie sniffed hard and kicked at the sand.
And slowly, they all turned to walk back toward the inn and the carriage...
Levi hung back, his face pointed downward, his hands deep in his pockets... his grief hanging heavy on his bones like a physical weight. Not knowing what to do, how to feel, how to-
A heavy arm landed over his shoulders, making him bodily jolt. His head snapped up, staring at Connie with furrowed brows and narrowed eyes. "Wha-"
Levi was cut off sharply as the younger man yoinked him into his tall side, dragging him forward to join the rest of the group, right in the middle.Â
The captain stumbled half a step, "The hell-"
Before he could properly protest, Mikasa's arm joined Connie's. Cradling Levi between them as the five of them walked forward in a connected line. He stared ahead in offended disbelief.Â
Connie deadpanned with suspicious thickness still lingering in his voice:
"Respectfully, captain... Shut up, and let us love you..."
Oh, motherfucker-
Levi's throat worked, his jaw clenching hard as he willed his eyes not to well up all over again.
"...Tch... Fine."
Connie gave him a soft smile, Mikasa squeezed Levi's shoulder in warm comfort...
And... quietly grieving...Â
The five veteran Scouts walked up the small hill toward the carriage...Â
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This is a grail piece. An original drawing by the man himself, Hajime Isayama, of Levi, done on Shikishi board. Making it all the better is that Levi is smiling in the illustration, which is a rare expression to see on him. I feel super lucky to have found this on a Japanese auction site, and I just couldn't pass it up when I did. You hardly ever see original art by manga artists available for sale, and the fact it's of Levi makes it perfection. It's a large illustration, too, the board measuring about 9.5 X 10 3/4 inches.
NEW LEVI ILLUSTRATION oh my gosh heâs so precious im gonna cry, my sweetheart in his pirate captain outfit :< I love that the vest and popped collar kinda resemble his no regrets outfit, also the way heâs holding the sword like his odm blades ugh I adore him. His grey eyes look so prominent and beautiful here too
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You turned to look back over at him and your chest hitched as you registered he was a hell of a lot closer now.
And still shirtless.
And⌠and still⌠shining with post-workout sweat-
Fuck. Oh God. This was so, so much worse. Because now he was facing you. And you got the full, unadulterated view of the shorter manâs corded physique.
The harsh lines of his collarbones. The way his pecs bunched in tautness as he wiped his fingers on a clean cloth. His biceps bulging. The veins on his forearms raised and visceral from his blood pumping.
Oh⌠and his⌠downy, black chest hair that youâd had no idea he had. Never having been this close before to see-
Levi said your name lowly. Almost⌠huskily-
Your eyes snapped up to meet him, looking slightly down at him as he stepped up. And there it was again. That dark storm in his irises that youâd seen so many times after unintentional proximity and brushed touches and gazes held too long to be coincidence.
Your tongue felt too big for your mouth. Your heart was racing much too fast. Your attention fixed solely on him as he neatly folded the cloth in his hands and tucked it into his back pocket without breaking the intense gaze he had locked on you.
His next words⌠changed everythingâŚ
âKeep looking at me like that, and youâre gonna make me do something about it.â
You couldnât have said what finally drove you to say it. What allowed your heart to be so brazen and bold. But before your brain had caught up, your mouth was already running with the honesty that lived in you for so, so long.
âGo on thenâŚâ
You watched Leviâs eyes widen minutely. His lips parting in quiet shock. As if he couldnât quite believe that youâd finally stepped over that line you both had pretended didnât exist for years. Then his shoulders rolled subtly, straightening. His fingers twitching at his sideâŚ
His pupils⌠dilating.
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âââ â CAMISADO ; levi ackerman (chapter four)
levi ackerman x fem!reader
summary: between sleepless nights, bruised hands, and captain leviâs relentless attention, the line between self-preservation and self-destruction begins to blur. captain levi watches you like heâs waiting for you to make a mistake. the problem is that you canât stop watching him back.
words: 4.1k
part: 4/? (pt 1) (pt 2) (pt 3.)
content warning(s): age difference, power imbalance, loss of innocence, canon-typical violence, circa season 1 of aot, aged up recruits, slight eren yeager/reader, not so slowburn, eventual explicit sexual content.
chapter specific warnings: kissing, edging, fingering, mildly dubious consent, levi genuinely being an asshole
author's note: idk why this took me so long. i decided to cut what was originally going to be this entire chapter in half so i could focus on some pacing? idk. im like proud of this and not at the same time. ok anyways. sorry if this is shit. go read freaks.
Levi pushed you onto your back, thunder crashed at the same time that your body pressed underneath him halfway on your bedroll and the tarp floor. His leg slotted between your own and you felt the harsh ridges of his body against your chest. Despite Levi being relatively shorter than most of the men in the regimen, he made up for it in strength. You could barely move underneath him, completely at his mercy while his hand grazed your throat, thumb cradled underneath your jaw with the rest of his fingers splayed across your cheek near your ear.Â
You sighed into his mouth, one of your hands resting at the base of his neck, fingers brushing against his undercut. Right as you were getting comfortable in that position, underneath him, your hand in his hair, kissing him like you had no other desire in the word, he pulled away, gripping the wrist of the hand in his hair. Leviâs pale grey eyes looked over you, panting with his mouth slightly parted, a sight you only saw with the flash of lighting. You felt him put the hand down, next to your face, held down by the sheer weight of him.Â
âNo touching,â He said, to which you gave him a strange look, even though you could barely see him in the darkness. Was he seriously saying you couldnât touch him when he had you like this? The time for setting boundaries had clearly already passed considering the position he had you in and how many kisses he already gave.Â
You raised your other hand to touch him. âAre you serious?âÂ
He sat back on his knees and grabbed that one as well, holding them both in front of you and putting both your wrists into one hand. âIâm serious, Cadet.â It felt incredibly wrong for him to say that in this context, and you hated how much you actually liked it, a stinging, hot feeling flooding in your chest. The grip tightened, pushing down until they were above your head. You hated feeling so exposed, so pliant underneath him but you really had no other choice.Â
âBut how am I ââÂ
âI can stop if you donât want to listen.âÂ
No. No. You didnât want him to stop. And you knew Levi, maybe not like this, but who he was as your Captain. When he ordered you to do something, you were supposed to listen. He wouldnât give you any legroom, he wasnât that type of person. It was either all or nothing, and you definitely didnât want him to stop and go back to the awkwardness that had been growing in the tent earlier.Â
When you didnât speak nor fight against his hand, he seemed to take that as a response, leaning back over you using his forearms to keep him up. Leviâs lips were on your again, other hand travelling down your waist until it settled towards the base of your shirt, stalling like he was thinking. In the meantime, he busied himself with your mouth, using your parted lips to his advantage to lazily sweep his tongue inside. A test. And when he decided that he liked the soft whimper that left your mouth, he did it again, much bolder this time, breath mingling with your own.Â
You wished you could touch him. All you wanted to do was wrap your hands in his hair or grip onto his waist to pull him as close as physics would allow you to be. It felt like torture, completely at his mercy, taking whatever he allowed you to take. He seemed to relent with the pace of his kisses, taking more time between them, soft and reverent but still harsh, bruising. He wanted you to remember even though you knew you would never forget.Â
The hand on your wrists eased a bit, his mouth pulling away from your own, teeth grazing your bottom lip in a crude sort of bite. âIâm going to let go of your wrists,â he said, barely audible over the rain pattering on the top of the tent. âDonât move them, keep them there, can you do that for me?âÂ
You nodded, completely forgetting that he could barely see you.Â
âI said: Can you do that for me?â He asked again, this time with bite in his voice.Â
âYes,â you spoke, panting from lack of air. âI can do that.âÂ
Levi released his grip then on your wrist, the same hand gripping your jaw. âGood.âÂ
As filthy as it was, you felt yourself swimming in the little praise he gave you. It was the same type of praise as when he would tell you your form looked good. Except this time it felt better, this time it made you want to please him.Â
You felt his fingers splay against your waist, tucking them underneath the edge of your shirt, finally making contact with your skin. It was tentative at first, gauging your reaction, allowing you to press your hips up into his. A tiny groan left his lips, a desperate thing, cracking the perfectly built walls of his composure. You couldnât help but grin against his mouth, you had a tiny victory against him even if he wanted to have your hands above your head. It wasnât in your nature to be completely compliant, he should know that. You had proved that to Levi that night in the library when you almost threw yourself against him.Â
His fingers continued to travel up, gaining some more clarity and dominance, pressing against your ribcage before going higher, the callouses rough against the softness of your skin. It sent a shiver down your spine, goosebumps raising on your arms and legs. Then, his hand finally made contact with your covered breast. Gasping against his mouth, you clenched and unclenched your hands, itching to coax him to go faster. But Levi didnât, he was doing the same thing to you as before, stretching out your resolve so slowly it made you lose your mind.Â
Levi squeezed, pulling away from your lips to watch your reaction while he hooked his thumb under the underside of your bra, pulling it up over it, replacing the fabric with his hand. It was so embarrassing that such a tiny touch from him had such an effect on you, but you couldnât find it in yourself to care when his fingers squeezed your nipple, a shockwave of a feeling. A bolt of lightning hit again, just bright enough that you could see his face above you, in his eyes a mix of curiosity and intensity.Â
Thatâs when it all fell apart.Â
He was greedy, hands becoming hard and steady against your chest, fingers twisting against your perked nipple while the other came down to pull your shirt up, just enough to expose your chest. It took everything in you to keep your hands above your head, watching him scootch lower so he was face to face with your exposed stomach. Levi pressed a kiss right next above your abdominal muscles, and then another one, followed by a tiny bite. His kisses trailed up, hands pushing up your sports bra to expose your bare breasts to him.Â
âYou have no idea what you do to me,â he muttered against your skin, tongue darting on the bottom of your breast, licking a clean stripe up before taking your perked nipple right into his mouth.Â
âShit,â you breathed, heartbeat pounding against your chest so hard that you were sure he could feel it. His other hand pressed against your waist, keeping you steady so you wouldnât squirm effectively pinning you. Levi shushed you, mouth moving to the soft flesh, using his teeth to deliver a bruise you knew would show up in the morning.Â
And he just kept going, using your tiny gasps as fuel while he kissed your chest, your stomach, right next to your waistline, occasionally nipping at the skin to deliver those tiny red marks. Youâd seen bruises like this on your comrades' necks from time to time, usually after days of rest where all of you snuck out to the bars and didnât come back until the early morning. But Levi was marking you somewhere where no one would see, a secret between the two of you in the dark of the tent, so only you would know that you were truly his. It was better this way, trapped in this little bubble where the outside world didnât matter.Â
After a long stripe across your abdomen, Levi looked back up at you, being met with your gaze, watching him with a look of something similar to devotion. Slowly, you betrayed his orders and reached out to place your hand on his hair, fingers threading through the dark strands. Instead of reprimanding you, like you thought that he was, Levi let out a groan, cheek pressed firm against your stomach while he leaned into the touch, needy. Maybe this is what he meant when he didnât want you to touch him, because his composure would break too much and he wouldnât know what to do with the pieces of him scattered around when he truly let himself go.Â
The soft moment broke again, replaced with the searing urge of him to go farther. Your hips pressed up against Leviâs own, making him come back up to face you, holding your jaw in place. You thought he was going to say something again, chastise you, but instead all you could hear was his ragged breathing, hand pushing down your stomach to slip below your waistband.
Your eyes widened, finding his in the dark, mouth parting when his hand finally made contact with you between your legs. It was nothing like how it was when you had done it to yourself the miniscule amount of times you had attempted it. There was never any time to yourself when you shared a room with a bunch of other people. In those rare moments when you had done it, it was hurried and impractical, not knowing exactly what felt good.Â
But Levi knew exactly what felt good, his fingers spreading you open, knee kicking against your legs to move them wider. The second his thumb came in contact with your clit, your back arched against the bedroll, head throwing back and a loud moan leaving your lips. His empty hand clamped around your mouth, the salt of his sweat coating your lips.Â
âDo you really want to wake up the whole camp?â Levi whispered, his voice a mix of his typical commanding tone and a tease. âHave them know what Iâm doing to you?â Almost as a punishment, his thumb pressed harder against your clit, rubbing a harsh circle against it that sent you reeling.Â
Your face reddened, thinking about the possibility of everyone finding out. It was unlikely, given the weather, but the way he was making you feel now was only the beginning. You could imagine the look on Erenâs face in the morning, asking you why youâd gotten yourself mixed up with Captain Levi. There would be no way to deny it, especially if they heard your moans, you two were sharing a tent together, which would be evidence enough of the indiscretion.Â
The friction he created with this thumb was relentless, a punishing heat that made your vision begin to blur at the edges. What you couldnât see in the darkness was his sharp, grey eyes tracking every single tremor that was elicited from your muscles and every breath hitched from your throat. He was watching your body with the precision he applied to all things, cold and ruthless, never a step less or a step forward than what was necessary. Levi was playing with you, much like a predator played with his food.Â
A particularly satisfying circle on your clit made your whole body almost freeze up, your hands, which had stubbornly not stayed where he wanted them to stay, continued to grip onto his hair, his clothed bicep, his back, anywhere that you could stay grounded. âRight there?â Levi muttered, head dropping down to the shell of your ear, a low timbre. When you didnât respond right away, he did the same thing again, making your toes clench as your legs tried to close. The sensation was too much to handle, he was making you feel too good. âI need words, or Iâll stop. And you donât want me to stop, right?â He repeated the same thing he said earlier, always threatening to stop, to put the walls between the two of you back up. Your mouth felt dry, unable to find the words you wanted to say.
So, you shook your head in frantic agreement, and he didnât need light to see it, letting out a low, dark huff of amusement, a vibration in his chest you could feel against your own. He didnât ease up; he leaned into the feeling, shifting his weight, thigh pressing firmly between yours to keep you held open. There was no hiding from him. Granted with better access, his fingers, slick and warm from you, moved more purposely. His index and middle finger swiped against your slit, being met with the soppy feeling of your wetness.Â
âYouâre so receptive, Cadet,â Levi muttered, head pulling up just an inch, breath fanning against your cheek. âWho knew this is all I needed to do to remind you of your place?âÂ
The arrogance of his tone didnât bother you like it had previous times, his dominance was borderline primal. He didnât command authority the same way that he did on the field as your Captain, he reached for it and grabbed it right by the throat.Â
Those same two fingers pushed inside of you, an intrusion that would normally hurt from your inexperience, but your body was so open to him. He couldâve fit more in with ease, your hole eager and waiting just for him.Â
âLevi . . .â You finally managed to gasp out, finding your voice again with just his name, a breathless little plea. It was the first time you had ever called him by his actual name instead of his rank, which made his hand stall for only a moment, obviously stunned by what normally would be an indiscretion on your part.Â
You waited for the reprimand like always, thinking he would stop.Â
âSay it again,â he commanded, teeth grazing your jaw. In the brief moments of the rain letting up its assault on the tent, you were met with the slick, wet sounds of his movement. âTell me exactly what you want. Donât just nod like a damn fool. You know itâs hard to see in the dark.âÂ
He was being cruel. Itâs what you had called him back in the library. Cruel for leaving you high and dry there, and cruel for giving you exactly too much. It was a vicious cycle, testing your limits and forcing you to strip away the last of your professional composure. He wanted to hear the desperation of your voice, crumble into something raw and honest. His fingers curled inside you in a âcome hereâ motion, stretching you and hitting that sensitive, perfect spot with a deliberate thrust.Â
âPlease,â you whimpered, your hips bucking against his hand. âDonât stop, please.âÂ
You didnât realize how loud you were being, how much the outside world still existed. Levi tsked, his other hand reaching for your jaw. With your mouth parted, it was easy to slide two fingers into there as well, the intrusion of salty, sweat coated fingers against your tongue. It sent a jolt of pure shock through your system, your eyes flew wide, staring up into the dark void where his face should be. He multitasked with a terrified, singular focus, the fingers in your mouth keeping your cries muffled.Â
The friction sent you right to the edge you had only reached a handful of times, teetering on the line of complete submission, the tension in your core coiled into a tight vibrating knot. The tension was this close to that unbearable peak, one you wanted so badly. That was when Levi decided to slow. The change was so jarring, you were sure you wouldâve cried out if it hadnât been for the fingers slotted between your lips. Fingers transitioned into a slow, agonizing glide, barely touching you. A light, teasing brush, barely enough to maintain the brutal sensation from before but nowhere near enough to push you over the edge.Â
You tried to say something around his fingers, something close to his name as well as a curse. The tightly wound spring in you twitched in anticipation for a feeling that never came. He was withholding the very thing you were dying for.
âNot yet,â he cooed, pulling his fingers out for a moment so that his thumb could brush against your cheek to catch a stray tear or a beat of sweat, you werenât sure which one. He held all the supplies that you wanted and you were starving. You needed to reach that peak or you felt as though you would die, your whole world reduced to this tent where nothing mattered except him. Levi leaned down, his lips brushing yours in a ghost of a kiss, more of a taunt than a comfort. âYouâre so close, arenât you?â he whispered. âI can feel you trembling, how much youâre begging for it.âÂ
âLevi â I canât ââ
âYou can. You just have to wait, youâll stay right on this edge until I decide youâve earned it.âÂ
You felt completely unraveled, a heavy pulsing ache of frustration settled deep into your bones. Hypersensitive to the slightest movement of his hand. Every time that feeling threatened to lurch forward, to force that release from your body, he was a wall of iron will, pulling back while you were held at that agonizing limbo.Â
The word please spilled from your mouth so much it began to lose its meaning, a desperate mantra. Your hands began to claw at his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt like you could somehow pull the mercy out of him. âFeels like . . . Iâm going to break,â you whined.Â
âThen break,â he countered, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. He wasnât being soft, and he definitely wasnât being nice, he demanded total surrender. Perhaps what you thought was you surrendering wasnât enough. He wanted to break you into pieces with no intention of putting you back together. His fingers continued their deep thrusts, reaching in places you didnât even know existed until now, while his thumb on your clit stalled, fingerpad just barely touching you.Â
You werenât even sure how long he had you like this, the seconds blurring into minutes, minutes blurring into five, and possibly ten. All you could focus on was the push and pull, seeing just how much he would make you endure before he decided it was good enough. How could you prove that you were good enough when he would barely let you move your hips? How he put his fingers back into your mouth so you could barely speak? It was torture, beautiful agonizing torture. Every time you attempted to buck your hips up to reach for even a semblance of your pride, he mocked you by slowing down even more.Â
âDonât be a brat,â he murmured. âTell me who owns this feeling, tell me who's going to decide when you finally get to break.âÂ
He wanted you to bed, not just for pleasure or release, but for permission to exist for only a fraction in his world. And you couldnât, you couldnât speak or find the words inside of you. âIâm quite certain I gave you an order, Cadet.âÂ
âYou,â you choked out, not even knowing if you actually said it or if you were screaming in your mind instead. It was a barely audible sound against his fingers, a lewd, spit filled sound. You wished there was light, so your face could do the talking for you, your eyes reached into the darkness with a piercing gaze.Â
âGood.âÂ
It was a sound of satisfaction, making your heart hammer against your ribs. He pulled his fingers from your mouth, but before you could draw a full breath he replaced them with a harsh kiss. It was a claim, like sealing a contract you had unknowingly surrendered to. And then, his mercy finally came. His fingers didnât tease you anymore, they didnât slow down. The pace quickened, two fingers plunging deep over and over while his thumb became violent and frantic. He didnât just guide you to release, he was forcibly throwing you over the edge. The dam finally broke, the tension snapping, and you basically screamed against his mouth, a loud snap of thunder outside concealing it.Â
Your entire world didnât shatter, it dissolved into a violent sensation that was so absolute you werenât sure you were still breathing. A tidal wave of unadulterated sensation that ripped right through your bones, your veins, your muscles, leaving you gasping and trembling all over. Your back arched enough to where it could practically snap, fingers digging into his shoulders enough that it could bruise. Levi didnât let go of you, he didnât let you go down easily to admire his handiwork. He led you through that beautiful wreckage, hand staying heavy against you, fingers working deep to milk every last drop of it.Â
Eventually, the climax began to subside into shuddering aftershocks, his hand pulling away from you. Your whole body was layered with a thick coat of sweat, heartbeat struggling to return back to normal. Levi pushed off of you, obviously content with himself reducing you to a trembling mess. The sounds of the tent began to return back to normal, just your breathing and the faint pattering of rain on the tarp above you. When you finally got the strength to push yourself up onto your elbows, Levi was already sitting back on his bedroll, like he hadnât just given you the most mind shattering orgasm of your entire life, his shadow unmoving. You werenât even sure if he was looking at you or not. It felt like a slap to the face.Â
You practically inched over to sit completely on your bedroll, heart thrumming once in a while, refusing to settle. The silence between the two of you was thick enough to cut with a knife and you refused to even glance at him, realizing how easy it was for the power dynamic to fall back into place between the two of you. You had initiated first, and he left you a gasping mess with ease, pulling at the strings of you like you were nothing more than a loosely knitted sweater to unravel.Â
Now there were things sitting between the two of you that weren't there before, or maybe they had always been there and it was the first time that both of you had addressed it fully. The library, the night you couldnât sleep, it was all a test of fleeting moments into one sharp and heady encounter. Would there be more? Or would everything go back to the way it was before? You couldnât even imagine going through the rest of this expedition not talking to Levi about it. But he was always so composed, so stoic when he wanted to be. You had to throw yourself at him to even get him to break, and who knew you would have the courage to do it again.Â
Reality seemed to settle over the both of you. In the morning, there would be the same expedition, the scouts outside riding closer to the next destination. Morning would come whether you wanted it to or not. The thoughts of intimacy hadnât ever felt frightening before. Not because you were scared of him, but because you realized you were already thinking of the possibilities of next time.Â
âYou should sleep,â Levi said, breaking the fragile silence. So normal and so composed. You expected as much, the familiar mask of Captain Levi replacing whatever the hell was there before, not even bothering to acknowledge the line that had been so thoroughly defiled and crossed. It was a deflection, but you were too tired to prod him more. You were exhausted now, and your muscles felt like melting ice.Â
So you laid down fully, turning your back to him making a point, even though he couldnât see you and it was a stupid petty childish thing in the first place.Â
Sleep consumed you regardless and Levi haunted your dreams. Instead of the what ifs that your brain concocted weeks ago, they were memories. Pieces stitched together by your subconscious, mocking and unyielding.
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It turned out different than my original idea but I liked the result nevertheless. At first it was supposed to be Leviâs squad, but they seemed a bit odd with leaves so I didnât include them in final result. Now it looks like heâs mourning Erwin
