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ꪆ What often took place was engaging in physical intimacy right after an intense training session when the heart is pumping hard and muscles tight and pleasantly aching, sweat clinging to the skin, chest still rising with deep, uneven breaths.
Dante lays you down on gym bench not giving you more than a few minutes break before beginning "cardio". Wondering how much more beyond heated skin, trembling muscles and lingering fatigue he can ruin you. Your skin sticks to the faintly sweat-slick surface of the bench that creaked softly beneath the weight of you two. Your back slid against the warm leather with a soft, sticky friction with each of Dante's thrusts. Under the glow of the gym lights, you could see in the gym mirrors the position you were in and the bliss painted on your own face. During those times Dante looked extra hot. His veins stood out faintly beneath skin stretched tight over pumped muscle that were so much more visible after work out than usually. And you sinking into the sweet heaviness of post-workout fatigue, while his hips continued relentless movements making his cock hit just the right spot over and over again. He'd cum deep in you while gripping your thighs, calves resting on his shoulders, the angle making him fully in. Good thing there's always towels and cleaning spray at gym whenever it gets too messy.
ꪆ Dante always insisted on you doing pull ups exercises for you to be able to carry any weapon with an ease. And so he came up with the dirtiest version of them. You desperately gripped the metal bar above your head, hands shaky and sweaty making it slippery beneath your palms, trembling arms barely able to keep up with the strain. And each time you lowered yourself you landed right on the hard cock of your boyfriend laying right under you and admiring your struggles. Each time you had to lift yourself high enough for his tip to slide out of you just to slam your hips down next second. With each rep it was getting progressively harder. And no matter how much you begged and whimpered, he wouldn't let you cum until you completed the established number of pull ups.
ꪆ Your thighs tightening as you sank into another squat, sweat rolling down your skin as you pushed through another repetition. And each time you lowered your hips you received a firm spank on your ass making your breath hitch. And you weren't allowed to complain or take a break or the spanks would turn punishing, his words more commanding making your work out a sweet torture.
ꪆ you'd sit right on his hips comfortably, in a way like you belonged there. He plants his feet firmly, pushing through his heels lifting his hips upward in a controlled thrust until body formed a straight line. You felt your legs leave the ground beneath you each time, making your weight rest heavily on his hips, the press increased. You'd tease him with arching your back and subtle grinds againts him, feeling how he gradually gets harder under you. And you observed from above with a smug smile his ragged breath, sweat forming around his temples, eyes getting hazy with desire. And this time it was your turn to play the evil one, not letting him touch you until he finishes as many reps as you commanded him to do.
ꪆ Dante helped you stretch in more ways than one. Laying on mats, your legs straight in knees lifted up by his firm grip around your ankles, fingers of other hand diving between your thighs to stretch your insides. Or spreading your legs to your limits with his strong arms, mouth hovering over your core ready to eat you out to distract you from pain of stretching.
ꪆ other times when he works through a series of calisthenic exercises he'd balance himself on paralletes making you lay on your back right under him. His body remained perfectly upright as he supported himself solely on his hands. Lowering himself just to kiss you every single time. With his inhumane strength it wasn't rare that at times he got so lost in kissing you he'd deepen the kiss and make out with you while his body still remained in vertical position.
tags: Yami Sukehiro x reader, sfw, intimate, oneshot, captain x subordinate
summary: putting bandages on his ridiculously bulked up body isn't the easiest task
The mission you received from the Wizard King himself turned out to be treacherous and harrowing. Nevertheless it wasn't possible to fail an assigned task with Yami himself in your two member party. It wasn't your first mission with your captain but it certainly was the first time you've seen him so beaten up and bleeding.
His face betrayed no pain, just his usual calm expression standing in contrast to the wounds on his chest. He walked his steady usual pace in front of you complaining about how much of a drag this mission is and how he's gonna kick Julius' butt after you come back to the capital. Yet you couldn't help but worry despite him answering to your question that he's totally fine.
He stopped by his room and turned your way unbothered scratching the back of his head.
"Well, I guess I need someone to treat all of that after all"
You nodded approvingly, glad he's taking it a bit more seriously. He opened the door and gestured with his head to come in.
"In captain's room...?" You asked carefully.
"Where else, idiot" he gruffed letting you in.
The rooms of some falling into ruin inn you two were staying in were crapmed and narrow, lacking space to move freely. Decision to stay in such was driven by Black Bulls limited budget and, well, the fact that Yami spent most of it on gambling.
"Sit down, please" you asked him and kneeled down beside the bag where basic medical kit was packed in.
With a quiet grunt he lowered himself on the bed that creaked under his weight, while his eyes lazily tracked your movements. You prepared a bucket with water and a damp towel approaching him.
"I'll first clean it for you. Is that alright...?" You asked for permission to get closer, not wanting to cross any line.
"Yeah, go ahead" he responded nonchalantly, his attention more focused on your pink tinted cheeks and slightly trembling hands rather than your words.
You gulped realizing you need to lift his shirt up first. With hesitation you cautiously lifted his shirt enough to expose bruises on his abdomen. With every last shred of will you possessed you tried to keep your face steady not to reveal your embarrassment. You had to stay professional.
"Captain... I'll need you to take it off completely" you asked him shyly.
Yami raised his eyebrows, as if it was something obvious from the start and he was just waiting for you to say it.
You could see a playful glint in his eyes which made you acknowledge that he won't make it easy for you.
"Ah... But I'm so tired and injured I don't know if I can do it myself" he teased in a mocking tone.
You gave him a pleasing look but the man wouldn't give in easily. Exhaling softly to calm yourself down you pulled his shirt up and up through his arms which turned out to be more difficult to imagine due to size of his body. You stumbled and if you didn't regain your balance in time, you'd surely land right on his chest. Slight smirk tugged on his face seeing your adorable struggles.
You stepped back to scan the revealed view with your eyes. Exposed skin marked by battle, bruises along his ribs, a shallow cut near his hip and dried blood smeared across his abdomen. And perfectly toned body as if he was some ancient god.
No deep wounds but enough damage to make any normal person wince. Yet Yami seemed completely unbothered.
You took the damp cloth and attentively wiped the remaining blood from his skin. Warm water, soft pressureand your careful hands moving with quiet focus, cleaning each wound like he was something fragile. Something Yami wasn't much used to.
A muscle in his jaw twitched while observing you. It felt oddly comforting and soothing, enough to make him lay back against the pillows. He seemed to be relaxing while you struggled hard to focus just on the job.
With each swipe of the towel, the dirt disappeared and reveal more of his toned skin and muscles. Your palm repeatedly met his abs under it, feeling it up through the cloth. Sharp contours seemed to be almost stretching his skin.
Your heart began to thump so loudly you were afraid he could hear it.
A relieved sigh espaced your mouth when you were done with the first part. But so far it was the easiest one.
Now the tricky part – bandages. You pulled them out of the kit unfolding some while trying to estimate how much of it would be needed to wrap around his ridiculously broad chest.
You proceeded to put the white cloth over him and Yami noticed immediately.
The way your hands fumbled slightly trying to stretch the bandage over his chest, but it kept riding up or slipping sideways because of how his size. You were physically unable to reach both from one point to another nor hold it steady in one place and your patient wasn't eager to help. Quite the opposite, he was really enjoying himself while teasing the poor you. Whenever you were close to tying the two ends together he purposely flexed his absurdly huge muscles. You tried to play it cool focusing on the task but your cheeks burned, breath unwillingly quickened, eyes tracing his twitching muscles like hypnotized.
You exhaled in frustration and annoyance and stopped holding back, moving even closer to finally get it done. Your arms widely spread, your cheek almost pressed to his pecs as you shut your eyes and worked your fingers behind his back to tie a knot.
"This a part of the treatment too? Getting hugs?" He huffed in playful, low tone that sent a tiny shiver down your spine. You were practically hugging him in this position.
"Stupid thing isn't long enough" you mumbled avoiding his gaze as you pulled back.
Without a word, he slowly lifted one massive arm and rested it behind his head, shifting just enough to give you better access and less bulk to work around. He finally had some mercy.
"How can one be even built like this" you continued your little complaints while working, which Yami found utterly endearing.
His shoulder were so wide and thick that beneath his skin you could clearly feel every subtle tension of flexing muscle twitching against your fingers as you wrapped the white cloth over there.
"Ridiculously bulked up shoulders... how is it possible" once again you muttered more to yourself with a voice barely above a whisper, laced with that quiet annoyance and awe.
He finally exhaled, a low, rumbling sound, and turned his head slightly toward yours when you finished tying it off. Your faces were inches apart now, close enough to see every fleck in your eyes under candlelight.
"You complainin’?" He teased with smirk that lingered with lazy amusement.
"You could say so" you retorted, trying to hide the fact that you enjoyed the views.
"Should be happy your captain ain't built like a stick. You seen Jack?" He snorted mockingly recalling the image of his rival.
A small chuckle escaped your lips at his dissing tone and pride he held for his muscles.
"You're right, I should be appreciating you more, captain."
"Yeah, that's right" he nodded in approval "You still haven't seen the real thing, though" he said as his biceps tightened in obvious demonstration of effects of his work outs and battles. The bandages held onto their dear life eventually strained against the tension of his body just to finally slip loose.
"Captain!" You exclaimed dramatically, shoulders slumped helplessly.
"Whoops" he snorted in a tone indicating it was pretty much intentional.
"Stop doing it on purpose! At this point you can treat yourself!"
"Oh come on, admit you like looking."
You blushed intensely with a loud gulp. So he noticed after all.
"See?" Told ya."
A wide grin bloomed on his face at your reaction.
After relentless teasing and inconveniences Yami caused you, you managed to pull the bandages again properly into their place.
You exhaled glad the work is done and admired it from the distance. Then your eyes came across a slightly deeper wound right under his collarbone.
"That one will need sewing..."
"Tch, leave it alone. It's fine"
"Yeah, right, I suppose big unhealed wounds are so manly and appealing" you rolled your eyes showing him a slight attitude.
Yami let out an exasperated sigh scratching the back of his head.
"Alright, ma'am, do what you need"
You reached for necessary tools from the medical kit, soon noticing that the injury is in a rather hard to access spot.
Yami watched you struggle with a quiet intensity, your brow furrowing, shifting from one awkward position to another as you tried to find the good angle.
Sitting beside him? You'd need to twist too much. Between his legs? Impossibl, you’d have to practically crawl over him, besides that's inappropriate.
Kneeling in front? Not quite right either.
The spot on his collarbone was tricky, a sloped curve of bone and muscle, hard to reach unless you were at just the right height and had full access.
He stayed silent, not helping yet, not wanting to make it worse, but something in his gut twisted seeing how frustrated you looked trying so hard for him.
Yami exhaled through his nose in half sigh, half decision.
Without warning, he slowly fixed his position to sit more properly.
Then he slowly spread his legs in relaxed manner and patted the space right in front of him – the mattress between their legs.
"Sit here." His voice was low and calm, no teasing this time.
"There...?" You blink flustered. "Is that okay?"
Yami nodded once firmly, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Yeah. That's okay."
He kept his face neutral, but his eyes held something steady and patient. Like he knew exactly what you were thinking and he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.
So he just waited, back straight despite injuries, shoulder slightly turned toward you.
You slowly and carefully sat between his spread legs, your eyes wandering nervously not sure where to linger. You sat on your heels.
"Good like this...?"
Yami didn’t move a muscle when she settled between. The tension radiating off you in quiet little waves, the way those eyes darted everywhere but at him.
He stayed perfectly still, shoulders relaxed, hands resting on his thigh giving slow nod.*
"Good."
The candlelight cast long shadows across the room, softening the hard lines of his face. Just a quiet focus on the girl in front of him. Making sure she felt safe enough to do what was needed.
With hyperfocus you started putting stitches around the injury with such skillful precision Yami didn't even feel any pain.
You were almost done, just one more to finish up but it was difficult to reach. You shifted slightly, side brushing against his thigh making you flinch and move away not wanting him to get a wrong idea of you.
"Forgive me captain. Just one more..." you lifted yourself a bit reaching there, pressing slightly against him.
The moment you did that, pressing slightly against his chest, shoulder nudging his as you stretched to reach the final spot, the warmth of her, the proximity, it suddenly hit even a man like Yami, how intimate it was.
He swallowed hard, silent motion in a throat suddenly dry.
"Its fine," he murmured, barely above a whisper. You still weren't fully satisfied. To perfect it to getting even closer was needed but that'd mean pracitally sitting in his lap.
And Yami seemed to read exactly that thought in your mind. Saw the conflict in your eyes and the quiet frustration of wanting to do it perfectly, but knowing that meant crossing a line. His hands slowly slid from his thighs and hovered slightly at his sides, waiting.
You noticed the move immediately and looked him in the eyes searching for answer, maybe permission.
Yami held your gaze, no smirk nor teasing glint. His dark brown eyes, usually lazy with sarcasm, were now gently roaming over you in a way he rarely let anyone see. His expression said everything, giving you a silent invitation.
You nodded and with hesitation drapped your leg over his thigh, hips slowly and lightly resting against it as you began to finish the job.
The second you settled Yami’s breath hitched just slightly.
So close that he could feel the slight rise and fall of your chest with each tiny exhale, the faint pressure of the weight on him
His hands still hovering at first, slowly lowered onto the mattress behind for balance. Not touching you, respecting space. But he couldn't deny, he enjoyed having you like this. To the point he almost regretted not getting beaten up worse just to make a moment like this last longer.
The moment the needle slipped through for the final stitch, Yami noticed how much of an amazing job you've done
And when you exhaled that soft sigh of relief,shoulders relaxing, breath finally steadying, he almost smiled. But he didn’t move yet. Not wanting to scare you away or make things awkward after you just been so close and trusting sitting in his lap like it was nothing while fixing him up with delicate hands.
So he stayed still observing the tiny pride in your eyes.
"Feeling all good now, captain?"
"Mmm, yeah" he hummed lowly "there's one more thing I need to feel even better, though."
You tilted your head at him.
"What would that be?"
"Stay in my lap a bit longer"
And this time you didn't need to think twice to follow your captain's order. Remaining in this intimate position for a bit longer.
tags: Yami Sukehiro x reader, sfw, intimate, oneshot, captain x subordinate
summary: putting bandages on his ridiculously bulked up body isn't the easiest task
The mission you received from the Wizard King himself turned out to be treacherous and harrowing. Nevertheless it wasn't possible to fail an assigned task with Yami himself in your two member party. It wasn't your first mission with your captain but it certainly was the first time you've seen him so beaten up and bleeding.
His face betrayed no pain, just his usual calm expression standing in contrast to the wounds on his chest. He walked his steady usual pace in front of you complaining about how much of a drag this mission is and how he's gonna kick Julius' butt after you come back to the capital. Yet you couldn't help but worry despite him answering to your question that he's totally fine.
He stopped by his room and turned your way unbothered scratching the back of his head.
"Well, I guess I need someone to treat all of that after all"
You nodded approvingly, glad he's taking it a bit more seriously. He opened the door and gestured with his head to come in.
"In captain's room...?" You asked carefully.
"Where else, idiot" he gruffed letting you in.
The rooms of some falling into ruin inn you two were staying in were crapmed and narrow, lacking space to move freely. Decision to stay in such was driven by Black Bulls limited budget and, well, the fact that Yami spent most of it on gambling.
"Sit down, please" you asked him and kneeled down beside the bag where basic medical kit was packed in.
With a quiet grunt he lowered himself on the bed that creaked under his weight, while his eyes lazily tracked your movements. You prepared a bucket with water and a damp towel approaching him.
"I'll first clean it for you. Is that alright...?" You asked for permission to get closer, not wanting to cross any line.
"Yeah, go ahead" he responded nonchalantly, his attention more focused on your pink tinted cheeks and slightly trembling hands rather than your words.
You gulped realizing you need to lift his shirt up first. With hesitation you cautiously lifted his shirt enough to expose bruises on his abdomen. With every last shred of will you possessed you tried to keep your face steady not to reveal your embarrassment. You had to stay professional.
"Captain... I'll need you to take it off completely" you asked him shyly.
Yami raised his eyebrows, as if it was something obvious from the start and he was just waiting for you to say it.
You could see a playful glint in his eyes which made you acknowledge that he won't make it easy for you.
"Ah... But I'm so tired and injured I don't know if I can do it myself" he teased in a mocking tone.
You gave him a pleading look but the man wouldn't give in easily. Exhaling softly to calm yourself down you pulled his shirt up and up through his arms which turned out to be more difficult to imagine due to size of his body. You stumbled and if you didn't regain your balance in time, you'd surely land right on his chest. Slight smirk tugged on his face seeing your adorable struggles.
You stepped back to scan the revealed view with your eyes. Exposed skin marked by battle, bruises along his ribs, a shallow cut near his hip and dried blood smeared across his abdomen. And perfectly toned body as if he was some ancient god.
No deep wounds but enough damage to make any normal person wince. Yet Yami seemed completely unbothered.
You took the damp cloth and attentively wiped the remaining blood from his skin. Warm water, soft pressureand your careful hands moving with quiet focus, cleaning each wound like he was something fragile. Something Yami wasn't much used to.
A muscle in his jaw twitched while observing you. It felt oddly comforting and soothing, enough to make him lay back against the pillows. He seemed to be relaxing while you struggled hard to focus just on the job.
With each swipe of the towel, the dirt disappeared and reveal more of his toned skin and muscles. Your palm repeatedly met his abs under it, feeling it up through the cloth. Sharp contours seemed to be almost stretching his skin.
Your heart began to thump so loudly you were afraid he could hear it.
A relieved sigh espaced your mouth when you were done with the first part. But so far it was the easiest one.
Now the tricky part – bandages. You pulled them out of the kit unfolding some while trying to estimate how much of it would be needed to wrap around his ridiculously broad chest.
You proceeded to put the white cloth over him and Yami noticed immediately.
The way your hands fumbled slightly trying to stretch the bandage over his chest, but it kept riding up or slipping sideways because of how his size. You were physically unable to reach both from one point to another nor hold it steady in one place and your patient wasn't eager to help. Quite the opposite, he was really enjoying himself while teasing the poor you. Whenever you were close to tying the two ends together he purposely flexed his absurdly huge muscles. You tried to play it cool focusing on the task but your cheeks burned, breath unwillingly quickened, eyes tracing his twitching muscles like hypnotized.
You exhaled in frustration and annoyance and stopped holding back, moving even closer to finally get it done. Your arms widely spread, your cheek almost pressed to his pecs as you shut your eyes and worked your fingers behind his back to tie a knot.
"This a part of the treatment too? Getting hugs?" He huffed in playful, low tone that sent a tiny shiver down your spine. You were practically hugging him in this position.
"Stupid thing isn't long enough" you mumbled avoiding his gaze as you pulled back.
Without a word, he slowly lifted one massive arm and rested it behind his head, shifting just enough to give you better access and less bulk to work around. He finally had some mercy.
"How can one be even built like this" you continued your little complaints while working, which Yami found utterly endearing.
His shoulder were so wide and thick that beneath his skin you could clearly feel every subtle tension of flexing muscle twitching against your fingers as you wrapped the white cloth over there.
"Ridiculously bulked up shoulders... how is it possible" once again you muttered more to yourself with a voice barely above a whisper, laced with that quiet annoyance and awe.
He finally exhaled, a low, rumbling sound, and turned his head slightly toward yours when you finished tying it off. Your faces were inches apart now, close enough to see every fleck in your eyes under candlelight.
"You complainin’?" He teased with smirk that lingered with lazy amusement.
"You could say so" you retorted, trying to hide the fact that you enjoyed the views.
"Should be happy your captain ain't built like a stick. You seen Jack?" He snorted mockingly recalling the image of his rival.
You blushed intensely with a loud gulp. So he noticed after all.
A small chuckle escaped your lips at his dissing tone and pride he held for his muscles.
"You're right, I should be appreciating you more, captain."
"Yeah, that's right" he nodded in approval "You still haven't seen the real thing, though" he said as his biceps tightened in obvious demonstration of effects of his work outs and battles. The bandages held onto their dear life eventually strained against the tension of his body just to finally slip loose.
"Captain!" You exclaimed dramatically, shoulders slumped helplessly.
"Whoops" he snorted in a tone indicating it was pretty much intentional.
"Stop doing it on purpose! At this point you can treat yourself!"
"Oh come on, admit you like looking."
"See?" Told ya."
A wide grin bloomed on his face at your reaction. After relentless teasing and inconveniences Yami caused you, you managed to pull the bandages again properly into their place.
You exhaled glad the work is done and admired it from the distance. Then your eyes came across a slightly deeper wound right under his collarbone.
"That one will need sewing..."
"Tch, leave it alone. It's fine"
"Yeah, right, I suppose big unhealed wounds are so manly and appealing" you rolled your eyes showing him a slight attitude.
Yami let out an exasperated sigh scratching the back of his head.
"Alright, ma'am, do what you need"
You reached for necessary tools from the medical kit, soon noticing that the injury is in a rather hard to access spot.
Yami watched you struggle with a quiet intensity, your brow furrowing, shifting from one awkward position to another as you tried to find the good angle.
Sitting beside him? You'd need to twist too much. Between his legs? Impossibl, you’d have to practically crawl over him, besides that's inappropriate. Kneeling in front? Not quite right either.
"There...?" You blink flustered. "Is that okay?"
The spot on his collarbone was tricky, a sloped curve of bone and muscle, hard to reach unless you were at just the right height and had full access. He stayed silent, not helping yet, not wanting to make it worse, but something in his gut twisted seeing how frustrated you looked trying so hard for him. Yami exhaled through his nose in half sigh, half decision. Without warning, he carefully fixed his position to sit more properly. Then he slowly spread his legs in relaxed manner and patted the space right in front of him – the mattress between their legs. "Sit here." His voice was low and calm, no teasing this time.
Yami nodded once firmly, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Yeah. That's okay."
He kept his face neutral, but his eyes held something steady and patient. Like he knew exactly what you were thinking and he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.
So he just waited, back straight despite injuries, shoulder slightly turned toward you. You slowly and carefully sat between his spread legs, your eyes wandering nervously not sure where to linger. You sat on your heels.
"Good like this...?"
"Good."
Yami didn’t move a muscle when she settled between. The tension radiating off you in quiet little waves, the way those eyes darted everywhere but at him.He stayed perfectly still, shoulders relaxed, hands resting on his thigh giving slow nod.
You were almost done, just one more to finish up but it was difficult to reach. You shifted slightly, side brushing against his thigh making you flinch and move away not wanting him to get a wrong idea of you.
The candlelight cast long shadows across the room, softening the hard lines of his face. Just a quiet focus on the girl in front of him. Making sure she felt safe enough to do what was needed. With hyperfocus you started putting stitches around the injury with such skillful precision Yami didn't even feel any pain.
"Forgive me captain. Just one more..." you lifted yourself a bit reaching there, pressing slightly against him.
"Its fine," he murmured, barely above a whisper. You still weren't fully satisfied. To perfect it to getting even closer was needed but that'd mean pracitally sitting in his lap.
The moment you did that, pressing slightly against his chest, shoulder nudging his as you stretched to reach the final spot, the warmth of her, the proximity, it suddenly hit even a man like Yami, how intimate it was. He swallowed hard, silent motion in a throat suddenly dry.
And Yami seemed to read exactly that thought in your mind. Saw the conflict in your eyes and the quiet frustration of wanting to do it perfectly, but knowing that meant crossing a line. His hands slowly slid from his thighs and hovered slightly at his sides, waiting.
"Feeling all good now, captain?"
You noticed the move immediately and looked him in the eyes searching for answer, maybe permission. Yami held your gaze, no smirk nor teasing glint. His dark brown eyes, usually lazy with sarcasm, were now gently roaming over you in a way he rarely let anyone see. His expression said everything, giving you a silent invitation.
You nodded and with hesitation drapped your leg over his thigh, hips slowly and lightly resting against it as you began to finish the job. The second you settled Yami’s breath hitched just slightly.
So close that he could feel the slight rise and fall of your chest with each tiny exhale, the faint pressure of the weight on him. His hands still hovering at first, slowly lowered onto the mattress behind for balance. Not touching you, respecting space. But he couldn't deny, he enjoyed having you like this. To the point he almost regretted not getting beaten up worse just to make a moment like this last longer.
The moment the needle slipped through for the final stitch, Yami noticed how much of an amazing job you've done. And when you exhaled that soft sigh of relief,shoulders relaxing, breath finally steadying, he almost smiled. But he didn’t move yet. Not wanting to scare you away or make things awkward after you just been so close and trusting sitting in his lap like it was nothing while fixing him up with delicate hands. So he stayed still observing the tiny pride in your eyes.
"Mmm, yeah" he hummed lowly "there's one more thing I need to feel even better, though."
You tilted your head at him.
"What would that be?"
"Stay in my lap a bit longer"
And this time you didn't need to think twice to follow your captain's order. Remaining in this intimate position for a bit longer.
Tags: sanji x reader, wci!sanji, during wci, fluff, bit angst, comfort, confession, one shot
Summary: sanji finally decided to accept luffy's help but you two still didn't have a chance to talk properly
After the bath at Capone Bege's castle you were given new fresh clothes and a room for yourself to rest. It felt a bit too vast and empty.
In this whole fervor of needing to plan the grand escape and prepare for the fight, you merely managed to exchange relieved looks and small smiles with Sanji.
It's not exactly how you imagined your reunion with him. For the past few days when you were feeling anxious, when you worried for him so much you felt tight knot in your chest making you physically ill at times, you created scenarios in your mind where you fall into his arm and hug him tightly, tell him he's safe. There were still so many questions unanswered.
You sat on the edge of the king sized bed a bit overwhelmed with the sudden silence. You debated for a good minute if it wouldn't be better to join Nami and the others in different room. But you didn't want to wander around the unknown castle in your current state. It has only hit you just now how emotionally drained you were. Not to mention the lethal exhaustion haunting your muscles after so many fights.
You flopped onto the the mattress staring at the ceiling. Tomorrow you'll need to face Big Mom and stop the wedding. Somehow making it out alive. The scale of the stunt you all were gonna perform during the ceremony was too great for your mind to grasp it in such a short time.
Heaviness settled over your eyelids, narrowing the vision. You were slowly drifting off when a sudden knock on the door pulled you out of your daze. Wondering who could it have been at this hour you trudged toward the door, limbs heavy, thoughts blurred by fatigue.
You opened it slowly revealing the familiar figure standing behind it.
"Sanji..." you whispered more to yourself as if to make sure he's really right in front of you.
He struggled to look you in the eyes, keeping his gaze low, head slightly bowed weighed down by guilt and unspoken emotions.
"Can I... Come in...?"
Without hesitation you stepped aside helding the door for him. Once he found himself inside, you shut the door holding your breath as if relishing the fact that he's finally here, finally safe, finally within reach. He won't slip away again, he will talk to you.
Both of you remained silent for a while, gazes drifting aimlessly.
You decided to break the silence.
"Sanji... I need to tell you something" you gulped, squeezing your trembling hands together.
The man looked at you with so much concern and worry noticing your tremor of unease that you felt your heart aching with even bigger love.
"First, let me..." he stilled you with a hesitant step forward, as if afraid that even the gentlest movement might make you slip away. "Apologize." He choked those words out. Because he could not find the right ones to make up for the anxiety and fear his missing brought you. "I've caused you so much stress and I... I didn't want..." He buried his face in his hands, unable to continue.
You approached him, slowly reaching out to caress his cheek. You missed the familiar roughness of his stubble, the way it brushed against your fingertips.
"Please don't apologize" you spoke up with voice meant to soothe and console. "If anything... I should be the one to apologize. For not being here earlier. For making you wait in such place."
Sanji gulped being on the verge of tears as his shaky hand cupped yours that rested on his face.
"I don't deserve you" his lips twisted into fragile smile, heavy with sadness yet warmed by relief and love.
"My dear, truth is that no one deserves you and your kind heart" your responded "Not pudding, not your family, not even me."
You smiled and spoke up again after a moment to lighten up the mood.
"Turns out you're a literal prince of some super-kingdom" you chuckled softly "I don't think I deserve such honor of breathing next to you."
Sanji also laughed faintly through his silent sobs, the tension slowly easing.
"I don't want to be a prince. All I want is to be a cook on the Thousands Sunny. And your and yours only personal cook" he added, lightly squeezing your hand he refused to let go off just yet.
Your heart skipped a beat at his sincere declaration, suddenly missing his dishes more than ever.
"So what were you about to tell me, mellorine?" He gently held your other hand too, your fingers intertwining with his reflexively. You took a deep breath and lead him to sit with you at the edge of the bed. It was a now or never situation. To finally confess your deepest feelings.
"Sanji, tomorrow we... we will face Big Mom and her pirates, your evil family and who knows what else..." you started with distress that pained Sanji. "Of course I believe we can get you back, I will risk my life for it and... No, that's exactly why... There's so many things that could possibly go wrong. I need to tell you this now in case I won't be able to in the future."
The man listened to you attentively moving slightly closer as if wanting to give you more courage and reassurance by his presence.
"I love you" you managed to get those words pass your throat and look him in the eyes. You were nervous but you were so confident of your love for him your gaze didn't waver.
The moment those words left your lips, Sanji felt his world turning upside down. A ragged sound tearing from his throat as he crushed you against him. His entire body trembled with the force of it, forehead dropping onto your shoulder like he'd just receive the greatest blessing.
"I love you too. More than my life, more than anything. "
Despite wanting to keep your emotion under control, hearing such confession your vision began getting blurry as you pressed him further into the embrace, one hand rubbing his back in comfort, the other tangling into his blonde locks. Reassuring him, showing him he's safe with you here now.
"I'm yours" He repeated back in a wrecked murmur, voice thick with unshed tears of his own. "Only ever yours." One hand slid into your hair while the other pressed firmly between your shoulder blades, holding you so close there wasn’t an inch left. You were his universe.
The way you held him, so tender yet strong in your support, it soothed a wound that recent events left on Sanji's heart. He melted against you, all his built-up tension, guilt, and worry slowly drifting away under the heat of your comfort.
And the feeling of your hands on him made him feel so secure. He had missed your touch so much. It was so familiar, feeling like home itself.
He inhaled deeply, finding reassurance in the scent of your skin.
"Can we... spend the night together...?" You asked shyly gripping his shirt instinctively. With a hint of desperation in your voice because you truly couldn't bear being away from him right now.
A tender smile bloomed on Sanji's lips. He could practically read your mind, knowing well that your offer had only purest intentions.
"Of course. All I want right now is to lay down and hold onto you till the sun raises."
Fragile smile, softened by intimacy tugged on your face as you got up and turned the bright light off leaving only a few scented candles on. Suddenly the vast room seemed so cozy with the setting and him here.
He then took your hand and slowly led you over to the bed. You both settled beneath the blankets with a quiet sigh drawn by the warmth of each other.
The sight of you closing your eyes, relaxing in his arms, was like a balm on Sanji's guilt-ridden heart. He took a moment just to breathe in the scent of you again, to relish in the weight of you against him.
His eyes tracked over your entire face, taking in every detail and storing it in his memory as the most precious moment. He slowly lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle,almost reverent kiss to your knuckles.
"Goodnight, my angel"
The way you continued to soothe him, rubbing his back, running your fingers through his hair, it was a reminder of your presence, your love, and it grounded him more than any words ever could.
"Goodnight, my dear prince"
He leaned into you even more, closing his eyes as a soft sigh escaped him. He was still clinging to you, his arms wrapped tightly around your body, as if he was afraid you might disappear the second he let go.
And for the first time since he stepped his foot on the Whole Cake island, he slept in peace.
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Tags: sanji x reader, wci!sanji, during wci, fluff, bit angst, comfort, confession, one shot
Summary: sanji finally decided to accept luffy's help but you two still didn't have a chance to talk properly
After the bath at Capone Bege's castle you were given new fresh clothes and a room for yourself to rest. It felt a bit too vast and empty.
In this whole fervor of needing to plan the grand escape and prepare for the fight, you merely managed to exchange relieved looks and small smiles with Sanji.
It's not exactly how you imagined your reunion with him. For the past few days when you were feeling anxious, when you worried for him so much you felt tight knot in your chest making you physically ill at times, you created scenarios in your mind where you fall into his arm and hug him tightly, tell him he's safe. There were still so many questions unanswered.
You sat on the edge of the king sized bed a bit overwhelmed with the sudden silence. You debated for a good minute if it wouldn't be better to join Nami and the others in different room. But you didn't want to wander around the unknown castle in your current state. It has only hit you just now how emotionally drained you were. Not to mention the lethal exhaustion haunting your muscles after so many fights.
You flopped onto the the mattress staring at the ceiling. Tomorrow you'll need to face Big Mom and stop the wedding. Somehow making it out alive. The scale of the stunt you all were gonna perform during the ceremony was too great for your mind to grasp it in such a short time.
Heaviness settled over your eyelids, narrowing the vision. You were slowly drifting off when a sudden knock on the door pulled you out of your daze. Wondering who could it have been at this hour you trudged toward the door, limbs heavy, thoughts blurred by fatigue.
You opened it slowly revealing the familiar figure standing behind it.
"Sanji..." you whispered more to yourself as if to make sure he's really right in front of you.
He struggled to look you in the eyes, keeping his gaze low, head slightly bowed weighed down by guilt and unspoken emotions.
"Can I... Come in...?"
Without hesitation you stepped aside helding the door for him. Once he found himself inside, you shut the door holding your breath as if relishing the fact that he's finally here, finally safe, finally within reach. He won't slip away again, he will talk to you.
Both of you remained silent for a while, gazes drifting aimlessly.
You decided to break the silence.
"Sanji... I need to tell you something" you gulped, squeezing your trembling hands together.
The man looked at you with so much concern and worry noticing your tremor of unease that you felt your heart aching with even bigger love.
"First, let me..." he stilled you with a hesitant step forward, as if afraid that even the gentlest movement might make you slip away. "Apologize." He choked those words out. Because he could not find the right ones to make up for the anxiety and fear his missing brought you. "I've caused you so much stress and I... I didn't want..." He buried his face in his hands, unable to continue.
You approached him, slowly reaching out to caress his cheek. You missed the familiar roughness of his stubble, the way it brushed against your fingertips.
"Please don't apologize" you spoke up with voice meant to soothe and console. "If anything... I should be the one to apologize. For not being here earlier. For making you wait in such place."
Sanji gulped being on the verge of tears as his shaky hand cupped yours that rested on his face.
"I don't deserve you" his lips twisted into fragile smile, heavy with sadness yet warmed by relief and love.
"My dear, truth is that no one deserves you and your kind heart" your responded "Not pudding, not your family, not even me."
You smiled and spoke up again after a moment to lighten up the mood.
"Turns out you're a literal prince of some super-kingdom" you chuckled softly "I don't think I deserve such honor of breathing next to you."
Sanji also laughed faintly through his silent sobs, the tension slowly easing.
"I don't want to be a prince. All I want is to be a cook on the Thousands Sunny. And your and yours only personal cook" he added, lightly squeezing your hand he refused to let go off just yet.
Your heart skipped a beat at his sincere declaration, suddenly missing his dishes more than ever.
"So what were you about to tell me, mellorine?" He gently held your other hand too, your fingers intertwining with his reflexively. You took a deep breath and lead him to sit with you at the edge of the bed. It was a now or never situation. To finally confess your deepest feelings.
"Sanji, tomorrow we... we will face Big Mom and her pirates, your evil family and who knows what else..." you started with distress that pained Sanji. "Of course I believe we can get you back, I will risk my life for it and... No, that's exactly why... There's so many things that could possibly go wrong. I need to tell you this now in case I won't be able to in the future."
The man listened to you attentively moving slightly closer as if wanting to give you more courage and reassurance by his presence.
"I love you" you managed to get those words pass your throat and look him in the eyes. You were nervous but you were so confident of your love for him your gaze didn't waver.
The moment those words left your lips, Sanji felt his world turning upside down. A ragged sound tearing from his throat as he crushed you against him. His entire body trembled with the force of it, forehead dropping onto your shoulder like he'd just receive the greatest blessing.
"I love you too. More than my life, more than anything. "
Despite wanting to keep your emotion under control, hearing such confession your vision began getting blurry as you pressed him further into the embrace, one hand rubbing his back in comfort, the other tangling into his blonde locks. Reassuring him, showing him he's safe with you here now.
"I'm yours" He repeated back in a wrecked murmur, voice thick with unshed tears of his own. "Only ever yours." One hand slid into your hair while the other pressed firmly between your shoulder blades, holding you so close there wasn’t an inch left. You were his universe.
The way you held him, so tender yet strong in your support, it soothed a wound that recent events left on Sanji's heart. He melted against you, all his built-up tension, guilt, and worry slowly drifting away under the heat of your comfort.
And the feeling of your hands on him made him feel so secure. He had missed your touch so much. It was so familiar, feeling like home itself.
He inhaled deeply, finding reassurance in the scent of your skin.
"Can we... spend the night together...?" You asked shyly gripping his shirt instinctively. With a hint of desperation in your voice because you truly couldn't bear being away from him right now.
A tender smile bloomed on Sanji's lips. He could practically read your mind, knowing well that your offer had only purest intentions.
"Of course. All I want right now is to lay down and hold onto you till the sun raises."
Fragile smile, softened by intimacy tugged on your face as you got up and turned the bright light off leaving only a few scented candles on. Suddenly the vast room seemed so cozy with the setting and him here.
He then took your hand and slowly led you over to the bed. You both settled beneath the blankets with a quiet sigh drawn by the warmth of each other.
The sight of you closing your eyes, relaxing in his arms, was like a balm on Sanji's guilt-ridden heart. He took a moment just to breathe in the scent of you again, to relish in the weight of you against him.
His eyes tracked over your entire face, taking in every detail and storing it in his memory as the most precious moment. He slowly lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle,almost reverent kiss to your knuckles.
"Goodnight, my angel"
The way you continued to soothe him, rubbing his back, running your fingers through his hair, it was a reminder of your presence, your love, and it grounded him more than any words ever could.
"Goodnight, my dear prince"
He leaned into you even more, closing his eyes as a soft sigh escaped him. He was still clinging to you, his arms wrapped tightly around your body, as if he was afraid you might disappear the second he let go.
And for the first time since he stepped his foot on the Whole Cake island, he slept in peace.
tags: yami sukehiro x fem!reader, captain x subordinate, fluff, comfort, yami taking care of reader, love confession, oneshot
summary: reader often suffers from migraines which result in sleepless nights. Yami's always there to take care of her
You were an ice mage, a powerful one. Every spell you cast shimmered with raw, crystalline power, bending frost and snow to your will. Yet the more magic you wielded, the weaker you became after, as if your very essence was being leeched away. When the battle ended, your body would betray you: freezing aches crawling through your bones, and migraines that struck like jagged shards of ice behind your eyes. Everything until you recovered again and warmed yourself enough to function properly again.
Another sleepless night caused by an awful migraine. You wandered through the corridors of Black Bulls headquarters, deciding to head outside for a walk not to wake anyone up. But someone was already up.
"Tch. That headache again?" You heard deep, familiar voice of your captain.
"Ah, captain..." you looked down intimidated currently by his strong presence, when he found you at your weakest, wearing only light pajamas.
Yami steps closer, the glow from his cigarette briefly lighting the sharp concern in his eyes before he flicks it away. He tilts your chin up with two fingers, rough, but careful.
"You're ice-cold again. You pushed too hard, yesterday" he exhaled scratching the back of his head. "Should’ve said somethin’ earlier."
He shrugs off his tattered cloak and drapes it over your shoulders, warmth clinging to the fabric from his body heat.
"C'mon. We’re gettin’ you warm before you turn into a damn popsicle." A smirk tugs at his stubbled jaw. "Wouldn’t look good if my strongest mage froze solid on my watch."
You smiled with gratitude and nodded, surrendering to his lead and putting yourself under his care. Yami nudges your shoulder with his as he guides you toward the kitchen, boots thudding lazily against the floorboards.
"Next time, just wake me up. I’ll brew tea, light a fire… whatever it takes to keep that head of yours from crackin’ open." He said in his usual nonchalant tone.
The man tosses a dry log into the stove and sparks a flame with his lighter, after a split second igniting warmth.
"...And no more midnight escapes. All my mages should be in their rooms sleeping by 11" he added with that slight hint of unserious exaggeration whenever he joked around.
You let out a small chuckle, at this child-like treatment. You were far older than newer recruits like Asta and Noelle, your age was closer to Yami's, yet sometimes his caring nature made him treat you like a needy kid.
Your cheeks flushed a little under impression of his words. So warm, so familiar, so caring contrasting with his brutal nature.
"You're way too good to me, captain" you muttered softly, slightl playfulness lingering in your voice.
"Don't be gettin’ soft on me now."
Yami avoids your gaze for a moment, poking at the fire making sure it burns hit enough to provide warmth for you. The light dances over his stubble, his messy black hair, hiding the faint twitch of his lips.
"Someone’s gotta keep you from turnin’ into an ice statue" he throws another log in the flames. "You'd definitely look good standing like that in living room but I prefer you warm and alive"
He grabs a chipped mug from the shelf, one that survived daily black bulls shenanigans, and pours steaming water over dried tea leaves.
"Here." He shoves it into your hands, voice gruff but warm. "Drink up till the last drop. Captain's orders."
"Yes, captain" you took the cup from him, warming your frigid hands. A sip of steaming beverage made pleasant warm spread through your body. You moved to the couch taking a seat.
"Good. Now stay there." He commanded.
Yami stomps over to the supply cabinet, yanking out a thick blanket, threadbare at the edges but still warm from being stashed near a heating charm. He tosses it at you without finesse.
You returned him his cloak and wrapped yourself in a soft blanket. Your face flushed with relief and comfort as you settled comfortably sipping more of the warm aromatic drink.
"Wrap up. I saw you shiver just now."
He leans against the counter, arms crossed, watching as steam curls from your mug as if to make sure it's still warm enough even though he just brewed it.
"You are making me worried, though" he grumbled his eyebrows furrowing slightly "It's been happening more often lately. I'm feeling like if I don't watch over you, you might freeze to death.
You look down, eyes stuck on your forearms where little ice crystals lingered, not sure how to respond. Your power was a double edged sword, fierce and brave on the battle ground but making you feeble and frail after.
Yami drags a chair over with his foot—sitting too close, knees almost bumping into yours. He fishes out another cigarette but doesn’t light it yet, just flicks the unlit end between his fingers.
"If you don't inform your captain about those side effects... I might put you in detention."
You look up at him with a gaze that explained more than words. Uncertainty, vulnerability, plead for understanding.
He leans in, voice dropping to a gravelly murmur.
"Or I could start expectin’ you to need this every night?Or maybe you want me to just stick around and make sure ya don't freeze solid on principle?"
You hear that teasing in his voice again making you less nervous about the situation.
You let out a soft exhale with a weak smile. "I don't think it's a secret that I like when you take care of me, captain. Those migraines....are seriously unbearable. But you make me suffer less each time you help me out."
"Mhm."
Yami glances away again, lighting his cigarette, corner of his lips almost curling into something that could look like a smile.
After a moment of silence when you focused on your tea and Yami on his cigarette, his hand reaches out to rest against your forehead, his palm shockingly warm compared to the ice of your skin.
"Still freezin’," he grumbles. "C'mon. Lie down."
He waits till you finish the last sip and shoves a spare pillow against the armrest, urging your head to move with a light nudge. You obediently flopped on the couch, your body that felt heavy at the moment landing there with a thud.
"Atta girl."
Yami's hand lingers on your brow for half a second too long, calloused and rough, but almost too gentle, then it pulls away spread the blanket over your shoulders, fixing the pillow under your sore head.
"Better?"
He moves to sit on the edge of the couch, weight dipping the cushion. It places him close enough that you can smell tobacco.
“Much better,” you exhaled, contentment easing into your chest. The smell of cigarettes was strangely comforting.
"Good."
Yami relaxes, leaning back against the armrest. One foot rests on the coffee table, the other on the floor, legs spread wide and relaxed, taking up too much room. But you didn't mind at all. It felt oddly domestic with both of them being just themselves.
"Gotta say…" he mutters, flicking the cigarette between his knuckles.
"Hm, what is it, captain?" You shift your head to look up at him.
"Nothin'."
Yami glances down at you, one eyebrow raised like you caught him mid-thought. The corner of his mouth twitches—half smirk, half something quieter.
"Just thinkin’… I'm damn lucky you joined my squad"
He leans back further, folding his arms behind his head.
"You're a bit of pain in ass but I ain’t complainin’."
His voice drops low again—teasing, but laced with something warmer than smoke and fire.
"I'm lucky I was chosen" you let your eyes flutter shut feeling warmer each minute. "I wouldn't have it any other way. I have best mates and... couldn't wish for a better captain"
"If being best captain means sittin’ here watchin’ you sleep like some creep? Hell, I’ll take it."
You couldn't help but chuckle softly at his remark.
"I don't mind being watched over by you like that, captain. It makes me feel safe" you admitted sincerely.
"Is that so…"
Yami exhales slow, eyes narrowing as he watches you. His smirk lazy smirk tugging on his mouth.
He shifts, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, eyes locked with yours.
"You really mean that… don't ya? You feel safe, with me watchin'."
His eyes flicker with something warm, something unexpectedly tender.
You extended your hand and carefully took the cigarette from him, inhaling the smoke as if savouring it, before placing it back in his grasp. “Yes,” you murmured, a faint, fond smile touching your mouth. "I mean it."
Yami looks away with a huff. The cigarette is halfway to his mouth, forgotten as he stares at the opposite wall, too aware of your touch still lingering on his hand, the feeling of your gaze.
"You don't play fair" he flicks your forehead.
The words come out grumbled, half-obscured by the cigarette shoved between his lips. His free hand reaches to rub a thumb against your knuckles, as an excuse to check your body temperature – still cold, but no longer frozen.
Yami lets out a huff, not quite a sigh, but close. "Jus' couldn't sleep. Got up, thought I'd have a smoke. Wasn't expectin' to find ice-princess headin' outside in the middle of the night."
He exhales another stream of smoke. It curls against the dim light of the room, wrapping around his sharp features.
"You're not overworking yourself, are you, captain?" You asked softly opening your eyes a little, observing the dancing fire across the room.
"Me? Nah."
Yami leans back, scratching his stubble with a rough hand. His voice is steady, but there’s a flicker in his eyes, like he’s not exactly telling the truth and knows you can see it.
"Just… been hearin’ things. Movements near the border. Nobles actin’ sketchy again, like always."
He taps ash into an ashtray at coffee table, gaze fixed on the grey powder.
"And… well." He lowers his voice slightly. "Someone's gotta watch over my team when they're too insufferable."
His eyes slide to you.
You look up at him meeting his gaze
"Next time I'll return the favor. I'll let you relax and take a break. Paper work, watching over the squad, anything."
Yami snorts, blowing out a stream of smoke. He seems about to argue, but then pauses, eyes narrowing as he studies you.
"You're serious, aren't you."
It's not a question. His smirk returns, but it's not his usual sly grin, something softer, deeper.
"You'd really try to take care of me, huh."
"Only if you’d permit it,"you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Mm. We'll see about that."
Yami huffs and ashes the cigarette into the tray again. The room falls silent for a spell, quiet, but not uncomfortable. He remains where he is, close enough to feel the heat from your body.
His eyes rake over you again, this time slower, thoughtful. It's hard to read his expression like this, like he's battling something inside himself.
His thumb rubs feather light circles against your knuckles, not quite realizing he's doing it, a gesture so unlike him.
You savoured the faint warmth of his touch, letting it dissolve the frost you carried, heat seeping gently into her skin. “I do care. Very much,” you murmured. "Besides…"A small smile curved your lips. "Every man needs a woman’s guiding hand at some point."
Yami lets out a short, sharp laugh, half surrender. He shakes his head, stubble scratching against the back of his hand as he rubs it across his mouth.
He leans in just slightly—close enough that the light from the fire catches the glint in his dark eyes.
"You tryin' to fix me now?"
His voice drops low—teasing at first but with something warmer underneath.
"...Might be too late for that."
His fingers brush a loose strand of hair from your forehead as you tilt your head trying to read the meaning of his words.
"Captain’s already been taken, you know."
"Taken?"
Your eyes widened in a shock as you gripped the blanket, hoping maybe you misunderstood.
"Yeah."
Yami's eyes stay locked with yours, dark, intense. Smoke curls again from the forgotten cigarette between his fingers, as he leans closer, the couch shifting under his weight.
"Taken, as in…"
His thumb brushes against your cheek—light, like a whisper. He's close enough that your breath mingles, warm and heavy.
"Taken by a cold ice-princess who doesn't even realise she's stolen my damn heart by now."
"Wha—" you parted your lips, but no words came. Your wide eyes searched his, firelight flickering in their depths. You looked shocked, stunned even, yet something fragile and hopeful still lingered in your gaze.
"Surprised?"
Yami's smirk is back, but softer than usual—more teasing than sharp. His thumb brushes against your cheek again, tracing along the contour of your jaw. His voice remains low, almost a whisper.
"Shouldn't be. Not a secret I’ve been wantin' you for a while now."
He leans in even further, breath mingling again.
"And I don't plan on lettin' anyone else have you."
You pushed herself up, clutching the blanket to your chest as if it could steady you. “Are you… serious?” The words came out fragile, almost disbelieving. Hope fluttered uneasily in your chest, bright and terrifying all at once, because a moment ago, he had seemed so far beyond your reach.
"Damn straight."
Yami huffs, watching you sit upright with something between amusement and intensity in his eyes. The blanket slips slightly, but he reaches up to fix it, fingers grazing your shoulder through the fabric.
"Never been more certain of anything."
He holds your gaze, steady and unflinching.
You gulped, trembling under the weight of his words, your thoughts reeling. “Yeah…I mean...” The word barely left your lips. “I wouldn’t mind being yours, captain.” You drew a shaky breath. “Truth is… I think I’ve wanted that for a very long time.”
"Good. We are on the same page then"
Yami's lips twisted into a smirk again, his hand shifting to rest on your shoulder. The touch was gentle, rough fingertips drawing lazy circles on your skin. It was an easy-going gesture, but it held a possessive undercurrent.
You shifted closer, clinging to him, your arms looping around his strong one, as if holding on to more than just his body. Finally, you let yourself lean in, letting the nearness you’d longed for wash over you.
A low, almost pleased noise escaped him as you closed the distance. After a while he shifted, wrapping his arm around you and tugging you closer, the blanket wrapped around the two of you. He smelled like smoke, warm and bitter
"Damn," he muttered against your skin, voice low and gruff. "You're still freezing for my liking"
"In this position…” you exhaled softly, a shiver running through you. “I’ll get warm pretty soon.” you felt yourself melting into him, surrendering to the heat of the moment.
"Hah… that so?"
Yami chuckles—low and rough, vibrating against your neck where his face still rests. His grip tightens, pulling you even closer until there's no space left between you. The heat of his body seeps through the blanket, burning away the cold like a slow-spreading flame.
"Mm. Guess you’re right."
He lifts his head just enough to look at you, eyes half-lidded, voice thick with something warm and lazy.
Your eyes locked on his, warm, tender, and full of quiet fondness. Ever since joining the squad, you had admired Yami from afar. You had been his right hand, steadfast and loyal. And now you finally get what you yearned for.
Yami’s voice dropslow, when he says your name, like he’s holding back something.
His fingers slide up to cradle the side of your face, calloused thumb brushing over your cheekbone as he studies you.
"I’ve been watchin" you since day one, you know. You were always truly impressive"
You gasped softly, hear beating just faster at his heartfelt confession.
"You fought like hell just to prove yourself here, even when no one else gave a damn. And I…" He smirks faintly. "I liked that fire in you."
He leans in until his forehead rests against yours, a gesture surprisingly affectionate and tender.
"But now?" His voice is barely above a whisper. "Now, you're more than just that.
You're my woman."
And for once he says it soft.
“Captain’s woman…” you breathed, unable to believe it, your pulse hammering in your chest, cheeks burning. “It’s… an honor.” Every word trembled with awe and something tender you could hardly contain.
You tilted your head slightly, heart hammering against your ribs. The firelight danced across his face, highlighting the faint curve of a smile you hadn’t dared to imagine.
Your hands rose almost instinctively, resting against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your fingers. He leaned in, slow, deliberate, giving you every moment to pull away, but you didn’t.
When your lips finally met, it was gentle at first, a tentative brush that sent shivers down your spine. Then, as if every doubt, every restraint melted away, the kiss deepened, soft, lingering, full of unspoken confessions. You pressed closer, letting yourself sink into the warmth of him, into the reality you had longed for.
Tags: Levi x fem!reader, oneshot, canonverse, fluff, guitarist reader
Concept: every night outside the walls, by the campfire you entertain your comrades with your guitar and voice, distracting them from the struggles of the mission. Levi slowly warms up to your melody.
A/N: tribute to one of my favorite aot osts, I just love this song so much
The fire crackled low, painting everyone’s faces in shifting gold. The day had been merciless as every single one outside the walls; blood, sweat, twisted limbs and groans of pain. The soldiers sat heavy-limbed, heads down, the morales lower than usual. That's where your role begins.
You quickly walked over to the cart with equipment and clambered onto it. You searched through the gas bottles, leather straps and food rations until you found the case of your guitar. A small smile lingered on your lips as you picked it up and jumped off back to the ground. With confident steps you approached the campfire and took your seat on the ground. A few groans turned into smiles the moment your fingers brushed the strings. The soldiers were ready for your little show.
The first notes cut through the silence, tentative at first, then steady. Comrades started humming, swaying in their seats. The rhythm gradually increasing as they started clapping their hands. A sense of warmth, not just from the fire, settled over them, pulled together by the shared melody.
You finished theatrically throwing your hand in the air with a wide grin. Everyone applauded you. You loved that no matter what rank one had, all of them enjoyed your music equally.
"That was amazing! We want more, right guys?!" Hange exclaimed encouraging others.
"That's right!"
"Sing something for us!" Petra smiled brightly at you.
"Yes, let us hear your voice" Nifa joined in and soon the rest was cheering for you and you didn't need to be asked more.
"Alright" you fixed the guitar in your lap. "This one is called Reluctant Heroes. I wrote it having you all in my mind. Whenever i sing it I can see the Survey Corps soldiers it belongs to. Young, trembling, and yet standing firm, because bravery sometimes means nothing more than stepping forward even when you are afraid."
Your declaration raised the anticipation further more. Your voice followed the sound of the strings, clear and strong, carrying words that spoke of fear and bravery, of reluctant heroes rising again despite everything.
The younger soldiers swayed with the rhythm, some humming along as they were in awe getting to know veterans' little before bed musical ritual. You were a huge comfort to all of the inexperienced ones that were afraid for their lives more than anyone else. The weight of the day seemed to lift; the air felt lighter, the fire warmer.
The song was somehow mournful, but not hopeless. The melody pulsing steadily like a heartbeat, the lyrics unfold like a confession of fear, longing, regret, and the reluctant courage that is born only when all other choices are gone.
"Cause nobody wants to die too faaast!" Hange caught up on the lyrics and now was yelling at the top of their lungs.
"Squad leader, you're yelling so loud you could wake the titans up!" Moblit tired to calm them down as others followed with laughter and joined in.
Your flickering with joy eyes wandered around, admiring your comrades' reactions to your music, your chest filled with pride. Finally your gaze landed on him, finding him somewhere in the back as always.
Levi sat apart from the loud group, sharpening a blade, making sure it's perfectly clean and deadly enough. He didn’t look up at first, though his hands stilled when you reached the chorus. After that a part when you put the most of your feelings in came. You were looking in his direction as you inhaled silently and sang out.
Song for the reluctant heroes, oh give me your strength, our life is so short
His eyes finally met yours. At first seeming like a coincidence but neither of you broke the contact.
Song for the reluctant heroes, I wanna be brave like you
In your shiny eyes that reflect the flames he saw longing and sincerity. He felt the meaning threaded into your lyrics, not shouted but offered, fragile and deliberate.
Your chest tightened with unexplainable feeling hoping this momentary, weak thread that connected you wasn't just your imagination. As if you caught some kind of understanding between just the two of you.
Your gaze was forced to leave him as cheering and dancing soldiers appeared right on front of you, Levi disappearing from your sight. A little chuckle left your lips interrupting the flow of your song but everyone found it endearing. You continued singing with unmatched energy, even the most hardened veterans finding their shoulders shaking from laughter. And then you played another song, and next one and so on.
Levi now was sitting closer, surrounded by his squad, unbothered by the joyous chaos. But when a joke landed and the whole circle burst into laughter, his lips twitched, just once, almost too quick to see. That tiny, fleeting crack in his armor sent another wave of laughter through the group, louder than before, because nothing felt better than making their captain almost smile.
As usual, you finished your show with calmer, lullaby-like ballads putting everyone into peaceful slumber. You rested the guitar across your knees, fingers still tingling from the last chord. Levi was still sitting across the dying flames. He usually disappeared into secluded area after the others settled. But when you looked up, he was still there, his eyes were half-lidded, unreadable, but he wasn’t polishing blades or checking gear. Just watching.
"You’re good at this." His low voice broke the silence. "Keeping them together."
Your throat tightened. Praise from Levi was rare. Especially that initially he was heavily against it all, finding bringing a guitar outside the walls stupid. You ducked your head, brushing your thumb along the guitar’s worn wood.
"I just… don’t want them to forget there’s more than fighting. Even if it only lasts a night."
"Don't you think it's like fooling yourself? Distracting yourself for a moment from brutal reality" he asked as if he himself wasn't convinced to this concept.
"I think that every survived night is worth celebrating. Us, as Scouts... We never know when we're gonna die, isn't it right, captain?"
A slight blush creeped up your cheeks when you realized how mushy your words might have sounded in his ears. Levi nodded slowly, his eyes not leaving the campfire.
"You should get some rest" he finally spoke up after a moment of silence.
"So should you, captain" you countered gently.
He stood up and brushed off his cloak. As he passed you, he rested a hand, brief and light touch on your shoulder. Then before walking away Levi tossed back one more quiet line.
"Keep playing. They need it."
You watched him go, your chest warm in a way the fire couldn’t match.
You lifted the mood and gave hope to a lot of soldiers. But you wanted to break Levi's shield as well and help him, just a tiny bit.
♬𝄞 ♪
Next night you didn't fail to fulfill your duty either. The day was tough also for you. There's been at least four moments when you thought it's really over for you. Your hands were still slightly shaking unable to calm down but you didn't want to stop playing. The strings of your guitar carried a softer, more gentle melody tonight as if you tried to calm yourself even more than other soldiers. But that didn't mean the night by campfire was any less enjoyable. Not when Nanaba forced Miche to slow dance with her throughout entire piece you played.
After a few more song you noticed your voice started to crack. You asked for a short break and coughed a little testing your vocal cords that got strained not only from your singing but also yelling all day along during expedition. You swallowed with difficulty and let out a silent exhale, your fingers lingering on your throat.
"Have this"
You turned your head to the side to see Levi reaching out a cup of warm tea towards you.
"Captain..." you took the cup in both of your hands with a grateful smile. "Thank you"
Each sip of the aromatic liquid brought more relief and warmed you up inside. Levi stood by as if he wanted to make sure you'll drink every last drop of it.
"Take it easy" he commanded in less way authoritative voice than usually. You know that's how he shows he cares.
You decided to preserve your voice and focus only on playing guitar for the time being. A few songs later most of the squad was asleep, bodies cocooned in cloaks, lost to exhaustion. You'd nearly nodded off yourself when the faint scrape of boots pulled you from drowsiness.
Levi was awake, again. You never actually seen him sleep, not a single time. You wondered how your captain even looked like in a relaxed state.
He sat near the edge of camp, back against a tree, eyes fixed on nothing. His posture was rigid, shoulders tense, though his movements were subtle enough the others never noticed. You grabbed your guitar and padded quietly over, careful not to wake anyone.
"You’re still awake, captain"
"Great observation skills. Might put you on the watch next time to make sure nothing will attack us"
You couldn't help but chuckle silently as you sit nearby.
"May I?" You made sure he's fine with your presence. Levi gave you an allowing nod.
"You should be asleep. Tough day tomorrow" he stated calmly.
"Do you ever rest captain?" You asked with sincerity in your voice and a little smile to encourage him to voice more of his thoughts.
"Sometimes I do" he replied bluntly.
"I've never seen you rest. Means it's not enough"
Levi scoffed and looked into opposite direction.
"You're way too young and inexperienced to be worrying about me, brat"
And he probably was right. You weren't the greatest soldier, you managed to survive this long due to skillfully avoiding titans and thoroughly fulfilling your higher ups' orders. The entire time in Survey Corps you killed one, maybe two titans. That's why you played with such determination, wanting to be useful in other way.
"I'm restless" he picked up the topic after a while. "Can't have a good sleep"
You set the guitar across your lap, fingers brushing the strings.
"Then let me help."
Levi didn’t respond at first, just gave you a look that hovered between suspicion and curiosity. Finally, he muttered, "Do what you want."
Taking that as permission, you began to play. Not the rousing tunes for the squad, not the bittersweet battle songs, but something softer, a softer version of the song you played last night. Your voice was low, warm, carrying through the quiet night.
It was like a nightmare
It's painful for me
Because nobody wants to die too fast
Remember the day of grief
Now it's strange for me
I could see your face
I could hear your voice
At first, Levi sat as he always did; stiff, guarded, hands folded loosely over his knees. But as the melody wound on, his eyes softened, his shoulders eased, head tilted slightly back against the tree trunk.
From my heart, song for the reluctant heroes...
You glanced at him between verses. His gaze had slipped from the horizon to the firelight, then lower, lids heavy. For the first time since you’d known him, he looked… at peace.
By the time the song ended, his breathing had steadied. His eyes were closed, his expression unguarded in a way she doubted anyone else would ever see.
You let the last note fade, setting the guitar down carefully. For a moment, she just watched him, heart aching at the rare sight of him finally resting.
Leaning closer, you whispered, almost afraid to break the spell.
"Goodnight, my dearest Reluctant Hero."
He didn’t stir, just breathed deeply, cloak shifting slightly with the rhythm of his chest.
You pulled your own cloak tighter and stayed beside him, keeping watch so that for once he didn’t have to.
Tags: Levi x fem!reader, oneshot, canonverse, fluff, guitarist reader
Concept: every night outside the walls, by the campfire you entertain your comrades with your guitar and voice, distracting them from the struggles of the mission. Levi slowly warms up to your melody.
A/N: tribute to one of my favorite aot osts, I just love this song so much
The fire crackled low, painting everyone’s faces in shifting gold. The day had been merciless as every single one outside the walls; blood, sweat, twisted limbs and groans of pain. The soldiers sat heavy-limbed, heads down, the morales lower than usual. That's where your role begins.
You quickly walked over to the cart with equipment and clambered onto it. You searched through the gas bottles, leather straps and food rations until you found the case of your guitar. A small smile lingered on your lips as you picked it up and jumped off back to the ground. With confident steps you approached the campfire and took your seat on the ground. A few groans turned into smiles the moment your fingers brushed the strings. The soldiers were ready for your little show.
The first notes cut through the silence, tentative at first, then steady. Comrades started humming, swaying in their seats. The rhythm gradually increasing as they started clapping their hands. A sense of warmth, not just from the fire, settled over them, pulled together by the shared melody.
You finished theatrically throwing your hand in the air with a wide grin. Everyone applauded you. You loved that no matter what rank one had, all of them enjoyed your music equally.
"That was amazing! We want more, right guys?!" Hange exclaimed encouraging others.
"That's right!"
"Sing something for us!" Petra smiled brightly at you.
"Yes, let us hear your voice" Nifa joined in and soon the rest was cheering for you and you didn't need to be asked more.
"Alright" you fixed the guitar in your lap. "This one is called Reluctant Heroes. I wrote it having you all in my mind. Whenever i sing it I can see the Survey Corps soldiers it belongs to. Young, trembling, and yet standing firm, because bravery sometimes means nothing more than stepping forward even when you are afraid."
Your declaration raised the anticipation further more. Your voice followed the sound of the strings, clear and strong, carrying words that spoke of fear and bravery, of reluctant heroes rising again despite everything.
The younger soldiers swayed with the rhythm, some humming along as they were in awe getting to know veterans' little before bed musical ritual. You were a huge comfort to all of the inexperienced ones that were afraid for their lives more than anyone else. The weight of the day seemed to lift; the air felt lighter, the fire warmer.
The song was somehow mournful, but not hopeless. The melody pulsing steadily like a heartbeat, the lyrics unfold like a confession of fear, longing, regret, and the reluctant courage that is born only when all other choices are gone.
"Cause nobody wants to die too faaast!" Hange caught up on the lyrics and now was yelling at the top of their lungs.
"Squad leader, you're yelling so loud you could wake the titans up!" Moblit tired to calm them down as others followed with laughter and joined in.
Your flickering with joy eyes wandered around, admiring your comrades' reactions to your music, your chest filled with pride. Finally your gaze landed on him, finding him somewhere in the back as always.
Levi sat apart from the loud group, sharpening a blade, making sure it's perfectly clean and deadly enough. He didn’t look up at first, though his hands stilled when you reached the chorus. After that a part when you put the most of your feelings in came. You were looking in his direction as you inhaled silently and sang out.
Song for the reluctant heroes, oh give me your strength, our life is so short
His eyes finally met yours. At first seeming like a coincidence but neither of you broke the contact.
Song for the reluctant heroes, I wanna be brave like you
In your shiny eyes that reflect the flames he saw longing and sincerity. He felt the meaning threaded into your lyrics, not shouted but offered, fragile and deliberate.
Your chest tightened with unexplainable feeling hoping this momentary, weak thread that connected you wasn't just your imagination. As if you caught some kind of understanding between just the two of you.
Your gaze was forced to leave him as cheering and dancing soldiers appeared right on front of you, Levi disappearing from your sight. A little chuckle left your lips interrupting the flow of your song but everyone found it endearing. You continued singing with unmatched energy, even the most hardened veterans finding their shoulders shaking from laughter. And then you played another song, and next one and so on.
Levi now was sitting closer, surrounded by his squad, unbothered by the joyous chaos. But when a joke landed and the whole circle burst into laughter, his lips twitched, just once, almost too quick to see. That tiny, fleeting crack in his armor sent another wave of laughter through the group, louder than before, because nothing felt better than making their captain almost smile.
As usual, you finished your show with calmer, lullaby-like ballads putting everyone into peaceful slumber. You rested the guitar across your knees, fingers still tingling from the last chord. Levi was still sitting across the dying flames. He usually disappeared into secluded area after the others settled. But when you looked up, he was still there, his eyes were half-lidded, unreadable, but he wasn’t polishing blades or checking gear. Just watching.
"You’re good at this." His low voice broke the silence. "Keeping them together."
Your throat tightened. Praise from Levi was rare. Especially that initially he was heavily against it all, finding bringing a guitar outside the walls stupid. You ducked your head, brushing your thumb along the guitar’s worn wood.
"I just… don’t want them to forget there’s more than fighting. Even if it only lasts a night."
"Don't you think it's like fooling yourself? Distracting yourself for a moment from brutal reality" he asked as if he himself wasn't convinced to this concept.
"I think that every survived night is worth celebrating. Us, as Scouts... We never know when we're gonna die, isn't it right, captain?"
A slight blush creeped up your cheeks when you realized how mushy your words might have sounded in his ears. Levi nodded slowly, his eyes not leaving the campfire.
"You should get some rest" he finally spoke up after a moment of silence.
"So should you, captain" you countered gently.
He stood up and brushed off his cloak. As he passed you, he rested a hand, brief and light touch on your shoulder. Then before walking away Levi tossed back one more quiet line.
"Keep playing. They need it."
You watched him go, your chest warm in a way the fire couldn’t match.
You lifted the mood and gave hope to a lot of soldiers. But you wanted to break Levi's shield as well and help him, just a tiny bit.
♬𝄞 ♪
Next night you didn't fail to fulfill your duty either. The day was tough also for you. There's been at least four moments when you thought it's really over for you. Your hands were still slightly shaking unable to calm down but you didn't want to stop playing. The strings of your guitar carried a softer, more gentle melody tonight as if you tried to calm yourself even more than other soldiers. But that didn't mean the night by campfire was any less enjoyable. Not when Nanaba forced Miche to slow dance with her throughout entire piece you played.
After a few more song you noticed your voice started to crack. You asked for a short break and coughed a little testing your vocal cords that got strained not only from your singing but also yelling all day along during expedition. You swallowed with difficulty and let out a silent exhale, your fingers lingering on your throat.
"Have this"
You turned your head to the side to see Levi reaching out a cup of warm tea towards you.
"Captain..." you took the cup in both of your hands with a grateful smile. "Thank you"
Each sip of the aromatic liquid brought more relief and warmed you up inside. Levi stood by as if he wanted to make sure you'll drink every last drop of it.
"Take it easy" he commanded in less way authoritative voice than usually. You know that's how he shows he cares.
You decided to preserve your voice and focus only on playing guitar for the time being. A few songs later most of the squad was asleep, bodies cocooned in cloaks, lost to exhaustion. You'd nearly nodded off yourself when the faint scrape of boots pulled you from drowsiness.
Levi was awake, again. You never actually seen him sleep, not a single time. You wondered how your captain even looked like in a relaxed state.
He sat near the edge of camp, back against a tree, eyes fixed on nothing. His posture was rigid, shoulders tense, though his movements were subtle enough the others never noticed. You grabbed your guitar and padded quietly over, careful not to wake anyone.
"You’re still awake, captain"
"Great observation skills. Might put you on the watch next time to make sure nothing will attack us"
You couldn't help but chuckle silently as you sit nearby.
"May I?" You made sure he's fine with your presence. Levi gave you an allowing nod.
"You should be asleep. Tough day tomorrow" he stated calmly.
"Do you ever rest captain?" You asked with sincerity in your voice and a little smile to encourage him to voice more of his thoughts.
"Sometimes I do" he replied bluntly.
"I've never seen you rest. Means it's not enough"
Levi scoffed and looked into opposite direction.
"You're way too young and inexperienced to be worrying about me, brat"
And he probably was right. You weren't the greatest soldier, you managed to survive this long due to skillfully avoiding titans and thoroughly fulfilling your higher ups' orders. The entire time in Survey Corps you killed one, maybe two titans. That's why you played with such determination, wanting to be useful in other way.
"I'm restless" he picked up the topic after a while. "Can't have a good sleep"
You set the guitar across your lap, fingers brushing the strings.
"Then let me help."
Levi didn’t respond at first, just gave you a look that hovered between suspicion and curiosity. Finally, he muttered, "Do what you want."
Taking that as permission, you began to play. Not the rousing tunes for the squad, not the bittersweet battle songs, but something softer, a softer version of the song you played last night. Your voice was low, warm, carrying through the quiet night.
It was like a nightmare
It's painful for me
Because nobody wants to die too fast
Remember the day of grief
Now it's strange for me
I could see your face
I could hear your voice
At first, Levi sat as he always did; stiff, guarded, hands folded loosely over his knees. But as the melody wound on, his eyes softened, his shoulders eased, head tilted slightly back against the tree trunk.
From my heart, song for the reluctant heroes...
You glanced at him between verses. His gaze had slipped from the horizon to the firelight, then lower, lids heavy. For the first time since you’d known him, he looked… at peace.
By the time the song ended, his breathing had steadied. His eyes were closed, his expression unguarded in a way she doubted anyone else would ever see.
You let the last note fade, setting the guitar down carefully. For a moment, you just watched him, heart aching at the rare sight of him finally resting.
Leaning closer, you whispered, almost afraid to break the spell.
"Goodnight, my dearest Reluctant Hero."
He didn’t stir, just breathed deeply, cloak shifting slightly with the rhythm of his chest.
You pulled your own cloak tighter and stayed beside him, keeping watch so that for once he didn’t have to.
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Tags: Levi Ackerman x fem!reader, sfw, worshipping Levi and his beauty
Summary: you're in a state of deep admiration for your captain. honestly, I just needed to get off my chest how stunning this man is.
You admired Levi Ackerman. But not just as your captain that every single soldier looked up to. Of course his strength was a part of it. But instead of viewing him as your higher up you saw him as an epitome of art. And sitting on the opposite side of the room, eyes glued to him unable to look away, you felt like admiring a sculpture or a painting in museum. You admired him the way one admires art, not with desire, but with reverence.
It was hard to believe that Levi Ackerman is a human made of flesh and bones like every other person sitting here now, eating their meal and chatting cheerfully. And yet at the same time he looked less like a human and more like a living monument to strength and loss.
When he sat there in his cold elegance, surrounded by noisy soldiers, it felt as if the air itself held its breath in his presence.
The beauty he possessed, it was not just seen but felt with every fiber of one's being. You rested your chin on your hands, spacing out while your eyes studied his features carefully, ignoring all the noises and surroundings.
Sad beauty that moved your soul. It was not loud, nor radiant, more of silent — subtle in a way that aches. The hypnotizing look of his cold eyes that have seen too much yet still carry gentleness, cold eyes with depth of sorrow, hiding so many unspoken feelings and sensations. And despite all of that, that warm gentleness in them, as if his good, warm heart finds it's way there to show itself.
Mouth that never smiles but softens, presence shaped by pain yet refined into grace.
Sad beauty that is heavy with untold stories, with deafening silence making you wonder. Beauty that does not beg to be admired, yet it demands reverence simply by existing.
His face, his sharp jaw line seemed carved by grief and discipline both, every line marked by a life that had taken more than it ever gave. His slim nose almost like sculptured, matching so perfectly with the rest of his features creating breathtaking face harmony.
When he sat back there calmly sipping his tea instead of alcohol, the stillness felt louder than movement, the way sorrow carves depth into him that no fleeting joy could ever match.
Levi’s beauty was the kind you didn’t admire in passing, it caught you, held you, and haunted you. Beauty of resilience, of pain endured and dignity preserved, of someone who had seen the world at its ugliest and still stood, unbowed.
You adored him ever since the day you laid your eyes on him for the first time. But you never dared to get closer to him. It was like with work of art in a gallery, you could only watch it from the distance.
So untouchable, out of reach, yet mesmerizing. In a way, so enigmatic, always making you ponder what is he thinking about. Was he listening to soldiers talking about their mundane activities, was he rethinking the past, maybe remembering someone. Or was his mind painfully blank trying to dismiss all those memories.
And there was his voice.
When Levi spoke in the quiet rhythm of everyday life, his voice is was low and even, carrying the kind of calm that doesn’t need to be raised to be heard. It isn’t warm in the way of softness, but there’s a subtle gentleness in it, a restraint that keeps his sharpness from cutting when it isn’t needed. His voice in these moments is almost soothing, a quiet presence. And you could listen to him talk all day, to that unique sound no other man could ever possess.
But when he gives orders, his voice transforms. The gentleness disappears, replaced by steel. It sharpens, precise and commanding, leaving no room for hesitation. The weight of authority is woven into his tone, and every word falls like a blade. Decisive, unquestionable, and impossible to ignore. It’s a voice that cuts through fear and doubt, that steadies those who hear it because of its certainty. In those moments, his voice is not just sound, but force unwavering. A force that'd make you follow him into the hell pit if he commanded you to. Voice that made you obey any order in blink of an eye.
Humanity's Strongest whose fighting style was unique, precise and elegant just like Levi himself. No place for mistakes, for messy cuts, everything was sharp and calculated with inhumane precision. And at the same time so devastatingly brutal. The sound of his blades was like a lethal music to your ears.
You spent many nights on extra practice trying to mimic his movements but nothing was effective enough. Just as if all those moves were owned by him and him only, distinctive, designed only for that kind of body, that kind of mind no one else could even wish for.
With months passing by, you slowly began to climb the ladder of hierarchy in the Survey Corps, becoming one of the most skilled soldiers. That allowed you to sometimes sit close to Levi. You didn't speak much in his presence. You relished the blissful silence, you didn't mind. There was something comforting in this cold distance. The bond between you two didn't seem warm but Levi trusted you, with your skills, your readiness to take action and your discipline.
Occasionally he'd refill your glass with warm tea without a word. Sometimes you'd receive a short, but genuine praise.
Daydreaming about your captain became your favorite thing to do in free time. You couldn't stop your mind from wandering off to him again and you found comfort in that. Now was also one of those moments, except your fatigue made you drift away for way too long. Before you even registered that, Levi walked over and stood right in front of you.
“You've been staring for so long” he said blankly, towering over you who was leaning on the table.
You felt a slight warmth coating your cheeks when you found yourself unable to answer.
“You look like you're struggling to take a shit.” he grunted. “Maybe cleaning the hallway will help you”
Your lips parted in further lack of words and when your brain processed his line you couldn't help but chuckle.
Maybe Levi Ackerman was a human after all. But even this human-like part of him was incredibly enchanting.
Tags: Levi Ackerman x fem!reader, sfw, worshipping Levi and his beauty, oneshot
Summary: you're in a state of deep admiration for your captain. honestly, I just needed to get off my chest how stunning this man is.
You admired Levi Ackerman. But not just as your captain that every single soldier looked up to. Of course his strength was a part of it. But instead of viewing him as your higher up you saw him as an epitome of art. And sitting on the opposite side of the room, eyes glued to him unable to look away, you felt like admiring a sculpture or a painting in museum. You admired him the way one admires art, not with desire, but with reverence.
It was hard to believe that Levi Ackerman is a human made of flesh and bones like every other person sitting here now, eating their meal and chatting cheerfully. And yet at the same time he looked less like a human and more like a living monument to strength and loss.
When he sat there in his cold elegance, surrounded by noisy soldiers, it felt as if the air itself held its breath in his presence.
The beauty he possessed, it was not just seen but felt with every fiber of one's being. You rested your chin on your hands, spacing out while your eyes studied his features carefully, ignoring all the noises and surroundings.
Sad beauty that moved your soul. It was not loud, nor radiant, more of silent — subtle in a way that aches. The hypnotizing look of his cold eyes that have seen too much yet still carry gentleness, cold eyes with depth of sorrow, hiding so many unspoken feelings and sensations. And despite all of that, that warm gentleness in them, as if his good, warm heart finds it's way there to show itself.
Mouth that never smiles but softens, presence shaped by pain yet refined into grace.
Sad beauty that is heavy with untold stories, with deafening silence making you wonder. Beauty that does not beg to be admired, yet it demands reverence simply by existing.
His face, his sharp jaw line seemed carved by grief and discipline both, every line marked by a life that had taken more than it ever gave. His slim nose almost like sculptured, matching so perfectly with the rest of his features creating breathtaking face harmony.
When he sat back there calmly sipping his tea instead of alcohol, the stillness felt louder than movement, the way sorrow carves depth into him that no fleeting joy could ever match.
Levi’s beauty was the kind you didn’t admire in passing, it caught you, held you, and haunted you. Beauty of resilience, of pain endured and dignity preserved, of someone who had seen the world at its ugliest and still stood, unbowed.
You adored him ever since the day you laid your eyes on him for the first time. But you never dared to get closer to him. It was like with work of art in a gallery, you could only watch it from the distance.
So untouchable, out of reach, yet mesmerizing. In a way, so enigmatic, always making you ponder what is he thinking about. Was he listening to soldiers talking about their mundane activities, was he rethinking the past, maybe remembering someone. Or was his mind painfully blank trying to dismiss all those memories.
And there was his voice.
When Levi spoke in the quiet rhythm of everyday life, his voice was low and even, carrying the kind of calm that doesn’t need to be raised to be heard. It isn’t warm in the way of softness, but there’s a subtle gentleness in it, a restraint that keeps his sharpness from cutting when it isn’t needed. His voice in these moments is almost soothing, a quiet presence. And you could listen to him talk all day, to that unique sound no other man could ever possess.
But when he gives orders, his voice transforms. The gentleness disappears, replaced by steel. It sharpens, precise and commanding, leaving no room for hesitation. The weight of authority is woven into his tone, and every word falls like a blade. Decisive, unquestionable, and impossible to ignore. It’s a voice that cuts through fear and doubt, that steadies those who hear it because of its certainty. In those moments, his voice is not just sound, but force unwavering. A force that'd make you follow him into the hell pit if he commanded you to. Voice that made you obey any order in blink of an eye.
Humanity's Strongest whose fighting style was unique, precise and elegant just like Levi himself. No place for mistakes, for messy cuts, everything was sharp and calculated with inhumane precision. And at the same time so devastatingly brutal. The sound of his blades was like a lethal music to your ears.
You spent many nights on extra practice trying to mimic his movements but nothing was effective enough. Just as if all those moves were owned by him and him only, distinctive, designed only for that kind of body, that kind of mind no one else could even wish for.
With months passing by, you slowly began to climb the ladder of hierarchy in the Survey Corps, becoming one of the most skilled soldiers. That allowed you to sometimes sit close to Levi. You didn't speak much in his presence. You relished the blissful silence, you didn't mind. There was something comforting in this cold distance. The bond between you two didn't seem warm but Levi trusted you, with your skills, your readiness to take action and your discipline.
Occasionally he'd refill your glass with warm tea without a word. Sometimes you'd receive a short, but genuine praise.
Daydreaming about your captain became your favorite thing to do in free time. You couldn't stop your mind from wandering off to him again and you found comfort in that. Now was also one of those moments, except your fatigue made you drift away for way too long. Before you even registered that, Levi walked over and stood right in front of you.
“You've been staring for so long” he said blankly, towering over you who was leaning on the table.
You felt a slight warmth coating your cheeks when you found yourself unable to answer.
“You look like you're struggling to take a shit.” he grunted. “Maybe cleaning the hallway will help you”
Your lips parted in further lack of words and when your brain processed his line you couldn't help but chuckle.
Maybe Levi Ackerman was a human after all. But even this human-like part of him was incredibly enchanting.
Tags: Levi Ackerman x fem! reader, oneshot, canon verse, fluff, drunk reader, slight angst, comfort
Concept: You can't sleep so Levi decides to help you with it by getting you drunk.
It has been three days since the Scouts returned from the expedition. Meaning it has been two completely sleepless nights for you, and another one was just around the corner.
During the latest mission, your entire squad lost their lives. Saying you've been feeling terrible ever since would be an understatement.
Your body lagged behind your mind, every step heavy as if you were constantly climbing some tall mountain. You blinked hard, but it did nothing for the grit burning your blurry eyes. Two nights without sleep had left you strung between exhaustion and hysteria, caught in a world where nothing felt steady anymore.
Every time you tried to rest and closed your eyes, you saw them—your squadmates. Faces pale, eyes vacant, bodies still. No pulse, no breath, no heartbeat. Your mind has been filled with guilt, all the "what if"s, terrifying scenes.
You had to keep yourself constantly busy with physical effort. Otherwise you felt like your head was going to explode. Thoughts circled endlessly, repeating the same images or worries without resolution. Minutes feel stretched out or tangled together, as if one long moment.
When you arrived at the mess hall, it was silent, but not the kind of silence that brought peace. It was the quiet after grief, where everything around seemed to echo the memories you were trying not to relive.
You sat alone by the secluded table staring at the saggy meal in front of you. With sluggish movements you stired with spoon whatever was on your plate and forced yourself to swallow a bit. Your stomach was protesting but you needed to eat enough to keep yourself alive. After few more bites you lost the patience, feeling irritated and depressed all over again. You angrily slid the dish away and got up. With barely any energy left you walked forward towards the exit.
"Oi" you heard familiar voice from the table you were just passing.
"Good evening, captain" you muttered slightly bowing your head, not noticing him earlier.
"When was the last time you slept?" He immediately caught up on your state.
"Two...Or was it three days ago?" You ran your hand through your face "I can't remember. I'm fine, captain" you added quickly feeling his sharp glare on yourself.
"Cut that crap. You look as if a titan chewed and spat you out" he stated bluntly.
A bitter smile cradled on your lips at his honesty.
"Sit" he commanded, pointing the seat across his with a tilt of his head.
You sighed deeply and not daring to oppose, you flopped on the chair. You lowered your head the way your hair could at least slightly cover your pale, exhausted face and those awful eyebags.
Among the momentarily silence you heard a sound of liquid being poured and a cup brushing against the wooden surface of the table being slid your way. You raised your questioning gaze to meet Levi's. He's never been much of a drinker, yet he understood there are times in the Survey Corps that alcohol could be the only working medicine.
"I don't drink..." You muttered, feeling a bit guilty that you're refusing something captain offered.
"Good. Means it'll work faster in that case" he wouldn't relent.
Each time your comrades wanted to have a drink you always refused. The reason was that the wine served in military wasn't the best quality, the taste didn't sit right on your tongue and it made your head dizzy putting you in drunken state way faster than any other beverage. You avoided getting drunk not to be caught acting silly when your higher ups are looking.
You held the cup in both of your hands, glaring at the scarlet, slightly tempting beverage.
"I really... don't drink" you repeated, even more queitly this time, still unsure about this.
“I heard you the first time,” Levi replied. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “But you need something to shut your brain off. Wine works. Don’t make me pour it down your throat.”
Something in his harsh words and authoritative tone made you want to surrender and obey immediately.
Your fingers tightened on the cup. You sniffed it, it smelled heavier than you’d expected, bitter and almost metallic. Your stomach clenched in protest, but you tipped it back anyway.
The first mouthful burned all the way down, so hot it almost made your eyes water. You coughed hard, pressing the back of your hand to your mouth. Levi didn’t even blink just watched over you, waiting till you drink more. You took a second sip, smaller this time, but the taste was no kinder. But you really wanted it to start working as soon as possible so you greedily gulped more. Wanted the sharpness in your mind to fade, the haunting memories to dull. You coughed again.
"Slower" he commanded, voice firm yet with a hint of caring gentleness. It felt like you're a kid trying alcohol for the first time and Levi was trying to guide you through it.
You stretched your arm holding a cup for more. Without objections he poured another one.
"My incompetence killed them" your tongue loosened under the influence of alcohol. "I killed them"
Under normal circumstances you wouldn't dare to vent like this to your captain. But since he offered you this opportunity you couldn't hold back anymore.
"Don't say that. No one could predict the outcome" he denied your statements.
"I was so close..." You clenched your jaw, eyes shutting to stop the tears. "To slaughtering that titan. So close and yet..."
You angrily raised your cup forcing another sips. The heat bloomed in your chest, creeping up into your cheeks.
"It happens. All the time. You're not the one to blame" he said, his voice soothing and patient. "Don't do this to yourself. They wouldn't want to see you like this"
A comfortable silence lingered between you two after this, Levi pouring you more as soon as you emptied the mug again and again. You felt strange way of comfort around him, felt safe enough to let yourself be drunk in his presence, to show vulnerability. Your chest, lately so heavy with burden you thought might crush you, felt lighter, as if some invisible weight had slid off, the relentless loop of memory blurring at the corners. Your limbs tingled, not unpleasantly, as though the wine had softened the line between your body and the air around you. You exhaled a silent laugh you didn’t mean to, shaky but real.
"More..." You whined swaying in your seat. You started feeling not only funny, but finally sleepy.
Levi scanned you with his cold, careful eyes as if analyzing your state and lowered his eyelids acknowledging his way worked.
"That's enough" he concluded.
"But captain!" You slammed the table with both of your hands staring at him reproachfully. Your cup fell to the side spilling the remaining drops while Levi with his inhuman reflex caught it midair.
"Tch. You're making a mess" he scoffed putting the cup down on the table, far enough from you. "Go to bed. Now."
"With you?" You replied all blushy and giggly. "Gladly!"
His forehead furrowed, eyes narrowing in irritation. But he was responsible for your state after all.
"Without me. Go to bed." his harsh tone didn't allow any objections.
"That sucks" you let out a dramatic sigh trying to stand up but your legs felt so weak and ground so unstable you lost balance without even taking one step.
Levi reacted instantly, wrapping his strong arm firmly around your waist to put you back on your feet again.
"Careful" he gruffed and gripped your arms to stabilize you.
The sensation caused by too much alcohol began to increase its power leaving you oddly weightless, as if your body no longer belonged fully to you. You no longer had the depressing thoughts but in their place came an ache you couldn’t name, hollow, aching for something steady. Levi was still there, close enough to steady you if you slipped again.
You murmured something incoherent, the sound almost childlike, and without really thinking, you reached out. Your fingers brushed against his sleeve, tentative, searching. The fabric was rough beneath your hand, but his arm underneath was solid, real.
He glanced down at your hand, expression unreadable.
"You’re way too drunk," he said flatly.
"M-maybe" you hiccuped, your hand lingered as if letting go might send you tumbling back into the dark thoughts. For a moment, he didn’t move. Then, with a sigh that sounded more like resignation than irritation, he let you keep your hand where it was, even adjusting his stance so you could lean against him more comfortably.
"You can't stay here any longer" he retorted. "Can you walk on your own?"
You tried to walk and keep pace, but your steps were uneven, the floor feeling both too close and too far. With a silent scoff Levi came to the rescue walking beside you. Every so often, you’d list to one side, and Levi would tug you upright again without breaking stride.
Your barracks were way too far for him to lead you all the way there, besides he couldn't enter the female part, and leaving you alone would be too risky. He changed the direction to a different, certain place.
Halfway down the hall, your legs buckled again. Levi steadied you, but you shook your head, words tumbling out in a small exhale.
"Can’t… walk anymore."
"Tch." He crouched without another word, glancing back at you. “Get on.”
It took you a moment, clumsy and giggling under your breath, but you managed to drape yourself over his back. Your arms slipped around his shoulders, your cheek pressing against him with a sigh. Levi adjusted his grip beneath your knees and stood, carrying you the rest of the way without complaint.
You pressed closer to him instinctively, leaning into the warmth of his body as if it could anchor you against the spinning corridor. The steady, unshakable way he moved made you cling tighter, fingers curling lightly into the fabric of his coat. Each of his step rocking you gently like a peaceful rhythm your body had long been denied.
"That's not the way to my barracks, is it?" You asked confused, even when drunk, you could sense the direction is wrong.
"Yeah. We are going to a more quiet and most importantly cleaner place."
You swung your legs in anticipation looking around but you couldn't recognize those hallways. Levi’s scent clung faintly to him ー leather, earth, and the gentle trace of tea leaves. It wasn’t sweet, but it was grounding, pulling you back from the edge where her mind had been spinning for days. Perhaps the alcohol itself wasn't the thing helping you out here, it was almost like you reveled in his close presence, like getting drunk on him.
"Captain" you leaned in, your mouth closer to his ear as you spoke cheerfully yet softly at the same time. "I adore you. I really, reallyyy adore you."
"Don’t talk nonsense. And don’t drool on me." He scoffed, yet his voice was gentler than usual and you could've sworn you saw his ears getting in the shade of slight red.
By the time Levi opened the door to his room, you were nearly asleep on his back, your cheek brushing against his shoulder. He guided you to his bed and let you sink into it, your hand slipping reluctantly from his coat as you collapsed onto the blanket.
"Rest," he said simply but softly, pulling the blanket over you. "You really need it."
Your lips curved in the smallest, sleep-heavy smile. "Stay… close…" you whispered, expressing one more selfish wish, asking for one more bold favor before sobering up and needing to wake up to every day reality, without Levi so close.
Levi’s sigh was quiet, but he sat at his desk instead of leaving, his presence steady in the room as your breathing slowed into sleep.
Tags: Levi Ackerman x fem! reader, oneshot, canon verse, fluff, drunk reader, slight angst, comfort
Concept: You can't sleep so Levi decides to help you with it by getting you drunk.
It has been three days since the Scouts returned from the expedition. Meaning it has been two completely sleepless nights for you, and another one was just around the corner.
During the latest mission, your entire squad lost their lives. Saying you've been feeling terrible ever since would be an understatement.
Your body lagged behind your mind, every step heavy as if you were constantly climbing some tall mountain. You blinked hard, but it did nothing for the grit burning your blurry eyes. Two nights without sleep had left you strung between exhaustion and hysteria, caught in a world where nothing felt steady anymore.
Every time you tried to rest and closed your eyes, you saw them—your squadmates. Faces pale, eyes vacant, bodies still. No pulse, no breath, no heartbeat. Your mind has been filled with guilt, all the "what if"s, terrifying scenes.
You had to keep yourself constantly busy with physical effort. Otherwise you felt like your head was going to explode. Thoughts circled endlessly, repeating the same images or worries without resolution. Minutes feel stretched out or tangled together, as if one long moment.
When you arrived at the mess hall, it was silent, but not the kind of silence that brought peace. It was the quiet after grief, where everything around seemed to echo the memories you were trying not to relive.
You sat alone by the secluded table staring at the saggy meal in front of you. With sluggish movements you stired with spoon whatever was on your plate and forced yourself to swallow a bit. Your stomach was protesting but you needed to eat enough to keep yourself alive. After few more bites you lost the patience, feeling irritated and depressed all over again. You angrily slid the dish away and got up. With barely any energy left you walked forward towards the exit.
"Oi" you heard familiar voice from the table you were just passing.
"Good evening, captain" you muttered slightly bowing your head, not noticing him earlier.
"When was the last time you slept?" He immediately caught up on your state.
"Two...Or was it three days ago?" You ran your hand through your face "I can't remember. I'm fine, captain" you added quickly feeling his sharp glare on yourself.
"Cut that crap. You look as if a titan chewed and spat you out" he stated bluntly.
A bitter smile cradled on your lips at his honesty.
"Sit" he commanded, pointing the seat across his with a tilt of his head.
You sighed deeply and not daring to oppose, you flopped on the chair. You lowered your head the way your hair could at least slightly cover your pale, exhausted face and those awful eyebags.
Among the momentarily silence you heard a sound of liquid being poured and a cup brushing against the wooden surface of the table being slid your way. You raised your questioning gaze to meet Levi's. He's never been much of a drinker, yet he understood there are times in the Survey Corps that alcohol could be the only working medicine.
"I don't drink..." You muttered, feeling a bit guilty that you're refusing something captain offered.
"Good. Means it'll work faster in that case" he wouldn't relent.
Each time your comrades wanted to have a drink you always refused. The reason was that the wine served in military wasn't the best quality, the taste didn't sit right on your tongue and it made your head dizzy putting you in drunken state way faster than any other beverage. You avoided getting drunk not to be caught acting silly when your higher ups are looking.
You held the cup in both of your hands, glaring at the scarlet, slightly tempting beverage.
"I really... don't drink" you repeated, even more queitly this time, still unsure about this.
“I heard you the first time,” Levi replied. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “But you need something to shut your brain off. Wine works. Don’t make me pour it down your throat.”
Something in his harsh words and authoritative tone made you want to surrender and obey immediately.
Your fingers tightened on the cup. You sniffed it, it smelled heavier than you’d expected, bitter and almost metallic. Your stomach clenched in protest, but you tipped it back anyway.
The first mouthful burned all the way down, so hot it almost made your eyes water. You coughed hard, pressing the back of your hand to your mouth. Levi didn’t even blink just watched over you, waiting till you drink more. You took a second sip, smaller this time, but the taste was no kinder. But you really wanted it to start working as soon as possible so you greedily gulped more. Wanted the sharpness in your mind to fade, the haunting memories to dull. You coughed again.
"Slower" he commanded, voice firm yet with a hint of caring gentleness. It felt like you're a kid trying alcohol for the first time and Levi was trying to guide you through it.
You stretched your arm holding a cup for more. Without objections he poured another one.
"My incompetence killed them" your tongue loosened under the influence of alcohol. "I killed them"
Under normal circumstances you wouldn't dare to vent like this to your captain. But since he offered you this opportunity you couldn't hold back anymore.
"Don't say that. No one could predict the outcome" he denied your statements.
"I was so close..." You clenched your jaw, eyes shutting to stop the tears. "To slaughtering that titan. So close and yet..."
You angrily raised your cup forcing another sips. The heat bloomed in your chest, creeping up into your cheeks.
"It happens. All the time. You're not the one to blame" he said, his voice soothing and patient. "Don't do this to yourself. They wouldn't want to see you like this"
A comfortable silence lingered between you two after this, Levi pouring you more as soon as you emptied the mug again and again. You felt strange way of comfort around him, felt safe enough to let yourself be drunk in his presence, to show vulnerability. Your chest, lately so heavy with burden you thought might crush you, felt lighter, as if some invisible weight had slid off, the relentless loop of memory blurring at the corners. Your limbs tingled, not unpleasantly, as though the wine had softened the line between your body and the air around you. You exhaled a silent laugh you didn’t mean to, shaky but real.
"More..." You whined swaying in your seat. You started feeling not only funny, but finally sleepy.
Levi scanned you with his cold, careful eyes as if analyzing your state and lowered his eyelids acknowledging his way worked.
"That's enough" he concluded.
"But captain!" You slammed the table with both of your hands staring at him reproachfully. Your cup fell to the side spilling the remaining drops while Levi with his inhuman reflex caught it midair.
"Tch. You're making a mess" he scoffed putting the cup down on the table, far enough from you. "Go to bed. Now."
"With you?" You replied all blushy and giggly. "Gladly!"
His forehead furrowed, eyes narrowing in irritation. But he was responsible for your state after all.
"Without me. Go to bed." his harsh tone didn't allow any objections.
"That sucks" you let out a dramatic sigh trying to stand up but your legs felt so weak and ground so unstable you lost balance without even taking one step.
Levi reacted instantly, wrapping his strong arm firmly around your waist to put you back on your feet again.
"Careful" he gruffed and gripped your arms to stabilize you.
The sensation caused by too much alcohol began to increase its power leaving you oddly weightless, as if your body no longer belonged fully to you. You no longer had the depressing thoughts but in their place came an ache you couldn’t name, hollow, aching for something steady. Levi was still there, close enough to steady you if you slipped again.
You murmured something incoherent, the sound almost childlike, and without really thinking, you reached out. Your fingers brushed against his sleeve, tentative, searching. The fabric was rough beneath your hand, but his arm underneath was solid, real.
He glanced down at your hand, expression unreadable.
"You’re way too drunk," he said flatly.
"M-maybe" you hiccuped, your hand lingered as if letting go might send you tumbling back into the dark thoughts. For a moment, he didn’t move. Then, with a sigh that sounded more like resignation than irritation, he let you keep your hand where it was, even adjusting his stance so you could lean against him more comfortably.
"You can't stay here any longer" he retorted. "Can you walk on your own?"
You tried to walk and keep pace, but your steps were uneven, the floor feeling both too close and too far. With a silent scoff Levi came to the rescue walking beside you. Every so often, you’d list to one side, and Levi would tug you upright again without breaking stride.
Your barracks were way too far for him to lead you all the way there, besides he couldn't enter the female part, and leaving you alone would be too risky. He changed the direction to a different, certain place.
Halfway down the hall, your legs buckled again. Levi steadied you, but you shook your head, words tumbling out in a small exhale.
"Can’t… walk anymore."
"Tch." He crouched without another word, glancing back at you. “Get on.”
It took you a moment, clumsy and giggling under your breath, but you managed to drape yourself over his back. Your arms slipped around his shoulders, your cheek pressing against him with a sigh. Levi adjusted his grip beneath your knees and stood, carrying you the rest of the way without complaint.
You pressed closer to him instinctively, leaning into the warmth of his body as if it could anchor you against the spinning corridor. The steady, unshakable way he moved made you cling tighter, fingers curling lightly into the fabric of his coat. Each of his step rocking you gently like a peaceful rhythm your body had long been denied.
"That's not the way to my barracks, is it?" You asked confused, even when drunk, you could sense the direction is wrong.
"Yeah. We are going to a more quiet and most importantly cleaner place."
You swung your legs in anticipation looking around but you couldn't recognize those hallways. Levi’s scent clung faintly to him ー leather, earth, and the gentle trace of tea leaves. It wasn’t sweet, but it was grounding, pulling you back from the edge where her mind had been spinning for days. Perhaps the alcohol itself wasn't the thing helping you out here, it was almost like you reveled in his close presence, like getting drunk on him.
"Captain" you leaned in, your mouth closer to his ear as you spoke cheerfully yet softly at the same time. "I adore you. I really, reallyyy adore you."
"Don’t talk nonsense. And don’t drool on me." He scoffed, yet his voice was gentler than usual and you could've sworn you saw his ears getting in the shade of slight red.
By the time Levi opened the door to his room, you were nearly asleep on his back, your cheek brushing against his shoulder. He guided you to his bed and let you sink into it, your hand slipping reluctantly from his coat as you collapsed onto the blanket.
"Rest," he said simply but softly, pulling the blanket over you. "You really need it."
Your lips curved in the smallest, sleep-heavy smile. "Stay… close…" you whispered, expressing one more selfish wish, asking for one more bold favor before sobering up and needing to wake up to every day reality, without Levi so close.
Levi’s sigh was quiet, but he sat at his desk instead of leaving, his presence steady in the room as your breathing slowed into sleep.
tags: Levi Ackerman x female reader, postwar! Levi, canon verse, headcanons, fluff
Concept: You and Levi open a small tea shop after the war
After the war, when you and Levi finally settled, an idea of owning a tea shop would casually be thrown in your conversations until it became reality. You both decided it'd be nice to keep yourselves busy with something.
Initially the only role of the shop was to sell tea in bags, sometimes brew the tea for the customers to try. But eventually it became a place where people gathered, seeking company and peace and so it grew into something more.
You two would work four days a week, the other three meant just for the two of you and maintaining your peace.
slow opening: At first, the shop barely gets customers, but word spreads that the tea is exceptional and the atmosphere comforting.
a place of safety: After years of chaos, the tea shop becomes a haven for war veterans, widows, and orphans — not just for tea, but for the quiet understanding Levi offers without words.
- a jar on the counter, not for tips but to collect coins to rebuild a war-torn village and help the victims.
- your shop offers free tea to veterans or anyone clearly exhausted or lost.
special touches:
- Signature tea blends named after a fallen comrade or a personal memory.
- You two would keep small framed portrait sketches of your lost comrades by the register, no one comments on it, but every regular knows its significance.
- Levi keeps a shelf of books, all neatly categorized: history, strategy, botany, and poetry.
Interactions with clients & work habits:
- Levi would be rather grumpy at the first look, but he secretly enjoys watching customers savor their tea.
- He’s intimidating at first to customers but softens for regulars.
- You tease him for that grumpiness of his when it comes to customers but you know he listens to every word they say.
- His demeanor contrasts with your warmer, more chatty nature — customers learn to love both sides of the owners.
- He'd occasionally leave little notes on the counter: “Enjoy your tea.”
- He hates waste ー tea leaves are reused carefully, and leftover tea is saved for staff tastings.
- Levi handles the brewing, pouring, and cleaning by himself — precision is key. Even then you help him out, whether he wants or not ー you can't let him overwork himself with his injuries.
a day from work
𓏲 opening rituals
- Levi wakes first and walks to the shop before sunrise. He wipes down every counter, arranges cups, and checks tea leaves for freshness.
- You shortly after, bring a small breakfast — toast or a pastry. You exchange minimal words, but Levi’s subtle nod is enough.
- First pot of tea is brewed in silence. Steam curls over dark wood, and the quiet of early morning feels almost like a sacred ritual making a day better.
𓏲 first customers
- Levi pours tea with exacting precision. Customers comment on the perfect temperature and clarity.
- You chat warmly with newcomers, explaining the teas and offering small treats. You handle the orders, greeting everyone by name if possible.
- You two share a quiet glance across the counter when a regular’s day seems particularly rough — Levi silently adds a small note: “Hope today gets better.”
𓏲 calm hours
- Levi sits with customers when asked ー some really admire him, ask about health, past stories or wedding date.
- You experiment with new blends, sometimes with Levi’s reluctant approval. He’ll taste-test a cup, nod slightly, and say, “Not bad.” Even though sometimes it's really bad.
𓏲 evening closure
- customers thin out, Levi begins meticulous cleanup. Every cup is washed, every table wiped.
- You set a small tray of your favorite pastries and tea for just the two of you.
- You sit quietly, sipping tea, legs occasionally brushing under the table, little strokes on the palm of your hand, your fingertips brushing off his soft strands, small gestures that speak volumes.
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A/N: aaaa there's so much more i wanted to squeeze in here!! I think I already got a bit carried away with the amount of things I put here 🤧 i still feel like expanding some points so if it gets some attention I'll do that and maybe one shots tooo cause I have some story ideas happening in this surrounding ♡
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Tags: Levi Ackerman x female reader, postwar! Levi, canon verse, fluff
Concept: Levi needs to eat properly in order to heal.
Levi sat on the couch, his injured leg stretched out on a pillow, bandages peeking from under the hem of his trousers.
He’d been back for weeks now, but eating… that was still a struggle against the clockwork insistence of the body to heal. His stomach just never wanted much.
His neglect for healthy diet which was the key to him healing started seriously getting on your nerves. Each time he refused to eat saying he's fine you could do nothing but worry, you had to change that.
Which is why you appeared from the kitchen like some vengeful saint, a tray balanced in your hands.
“Lunch,” you announced bluntly, this time not trying to softly convince him or talk some sense into him.
Levi eyed the tray. “That’s not lunch. That’s a week’s rations.”
“Doctor said you need protein. And iron. And vegetables. And—”
“And you’re planning to bury me under it.”
You set the tray on his lap, being more assertive than usual. The smell hit first—rich broth, steamed greens, seared meat. Everything seasoned just the way he liked, so he could not find any excuses.
“You’ve lost too much weight,” you said simply, sitting beside him.
Levi snorted but picked up the spoon. The first bite was easier than he expected. Maybe it was the seasoning. Or maybe the way you were watching him like the entire rebuilding effort depended on him finishing the plate.
Halfway through, he slowed, leaning back. “Enough.” he announced, convinced this amount of eaten food would satisfy you.
Nuh uh.” you pushed the tray closer. “Keep going.”
He glared. You smiled back, unflinching.
It became a battle of wills, one more bite, then another, then somehow he was staring at an empty bowl while you slid the next dish into place.
“Oi—”
“Just a little more. You’ll thank me when you can actually walk without swaying.”
Maybe his stomach was protesting, but somewhere beneath the aches, the warmth lingered, not just from the food, but from the quiet certainty that someone still cared enough to keep him fighting, one plate at a time.
He didn’t move for several minutes, just sat there, blanket tucked around him, eyes half-lidded. You claimed the armchair, reading, but every so often, your gaze flicked to him, clearly smug about your little victory.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he muttered.
“Like what?”
“Like a farmer who just fattened a calf for market.”
You laughed softly. “I just want you healthy.”
He felt the blanket shift as you joined him, curling up at his side. Without thinking, he leaned into you, head resting lightly against your shoulder with a soft exhale.
“You’re staying put for an hour,” you murmured. “Doctor’s orders.”
He smirked faintly without opening his eyes. “Pretty sure the doctor didn’t say ‘stuff him like a roast bird.’”
You tucked the blanket around him, fingers brushing his hair back. “Sleep it off, captain. Tomorrow, we’re doing this again.”
