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.
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