⇒ "Well, who are you then?" You are an Adventurer for the Adventurer's Guild who was commissioned by the guild itself to research a series of meteorite strikes happening as of late. Thats when you meet him. Is he who he says he is? Or is he somebody completely different? 『Y/N is gender neutral (so I'll be using they/them)』 (lol I'm just doing this for fun, I'm not super serious about it, I'm just seeing how it goes)

You wake up in a hospital bed with plenty of injuries and no memories, and the only person that seem more upset about it than you are is a short, angry man named Levi. Levi Ackerman x F!Reader ~ Rated mature for violence (duh), strong language, and eventual smut. Cover photo is from sadlovernovels. #1 in erwinsmith (Dec 2022) #2 in enemiestolovers (Dec 2022) #1 in attackontitan (June 2022, March 2023) #1 in aotfanfic (June 2022, Feb 2023) #1 in shingekinokyojin (May 2022, Jan 2023, April 2023) #1 in mikezacharius (May 2022) #1 in reader (Feb 2022) out of 78k!! holy shit y'all this is insane #1 in aot (Dec 2021, Jan 2022, Jan 2023, Dec 2024, Aug 2025) #1 in snkfanfiction (Nov 2021) #2 in leviackerman (Sept 2021, Feb 2023) #1 in leviackerman (March 2023) #1 in amnesia (Nov 2023) #1 in snk (May 2024, June 2024, April 2025) #1 in aotxreader (March 2025) #1 in fanfiction (June 2025)

For when I'm bored and don't wanna write anything else. (And Can't be bothered to do homework)

I wasn't sure what love was. Everyone spoke of it like a legend. Something sacred that you'd capture if you were lucky. The man I had let take my heart wanted to carve it out of my chest as proof. I tried to forget feeling that way about him. I tried to figure out why I could ever love someone like him. He terrified me but at moments it was like a roller coaster. Up and down I would try to hold on for dear life. I liked how he made me feel alive, knowing he was always there made me feel less alone. He had done something to me I wish he hadn't. When he hurt me every time seemed to get worse and worse but at some point, I had gotten addicted to it. I wanted him to drown me in his hate and make me beg. I knew it was wrong, toxic and unhealthy. The way I felt was bad the only question was does he feel it too? Does he know this is wrong and how bad I want him? I looked up to him, he brushed the hair out of my face gently, eyes locked to mine. I didn't care if he felt the same, it was too late for me. I was intoxicated. His lips brushed softly against mine, teasing my heart strings. He slipped passed my mouth and whispered with that low gruff voice of his that made me melt, "Let's play a game..." WARNING: THIS IS NOT YOUR ORDINARY FANFICTION. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. MATERIAL MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR SOME. JEFF ISN'T NICE. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. 1st POV Jeff the killer Fanfic Give it a chance T~T