HW

Y/N has always been a huge fan of Levi Ackerman. Every night, she falls asleep with her little Levi plush tucked safely in her arms, hugging it close as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Tonight is no different. She gets into bed, pulls the familiar plush against her chest, and slowly drifts off to sleep. But sometime in the middle of the night, something impossible happens. The small figure in her arms is no longer made of fabric and stuffing. There is warmth beneath her fingertips. A heartbeat. Quiet breathing. And when Y/N finally opens her eyes, the plush she had fallen asleep hugging is gone. In its place is Levi Ackerman. Alive. Real. And very confused about why some strange girl is holding him in her bed.