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jayteacups · 1 year
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a cute lil’ levi x reader uni au drabble <3
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You and your boyfriend want nothing more to cuddle in bed and sleep in the safety of each other’s arms, but university work seems to have a vendetta against you.
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Pairing: Levi Ackerman x GN!Reader
Tags and warnings: SFW, university AU, established relationship, levi’s a little bit bratty but we love him for it
Word count: 1.0k 
A/N: Yeah, I could not think of a title for this, sorry lol. I love a good uni AU. They have an apartment together for context hehe. This is also my last submission for @levi-supreme​ ‘s Happy Birthday Levi 2022 Event! Highly recommend checking out the other works for this event and the writers taking part, too. <3 Enjoy! 
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Another annoyed huff leaves the lump of blankets on the bed. 
You don’t bother to dignify it with a response, still sat at your desk and typing furiously. Only one hundred words left, and your essay will be close enough to the word limit to be considered passable. The words swim across the screen, and you sigh, rubbing your bleary eyes and scanning the document for typos. 
A low, husky voice calls out your name.
You take a glance at the time. It’s definitely not the latest you’ve stayed up working on an essay due the next morning. “Almost done, Lev’,” you mutter, typing out another sentence. “Just one more paragraph.”
The cocoon of blankets shifts to reveal a disgruntled face. “You better be done in the next five minutes,” Levi says snippily, “or I will throw your damn laptop out of the window, deadlines be damned. I want to sleep.” 
He looks cute like this, completely engulfed by the thick, heavy quilt, raven hair a mess, a slight pout gracing his soft lips. Guilt pulls at your heart, chipping away at your resolve. The urge to join him in bed, scoop your sleep-deprived boyfriend up into your arms and run your fingers through his hair, let his hands trace aimless patterns on your back as he buries his face into the crook of your neck… shit, you want to give up on this essay so bad. But it’s due in a matter of hours, and you can’t put it off any longer. Levi had offered to help you when you’d interrupted the evening’s cuddle session in the first place, only just remembering that you’d been assigned this essay, but you’ve always been particularly stubborn about doing your schoolwork with as minimal help as possible.  
You steel yourself. “You don’t have to wait up for me,” you say, scowling at the word count. “Besides, I should be done soon.” Perhaps if you stared at it long enough, the number would change. 
Nope. Not working. 
“This is fucking ridiculous,” Levi grumbles, rolling over in the bed, face disappearing into the blankets. The next words come out slightly muffled, but you are more than used to interpreting them. “You can’t keep pulling late nights. I did tell you that you should focus during yesterday’s study date but no, you insisted on feeling me up.”
“You liked it, don’t be like that,” you shoot back, typing the next sentence, then cringing and deleting half of it. 
Levi pauses, then a quiet ‘of course I liked it, you damn minx, but that’s not the point’ leaves the mountain of blankets.
You smile softly to yourself. He’s right—he always is. “You do have a point. I’ll focus on studying next time so that I won’t deprive you of cuddles. Okay?”
“Tch.”
You snicker. “Half a paragraph left.” 
“Hurry up,” he mumbles. “Or I’m dragging you to bed myself.” 
You type faster, resolving yourself to the fact that you would have to suffer writing the conclusion, but the faster you finished it, the more time you could spend cuddling Levi. He’s secretly needy behind closed doors; not that he’d ever admit it. Plus, cuddling is the cure to his insomnia, and he does have the cutest sleeping face. 
“Quit daydreaming and finish your damn conclusion already.” He says. 
“I’m not daydreaming, there’s no reason for me to drag on this torture for longer than it has to go on for,” you defend yourself, and push out another half-arsed sentence. 
The next few minutes fly by as an idea strikes you and you churn out a solid conclusion. Proof-reading takes no less than three-minutes, you don’t really want to be working on it any longer than you really have to. Correcting the last typo, you grin, saving the essay and slamming the laptop shut. Finally. “It’s done. Move over, sweetheart.”
It’s now dark without the light of your laptop screen, but you can envision Levi’s slight eyebrow raise with picture perfect clarity. It’s a look you’ve been subjected to quite a few times. “I don’t know about that. It’s very comfortable, actually, and I’m not sure I want to move.”
You inhale sharply. “You have been whining for me to come cuddle you for the past hour. And now you won’t let me join you?”
Levi wriggles the top of his head out of the cocoon. “Now you know how it feels.” 
“You smug fucker,” you grumble half-heartedly as Levi creates an opening in the blankets for you to slide in through. 
“Well, if you were a little more organised,” he replies, not unkindly, “perhaps we could’ve been like this sooner.” 
“Screw you.” 
Something akin to a snicker leaves him, as you settle your head on his chest. Levi’s firm arms swiftly wrap around you once he tucks you in tightly at his side. 
“Comfy?” He asks. 
“Mm.” You nod, eyes closing as you settle down and slip an arm around his waist. “Don’t wake me up early. ‘M tired.”
“Again,” Levi says, this time with no bite, “whose fault is that?” 
Now that you’re being hit by a wave of drowsiness, you don’t have the energy to fire a retort at him. With a soft hum, Levi presses a kiss onto the top of your head, stroking your hair lightly. Engulfed with warmth, you banish all thoughts of work from your mind, anchored to the world only by the tenderness of his touch; that is, until one final reminder floats to the surface. 
Drowsily, you mumble, “don’t answer the delivery man tomorrow. I’ll get it.” 
“You’re expecting a package?” He sounds genuinely clueless. How could he have forgotten you were getting something for his birthday? “Why can’t I answer? You could be taking a dump when the doorbell rings or something…” 
Eloquent as ever. You smile, lazily entangling your legs with his. “… you’re going to spoil what your birthday present is, that’s why.” 
Levi sighs, dropping another kiss on the top of your head. “You really didn’t have to get me anything.” 
“I did,” you pout, now half asleep. “You deserve to be celebrated.” 
You thought it impossible, but he holds you even closer, even tighter. “Thank you. Truly.” 
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levmada · 1 year
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gee, how do you think levi would react if you (unprompted) tuck a strand of his hair out of his face/behind his ear?
i think he would crumble into dust.
Like I imagine it's just a thing you do without thinking much about it when Levi is leaned over some papers and extremely focused on them, but those couple longish strands keep falling down around his face. He looks all crabby and annoyed every time he distractedly pushes them back, but he's not paying enough attention to do it properly :(
You just happen to be his office (you're always close by :')) helping him file papers. You go to pick up his empty tray because this man doesn't know how to stop working and would miss dinner without you, and he's still recovering from being giddy and flustered from that when you lean over and tuck the troublesome lock of hair behind his ear.
Because of instinct, he flinches before you can even do it :( and stares up at you in surprise.
An apology escapes you. It would take Levi a long time to explain himself in a way that makes sense, but you’re already rushing to collect the tray, and so he can think of nothing better to do than seize your wrist, but he still doesn’t know how to explain himself than to say you surprised him and just… doesn’t let go.
Carefully, you raise your hand again. You might as well be making him swoon by the way he looks at you, but to be fair Levi has a lot of feelings about you he hasn’t even named yet and he flinched when you first tried to touch him.
So you tuck that piece of hair behind his ear securely. He hangs onto the half-second your fingers brush his cheek before they’re gone, and your smile when you say, “There.”
“Thanks,” Levi mutters, and feels extremely stupid for that—like you’re doing him some sort of a favor. He looks so cute with his cheeks all warm and he’s overthinking even the way he’s breathing at this point. He really wishes he knew how to ask you to do that more :(
tldr: his crush on you grows 100x its size from before lol
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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years
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It's how he looks like when he's searching for the ring he's gonna use to propose to you.
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lucysarah-c · 10 months
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No, BECAUSE Levi who grew up in the underground and never truly had access to pastries or fresh food and he sees you baking a cake. He is intensity looking at the cake which makes you confront him "what's the problem?"
Levi: .... What is that on top of it?
YN: ... Ehm ... Fresh glaze? Why?
Levi: ...
YN: what???
Levi: it looked like someone just cum on it.
YN: Levi!!!!!! That's disgusting.
Levi: haha it's truly looks like it
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dustylava · 2 years
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The Aesthetics of Levi.
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welkinsky · 10 months
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Levi X Reader | So Close Yet So Far (1)
A/N: This was an idea that I've been thinking about for so long. What if Y/N was one of the higher-ups. Will you two hide your feelings for one another because this won't end well for either of you and your goals? Or will you just let go for once and accept it as it is?
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You were working as the right hand for Zachary in the Premier core. He'd discuss everything with you and would take your advice on almost every case. He taught you everything from the very basics and had always adored how professional you were.
Keeping your feelings aside and taking action against your friends is never easy but you knew what was right and you have always tried to do the right thing in the best way you can.
So when Eren's case came up, Zachary made it very clear that he wanted you with him in the courthouse.
You knew this was a very crucial and sensitive moment because the decision that is being made day is going to turn humanity to 180. It was up to you two to decide whether it was for good or for bad.
So it was natural that your heart was beating fast as you were entering the courthouse as every commander, and every captain was saluting you and giving you "THE LOOK".
You were very young to be there but you have proven your skills over and over again so Zachary always trusted you.
As the case began it started as the normal fight between the Regimins. They all were loud and pointless as always but you noticed that the scout's regime was silent. You've heard how cunning and sharp Commander Erwin is so you were waiting for them to start with their case.
And when he started talking it was crisp and clear. No sub-stories no blame games but clear reasoning that you always expect the team to present.
Zachary looked at you to ask for something but before you could answer you heard a loud thud. You looked over to the source of sound and it was Captain Levi beating the hell out of Eren. You were shaken to your core by how brutally he was doing it but you kept your straight face.
He proved his point that if anything happened to Eren he was more than capable of taking care of it.
It was clear as hell to you that you were sold on Scouts. You looked over to Zachary and nodded in agreement. When he asked you to join him in the court, you thought that it'll end there. Little did you know that you were about to be sent to a far-off place from the interiors and had to stay in a castle with a boy who can turn into a titan in seconds.
Well, you still took the offer because it was better than living in the interior, listening to these nonsense cases, and listening to grown men whine like babies when you took a decision against them. Apart from that you had other reasons too.
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You arrived at the castle and it was way prettier than you expected it to be. Captain Levi and Section Commander Hange were there and they greeted you at the door. You only met them at the courthouse when they saluted you. You've heard a lot of Hange and how crazy she is and Levi on the other hand was told to be a "mannerless bastard who thinks he is better than everyone". Well, that should be fun since he barely talked when you met them and Hange on the other hand was so loud and excited. It brought a smile to your face but then Levi's bored face helped it fade away.
You finally met everyone at the dinner. Eren was there too. It was tough to digest how such a petite guy could turn into a titan. And he was too young. Honestly, you pitied him for having such a huge burden on his shoulders at such a young age. You started talking to everyone and you could clearly see that some of them were friendly and nice but some of them absolutely hated that an official is sitting between them.
One of them even commented on 'How YOU would know any struggles since you live a nice life in the interior'. "Little do they know," you thought to yourself and ignored him.
One interesting character was Captain. He was nonchalant and only spoke to calm down Hange when she was being too loud. He never made any eye contact with you nor did he even try to make any effort in initiating a conversation.
As you went back to your room. One thing was crystal clear these few months are either going to be VERY interesting or you would start missing the men from the courthouse complaining.
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imkumichan · 1 year
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Levi Ackerman in Call of Duty AU
summary: When task force 141 tries to pursue Kenny Ackerman, they have only one way to do that, which is to try to get his nephew first. Levi Ackerman.
Levi's breath stuck in his throat, and he recognized the gaze that filled your eyes. Full of warmth, love, and content "I'm so lucky to be loved by you"
Levi was staring at your hand in his grip as he squeezed it slightly. His eyes slowly shifted toward your head on his shoulder. And once again, his tired sharp eyes scanned your body, looking for possible injuries in case he missed it before.
The two of you right now are sitting inside a military vehicle, waiting for the men, the soldiers, who rescued the two of you to come back from whatever they need to finish first before getting out of this place. Then, he looked to his right, and through the window, he could see the collapsed building, some of them even burning, and across the street, he could even see corpses everywhere.
Levi grits his teeth and his mind keeps wondering about what one of the men said to him. Captain Price, he recalls. "You're going to lead us to Kenny Ackerman, kid". That name, a name that he thought he would never hear from anyone ever again, Kenny-fucking-Ackerman, his damn uncle, is part of a fucking terrorist who just blew up a whole city just to cover his ass up. And now, many people paid the price.
He knows, he knows that his uncle is not a good man. after all, what kind of a guardian taught his nephew all the shits that he knows now? "Just in case brat" he always says. Now, he knows why.
His thought was cut off when he heard footsteps coming closer to them, and his hand slowly went inside his touser where he hid his switchblade. "Don't trust anyone" is one of the things he learned from his uncle.
When the car's door opened, a guy with a skull mask appears before him, Ghost, Levi heard, when the captain barking orders to his men. Levi tried to remember their name, which it's not that difficult with the codenames they have. and Levi noticed when the man's eyes drifted from his eyes to the hand inside his trouser. Then, another person comes into view. A man with mohawk hair. Both of them still have guns in their arms. But it won't be Levi if he hasn't thought of a way to get away even from them if he needs to.
Both the men before him, looked at his hand which still holding yours on his lap, but Levi doesn't let go. If they want him, he needs you with him. If his uncle knows where he is right now, there's a big chance he knows about you too. and he's not taking any chances. Then the man behind ghost smiled thinly, cutting off the tension between them.
"we will move out in 10" without giving Levi any time to say anything, he closed the door. leaving him and you alone in the vehicle again. Levi slowly pulls his hand away from his switchblade as he rests his head on the seat. His eyes found the crown of your head and kissed it softly before he closed his eyes. For now, you are safe. and he will make sure you are still safe tomorrow and the rest of his days.
Call of Duty + Levi Ackerman x Reader
As you know, Kenny Ackerman is involved in something big. For now, he was counted as one of the terrorists who are being hunted by the task force. To sum up, he is a criminal. a big one.
The task force later found out that Kenny has one living relative, who lead them to Levi and who wants him to lead them to Kenny.
Kenny of course knows about that, he blew up a city to prove that they shouldn't try to track him.
Later, Reader will have a role in this too. if they need Levi to find Kenny, Kenny eventually will need Reader to finish whatever he was working out now.
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imjustasimpxd · 1 year
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SORRY GUYS BUT I WAS IN ANOTHER ANGSTY MOOD SO HERE’S A SUPER SAD CAPTAIN LEVI PROMPT I WROTE FOR MY DEAR FRIEND @thebadbatch 🥲✨
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Title : Should’ve known
Pairing : Captain Levi x Reader
Summary : Levi always knew this world was cruel, however he never expected it to go as far as gifting him such a precious soul, only to then steal it away years later.
Word count : around 2,700 words
Warnings : heavy angst, death, mentions of blood, violence, depression.
Author’s notes : reblogs are appreciated!! I appreciate all feedback on my writing so that I can know what you guys liked and what you think I should improve on😊
Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.
Side Note : this fic, and everything else I’ve written on my blog, is wholly mine and only mine. I work very hard on everything I write so do not, under any circumstances, modify, copy, or steal my work.
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After everything that’s happened, after everyone he’s lost, Captain Levi thought he was used to the idea of death. 
Whether it was his friends, his family, or even his comrades: almost everyone Levi’s ever held dear in his life seemed to have all met that same untimely fate, one he’d encountered too many times before.
After waking up every day just to witness another person slaughtered right before him, killing just didn’t seem to affect the captain like it used to. 
It had sadly become a normal part of his life, something he had grown so accustomed to that he was never even surprised anymore when it happened. Even as so many more of his comrades died, including the ones by his own hand, he still never felt anything more than a hollow numbness, almost as if he was now completely immune to that sorrowful feeling. 
So then… if that was the case… why was it different this time? 
Why did he feel like dropping to the ground right then and there once Hange started speaking, delivering him a gut-wrenching piece of information he wished he could forget? 
“W-What did you say?” He stuttered, desperately hoping he misheard her say his wife’s name while she was reading him the list of soldiers they lost on their most recent mission. 
“Here,” Hange whispered, regretfully turning around the clipboard she was getting her information from. “Just read it.” She told him, holding back tears of her own as she shakily held it in the air. She hoped that paper would be enough of an explanation; and that she wouldn’t have to repeat those heartbreaking words once more. 
He snatched the clipboard from her instantly, desperate to find some sort of error in her writing, perhaps a miscalculation engraved on the paper. 
There had to be some sort of mistake, surely his wife couldn’t have died; not on such a simple operation. 
This mission wasn’t meant to be dangerous at all, it was merely a retrieval mission. There was a small village outside the walls that they needed information from, that’s it. The troops shouldn’t have even been gone for more than an hour. 
So why, why did things end in such violence? 
Why was he standing here, staring at his wife’s name on that ridiculous list of dead soldiers? 
None of it made any sense, none of it felt real.
How on earth could such a simple mission have gone so brutally wrong? What could possibly have happened that became too much for her to take care of?
If her only obstacle was just a couple of titans, then his wife should’ve easily been able to protect herself, he was sure of it!
After all, Levi was the one who trained her.
He had taught her everything he knew, made her train harder than any other soldier in the entire survey corp. 
There were nights she felt as though her limbs would detach after all the training he put her through. There were so many times she begged him for just a five-minute break, but he would refuse. 
Why?
Because he wanted to make sure she was prepared for anything that came her way. 
He thought that if he trained her hard enough then he would be able to ensure her survival; that he could prevent her from joining the same fate that countless others had succumbed to before now. 
It pained him to make his wife work so hard, but he just couldn’t risk losing her as well. 
He needed to be sure he was equipping her with all the best tools for combat, that she was prepared to face any conflict this vile world could throw at her. 
But he should’ve known… 
In the end, his wife was only human, and he was stupid enough to think any amount of training could change that. 
“I see,” he finally spoke up after a few moments of silence, handing the clipboard back to his comrade. “How did it happen?” His eyes fell towards the ground as he spoke, remaining there with no intention of looking upwards. 
Hange gulped softly, her words stuttering past her mouth as she began to explain. “They were able to complete their mission and give us the information we needed, but, on their way back they were ambushed by Titans; dozens upon dozens of them.” Hange paused momentarily, almost as if she was still having trouble processing the whole thing herself. “I don’t even know where they came from, I had already checked the area myself before the mission had started so there was no reason for them to even run into any titans.” 
Since he refused to meet her gaze, Hange couldn’t tell whether Levi was angry with her or not. She certainly hoped he wasn’t, but in all honesty, he would’ve had every right to be.
After all, Hange was the one in charge of making sure the mission was safe before sending the troops on it. She was the one responsible for giving out this assignment. 
She thought her efforts were enough, she thought she had made sure the mission was safe, yet here she was, regretfully informing Levi that his wife would no longer be returning home to him. 
“They were all backed into a corner.” She continued, her fingers clenching at her sides as she spoke. “The only way they would’ve been able to escape is if someone drew the Titans away from the rest of the group, and well,” Hange hesitated for a moment, not wanting to finish her sentence. “She, uh, she volunteered to be the diversion.” Her teeth quickly gritted in remorse, her voice cracking as she let out a quiet “I’m sorry” moments later. 
“So, she made the sacrifice play huh?” Levi asked despite already knowing the answer, watching Hange nod in confirmation once he finally glanced toward her. 
“Hmm,” He hummed in response. “Sounds like something she’d do.” 
It all made sense now. He should’ve known she’d do something like this.
How could she ever resist the temptation to sacrifice herself for the sake of her comrades? She was too much like Erwin in that sense. 
Her heart was simply too gentle to allow something as gruesome as death to fall upon those young cadets’ shoulders. 
She knew none of them were prepared to fight, the whole reason they were even allowed to accompany her on this mission in the first place is because it wasn’t supposed to be dangerous. 
But even if those soldiers could’ve successfully put their emotions aside and chose to stand their ground, they still didn’t have nearly enough combat training to fight that many Titans.
Those poor cadets were probably scared out of their minds, assuming this would be their last day on earth after seeing those disgusting titans approaching. But the captain’s wife is the one who stepped in; she’s the one who knowingly put herself at risk just so that they’d have a chance at getting away. 
As the rightful leader of those troops, she put her own fears and protests aside to protect her soldiers, prolonging their innocent lives by cutting hers short. 
In all honesty, Levi felt proud upon hearing what she’d had done, how she so courageously laid down her life so that the troops could keep theirs. 
It was a truly selfless act, a heroic one even, but Levi didn’t want his wife to be a hero; he just wanted her to be alive. 
“Can I see her?” He spoke softly, the pain looming behind his eyes becoming blatantly clear for once. 
Hange hesitated for a minute, not sure if she should allow it. With how things went down, there wasn’t even much left for him to see.
Was it right for her to let him witness that? Should she ruin the last image he had of his wife by replacing it with this one? 
Would it be cruel to do so? 
She certainly thought it was, however, when she looked into his eyes, noticing the desperation engulfing them, she knew he needed to see it. 
In order for him to fully accept his wife’s death, he’d have to see it with his own two eyes. 
No matter how unsettling it may be, he had to know that this was real. 
“I’ll leave you.” Hange whispered, her voice breaking as she walked off, giving her comrade his only chance to say goodbye. 
And there she left him. All those hours of training now wasted as he stood hovering over his wife’s lifeless body, his limbs feeling weak as he realized he was once again too late to stop another tragedy from happening.
Her blade was shattered across the ground, blood dripping from her mouth and staining the emerald-colored grass below. 
The very sight seemed to steal the breath from his lungs, his chest tightening, and tears threatening to slip down his cheeks as he silently stood there; unsure of what to do. 
He should’ve known it would end like this, he was a fool to think this wouldn’t happen; to think the universe would finally let him be happy for once in his life.
He should’ve just gone with her.
True, there was no way anyone would’ve known something like this would happen, especially since this was only meant to be a simple retrieve and retreat mission. But even so, he should’ve just went anyways. 
Maybe then this wouldn’t have happened.
Maybe then he wouldn’t have to watch as the medics draped that white cloth over her body, lifting it into the wagon to take back for a proper burial.
If only he would’ve stayed by her side like he promised at that alter.
If only he wasn’t peacefully doing his paperwork at the same time his wife was being brutally murdered beyond that wall.
Perhaps then things would be different. Perhaps he wouldn’t lie silently in bed every night, staring down the spot she used to sleep in as if he could manifest her coming back to him after staring long enough. 
If fate had been kinder to him, maybe he wouldn’t have to eat his breakfast alone anymore, or forget he doesn’t need to set out two cups when he’s making his usual tea in the morning. 
Levi Ackerman was used to death, it was all he’d ever known. So then, why did this time leave him so broken? 
Why was he initially so shocked when he first heard the news? 
His wife was a solider after all, she faced the possibility of death every single time she picked up that blade. 
This should’ve been expected. It was bound to happen eventually, right?
Didn’t he understand that? 
He didn’t actually think he could change fate, did he? 
She went out exactly the way she should’ve, she died a soldier’s death, one he was proud of. In the end his wife completed her mission, and the information she helped gather brought the military a significant step closer to saving humanity.
But at what cost?
How many more people had to die in order for the world to be saved? 
How much of humanity would even be left if things kept happening like this?
None of it made any sense, what did it matter if the world was saved when his world was already gone? 
After that dreadful day the captain continued to fight, but it was different now.
He was always a powerful fighter, but now that she was gone, he seemed to push himself harder than before. 
He never stopped; from dusk until dawn he was in non-stop motion. 
If he wasn’t on a mission then he was training, if he wasn’t training then he was helping plan their next endeavor beyond the walls, if he wasn’t doing that then it was an endless pile of paperwork. No matter what it was, he was always doing something.
At first the others thought he felt guilty for what happened and that’s why he was working so hard, because he wanted to grow strong enough to stop that from ever happening again.
But they soon realized they were wrong: He wasn’t fighting to get stronger; he was fighting to distract himself from his grief. 
Being a captain of the survey corp didn’t leave a lot of time for anything else, so he didn’t have to think about the pain lingering inside him that often. 
And that’s exactly how he liked it. 
He didn’t want to think about anything that concerned his wife anymore, otherwise, his heart might break again. Otherwise, that aching might return to him once more. 
All those discussions they had about settling down when the fighting was over, that silly little image of a house bursting with the laughter from the children they’d have together, all of it was ripped from his mind and cast aside to never be thought of again.  
He couldn’t think of them, not anymore. Not when every memory of her only reminded him of how happy he was back then; the complete opposite of how he was now. 
The only reason he would have ever considered leaving the military before was if it meant starting a family with her, but now he had no reason to leave. Now he works around the clock just so he can ignore that loneliness eating away at his heart. 
All those years ago he believed in fighting for a safer world, so that one day he could have a chance to grow a family in it. But now he only fights because he needs a distraction from reality, something to make him forget the agony crippling him from the inside. 
He should’ve known better than to believe in fantasies such as growing old with someone; those kinds of things just didn’t exist in their world. 
Those hopes of starting a family with the woman he loved had now been diminished, as if those hopes were a fire someone had spilled water over.
It was too painful to dwell on any memories related to her, so he made sure to keep himself busy all the time, that way he never even had the opportunity to dwell on them in the first place. 
He worked for hours on end, barely ever taking any breaks. This of course worried the others, resulting in Hange ordering him to go back home and rest.
But he didn’t want to go back home, not when everything reminded him of her. 
All the teacups she used to use, the shirts of his she used to sleep in, even that one spot on the couch she always used to sit on; every single thing in that house was attached to her in some way or another. 
The worst being his bed: the exact thing Hange was telling him he needed to use in order to maintain his health.
But he couldn’t bear looking at it, not when he could still picture it all so clearly.
The way she used to snuggle up against him, letting her warm body rest against his chest and a soft hand comb through his raven-colored hair. 
The way he used to hold her in his arms, peppering her face with gentle kisses to comfort her after a tiresome day in action. 
He couldn’t stand looking at that stupid mattress anymore, much less actually sleep on it.
That once warm spot on her side of the bed was now cold, replaced with a sudden emptiness that matched the one in his heart. 
So eventually he’d throw it out, replacing it with a new one his wife’s body never touched. 
As time went by, he started doing that with everything else too, until there was almost no trace of her beyond the memories that lingered in his mind. 
It would take him a while to adjust to living how he used to, that is, before he shared his life with someone else. But eventually, he’d adjust to it, because Levi Ackerman was used to death.
Then again, it was all he’s ever known. 
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This prompt is dedicated to my precious friend @thebadbatch Hope you enjoyed this and hope I didn’t make you cry too much haha, love youuu❤️
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Also sorry I haven’t been as active guys, I’ve been SUPER BUSY with college, my job, and other personal things. But I’m trying my best to finish everything you’re wanting me to. Hopefully you all won’t have to wait too much longer <3
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http-tokki · 2 years
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levi teaching you how to drive headcanons
a/n: so i don’t drive and i’ve just gotten my learner’s permit but I’m still too scared, that even sitting behind a wheel and turning the car on has me panicking but I managed to drive around a little today. While I was sitting in the car, trying not to start crying I had question of what would Levi be like if he had to teach you how to drive? and I feel like it could go two ways. 
first I would like to say that I am a firm believer that Levi is an amazing driver. like one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh and the car doesn’t shift an inch. he can parallel park flawlessly, 3 point turn? easy. just like everything he does, driving come easily to him.
So why wouldn’t he be the best person to teach you. he was confident and comfortable in his own skills that having him sitting in the passanger seat was just a given, however. Driving Levi and Teaching Levi are two different people.
We have option one: over bearing and protective. The second you get behind the wheel he is throwing information at you. You hadn’t even gotten a chance to adjust the seat to your height and he is giving you pointers on how you should manoeuvre your mirrors and reverse camera and you take it in stride, nodding as you buckle up and check the mirrors.
“When you pull out make sure you check your mirrors” His voice is calm and even, chin nodding in the direction of your rearview mirror.
“Mmhmm” check, and then you pull your foot off the break.
You’re not driving on a main road, or any road for that matter. You are in an empty parking lot of the local showground so the chance of you hitting anyone or thing, is very small. You’ve gotta get into the habit he reminds after you make a comment on the lack of traffic. Nodding again, you turn the wheel to complete your square. As you’re turning, you notice Levi’s hand reach out push the wheel in the direction you are rotating. He’s just being cautious, it’s not like he is trying to take over and drive. He’s just worried, he’s just Levi. His hand leaves the wheel as you come out of the turn and pull to a stop. There’s a moment of silence, your grip tightening on the leather before Levi sighs and offers “You did good but I’m driving home” 
And that doesn’t come from a place of malice. He’s so fucking proud that you’re getting your learning and he knows how nervous it makes you and he can’t be prouder, it’s the fact he isn’t in control of a situation that could hurt you. That if you’re driving home after a few lessons and still not 100% confident in your skills, and a negligent driver comes along, you’ll freeze and get hurt. Or if someone runs on the road, or if there is an accident in front of you, or.. The possibilities were endless and it terrified him. And he explains that after you get home. After getting out of the car and into your apartment, he pulls you into a tight hug, whispering how proud he was. “you did so good and I’m so proud that you’re taking this step. I just don’t trust other people on the road, okay. That’s why I was tense, but you did good, brat. I’m proud”
Or we have option two: 
Gets into the car with you and pulls out a newspaper. Reclines his seat back and gives you the go ahead to drive.  “Just avoid hitting anyone, yeah?” 
Your hands grip the wheel. “Levi, I need you to instruct and watch out otherwise I would have gotten Hange to help” 
“I’m watching” he replies from behind the paper. 
“Levi” 
“Sweetheart” he drops the paper to his lap. “I’m confident in your skills to not kill us and no one was there to teach me so just go, you’re gonna be fine. I trust you” 
“Get out of the car” You click the locks open. “Go get Hange or someone” you reach over the consol to open his door. “actually go get Armin” 
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ikemenomegas · 1 year
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return of then
a/n: from the point of view of a reader who went with the last of 104th to see if the world would end and if they could help save it. It's vague whether they were a part of the corps, can be read as yes or not.
There's never been an illusion in your mind that you would do anything but go down fighting. But you had a dream nonetheless, that maybe you survive, and maybe that survival means something because others will survive too.
Because what does survival mean, what is it worth, if you're the last and only person in the world?
Of course, no one is the last person in the world and if everything that matters goes away, you know what you'll do. You'll find something else that matters, because that's what life is owed.
But still.
It feels like there's nothing you can't do, and that there's nothing left to do. You're on your knees on the ruddy hard-packed earth in a land far from home. Your ears ring with the aftermath of bomb blasts and the cheers and cries of strangers, your throat trembles with each ragged exhale in time with the silent cries of the child mourners behind you. Your joints ache from the violent twists of the ODM gear and the days of fighting to have a chance.
You hold your breath to stop yourself from shaking, just for a minute, just long enough to see if…
You can't see if Levi's eyes are open and you hurt too much to move just yet because if he isn't. Well.
There's no reason that you should have survived, except for the sacrifices of everyone else who didn't.
His chest rises and falls. And over that, over where his heart has to still be beating, presses his clenched fist.
You sit back, ass in the dirt and blood all over your shirt, human so it doesn't vanish into the steaming wreckage littering the landscapes. There's a flicker of something around you, like those visions from the white sands, a flutter of cloaks, and your heart is in your throat.
For a moment, you're convinced you're dead, that this is your farewell. Nifa, Nifa - you never thought you'd see her again - leans down and her hands are on your arm, although you can't feel her. She tilts her head with a smile. You look up and behind her is Luke, shaking his head slowly liked you'd gotten thrown from a horse.
There is a forest of legs, boots and the flickering green fabric like whispering leaves, but you can see through it. You still feel half-deaf, but you can see all those people in the distance, alive. Levi is alive.
Nifa nods once, like she hear your thoughts and - it's such a simple thing, but it's also the most important - you are alive and so is he, and so are many others.
She turns away from you and stands in parade rest with all the others, and then they turn as one, walking the other way and passing you by. There are so many. Your palm goes to your chest because it hurts, to have lost so much because of choices made hundreds, thousands, of years ago.
There are so many you lose sight of Levi as the Survey Corps' dead move on. The ones you know sometimes smile as they go, but most go on with the same determination you'd seen on so many living faces when the gates rose. Determination, and something fiercely more.
Only one holds your gaze as they walk past. Your own shaky hand makes a fist over your heart when you spot Erwin, who nods but doesn't stop. Hange looks at you the whole way, brown eyes wide and stride strong until they too vanish behind your peripheral vision.
You know somehow, if you looked back they would be gone, lost in the smoke. Just as sure as you understand the words they did not say.
Levi doesn't move until the last bit of ethereal movement stops, and then his hand flattens, palm over his chest, his chin tips forward.
His chest still rises and falls, just enough for you to see it.
If you look hard enough, you can find something that matters, but this does too. The secret dream you had held close when the end got closer and closer.
Survival had meant something as long as there was anything left. It's worth everything just to have the memory of now.
Levi looks up and you can see him blinking in the harsh sunlight slanting through steam thick enough to move like clouds. You can't move, it feels like you're frozen. You can move, the grind of fine gravel under your knees won't matter if you can get to him.
He's smiling, soft and faint, and he sees you. The last ones left.
He's smiling and maybe that's the track of tears, shining silver on his cheek.
He's smiling and you know the war is over.
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At Ease
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You, the Survey Corps' most prized asset, find solace in the stoic but gentle teashop owner who you've come to know as your friend. 
(Or: The Captain!Reader x Civilian!Levi AU absolutely nobody asked for.)
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Pairing: Levi Ackerman x GN!Reader
Tags and warnings: Friends to lovers, (mutual) pining, brief mentions of canon-typical violence, brief mentions of sexual assault (alluding to Levi’s backstory), emotional hurt/comfort 
Word count: 3.5k 
A/N: Hi! This is written for Rei’s @levi-supreme​ Happy Birthday Levi 2022 Event, for the 5th December! I’m also doing a couple more pieces later in the month for this as well. But in the mean time, please check out the other works listed in the event’s masterpost too! Okay, so, let’s get on with the fic. If the tags and summary wasn't clear, this is a role reversal AU! So Reader's a prominent member of the Scouts and Levi's the civilian they've fallen in love with. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing this <3 
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Slender fingers slide the teacup and saucer across the spotless wooden table towards you, the dark liquid rippling slightly. The scraping sound of porcelain against wood pulls you out of your reverie. For a moment you blink, drawing yourself back to the present. With a shaky exhale, you push aside the horrifying memories of the expedition you had been on these past few days, and raise your eyes to meet the piercing yet gentle gaze of the teashop owner. 
“One cup of raspberry and lemon tea,” he announces. 
“Oh. Thank you, Levi.” You rasp, but make no move to pick the cup up. It’s too hot to drink. As one of his most dedicated customers, you know exactly how long it’ll take for it to cool down enough for you to not burn your tongue on it. For a moment, Levi hovers by your table, examining you closely. You’re well aware of the absolute state you are in. Even after having washed and changed, the emotional toll of the expedition would linger for a while longer. 
Thankfully, Levi mentions nothing of your red-rimmed eyes or your trembling hands. His hand comes up to squeeze your shoulder, and you find yourself unconsciously leaning into the warmth of his touch. The lump in your throat feels much larger. Swallowing, breathing without whimpering, becomes a demanding feat. 
Stay, please, you silently beg him. With Levi, you never needed to be the domineering Captain of the Survey Corps. With Levi, you could just be.
You wonder if he knows that this shop had become more of a home than the barracks ever would be. That he had become more of a home than the barracks ever would be. 
Levi’s voice takes on a soothing, gentle timbre as he assures you, “Furlan’s coming in at the end of this hour to take over at the counter. I can join you then.” He’s usually stoic and steadfast, more so than even you, perhaps, but there is a softness to him nobody can deny. 
You don’t have to be alone, is what goes unsaid from him, but you hear him loud and clear. I’m not expecting you to tell me anything, but nobody should have to bear any of this alone. I won’t let you.
You nod in response. It is a herculean effort. 
The dark-haired man gives your shoulder another gentle squeeze, before he swivels on his heel and heads back towards the counter. 
With a sigh, you lean your head against the wall next to you, watching Levi work. It’s mesmerising the way the sunlight would make his grey eyes shine just a little brighter, the way his lips would quirk up into a small smile as he greeted his regulars. Head facing downwards, measuring out the ingredients for a particular blend, he habitually tucks the longer strands of his hair behind his ears. A few fall back into place despite his efforts. Your fingers twitch with the urge to brush the soft hairs aside for him so that he could see without obstruction. 
You’d started visiting his teashop, Kuchel’s Teahouse, just over a year ago. Nothing drastic had happened that day, but you distinctly remembered just wanting a break, from the impossibly high expectations thrust upon you, from the memories of failed expeditions that haunted you in the dead of night, from everything. And there it was, a small teashop tucked away in the corner of town, with its sage-green painted walls and sparkling clean tabletops and that ever-so-soothing scent of black tea. An oasis, a safe haven. Upon seeing it for the first time back then, you had been convinced the entire shop was a mirage until you felt the cold, smooth metal of the door handle. 
Stepping inside Kuchel’s Teahouse for the first time had felt like receiving a long, warm hug from somebody you didn’t know you missed until you’d been separated from them—only that you’d never seen this shop before, so it had been all the more overwhelming. That day, Levi had been at the counter. Your tongue had been leaden with words, so many words, both about this place and the world outside of it, that you simply stared at the ‘weekly specials’ menus, not quite seeing or comprehending what was written, not quite processing anything other than just simply feeling too little and too much at once. 
Levi had somehow figured out what was up with you within twenty seconds of silence, and had taken it upon himself to pick a blend for you. Even now, you remember feeling the stress of the day ebb away with one sip of the perfectly crafted cup, its warmth spreading deep down into your bones. A kind of warmth that thawed away the icy chill that had settled over your heart and soul, a kind of warmth you never felt back at the barracks. You had returned to the shop in the next two days, and the rest became history. Somehow, you and the teashop owner had struck up a sort of friendship; both of you tired and burdened by life, whether it be the ghosts of the past or the trials of the present.
Several months into your friendship, Levi had admitted to you over half a bottle of whiskey that he hailed from a rundown brothel in the Underground. He and his sickly mother had been rescued by his criminal uncle to live a normal life aboveground, though the traumas of his earliest years had never left him. Behind a tranquil, peaceful appearance he hid the haunting memories of watching his mother suffer through assault after assault, experiencing it himself a few times. He’d confided in you that the name of the shop was hers; she had owned it first, and he had taken over after her tragic passing a few years before. 
Your own tongue, loosened by alcohol, revealed you were not just some random soldier like you’d first led him to believe, but one of the strongest, the person who was supposed to free everybody from the iron reign of the titans. How you’d lost squad after squad, feeling yourself slip away from those you’d once considered friends as they took on their own burdens of leadership roles. Back then, you had been a hair’s breadth away from throwing in the towel and leaving the Scouts. But it was Levi’s story, how he’d managed to stay compassionate and kind even after his rough childhood, how he managed to pick himself up and make a life for himself, that lit a fire inside of you.
Though, at times like today, said fire needs a little extra sustenance to stay burning.
(You wonder, absentmindedly, if the metaphor could be taken a little too literally. Levi had his own life and you had come crashing into it. You fear that sooner or later he’ll burn into ashes in the wake of your destructive nature. Wherever you go, bodies fall. It’s why the fleeting euphoria of entertaining the thought of having something more with him is always followed with scathing shame. It’s why you never dare to indulge in anything more than thoughts—of which you shouldn’t be indulging in at all.)
Tightening your cloak around you, you force yourself back into the present, blinking rapidly. The hearth sends pulses of warmth through the shop—not stifling heat, but just enough to thaw the chill of the rapidly approaching winter and keep it at bay. The quiet, aimless chatter and the occasional chink of spoons against porcelain fade into a faint white noise. The scent of your hot cup of tea drifts upwards into the air around you, lulling you into a half-awake state. You don’t remember ever feeling this at ease anywhere else. 
It’s tiring, isn’t it? To keep fighting. You think to yourself, as you lose the battle to keep your eyes open.
“Wake up.”
You jolt awake. There’s a hand on your shoulder, and as you blink away the remaining remnants of sleep, Levi slips into the seat opposite to you, free of his apron. His gaze is gentle, as is his touch: his hand seems to hover over yours, but he withdraws, fingers accidentally grazing yours as he does so. 
Perhaps if you were more awake, you’d linger on that. Instead you straighten up groggily, lifting your head off the wall that you’d dozed off against. Levi’s coworker, Furlan, now stands at the till, and the shop is far less busy than you remember it being. 
“Your tea’s gone cold,” Levi points out.
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep…” Blood pools in your cheeks with embarrassment. You reach for the cup. “Sorry.” 
He shakes his head. “You must be exhausted. Anyone would be, after the shit you just went through.” 
Closing your eyes to quell the fresh stinging in them, you quickly drain the cold cup of its tea. The two of you head out to leave shortly after Levi checks to see if Furlan’s alright with closing by himself. Outside the door, you pull your thin civilian cloak around yourself, barely warding away the cold. Levi doesn’t need to ask to know that you’re planning on staying over at his place, and leads the way. 
His quaint little house is a home away from home. You stay overnight on his couch (though he always argues that you should take his bed) more than you sleep at your quarters in the barracks. It’s become an unspoken facet of your friendship. The memory of exactly when this began is foggy, but you suspect it all began since that night of heavy drinking together, where the two of you had opened up about your lives. You’d been too drunk to walk back to the barracks, and he’d been too drunk to escort you there. His place had not been too far from the bar, so it had seemed like the only solution. 
The walk back is blurry. The autumn chill nips at your exposed face and hands, worming its way through the layers of your clothes, burrowing under your skin and chilling you through the bone. The sky sheds tears, the drizzle akin to the gods spitting down on you, and you can’t help but think: how fitting. Levi clicks his tongue, and unlike you, draws his hood up over his head. He doesn’t deserve the gods’ vitriol. Not like you do. 
His home is as warm and cozy as the shop is. It’s also cleaner, a fact that you once thought was impossible. Peeling the dampened cloaks off of your bodies, Levi offers to let you use the showers first, but you decline. Earlier in the barracks, you’d spent over an hour in your own private quarters, sat on the floor underneath the scalding hot rush of water, yet feeling not a single flicker of warmth. 
All that time spent sat under the shower, and you don’t feel any cleaner. The smell of blood—titan or human, it didn’t matter—wasn’t one you were going to forget anytime soon. 
“I already showered back at the barracks,” you end up saying. “You can go ahead.” 
His eyes linger carefully over your face. “Make yourself comfortable,” he says, before heading into the bathroom. 
After you fetch your set of spare pyjamas from the guest bedroom and get changed, you wander through his humble abode, smiling to yourself at the small knick-knacks that seem insignificant to the naked eye, but speaks volumes about the man that lives here. At Levi’s worktop, a half-finished wooden sculpture lies next to sharp tools; he’d recently taken up wood carving. The walls are decorated with stunning paintings of natural scenery, signed by his mother. The shelves in the corridors are filled with books that Furlan and Isabel continue to buy for him every winter when his birthday comes around. Every room has a healthy-looking houseplant inside (a mere glimpse of the true extent of his gardening abilities, if the flourishing state of the allotment during spring is anything to go by), and on the dining table lies a book on vegetable gardening (almost a decade old and well-used, but under Levi’s care still looks good as new), with a piece of card tucked between the neat pages to act as a bookmark. The winter chill rushes through the house, and you jolt back into action, lighting the hearth in his living room. It is the least you could do for him. 
It feels wrong, to intrude on his space like this. The soft cushions of the sofa and the pile of spare blankets on the armchair beckons you, but something in you hesitates. Peace is delicate, fragile. You fear your presence will break it and taint the tranquil atmosphere. What right do you have to step into his life with your war-torn hands and bloodied boots? 
Not for the first time today, your eyes burn. 
Quiet footsteps echo behind you. “I thought I told you to make yourself comfortable.” Levi says softly. 
You sniff. “Right. Sorry.” Trudging over to the armchair to get the blankets, you explain, “I just got lost in thought.” 
“It happens. Don’t be sorry.” 
Easier said than done.
The two of you settle on the sofa quickly, swaddled underneath the thick blankets. He sits close, but his arm never presses against yours. It’s a small gap that feels infinitely large. Levi’s the first to cross said gap, slinging an arm around your shoulders and guiding your head to rest on his shoulder. His body underneath yours emanates a soothing type of warmth, and it’s all too easy for you to melt. He rubs at your arm comfortingly, and lightly rests his head atop yours. 
A sob rips from your throat, raw and unbidden. 
You choke back the next one, shaking your head frantically. No. No, not now, you can’t break down in front of him, not like this—
You raise your hand to wipe at your watering eyes, and you note that your fingers tremble. Levi grips your wrist before you can wipe at your face. His hand slides down your palm, before his fingers interlock with yours. 
“What are you doing?” You stammer, voice choked. 
His throat bobs as he swallows. “Making sure…” He pauses, inhales shakily. Levi looks up at you with resolve. “Making sure you know that… I’ve got you.” 
I’ve got you. 
Oh, how you wish you could hear that more often. 
You shatter. Completely and utterly, you shatter into minuscule pieces with no hope of repair. The weight that presses down on your shoulders day by day, the weight that builds on your chest until you can no longer bear to breathe is fucking agonising, and yet it is only in the safety of Levi’s presence—not your office, not your quarters, but his presence—that you let yourself break. 
It seems never-ending, your pain. He draws you close to him in a tight embrace, and you cling to him as if he could slip away from your arms that very moment. Maybe he will, you think to yourself deliriously. You still have him to lose, after all. 
You’re not sure how long you lie there, sobs wracking your body, your cries so uncontrollable something in your chest twinges. At some point in the evening, you fall quiet. Your eyes feel sticky and swollen, your nose throbs, and your mouth is drier than sandpaper. Exhaustion weighs down upon you once again, and as your eyes droop shut, shame washes over you. 
“Thank you for being here,” you whisper brokenly. Your head pounds. 
“Of course. Get some rest, I’ll still be here when you wake.” Levi says. You’re leaning your head against his chest; you can feel his voice reverberate through him. It’s a comforting sensation. 
You come to several hours later, nestled between warm, soft sheets that smell like him. The curtains to his bedroom—for that is where you find yourself, instead of on the sofa—are drawn, though a small sliver of golden light escapes. Sleep clings to your eyelids, but you muster enough energy to push aside the blankets and sluggishly stumble to the bathroom. 
Levi’s cooking breakfast in his kitchen when you emerge, feeling a little more awake. With his apron tied over rumpled pyjamas, bedhead not yet tamed, the atmosphere feels a little too domestic for your liking. 
(That, of course, is a lie. You yearn for such a simple life, for domesticity is something you have not experienced in years.) 
You lean against the wall, not wanting to disturb the easy rhythm he’s fallen into, but Levi looks up from his work anyway. He beckons you over with a wave of his spatula. Before you can think it through, your feet carry you forward. He asks you to fetch the plates and cutlery, and you lay them out on the countertop. 
“You seem to have slept well,” he observes, flipping over the omelette in the pan. 
“Yeah. Well enough for you to carry me into your bedroom without me waking up even once,” you mumble. “Why’d you do that?” 
The tips of his ears tint pink. He transfers the first omelette onto the plate and gestures for you to take it to the dining table. “Didn’t think you’d appreciate waking up to a crick in your neck from sleeping on the sofa.” 
You don’t bother to push further, because that would lead to a conversation you’re positive you’re not yet ready for. You nod instead. There’s a subtle shift to his shoulders—they were a little tense, but they relax now. 
“Never mind,” he says quickly, a little too quickly, as he pours in the rest of the whisked egg mixture into the pan. “Take your plate to the dining table. You can eat first while I finish cooking mine, I know you need to get back to the barracks soon.” 
“Perhaps I need to, but I don’t want to.” The words slip from your mouth unbidden. “Perhaps I’d rather stay here in your presence.” 
Looking all too vulnerable, Levi seems to be at a loss for words. Dread floods through you as the realisation of what you truly meant slowly encompasses him. Your throat closes, your chest tightens. You idiot, you scold yourself. Whatever happened to staying in control? 
“Sorry,” you mumble, ducking your head and leaving the kitchen with your plate. You pick at your breakfast, suddenly feeling queasy. 
Walls, you want to scream at yourself, what the fuck is wrong with you? 
Levi emerges from the kitchen with his own plate minutes later, settling in the seat opposite to you. The tension is stifling, and for the second time this morning, your cursed tongue moves without thought. 
“Please forget what I said.” And everything that went unsaid.  
“And what if I don’t want to?” 
“You have to.” Or I’ll be standing by your grave, shedding bitter tears. It’s the fate everyone I love is sentenced to. “I don’t understand why you still stay at my side…” 
The emotion written clear as day across his eyes could only be described as longing. He seems to steel himself. 
“You know why.” 
The room falls silent in the aftermath of his confession. You can only hear the blood roaring in your ears. 
You’ve read hundreds of romance novels in your spare time. Daydreamed of it every spare moment in your teens, before you were wounded by the world’s cruelty. Lived through thousands of iterations of moment of realisation that the person you’ve longed for, longs for you back, through the marvel of ink on paper. 
But you don’t feel sparks, or burning flames, or roaring hot passion. You don’t feel butterflies in your stomach, or the urge to swoon. 
No. You feel two things at once. 
Fear—that this moment will irreversibly change the trajectory of Levi’s fate. That he will just be one of dozens that will meet an untimely end, that you will once again fail to protect the ones you hold dearest. 
Relief—that he reciprocates. That, just once, you’ve been granted a reprieve, one small chance at peace. 
“I see.” You whisper hoarsely, still skirting around the very words themselves, just as he does. “And I think that you know, then, why I want to stay.” 
Levi stands and comes around the table, and so do you. The two of you come to a standstill merely centimetres from each other. 
“Maybe you have to go soon,” he whispers, cupping the back of your head, “but next time, will you…” 
You nod. “I will.” 
He pulls you in, or you lean in, perhaps both happen at the same time. You’re not sure. What you are sure of, is how safe and content you feel, kissing him like you have all the time in the world, kissing him like maybe, just maybe…
You can stay.  
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levmada · 1 year
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Dumbstruck
summary: You're keeping bad news from Levi. He doesn't know what yet, but he braces himself for the worst.
content/warnings: domestic, non-graphic vomiting, self-loathing/anxiety, HAPPY ENDING, misunderstandings
wc: 1.8k
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He's supposed to be in the study after lunch up until dinnertime, but as soon as he hears the whispered steps of your socks on carpet out in the hall, he stands and tails you to the bathroom in the hallway, confirming what he suspected would happen. Retching.
Wordlessly, he steps inside, kneels down, and cards your hair back while your shoulders shudder. With his other hand, he strokes your back.
This has been a trend for the past two weeks. You've become picky about what you eat because this sometimes happens, where you're stooped over the toilet bowl for a few minutes. You're slow-moving and yawning in the middle of the day, complimented by the occasional sniffles.
He lets you flush when you're done, then stands and plucks one of those travel-size mouthwash bottles for you to wash the acid-shit taste of vomit out of your mouth. You rise to your feet, groaning.
"Thank you," you croak, then toss it back.
Wordless and frowning, he feels your cheek with the back of his hand. It's pretty hot after vomiting, but if he forces the thermometer on you again, he's pretty sure what the outcome will be.
You clutch your side, sighing.
"Cramping," Levi mutters. He strokes your side and feels under your jaw like an amateur nurse, feeling for swollen lymph glands. If there's no fever, there has to be some universal sign of something.
"I'm okay," you dismiss, brushing him off. You dab your mouth with a washcloth. "Probably something I ate."
His gaze narrows. "I'm not stupid. It's been 'something you ate' for two weeks straight. You're seeing a doctor."
"I'm fine," you insist, harder. "I'm going to the grocery store."
He didn't know you needed anything. "I'll go."
"It's fine, I promise." You give his shoulder a fleeting squeeze before you stride from the bathroom. If you'd stayed for just one more second, you wouldn't have missed the look of pain behind his eyes.
But he doesn't chase after you. Instead he plants his palms on the bathroom counter, mercifully cool under his palms, and breathes. His face feels hot.
He's just not the type of person to push a friend, or his wife, into making a choice they don't want to make. If you're fine, it's fine, you have it taken care of. He trusts you.
But he pushes a tense breath out through his nose, avoiding his reflection with his face downturned. He's beginning to suffer in silence.
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Work comes and goes, then the groceries, and the hardy smell of dinner Levi has come to dread because you're not feeling well but you don't tell him anything.
He can only avoid thinking about it until he's drying the suds from the dishes on his hands. You haven't done them together lately, bouncy music ringing through the air, in which you sometimes try to goad him into dancing—as is routine. It's silent. You're upstairs.
He doesn't want to face you. Another break in routine. His insides feel cold.
Later, the television’s light and colors fade into a messy smear. Despite the blanket draped over his lap, he feels a chill. He’s lonely. But the anxiety inside him is racing and bright.
He doesn’t know why you’re pulling away from him. In relationships, people just call it exiting the honeymoon phase, but do those last for five years? No.
Is it unintentional, finishing dinner early and finding you in bed by the time Levi has washed up? When he steps through the doorway after work, you’re not there to greet him?
Those transgressions are small, he admits—he’s lucky just to have you. He shouldn’t ask for so much, but the more this loneliness expands and engulfs, he doesn’t know how long he can go on without mentioning anything. You have to have a good reason.
Your conversations always feel like they’re missing something lately. When out shopping, discussing the outrageous prices over a stupid symbol on a shirt even feels that way. Like there’s something you’re not admitting, and something he’s not asking.
He swallows. He whispers, “Do… Do you not love me anymore?”
At the weak sound of his own voice, he recoils slightly and wipes his mouth like something disgusting is on his lip. He’s thought it, but saying it feels unbelievable. Terrifying. Betraying. Real. A pain that runs deep and brutal through his veins and fills his heart with black.
He feels guilty.
It can’t be that you’re losing feelings, can you?—You’re married, loudly showing off the golden band on your finger everywhere you go.
But you have no excuses, and no explanations, for that matter.
If you don’t want him anymore, learning the reason terrifies him. It makes him think of some of the guys you dated back in college. They’re nothing like Levi, in all the good ways. Ways Levi can’t measure up to. They flirt with a smile, make you lean up to kiss them, with an air that draws the whole room towards them. Not all of them at the same time, but might as well.
Levi never saw himself as very special, really. You tell him he has a heart as golden as the ring he put on your finger, fiercely loyal, so beautiful you can’t look away, even though he hates it when you stare... Those are basic bits and pieces of your vows.
But now?
He can’t assume. He just has to ask. And if he asks, he has to resist asking why. Whatever is wrong with him is likely what he already thinks about himself in secret. Maybe he’s not treating you good enough, not putting aside enough time for you. Not interesting enough anymore.
Maybe he’s not enough anymore.
He’s paralyzed with fear. He’s been left before, many times, but it never gets easier. In fact he just sinks into more insecurity, and more fear.
He twitches away as a hand sinks into his hair, jerking his head over his shoulder to find you. You look almost as startled as he feels.
“Sorry, baby,” you say. “Are you okay?”
He swallows his hurt. “You surprised me. It’s not like you ever come down anymore after dinner. Thought you were asleep.”
Your lips part.
Don’t regret it. Own up to it. “What’re you doing here?” he whispers. What he never does when he’s hurt or angry is yell. His voice grows quiet instead. That explains why you look more hurt than before.
“Levi…” You blink, steadying yourself using the back of the couch. “I-I’ve been neglecting you, I know. I’m sorry.”
He doesn’t want you to do anything because you’re obligated to. That feels like a lie. Like you’re playing with him.
He makes himself glare. “If you know, why’re you doing it?”
“I need to tell you something. I’ve been scared about bringing it up, that’s, that’s why I’ve been avoiding you. I know you’re hurt, I just… needed to think.”
Suddenly, he wishes you’d stayed upstairs. In rapid-fire fashion, he debates with himself what that ‘something’ might be. The honeymoon phase is over; you’re bored of him and want a divorce, or some separation. You want to move. You want to move out. You’ve started seeing someone else, you’re cheating on him. Suspicion that he’s cheating. You're deathly sick, like how his mother was.
He doesn’t know whether to be terrified or hold onto the shreds of anger he still feels.
You must see the extreme worry drawn in his brow, for you reach out. He flinches when you touch his cheek, but doesn’t push you off. He doesn’t know how.
“Oh, Levi… Please. I’m so sorry."
He braces himself. "What're you sick with?"
“I'm not. It’s not a bad thing, or at least, I don’t think it is.”
Levi swallows, his adam’s apple visibly bobbing, and waits. You round the couch, and sit down beside him.
“I love you,” you murmur, taking his limp hands in yours. He doesn’t squeeze back. “You know I love you.”
Now you’re scaring him. Fervently, he searches your eyes, not understanding. “...That's not an answer. What. Is it?"
You audibly swallow, take a breath, and look up. You make your gaze iron-clad.
“My period was late two weeks ago, so I took a test. Two or three. So it’s for sure that, that I’m pregnant.”
Many feelings slam into him at the same time. A hit of joy, earth-shattering fear, and a slap of surprise.
He can’t breathe. You’re pregnant. Pregnant. He’s so dumbstruck he forgets how that’s possible for a second, then his mouth drops open. It’s too dry to mutter any words.
You launch into a slew of explanations. “My birth control must’ve—it didn’t work, and so I’ve been struggling how to tell you. I thought maybe if I just waited, it’d be fine.
“So,” you say quietly, your eyes dropping down. “I’m pregnant... And I need to know what you want to do.”
His face heats, the feeling exploding inside him whether to laugh or cry or dissolve into a puddle on the floor.
Why are you apologizing? He wants to ask this, but the words won’t come out.
You didn’t plan for this, of course you didn’t. Hence the birth control, and the condoms… the tiniest chance. Almost infinitesimal.
“Pregnant,” he mutters. Saying it out loud makes it reality, if you hadn’t spoken first. You and him are having a baby. Whatever he was upset about earlier is eviscerated. Somewhere, he feels horrible for doubting you. Then there’s everything else.
“Yes.” You stroke his knuckles. “Levi? Say something, please.”
The command makes him remember himself. He takes your hands in a tight squeeze, pulling them up to his lips. The living room is spinning.
He will protect you. A fierce wave of worry hits him.
“I’m going to be…”
“Yes.” You look amused, but mostly sad. “I mean, if you want to keep it.”
He stares incredulously at you. “What?”
“What?”
“I’m keeping you both,” he states, no argument. It stuns him to say out loud, but he keeps going. “…Wait. Did you have something different in mind? Say it, if you do. Tell me now.”
He shouldn’t get his hopes up, he realizes. You never said what you want.
“Fuck.” Tears like glitter rise to your eyes as you lean in, nearly brushing foreheads. “I’m so glad you said that. Yes. I want it. Even though it wasn’t planned, we’ll figure it out, right?”
His breath shudders when he sighs. He is so intensely afraid. He is so happy he could cry.
Leaning forward, he takes you into his arms from the side and holds you to his chest to despite that. Messing your hair with his hand, kissing your head.
“Yes,” he whispers, his eyes violently stinging. He shuts them. “Yes. I. I love you. Very much.”
A chuckle spills from you, your fingers sliding into his. “Fuck, Levi.”
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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years
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Hey can do yandere levi x reader pregnant please
OH MY GAWWWWDDD YEEEESSSS
Yandere!Levi x pregnant!Reader
TW: yandere behaviour, mention of pregnancy ofc, babytrapping
Levi was being so... overprotective. He had always been possessive and protective but now that he had found out you were pregnant, everything had amplified to the fullest.
At first, you didn't want to tell him, you knew he'd become like this, but when you started to puke and faint out of nowhere, he dragged you to a doctor himself without even asking you.
And here you were now, on your comfortable armchair in the home he'd bought for you both. He had married you so fast, he had arranged everything on his own. It wasn't any grand wedding, just you, him and the man carrying out the marriage.
You didn't really have anything or anyone. Your parents had abandoned you in the streets ever since you were little and the military was an easy way to make profit and live beneath a roof and sleep with your belly full.
You were around 19 years old when you joined the survey corps. The military police wasn't an option since you weren't all that skilled, and everybody joined the garrison in your graduation year, so there weren't any empty places left. You were left out and so you had no choice but to join the Survey Corps.
You didn't regret it though, no matter how terrifying it was, the people were kind and friendly, even the superiors, even the newly appointed commander.
Captain Levi had taken everybody's attention. People started to call him humanity's strongest and with every passing expedition, you were starting to realise why.
He had been looking for people to add to his still nonexistent squad, but you had no idea why you were the first he took to his side. You weren't a particularly talented soldier. There were certainly soldiers with a higher kill count than yours.
You had taken out around 15 titans solo and 23 assists. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't actually impressive either.
It all happened so fast. You fell for him, he fell for you, and here you were now.
You watched him ride on his large brown horse towards your house through the window. He was rushing. He always rushed coming to you. He always looked like a God, riding fast like this. His horse neighed loudly as he urged it to slow down suddenly. His black hair waved in the air and his silver eyes were focused and determined.
He rushed to the door and walked in, finding you there, by the window, on the armchair that he had built for you himself.
"Are you okay?! How's the baby?! I haven't been missing too long, have I?"
You giggled. "It's only been a week. I am alright."
He dropped on one knee in front of you, coming face to face with your ever growing belly. He placed a hand on bump and he held your hand with the other.
"She hasn't been giving you a hard time, has she?"
You grinned. "It can be a boy too, you know."
Levi wanted a girl, you wanted a boy. There was no middle ground.
"Then we'll have another."
You laughed. Sometimes it scared you how fast he was moving and how fast he was making decisions about both your future, but right now, you were just happy to see him.
"I missed you." It came out of your mouth without permission and his eyes widened. What was it with that newfound display of affection? He knew you loved him, but you had your difficult times.
How you said you didn't want to marry him and you wanted more in life than this. You were young. Too young to start a family yet. You wanted to fight, you wanted to live first, you wanted... many things that he had snatched away the chance of you to live them.
But now you were here, a housewife, a mother, barely 20 years old. You couldn't complain though. You were far better off than most women your age. Levi took care of you and you were no longer living in the streets.
Plus, you had almost convinced yourself you loved him.
"I missed you too, brat," he pulled himself up on his feet and he leaned to catch your lips in his own.
You hummed in the kiss. So needy and clingy, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and tugged him closer down to you. Maybe your current state was making you need him more than any other time.
He pulled from the kiss and you whined in protest, but he cupped your cheek and spoke. "I'll go get changed and I'll be right back."
You nodded at him. "There's food in the kitchen if you're hungry."
He frowned. "You shouldn't be cooking in your current state."
You chuckled "And what would I eat?"
"I'll be staying with you for a week. I'll cook."
You laughed. "You don't know how to cook!"
"Then teach me."
You sighed "Fine."
"I'll go get changed. If you need anything, just call out."
"Yeah, yeah."
Always so worried. You sighed and waited for him, letting your head roll back to your armchair. Your hands lingered on the bump on your belly. You were on the seventh month and it was getting hard to do the simplest things like lean or tend to the garden that Levi loved so much, or cook and clean.
Before you knew it, you were dozing off in sleep. Not to mention that all you did was sleep and eat like a pig.
Levi returned to meet your sleeping form. A smile tugged at his lips. You were so precious. His precious little wife. The mother of his child. You were everything to him. He'd lose his sanity without you. Even when you were still at the start of your relationship, he'd go insane if he didn't see you for an entire day.
But now you were here, safe, in this little home, in this small village. No one knew you were captain Levi's wife and you were safer like this. He'd keep you safe no matter what.
Levi picked you up. Despite your added weight, he picked you up with no effort at all. You were so beautiful like this, turning to bury your face in his chest, even in your sleep you recognised his presence.
He placed you on your bed gently and covered you beneath the sheets. Sometimes he wondered whether he was obsessed with you or whether this was love. It didn't matter though. You were his. All his.
He didn't know how many hours he stood there, staring at you while you slept. He leaned in and kissed your lips gently not to wake you. You needed rest and he needed to suppress his lust for now. If he had you now, he'd break you.
You were a fighter once upon a time. If he hadn't knocked you up, you would have never agreed to marry him and settle down so fast. You wanted to live your life. What an absurd excuse?
But it was best you never found out about that.
He kissed you all over your face and you hummed in your sleep. He smiled.
"Mine."
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lucysarah-c · 1 year
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Chapters: 18/? Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin)/Reader, Levi & Reader, Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin) & Reader, Levi/Reader, Erwin Smith/Reader, Nanaba/Mike Zacharias, Levi Ackerman & Reader, Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith/Reader Characters: Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Hange Zoë, Erwin Smith, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman, Jean Kirstein, Sasha Blouse, Connie Springer, Mike Zacharias, Nanaba (Shingeki no Kyojin), Petra Ral, Levi Ackerman Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends, Enemy Lovers, Loss of Virginity, Virginity, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Cheating, Consensual Underage Sex, Underage Sex, Underage Kissing, Secret Relationship, Sex takes a while to happen, Misogyny, misogyny considering the time period canon snk takes place, did I already say that chapters are long? CHAPTERS ARE LONG, I don't know how tags work, Levi used to have plenty of casual sex before joining the scouts, Takes place after the events of ACWNR, ACWNR, Age Difference, age gap Series: Part 2 of Holy Ground Summary:
Your relationship with your boyfriend is hanging on by a very thin thread, and everything is a good excuse to not go back to your cold bed - and that’s how you find yourself in a situation that you will soon regret. This story takes place before Eren discovered he was a Titan shifter, before Wall Maria was retaken, even before it was broken. The veterans usually make fun of the cadets for being bratty teenagers, but were they any better?
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I hope you enjoy this 24 pages of Levi and y/n being two dorks ❤️
Thank you so so much @coral-relevium for the patience and for beta correcting this chapter ❤️
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welkinsky · 1 year
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GIVE ME AOT FANFIC IDEAS! please <3
It's been a MINUTE since I've written any AOT fanfic.
More than a minute lol it's been ages AAAAA and I wanted to start again.
Do you guys have any ideas? Asks are open please help your girl out here :3
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