I was looking for Levi the Llama but found these instead i made like 30+ pages of that comic lmao and it’s horrible. I liked the idea but I didn’t know how to continue. Just posted these on twitter. I’d like to finish it but Idk how to proceed with it the comic is shit and i don’t know if i can commit to that because it’s so time consuming, but I dunno if i can write it. Could someone please turn this into a fic form for me lmao heck I would even co-author this.
Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Female Cadet Characters: Rating:NSFW Content: Bondage, blindfolding, knife play, masochistic behaviour, blood play, themes of BDSM, face slapping, choking, degradation, dacryphiliaaaaaa
Finally writing about my husband! Ugh I love him. I would PAY this man to slap me in the face holy shit.
WARNING!!! This is one of my more intense posts. Please be wary, this post involves cutting of a knife and being burnt. It features a lot of harm from Levi so if you are uncomfortable with that please do not continue reading. He. is. mean. to. you. That’s how I write him, so keep that in mind.
“Levi with all due respect this is the absolute worst.” Now you’ve done it. You just had to open your big mouth and argue against your captain. Sure, he was being a bit unfair but you’re a cadet! You have no place to argue against his orders. The rest of the squad looks at you, their eyes as wide as saucers as they watch on to see what Levi will bring upon you as punishment. But, it’s quiet. A bit too quiet for your liking, he simply inhales deeply and shuts his eyes. “Come to my quarters tonight.” His voice that sort of quiet that is chilling to the bone. Even Mikasa is intimidated by it. Granted, she’s younger than you but definitely one of the fiercest on the squad. You gulp loudly as a bead of cold sweat drips down your neck. Yeah… now you’ve really done it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hesitantly, your feet drag towards that hallway which held your fate. Who knows what the captain has in store for you. The thought of it makes you shiver as you reach his door at the very end of the corridor. “Come in, cadet.” Your knuckles hadn’t even touched the wood when his voice echoed from the other side of the door. You’d be lying if you said that the sudden sound of his voice didn’t make you slightly jump. Your fingers wrap around the cold handle, striking goosebumps over your arms. As you open the door, your eyes spot Levi sitting at a desk directly across from the entrance. “Closer.” He barely tears his attention away from the scattered papers. You fiddle with your fingertips and step further towards his desk where he finally looks up and stops writing. His harsh eyes seem to pierce right through to your soul. You shift the weight on your feet and glance around the room, trying to avoid eye contact.
“Care to explain what that was earlier?” He sits back and cocks an eyebrow, waiting for your answer. “Not only did you talk back but you also didn’t even care to acknowledge me as your captain.” All you can really do to answer back is mumble incoherently under your breath, obviously regretting your actions. “Speak up, cadet.” His intimidating voice sent a shock down your spine. He was now standing, obviously growing impatient. You muster up all of your courage to look up at him. “I apologise, Captain. I was completely out of line.” You pray for him to accept it and let you go. Any moment spent stuck in this room with him was laced with pure anxiety. “Yes. You were. This isn’t even the first occasion too. How much longer do you think you’ll get away with these childish games?” He steps further towards you, leaning against his deck with his arms crossed. You mumble once more causing Levi to scoff. “Did I not tell you to speak up?” He asks, his hand tangling into your hair and giving it a slight tug to tilt your head back and present your neck. A move to show that you’re completely vulnerable to him. “Yes sir.” You squeak. Not expecting his sudden movements at all. The tiny pull against you hair takes you back to nights alone with a certain other cadet, your cheeks flush red at the memory. “Why so timid now? You clearly weren’t afraid to speak up earlier.” He pulls harder earning a quiet gasp. Levi steps back and lets go. “You enjoying this, cadet?” His tone is almost accusing rather than questioning. You’re at a complete loss for words. Embarrassed that you really did that in front of your captain. You eyes trail down his figure, stopping at his noticeable semi, it even appears that he takes notice of your wanding attention. “Seems you’re not learning at all.” He barely gives you any time to react to his words before he grips your wrist and drags you over to his bed in the corner, throwing you harshly.
“What are you-!” “Shut up.” He slips his belt off with an intimidating ease and wraps it around your wrists, tying you to the bed frame. You wriggle to try and slip free, ultimately failing. “Captain! I’m sorry!” He huffs tiredly and pulls a slim piece of fabric out of his nightstand. Much to your surprise, he ties it around your head, covering your eyes from seeing anything. “You need to learn. It seems a stern few words aren’t gonna work against you.” With the loss of your sight, you whimper. Relying purely on the dull sounds of his movements around the room. The familiar unsheathing of his sword throws you into a panic. “Wait wait wait! Captain please-!” The tip of the blade touches your hip, specifically where your shirt ends. In one swift movements, the swords runs right up the middle, cutting off all the buttons and exposing your chest to him. You tremble, feeling a slight cut against the skin over your ribs. His warm hand grazes over one of your hips as he inhales deeply. “Completely bare. Safe to assume it’s the same down here?” He asks, perching the blade against the hem of your pants. No warning, he cuts it open as well, narrowly avoiding causing further damage to your skin. It’s just as he assumed, completely bare for presentation. You barely know what to make of it all. The cool air blows against your already icy skin. “Sir-” “I told you to shut up. That’s an order.” A familiar scent of tobacco fills the room. The potent smell invades your nose, letting you know he was smoking. “Honestly, cadet. You get away with everything. Why do you think that is?” He takes another drag and blows the smoke into your unsuspecting face. You cough back against the cloud. “It’s because you’re a brat. Not to mention cute. You think you can bat your eyelashes and get away with murder. No. This punishment was always going to happen one way or another.” He sounds almost confident in his words, as if he had been studying your behaviour. He smiles maliciously, brushing your hair behind your ears. “So don’t blame anyone else but yourself for everything that happens next.” An overwhelming burning sensation erupts onto your collarbone, leaving you to thrash against your binds and cry out in pain. It’s briefly taken away before placed back down beside the first burn. Over and over until the heat started to cool down and wouldn’t leave any more marks. You whimper and bite your bottom lip, trying not to let your tears fall from underneath the blindfold. Levi’s hand reaches up and softly holds your cheek, his actions the complete opposite of what he just did. “Such pretty marks. I’ll show you.” he slips the fabric off and throws it back on his nightstand. It takes a moment for your watering eyes to adjust back to the light but once you look down, you notice obvious burns from a cigarette scattered across your chest. They were rather pretty, to a masochist that is.
“Now, what I do next… you can’t look away from.” He warns while walking back over to his desk where he fetches a small knife. “I want you to watch what happens when you act out of line.” Levi climbs onto the bed and wraps your legs around his waist to sit between them. As much as you want to, you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from his hand that holds the knife, unsure as to what he was planning. At an almost teasingly slow pace, he presses the blade against your hip, just barely breaking the skin. “A bitch needs to have her owners name on them, perhaps it’ll teach them to behave.” He smirks, forcing the blade further into your flesh and dragging it down. You shriek at the sensation, barely able to hold back from crying. You legs wrap tighter around from him, trying to tell him that it hurts too much. “Captain-” His hand strikes against your cheek, leaving you dumbfounded. “Seems the bitch can’t even obey orders. Shame.” With your eyes peering down, you notice he’s cut the shape of an L into your hip. Almost your whole body aches. Your cheek from the slap, your chest from the burns and now your hip as he begins to carve the E. Tears roll down your cheeks and land onto the mattress below. “Crying, cadet? How pathetic.” His hand covered in your dripping blood wraps around your neck, cutting off most of your air yet not enough for you to pass out. “Whose fault is this? Answer me.” He growls, finishing off the V. “Mine!” You hiss, trying not to use up the only air that you can get. ‘Good girl. Seems someone’s learning.” Purely out of satisfaction from your answer, he makes the final letter significantly faster than the last three. He had only dragged it out to be agonising because you had simply refused to acknowledge your fault. You blood trickles down, staining the sheets below. His name now carved into your hip, you whimper at the stinging that doesn’t appear to be easing up any time soon.
Levi stands to his feet and unbinds your hands. You look up at him with confusion. Isn’t he going to… you know? His eyes don’t even consider glancing down to you, he simply turns and sits back at his desk. Almost as if he were ignoring what just happened. You sit up slowly, still unsure as to what happens now. “Uh… Captain?” “You’re excused cadet. Go clean yourself up. I expect you to listen to orders from now on.” What the fuck? You tediously step off the bed and hold your ripped shirt shut. Was that really it? Your feet carry you back towards the door that seemed so frightening not too long ago. “Oh and cadet?” You glance back at him, not expected to hear anything else. “You are to meet me at my quarters after every training. It seems you haven’t learnt at all.” You nod your head and turn your back to him. A slight smile creeping on your lips. So he has a plan for you after all…
__________________________________________________________________ Sorry for the short post teehee I’ll be posting one where he actually does the sexy times but I just wanted to write this scenario because BARK BARK WOOF brand me Levi
Pairing: Jean Kirstein x Dom Female Reader Characters: Jean Kirstein, Levi Ackerman, Sasha Braus, Connie Springer Rating:NSFW Content:Overstimulation, dacryphilia, marking, edging, brat-taming, forced submission, worship, orgasm denial
This is another request! AHHH! Thank you so much @Sayakarii for your support, I hope you enjoy it ^v^ Writing this was a blast! We stan horse boy up in here. <3
This is set in season 4 when Jean is 19-years-old :) There are NO SPOILERS for season 4 of Attack on Titan but there may be a few for the first 3 seasons. Please be wary. This is also not accurate to season 4, I’m just making shit up.
“Y/N! Watch out!” Your head snaps toward a blurred object flying towards your face. You narrowly dodge it with a quick adjustment to your in-air height. You glance back at Sasha who gave you the warning. “Thank you!” You shout back. You knew that going into battle was going to be a challenge, but never had you imagined it to be this degree. One wrong move or strayed attention and you’ll be dead in seconds. While, of course, you’re terrified – There’s also that rush of danger that seems to make you smile all the while facing almost certain death.
“Y/N I swear if you cheat death one more fucking time–” You hear a voice call out from the distance to your right. You look over to see Jean flying through the air with his brows furrowed. “Sir yes sir!” You holler before swiftly avoiding the debris flying through the air from collapsing buildings. You had always been known on the squad as the one who just barely misses death.
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“I’m tellin’ ya Y/N, this luck of yours is insane.” Connie huffs, throwing off his ODM gear. You follow suit, feeling the weight lift off of your waist. “It’s more of a curse at this point.” You joke. Feeling a strain on your neck, you rotate your head to stretch it out. “Get rest tonight.” The striking voice of your captain Levi echoes through the room. “From here on out there won’t be any breaks.” You groan quietly at his remark while you refill the tanks to your gear.
Your eyes dart up to Jean on the other side of the room. He appears grumpier than usual. In fact, it reminds you of your old training days with him as a teenager. You slide off the wooden boxes and trot over to him. “What’s with the sour look?” You ask, bending over so your eyes are level. Jean shakes his head as he continues to refill his tanks. "What? You ignoring me or something?“ You ask as you stand upright, throwing your hands on your hips. Yet still. Silence. Anger slowly bubbles inside your chest, growing impatient at his childish behaviour. "That’s it.” You grab him by the scruff of his neck and pull him towards you. “You’re coming with me.” With no further comment, he follows obediently.
Once you reach your personal quarters, you push him inside and lock the door. “Wanna tell me what that shit was about?” You ask, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. Jean clenches his jaw. Clearing avoiding eye contact with you. “You really don’t care. Do you?” His words catch you by surprise. “Pardon? Care about what?” “Yourself!” He yells, stepping closer toward you. “You have no fear for your own life. You go out into battle like it doesn’t matter if you return or not.” He pauses. Now frowning and heaving to himself. “Fuck you.” You look to the floorboards, trying to hide your smile as your tongue grazes over your lips. “And what does it matter to you?” You ask, looking back up at him with a cocky look plastered on your face. “Go fuck yourself.” He huffs whilst looking at you through his downturned eyebrows. “I think you should be a little nicer, Jean.” You warn, adding a vindictive emphasis on his name. “Or what?” He tests, getting in your face. Just a few mere inches away. “What can you do. Huh?” It was the one thing about him that never failed to tick you off, the headspace that he was always the one in charge no matter who he was facing. Aside from Levi of course.
You flash him a fake smile before grabbing a fistful of his hair and throwing him to his knees. Jean grips your wrist of the hand that’s tangled in his hair, trying to release the pressure on his skull. “Let’s try that again hm?” You grin, forcing him to look up at you. Jean scoffs at you and squints his eyes. “You really think you can dominate me?” His condescension just pisses you off that tiny bit more. “Yes.” You pull him in closer to you, tightening your grip which makes him wince. “I do.” He raises an eyebrow, obviously in denial that you could make him submit to you. “I’d like to see you try.” He titters. “Careful what you wish for.” You nudge the tip of your boot-covered foot against his crotch, taking note of the tent in his pants from being completely erect. “If I were mistaken, I’d say you’re enjoying this.” You tease, slighting rubbing him through his pants. “Tell me, what part made you hard? Was it when I pulled your hair? Or is it when I forced you onto your knees?” You shift in tone sent chills down his spine. Jean’s cheeks flush to a bright red, eyes slightly glazing over. You can tell he needs one more nudge to throw him into subspace. You graze your thumb over his bottom lip, now noticing him urging forward in desperation for a kiss.
You straighten yourself and walk away from Jean who remained on his knees, watching you intensely as you sit on the edge of the bed. “Come.” You command, throwing one leg over the other. Jean vigorously shakes his head as if to snap himself out of the state. “You really think I’m gonna–” “Jean.” Your tone now far more forceful. You lean forward and stare at him, eyes of ice and filled with intimidation. “I said come.” He says nothing. Strictly obeying your command, he attempts to stand. You click your tongue with displeasure. “No. Crawl to me.” Jean body visibly trembles under your command. He slowly but surely crawls on all fours and sits by your legs. “Good boy.” You lift his chin with your foot, making sure that he’s looking up at you. With no further words, you rest your leg over his shoulder. He makes no hesitation to kiss you through your clothes all the way from your ankle to your inner thigh. Worshipping your body as if you were his new God. You run your fingertips up his neck, his head tilting up with the movement. You lean further in to him, lips just inches away. Jean’s eyes begin to flutter shut, awaiting your contact. You barely sweep his lips with your own, far too light to be a kiss. “Hm. I don’t think you deserve it yet.” You whisper. His mouth gapes open yet he says nothing. A frown paints his face. You smile at his obvious frustration.
“Please…” His body jerks as your hands slowly explore his upper half. Every touch that you lay on his body just makes it all the more obvious that he’s in subspace. His sensitivity now at its max. “Please what?” You taunt. Knowing exactly what it is that he wants. He bites his bottom lip, trying to work up the nerve. “Help me…” His eyes full of desperation as he motions to his crotch. “Hurts.” You look down, considering giving him what he desires. A wicked plan brews in your mind. “Okay. Come sit up here.” You say, patting the spot beside you. Jean practically jumps to his feet and crawls over. You straddle his legs, leaving enough room to touch him.
You tie his wrists together with your belt and pull down his zipper at an almost agonisingly slow pace. Unsurprisingly, his cock springs free at the release from its previously cramped space. Jean exhales at the feeling. Even if you hadn’t known how horny he was before, it was oh so obvious now. Rock hard and already leaking precum. You smirk to yourself, taking it as a compliment. You slide your hand down his cock, coating it in his own precum. You set yourself for a rhythmic pace, not too fast for him to come yet not too slow to be dull. Jean dips his head back, engulfed in the pleasure. His mouth agape and letting out shallow breaths. You quicken your pace. His legs jolt at the sudden speed. Jean covers his mouth with his hand, knowing that anyone who walks past could hear through the door with cracks in the wood. He groans lowly, signalling that he’s close. As his voice begins to break, you let go. Taking away his stimulation and denying his orgasm. Jean whines and stares at you with a frustrated look. His flushed cheeks and heaving chest is a sight you find rather cute.
Purely out of spite from his behaviour earlier, you repeat this process. Over and over until Jean begs with tears streaming down his cheeks. You teased him until he because so sensitive that all it could take is one singular touch and he’d immediately come. “P-please! Please let me come. Please I need it so bad.” He cries out, not caring who hears. His eyes stained red from crying, the view of it all stirs an animalistic desire within you. You wrap your hand around his neck and lean in to his ear. “You wanna come so bad? Fine.” Your words send goosebumps over his body. He watches intensely as you slide your pants down just enough to expose yourself without having to remove your harnesses.
Jean inhales sharply as you hover yourself over his throbbing cock. With a devious grin, you quickly sink down. His entire length stretches your insides causing you to gasp. You had forgotten just how big he actually was. That one action is all it takes for him to reach his climax, shooting his cum deep inside of you. Jean’s body trembles from the release that he had been chasing for what felt like hours. His head rests against your shoulder where he attempts to catch his breath all the while choking back on his tears. You ignore his exhaustion and continue to bounce on him. Jean’s head springs up to look at you. “W-wha–” “You really thought I’d stop there? Oh no baby.” Your hips slam against his thighs. Jean shrieks at the overstimulation, still too sensitive from his orgasm. “Please!” He cries. “I can’t! I can’t come again! Hurts!” You remain ignorant, now picking up your pace. More tears fall from his eyes. In a moment of softness, you give in to a kiss. He hungrily kisses back, whining against your lips. “Good boy, just a little longer.” You pant, knowing that your own orgasm is vastly approaching.
As you approach the final build-up, your lips connect with his neck. Sucking deep hickies into his skin. Jean yelps at the overwhelming sensations. With your climax in close proximity, you bite down onto his shoulder. Sinking your teeth so deep into his skin that blood trickles from it. It seems as though not even Jean could compose himself as he comes for a second time, filling you completely with his semen. You ride out the high of euphoria, panting against Jean’s almost crumbling body. “If you… get off now… it’s gonna go everywhere.” He says between breaths. You laugh to yourself. “And whose fault is that mr you-can’t-dom-me.” Jean rolls his eyes and kisses your temple. “Definitely noted to listen to you next time.” You wipe his face of the now drying tears. “Levi said we should get rest tonight.” He watches as you free his hands from the belt-bind, the tightness leaving faint bruises. “Maybe don’t tell him about this…”
__________________________________________________________________ I’M BACK BITCHES I stayed up like all night writing this cos sudden inspiration. Also- Y’ALL I LEGIT MISS SUBSPACE SO MUCH WTF You know when you just like lose all concept of reality and it’s just ‘obey’ UGH Haven’t had any action in yonks heartbeenbrokesomanytimes :,)
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Finally, we have arrived to the last work (7/7) of the Candy Heart Club! Levi Ackerman is our last boy up with the candy heart saying “I’m Yours”. Thank you so much for all of your support throughout this even, you guys are the best! Stay sweet and happy February!
Prompt:Candlelight dinners and moonlight strolls are something you and Levi do so rarely, you don’t even remember the last time either of you had the time to do something so peaceful and lovely. So, when Levi suggests to do both in the same evening? Something’s gotta be up.
A/N: Firstly, I would like to say I am so sorry that this is getting out so late. Some IRL stuff came up that I had to deal with, so that had to take my priority. Secondly, I would like to thank each and every one of you for consistently supporting me throughout this event! I had a lot of fun with these prompts and making fun stuff for Valentine’s Day and the month of February. And, lastly, thank you all so so much for 800! I really have so much fun writing these works and being a part of this fun community online and I look forward to many more things in the future. For now, I hope you enjoy this fic!
Word Count: 1.4K
Biting into the roll, you almost groan at the taste. After it was warmed and slathered with butter, a delacy within the Scout Regiment, it was practically the best thing you’ve ever tasted.
“Don’t choke on it,” Levi’s voice from across the table interrupted your chewing, an “are you kidding me” look present on his face.
“It’s so good,” you say, almost in awe of how it seemed to hug your taste buds, “how’d you get it?” Levi shook his head and smiled, passing you the second half of his roll towards you wordlessly. You looked up at him and down at the roll and then back to him. He confirms his intentions and you scoop the roll onto your plate.
“I just talked to a few people to find out where they were.” He says nonchalantly, his gaze fixated on the little candle burning on the small table you were seated at.
“What’d you tell them this time - you’ll make them trim every blade of grass with a pair of scissors, one by one?” You quip, sighing happily into the perfectly cooked meal all laid out before you. Levi’s hand settles gently atop yours, brushing your skin with his calloused thumb. Silence settles as the two of you eat, savoring the delectable food that only comes around once in a while. Even though the both of you were high ranking soldiers within the scout regiment, really good food was hard to come by. So, tonight, it was a gift - an expensive one.
“I don’t want you to rush, so just keep enjoying your dinner, but I was thinking we could take the horses out for a bit tonight.” Raising a brow and pronging another morsel onto your fork, you wave it around a bit, gesturing to him.
“What is all this? Candlelight dinner, a moonlight ride… it’s very romantic.” Rolling his eyes, he pinches your hand a bit.
“We’ve both been busy and we haven’t had time to do either in a while, so I figured we could just do both tonight.” You give him a grin as you pop the last bit of food, part of the roll that you had saved, into your mouth. You didn’t feel the need to mention that the two of you went out for a long walk the other night, soaking up the fresh air and the presence of each other just two weeks ago.
“Okay then,” you say, swallowing the last bit of food. If Levi wanted to be romantic and gentlemanly and sweet, you weren’t going to stop him. It’s not a side of him you get to see often. To you, he was like a street cat that had to be slowly tamed. You knew he had a much more vulnerable center but the shell he kept around himself was scrappy and protective. But, with enough trust, that little cat would roll onto its back and expose its soft underbelly, longing for affection. Swallowing the last of your food, you flip your hand so that it rests now completely in his palm. You tug him up from his seat a bit and the two of you walk down the quiet corridor of the unofficial scout HQ, finding your way towards the stables.
Brushing your horse’s mane was something so subtly calming that you found yourself unraveling every strand for hours. Thus, your dapple gray horse was always in peak condition - its ivory and taupe mane and tail always flowing and a very happy animal that would take you anywhere you wanted to go.
“That animal is spoiled.” Whipping around from where you were situating your saddle to the man who was already seated atop his black horse, there was Levi.
“She is not spoiled, she just looks pristine. As opposed to yours, even though I brush him from time to time. I told you that you needed to be more consistent with his care or else he’ll buck you off.” Levi exhales out of his nose a little harshly, hard enough that you could hear it, and he pats his horse on the neck.
“Hurry up, we’re losing moonlight.” He says, drawling a bit on the last word. Your laugh, which sounded like a short snort, came out of your mouth as you buckle the girth of the saddle, situate your foot in one of the stirrups, and hoist yourself up and onto your mare.
“Yeah, yeah, let’s get going. You lead the way, since you’re so eager to get out there.” Levi turns his horse around a bit and taps it with his heels, encouraging the black stallion into a steady trot. You fall in place beside him easily.
The ride was lovely, the warm summer air wrapping around you like a hug. There were fireflies, their lights flickering on and off, dotting yours and Levi’s way as he led you deeper through the plains and into the woods.
“Levi, where are we going? We’ve kinda strayed off course from the regular riding path,” you ask, both of your horses now at a languid walking pace. His chiseled face maintained a steady gaze forward.
“Let it be a surprise, will you?” He huffs, a quiver of a smile flitting across his lips. A similar one spreads across your face as you twist your horse’s mane in between your fingers alongside the reins.
“Okay, Levi Ackerman. Surprise me.” Finally, he looks at you. He guides his horse closer to you and pulls your arm, giving you a quick kiss.
“You’re a smartass. Now, hop on behind me and I’ll guide your horse there. Close your eyes, and don’t peek.” Giggling, like you’re twelve years old, you hop onto your hot boyfriend’s horse and wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek into his back. Oh if little you could see you now. You could almost feel him roll his eyes, but he shakes a bit as a chuckle reverberates through him. You two stay like this for a couple more minutes until, finally, you feel the both of you pause.
“Okay, can I open?” You ask, eager to see what Levi has tried keeping a secret for the entire evening.
“Yeah,” he says, dismounting and holding your hand, helping you off while still keeping your eyes closed. “You can open ‘em.” As your Y/E/C eyes flutter open, you have to inhale a huge breath because of the scene around you. Like it was plucked out of an award winning painting, an enchanting setting fell across your view. A pond full of lily pads and a grove of willow trees, the most gorgeous field of flowers befell you. It was like the petals were born from the starry sky, the color pulled from the very moon beams that nurtured it. It was such beauty, such calmness that you didn’t think you could ever find in nature, in this world. Slowly, you sink into the beds of flowers and draw your hands over them, marveling at both their strength and delicacy.
“Levi, I… I don’t even know the words to describe this place.” Overwhelming your senses, you feel the tears in your eyes well. For the first time, you think in your entire life, happy tears start trickling down your face. Wordlessly, he cups your face with both of his hands and stares into your eyes, his own dull gray capturing every speck of color in yours.
“Y/N, I know I’m not easy to love. I never have been, and I don’t know if I ever will be. But I know that I love you, and dammit, I want you to love me.”
“I do love you-”
“Just let me finish.” And you do. “I want you to love me for the rest of your lives. And I know that I will love you. So, just…” Levi pauses, a little lost for words. “I’m yours - completely yours, if you’ll be mine.” It’s not a storybook proposal by any means. There’s no ring, no promise of a wedding, no ‘will you marry me’. But you know what this means, and it means more than any of those things could.
“I’m yours,” you promise, kissing him and wrapping your arms around his neck. “I am yours.”
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Prompt:Humanity’s strongest soldier never thought about settling down with anyone - but when he sees you? He can’t stop wondering about what a life with you might look like.
A/N: Hi guys! Here is the fourth part of the Valentine’s Day event! Another fic should be up later tonight, so be on the lookout for that. But yay! Levi! Our fav captain! I hope you all enjoy <3
Word Count: 1.4K
Considering he was a man with a constant struggle against insomnia, Levi Ackerman didn’t rest much. While he was always willing to lay down with you for a bit until you drift off to sleep, but after he was sure you were deep in dreamland, he’d carefully let you go and move his arms - leaving you on the bed curled up under covers and allowing him to tiptoe out of your shared room and into his office directly adjacent to it. But while his physical self strayed a bit farther from you, his mind surely did not. In fact, when he wasn’t flying in the air with blades unsheathed, his eyes set dead on the nape of the titan in front of him, his thoughts only seemed to be of you.
It was odd, he used to think, that you had chosen him of all people to be interested in. He didn’t fit the bill of primary requirements that women might want; sure he was athletic, built, and had a pretty face - but he was also short, working most of the time, and harsh. You liked to joke that you didn’t choose and that you were just stuck with him through some twist of fate, but every time before the two of you would leave for a mission, you’d leave him with the same words: “I’d always choose you.” And he, without hesitation, would always choose you too.
You were a clear leader amongst your colleagues and the scouts, but held an understanding that Levi lacked. You were able to note the relationships between the cadets and what made them tick, you knew what meal day tended to be their favorite, but most importantly, you knew him.
Levi was a difficult person to understand. Buried deep under layers and layers of hard cold exterior was a most vulnerable and sensitive human being. The memories of his mother, his first two friends, and his squad were pushed down so he didn’t have to relive it every thirty seconds. And you knew all of it. You knew that when he tipped his head down a bit, just so that his hair covered his eyes, it would be so that no one could see the tears threatening to spill from them. You knew when he wanted a hug, he needed one. You know he loves you.
It was another one of those nights where sleep couldn’t grace him. He was left to stare at the ceiling while you buried your face into the crook of his neck. Your breathing tickled the skin there and it blew back the tips of his hair just a little bit, but he didn’t mind. Not one bit. In fact, tonight, he held on a bit tighter to you instead of slipping away to make a dent in his ever growing pile of paperwork. He turned his head just a bit to look at you. Your face was clear of the stress and worry lines that held purchase on your skin during the day. Your eyes weren’t scrunched in frustration or confusion at the new squad formation blueprints. You looked so peaceful, it almost made Levi want to cry.
This was how he wanted you to be every day. Not in the sense of you shouldn’t be a part of the survey corps - he knew you would never be happy sitting around in a house while there was something you could be doing to help the cause. He wanted the titans to be gone and for the two of you to live in a little cottage in the countryside, where the only thing you would hear in the mornings would be the bluebirds singing and the little stream in your yard rushing. He wants to see you smiling as the two of you read in chairs outside, rocking back and forth on your front porch. And then when he looks down at your hands and sees the rings on both your fingers- woah.
“Where the hell did that come from.” He thinks aloud, whispering the words. He looks back to the ceiling, then glances at you again. Marriage was something that was always on his no-no list. Too big of a commitment in the world he was currently living in. Just the notion of what the ring brought along with it made him nervous and unsteady. He despised the thought of finding a severed hand with a ring on it even more. So why was he thinking about it? Finally, he resumed his usual nightly routine. He unwound his arms from you, making sure you were still sound and asleep, lightly snoring against your pillow, and then he made his way out of the room and towards his desk.
He all but collapsed into his office chair, blowing out air from his puffed cheeks as he retraced his mental steps. Obviously, he loves you. He would be a fool to try and think otherwise. But where did that urge for that sort of future come from? It’d be ideal for both of you to make it alive and out of this hell the two of you were privy to. But marriage? Dressing up and having a little ceremony, him in his best clothes and you in a sweet white dress with a little bouquet of flowers in your hand. It was all so domestic, so carefree. Not at all feeling like there was an invisible time limit on it all. No sand from an hourglass falling, no time on a watch ticking.
Levi’s eyes darted around his desk. Papers were stacked in tidy piles, pens lined up neatly along the left side. He pulled open all his drawers except for the big one at the bottom, leaving that one completely alone. There wasn’t much to be seen within them - a magnifying glass and loose leaf paper being some of the only things in it. Then, he finds it. One of the two things he kept from his mother. The first was folded nicely atop a stack of fresh clothes tomorrow, the ivory white cravat that was cut from the cloth of his mother’s dress. And now, in his hands, was the second. It was simple, not nearly polished enough, and without any kind of stone or adornments welded on to it. The little ring that his mother had worn on a necklace ever since he was a baby. If he could imagine it hard enough, he could remember trying to grab on to it as a toddler and twisting it between his little fingers. He played with it in his palm, now. Letting it roll around and settle into his palm, leaving faint tracks of dust all over it. Rubbing at it a little with the handkerchief relieved it of some of the grime, leaving a matte, but nice, looking ring.
Levi stood, a clean ring in his hand and a view of you sleeping in his eyes. He took a deep breath and stepped towards you, moving without any desire to shove the small piece of jewelry back into the depths of his desk. You’re still sleeping and don’t even stir when he climbs back into bed and blows out the candle, carefully peeling back and then covering himself in the blankets you were tucked into. Like a puzzle piece, he maneuvers himself so that he’s back to where he was before with your head in the crook of his neck and your left hand played across his chest. But now, instead of trying to find a way to sleep, he gently lifted your hand. With a shuddering breath, he plucks the ring from his hand and begins to slide it slowly onto your ring finger. It fits perfectly. And then, like a butterfly, he holds your hand in his - and a smile crosses his face. A silent, sappy smile that he would be shocked to find on himself if he looked into a mirror. But looking at what he wanted his future to be in the flesh was overwhelming to him in the best way possible.
Of course, though, you had to stir awake. Blinking the sleep away from your eyes slowly, you register something on your hand that wasn’t there before.
“Did you put a ring on my finger?” You mumble, wiggling your left ring finger and looking at the man whose arms you were in.
“Yeah.” He says simply, looking down at you now with a neutral expression.
“Hmm,” you hum, closing your eyes and snuggling in closer to him. “Okay.” With that, he closes his eyes too and, like a miracle, Levi finds sleep that night. Tucked into bed, no thoughts of the dangers ahead, and with you. His one and only.
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Request from Anon: Heyo! If its okay can I request a scenario where the reader has a fight with Levi and then gets hurt while on a mission and thinks he lost you. And Levi regrets what he said as the last thing that happened was the argument. Basically lots of fluff and Angst! c:
Warnings: Blood, traumatic injuries, mentions of loss/death, pregnancy, angst, allusion to abortion
Word count: 4.1k
A/n: Holy FUCK I am so sorry that it took so long, but here ya go! Also, I hadn’t written angst in so damn long, so fingers crossed this is at least half-decent. I promise there’s plenty of fluffiness at the end! Thank you for the request
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Fuck. No. No, no, no, no, no.Where the fuck is she?
Levi desperately scanned the city streets, soaring between buildings faster than he had ever managed to travel before.
Everyone else had already retreated. The mission to scout within this section of Wall Maria was an absolute disaster from the get-go. There were far too many titans, dozens more than past expeditions would have led anyone to believe, and most of the new recruits had paid the insurmountable price of the regiment underestimating this excursion with their lives.
It was a dark day for the Scouts, but it was an even darker day for one in particular.
Levi had seen you not ten minutes ago, catapulting through the air and claiming the napes of countless titans. You both knew that if any more lives were to be spared, you’d both have to fight with everything that you had to give the others who still could flee a chance at returning home in one piece.
He was humanity’s strongest, it was his duty to throw himself into battle to protect others. You were a fiercely skilled soldier, your kill rate: second only to Levi’s. If there was to be a chance for everyone else, it rested on both of your shoulders.
But now that burden was crushing him. Pulling the air from his lungs faster than he could inhale. Cracking his sternum under the immense pressure; threatening to pierce his very heart with the shards of what crumbled within him.
The others had gotten away; no further lives were lost. He should be relieved, but instead he feels regret.
Regret that he didn’t take all those titans on himself.
Regret that he lost track of you in the commotion.
Regret that he couldn’t find you now.
Regret that he couldn’t hear your response when he cried out to you.
But most of all he felt regret for what he had said when you last spoke.
//Earlier that morning//
You had been standing outside Levi’s room for a few minutes too long, drawing curious stares as people passed down the hall, no doubt wondering why you, who were normally so composed, looked like such a mess.
A quick, shallow inhale was the last burst of self-assurance you could offer yourself before you landed an urgent knock on his door.
“Levi, can I talk to you for a minute?”
The fragile quality of your voice matched the urgent tone of your approach and before you could have any second thoughts, the door swung open.
“Good morning to you too, brat.”
The handsome, playful smirk that you had come to love so much greeted you as you carried yourself through the door, promptly shutting it behind you as you pushed your way past Levi.
Another, deeper breath in and you were searching for the nerve to initiate the conversation that you never thought that you would have with this man, this absolute specimen.
You took a moment to observe him, trying to collect your jumbled thoughts. It was still early, but he’d probably been up for hours. If he even slept; he usually didn’t the night before an expedition. His eyes were tired, as they usually were, but soft as they fell on your frame.
Not many people would use that word to describe Levi Ackerman. Actually, there probably wasn’t a soul within the walls who would. Except you. He had shown his soft side, his most intimate, vulnerable parts of himself with you. That meant something, right? You couldn’t help but doubt yourself once again as you took in the sight of him.
His hair was still a bit askew, his cravat dangling untied around his neck. Those eyes were piercing straight into yours, threatening to dive in and pull the words you were too scared to say from your lips, whether you bid them to leave or not.
There was no turning back now.
“I-I-…I thought that,” you stammered, dropping your gaze to the floor as it became obvious you wouldn’t be able to beat holding eye contact with him. “I thought that I might have been pregnant.”
There it was. The horror that had been plaguing you for weeks now. It was out in the open, finally. It felt somewhat relieving to actually say the words out loud; to acknowledge the anxiety that had been haunting you for so long now, but it also invited a whole new wave of torment.
Levi’s jaw was immediately sharpened into a hard set line, his eyes blazed with a concoction of confusion and rage that encouraged all that anxiety that you had thought you’d finally purged to come flooding back into your system.
“What? Y—what do you mean you thought? When? Why in the hell am I just now hearing about this? Pregnant? Dammit, Y/n, are you fucking kidding me?”
He spun away from you, one hand raking through his hair as he shut his eyes tight, before sliding his palm over his face until it rested on the desk in front of him.
“Levi, I-I’m sorry I didn’t come to you about this sooner, I thought I might have been, but I didn’t want to alarm you and..well, I-I didn’t know how you might..react..”
Trembling, you took a step back, leaning against the wall as if the physical support it offered might help you quell the doubts swelling in your chest.
Levi’s weight shifted as he leaned against the desk, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge and hung his head. You could see the curvature of every rippling muscle that carved his back into the work of art that it was. Normally, the sight would inspire different feelings in you, but right now all it offered was fear.
He would never lay a hand on you; you knew that for a fact. However, no amount of physical pain could even come close to what you would suffer if he ever left you. You would gladly endure any torture over having to lose Levi.
Your heart sank in your chest as you waited for what seemed like ages, desperately listening for his response. It was hard to tell what Levi was thinking almost all of the time, even as well as you had been blessed enough to come to know him, but standing here, shaking as you watched his shoulders clench and unclench as he shook his head, unable to even glance at whatever expression he was making, made it impossible to speculate what was going through his mind.
Finally, his shoulders seemed to relax a degree and his voice was low and measured when he spoke.
Venturing away from the wall, you cautiously took a few steps towards him. Craning your neck, you were able to see that his eyes were shut tight and he seemed to be intently focused on his breathing.
You nodded in vain, bobbing your head nervously as you stepped closer to him still, reaching a hand out to lay atop his left hand, which still had the edge of the desk in a vice grip.
“Yes, I’m certain.”
His shoulders sank further as he let out a long sigh and opened his eyes, keeping them fixed on the desk before him.
“Well thank God for that at least.”
A pang in your gut made you take a small step back, retracting your hand from atop his. His eyes followed your fingers as they broke contact and he fixed his eyes upon you, squinting in confusion as you shrank away from him.
It’s something that you had never considered before: kids, that is. You were a solider. You were both soldiers. The life you currently lead wasn’t conducive to starting a family.
But isn’t that part of what you were fighting for? For freedom? For a world where humans didn’t have to live in fear? One where you could live in peace and maybe bring children into the world without wondering what might become of their future?
It may be a far-fetched dream, but it was a nice ine to consider. Having spent some time contemplating what being a mother might entail, the idea has started to grow on you. It was just something you’d never even considered, but now that it had seemed within reach, maybe it was something you wanted?
But Levi’s reaction seemed to indicate anything but willingness to be a parent. The way he had said those words made it seem like the two of you literally creating a life together would be the worst thing that could happen to you both. Or to him, at least.
“What’re you doing?”
Levi’s words shook you from the runaway train of thought you’d become stuck on. His hand left the desk and reached toward you, but all you could do was stare at his palm as you backed against the wall, folding your hands behind your back and leaning against them.
Suddenly, the floor seemed to be the only thing that you could bear to look at as you inspected the pattern of wood beneath your feet. You tried to sound strong, but the crack in your voice betrayed you when you finally found the courage to speak.
“Would it really have been the worst thing if I had been?”
Another exasperated sigh fell from his lips, his head hanging as he rubbed his palm to his forehead.
“Yes. It would have been.”
The sharpness of his tone added to the cutting nature of his words, which sliced into your gut once again with that heavy pangs for sensation. It felt as if a void had been opened up within you and your heart was sinking into it, with no hopes of escape.
Tears immediately threatened to spring from your eyes and you had to swallow to choke back a sob as you nodded in a reluctant acknowledgement to his confession.
“I have to go.”
You turned to leave, bringing one hand to wipe the tears already rolling down your cheek, while the other clasped around the doorknob.
Levi’s fingers caught your wrist before you could twist the knob and pulled your hand toward him, turning you back to face him as he stepped closer, essentially pinning you between him and the door.
“What? No, talk to me, dammit. You can’t seriously think that us having a child would be a good idea. I know that you’re not that reckless or idiotic.”
Wiping away your tears proved to be a fruitless effort as his words only bid more to flow freely from your eyes. You did your best to repesss the heavy sob that escaped your chest, nearly choking on it as you looked away from him.
You had cried in front of Levi before, but not like this. Certainly never because of him. It was embarrassing. It was painful. It was a cruel torture that you wanted to end, but he seemed resolved to has this out now.
“No! That’s not what I’m saying! Obviously, I’m not that fucking stupid. I get that we can just run off and start a family and live happily ever fucking after, but I come to you with this information and the first fucking thing that you think of is to get angry with ME?”
Once the words started to tumble from your lips, the embrassment and the shame you had just been so smothered in turned to anger. To indignation. To rage. That’s all there was now. You could feel it bubble in your chest, burning within you and fueling your tirade as you found the nerve to lock eyes with Levi.
“I didn’t come to you immediately and maybe that’s my fucking bad, but you—YOU. Do. Not. Know. What I have been going through ALONE. I didn’t tell you when I first suspected, because a part of me was afraid that you would react this way. So I have been sitting with this nagging terror that I had just fucked up in the worst way imaginable and I couldn’t say shit to anyone about it. Not even to you. And every passing day I got a little more fucking terrified that it was real. Terrified and also excited? In a really fucked up way, because I want what I know that I can’t have and what you clearly never fucking want.”
Levi opened his mouth, his eyes narrowing as he readied a response, but you were too far gone now to give him the opportunity.
“No. Shut the fuck up. You have said enough for now. You can’t wait a fucking second to hear what I have to say. I had to wait 3 damn weeks, going back and forth about how awful and how wonderful things could be, before I finally got my period and then I had to let that dream fucking die. Against my best judgement, against everything that I have ever known about myself and about this fucked up life we lead, I allowed myself a few weeks to dream about a normal, domestic life with you and I realized that there was nothing that I wanted more and even if deep down I knew that it could never happen, that didn’t fucking change how badly I wanted it to be possible. How attached I was growing to this idea of you and I being able to have our own family. To have our own lives not having to worry about the burden of carrying the fate of of humankind on our backs. And before you can even hear me out, or think to ask me how in the fuck I FEEL, you’re mad at ME?”
A spiteful laugh echoed between you two, Levi noticeably winced as you shook your head and rolled your eyes before meeting his gaze once more.
“Fuck you, Levi Ackerman. You might be humanity’s strongest solider, but you’re sure as shit not what I’d call boyfriend of the year.”
His eyebrows furrowed and his tone dropped to a nearly venomous whisper. It sounded like he was struggling to contain his emotions, and failing, as his face contorted into an obviously conflicted expression.
“So what in the hell makes you think I’d ever be father of the year, huh? Did you consider that in your little fantasy? Did you account for the fact that if you were pregnant, you’d have been putting yourself and that kid at risk if you went on the mission today? And when in the hell were you going to fill me in? Were you just gonna wait to fucking let me in on this little secret until you were too far along to change your mind?”
Silence.
That’s all that was left between you. You just stared at him, jaw agape as he looked down and furiously ran his hands through his hair, tugging at his raven locks as he spun around before slamming a closed fist against the wall.
“That’s not—I don’t mean that I—“
The sound of the door slamming behind you caused him to turned around and that’s when he saw that you were gone. He rushed after you, desperate to pull you into his arms and apologize and explain himself, but you had already turned the corner and Erwin was expeditiously headed his way.
“Levi, I need to speak with you about today’s expedition.”
A heavy sigh left his lungs as he propped the door open for Erwin to enter. His eyes lingered down the hall, hoping you would reappear, but to no avail.
//end flashback//
You and Levi had never fought before. Not over anything serious. Not over anything like that, certainly. He had never wanted to hurt you, but he broke your fucking heart and he knew it.
He knew that that was the last real interaction you had with him and it killed him inside. Not only had he managed to hurt the one person that he loved more than anything, more than life itself, but that was likely the last thing that he would ever get to say to you.
Because you were gone. Nowhere to be found. He’d flown into a rage when he initially realized that he couldn’t see you anymore. He never lost track of you in battle; he was always keeping an eye on you, even though you could handle yourself. He just wanted to make sure that nothing ever happened to you and now he’d failed at that too.
Now every last titan was dead. The city was quiet, save for the sound of his ODM gear and the thumping of his heart.
His chest physically ached and tightened as he continued to fly through the city streets, scanning for any sign that you might be nearby, and mercifully in one piece.
With each second, he could feel his hope shrinking and the terror in his soul feeding on the fear he felt with every passing moment that you weren’t within his sights.
He didn’t know how long he had searched or how many times he had inspected the same corpses, praying each one wasn’t yours, but eventually, he had to tell himself to go home. You weren’t here.
Titans had begun to reappear and he didn’t have the gas to engage in any more confrontations, so he forced himself to find his horse and turn back.
He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t make you happy. He couldn’t not hurt you. He couldn’t save you. He couldn’t even find you. He could never really say goodbye.
All he could do was replay that awful scene in his mind, over and over and over again.
How selfish he had been. How much pain was evident in your face when he spat those awful words at you.
He didn’t mean them, he was just scared and confused and now because of his own insecurity and thoughtlessness, you had suffered even more than you had ever needed to and he would never get the chance to try and make it up to you, if something that would have even been possible.
The ride back to base was a dizzying blur. Levi didn’t know what to feel by the time he got back. He didn’t think he could feel at all, actually. It felt like a void had opened up in his chest that was now sucking the air from his lungs and the light from his very soul. He felt broken beyond repair.
“Levi!”
He barely registered the sound of his own name being called and he certainly didn’t feel like interacting with anyone, so he kept walking.
“Levi, she’s here!”
What? Had I heard correctly? Did they mean??
He didn’t waste another second when he thought there was a possibility that he could see you again. His head snapped up to look at Hange, who was waving him toward her with a reassuring smile on her face.
Levi had never run so fast in his life. Within moments, he was at your side in the infirmary. His heart broke all over again at the sight of you laid in the bed, bloodied bandages covering most of your limbs and dark bruises peeking out from the places the bandages didn’t cover.
Tears were already falling from his eyes as he gingerly took your hand in his, pressing desperate, soft kisses along your palm.
“Y/n, baby, I’m so sorry. Oh my God, I thought I had lost you. I can’t believe you’re here. I’m so fucking sorry. I love you so much, baby, I love you so damn much.”
You cupped his face in your hand, smiling at him as tears fell from your own eyes.
“Levi, I—“
He carefully leaned over your bed, taking in the state of your body as he caressed your cheek with the back of his hand as delicately as he could.
“Don’t say that you love me.”
He interrupted your impending words as if he could actually read your mind. His fingers pushed into your hair, running through your tresses soothingly as he looked down at you with an sad, apologetic grin. Remorse was evident in his tone when he spoke again.
“I don’t deserve your love right now. I don’t think that I ever have, but I know that I don’t deserve it after how I treated you this morning. I’m so, so sorry, Y/n.”
His other hand delicately wiped the tears that were trailing down your cheeks, brushing his thumb across either side of your face carefully. You put your hand over his and pulled his hand to your lips, pressing gentle kisses along his palm as he had done to your own just moments ago.
“Levi, I do love you. I love you more than anything, even now. I’m so sorry that I didn’t come to you sooner abo—“
“Sshsshssh, baby, no. Don’t apologize to me for that. I was such a jackass this morning. I am so sorry that I didn’t even consider what you must have been going through. I-I-..when you—fuck.”
Levi’s eyes closed and he let out a long breath as he tried to compose himself. He wasn’t one to ever get flustered, so seeing him like this was a bit unusual.
“I didn’t know how to react and I picked the worst option possible. I didn’t mean the awful things that I said, Y/n. I didn’t mean a single one.”
His eyes were focused on you again, both of his hands taking yours as he sat down on the edge of the bed, smiling remorsefully down at you.
“I love you so much that it actually scares me. I try not to let myself think about it too much, because the thought of anything ever happening to you kills me. I searched for you for I don’t even know how long, because I just couldn’t accept that I might have lost you and thinking about the last thing that I said to you I couldn’t—“
Silence filled the room for a moment as Levi visibly struggled to choke back a sob and when he spoke again, his voiced cracked; the guilt he was clearly struggling with was evident in his tone as his voice dropped to a whisper.
“I couldn’t live with myself knowing that that was the last thing that you would have ever heard from me. I need you to know that that’s not how I feel. I would give anything to be able to have that life with you. I want nothing more than to be able to give you as many children as you’ll let me. I want a house full of brats running around, driving me insane.”
You smiled and stifled a soft giggle as more tears sprang from your eyes, happy ones this time. Levi chuckled along with you as he continued.
“I want you and I want to give you the world. But I want to give you a world that’s worthy of you. That’s what I wanted to say earlier, but I didn’t know how to put it into words; I still don’t, really. I was scared and I had a knee-jerk reaction and I will apologize to you until I can give you the life that you want; the life that you deserve.”
You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch as he brought a hand up to your cheeks again to wipe away the tears that were seemingly ever-flowing.
“Levi, I love you so much. I want that life with you, but I’m happy with just you.”
Your hand clasped over his as you spoke, before gently removing it from your cheek before you carefully began to sit upright in the bed, wincing only a little as you successfully did so, bringing your face just inches from his.
“I’m happy with whatever life I can have with you. I know this world isn’t fair; it’s downright cruel most of the time, but it’s still a world that I love, because you’re in it.”
His soft gaze fell to your lips as he leaned forward, capturing them in a passionate kiss as his hand cautiously held your waist. When you parted, he rested his forehead against yours and took your hand in his once more.
“I don’t deserve you. I love you so much, Y/n.”
You smiled softly as you soothed your thumb over the back of his hand.
“You deserve the world, Levi. And I love you too, so I’ll make sure you have it.”
How Dad!Levi would react to cadets crushing on your guys’ daughter
Request from @levisliteralbabbymamma: HEHHEHEHEHHEHE IM SOOO EXCITEDFDDDDNDNJH. sorry lmao. Can I get a dad Levi hc where he has a teenage daughter w/ the reader (fem) and they both have to deal with all the 104th boys who have a crush on herrrrr. Take your time love
Date: 5.15.21
Warnings: none
A/n: I couldn’t decide if y/n was a civilian or a squad leader, so I went with both also, it’s a little lengthy for HCs, sorry
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w/ civilian y/n
would absolutely avoid any and all contact with anything having to do with work anyway while he has time with you two
y'all would have a home somewhere within a reasonable distance from wherever Levi is based
he didn’t want either of you to be exposed to the military and the realities of what he had to do, if he could help it
but he would ride over on horseback as often as he could, spending whatever little free time he had away from training and his usual responsibilities that he could
but occasionally, you both would visit him and his squad
and on one particular weekend, when trainings were minimal, the families of the troops, who were able to, spent the weekend with their loved ones at the base
your daughter is about the same age as the 104th boys
and she may or may not have looked at Jean a liiiiittle too long
Jean was absolutely beet red too. Even his ears were practically glowing.
Eren and Connie also could not seem to suppress their initial reaction to meeting y’all’s daughter
The rest of them at least had the decency to avert their eyes and try to act cool
and Levi tried SO hard not to look like he did, but he noticed, ohhhh he noticed
and you noticed him noticing
bc he was NOT amused and you got lowkey highkey scared for these poor teenagers
The introductions were over QUICKLY
Jean extended his hand out and Levi swooped in with those Ackerman reflexes and just *BAP*
“You’ve been out in the dirt training all day. Wash your filthy hands before you extend one to my daughter.”
Jean is grateful he has not actually shit his pants and silently tries to manifest some sense of composure
Levi would excuse himself and point you and your daughter toward the mess hall, giving you a look that you immediately understand
Like hon, get our baby away from these disgusting heathens right this instant, please.
“Okay, hon, your dad’s gonna catch up with us at in a few, let’s go find Hange, huh?”
Would dismiss everyone but Eren, Jean, and Connie and tell them to make sure the place was absolutely spotless, since there was company
Levi stepped directly in front of Eren, his cold expression radiating absolute authority.
“Eren, have I made it perfectly clear how easily I would be able to kill you, even in Titan form, should the need arise?”
Jean and Connie look on in nervous terror as Eren nods genuinely, nearly trembling as he holds Levi’s looming stare.
“Y-yes, Captain.”
Levi’s attention turns towards Connie and then Jean, allowing his commanding glare to linger over the latter boy even longer than the first.
“Good. Now go clean your damn rooms.”
w/ squad leader y/n
For the timelines sake, your daughter was born to you while you and Levi lived in the underground
Both of you were recruited to join the scouts
Levi did not like it, but it’s not like he could exactly stop you
You brought your family to the surface and they helped you raise your daughter when the both of you had to serve simultaneously
Despite Levi’s numerous objections, your daughter joins the military too
Bc she’s just as stubborn as both her parents
He is NOT happy about it
But she’s an Ackerman and therefore, she kicks ass and skyrockets to the top of the 104th, holding her own against Mikasa
And alllll the boys take notice
And then your daughter one day seems to notice that some of the boys who have also noticed her are cute
It’s difficult for Levi to accept that his daughter is growing up
Allowing her to join the military was one thing, her acknowledging boys exist is another beast entirely
You thought he was furious about her joining the Scouts?? Oh, that was nothing.
He has always had a tendency to be a little bit over-involved. Not to the point of smothering, but bc of the way he grew up, he wanted to make it a point to be as involved as he could
Plus, after everything he’s been through, he absolutely could not handle losing you or your daughter
It would actually breakhim
So someone swooping in and just taking his little girl away from him?? Absolutely not. Nope. Not happening. Not as long as he can help it.
She constantly get embarrassed when he interrupts her talking one on one with any boy, but especially when he does it to Jean
He does not give a single shit. His instinct to protect her at all costs includes the cost of her getting annoyed with him
Bc Levi would want to spoil his kids and never have to say no to them or do something they don’t like, BUT
He would rather her roll her eyes and stomp off than see her get her heartbroken, be he knows the feeling
Albeit, in a different way, but he doesn’t want that pain for his baby girl
It seems like every night he’s got a new complaint about at least one of the boys. Bc obviously none of them are good enough for her and they should be more aware of that fact.
“Did you see that idiot today?”
Levi fumbled with the straps of his uniform, his face flustered with a clear expression of annoyance as he strode into your shared bedroom.
A mocking grin appeared on your face as you stood from the edge of the bed.
“Ye-“ grey eyes snapped to yours, the unamused look on his face was a telling sign that he knew where you were going with this. “Yes. I know his hearing works. He can hear Jaeger muttering something under his breath from a damn mile away. He’s certainly not deaf. So why does he feel the need to stand so damn close to y/d/n? Her ears work even better than his, I’m sure.”
Walking up behind him, you encircled him in your arms, pressing your face against his shoulder as you placed a gentle kiss on his neck and looked at him in the floor length mirror that held your shared reflection.
“Baby, I know you don’t want to hear this, but how old was I when you met me?
His eyes rolled so far back in his head that you briefly feared they might get stuck there. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand and laid the other on top of yours.
The fingers pinching his nose migrated to his temple, rubbing small circles there as he lowered the tone of his voice, speaking reminiscently.
"I guess you were 15 too, huh?”
Your arms gave him a delicate squeeze as your lips worked slowly to place more soothing kisses along his neck and shoulders.
“She’s growing up. We can’t stop that. We just have to trust her. We won’t lose her, babe. She will always be our daughter and nothing will change that.”
His eyes closed reluctantly as he clasped his other hand over your forearm, relaxing into your touch. Another weighty exhale came through his nostrils as he met your gaze in the mirror.
“I know. I just wish she could have always stayed my little girl.”
You both exchange sympathetic smiles as he breaks from your grasp to turn and pull you into a sweet embrace, placing a kiss on your temple as he holds you tight to him and you whisper your response.
wc: 506|Levi Ackerman x Reader | warnings: none, sfw
a/n: hello everyone! It’s been a while since I posted anything here but this scenario has been in my mind since last night and I just had to write it out. I hope you enjoy♡︎
It was late as you sat in your office, replying to some emails as you had just launched your online candle business an hour ago. It still felt surreal that you were able to do this let alone with the support of Levi. He was the one who pushed you to chase after your goals and he had helped you in ways that were above and beyond.
A few minutes had passed when you decided to call it a night. You shut off everything and quietly made your way upstairs to Levi’s office; he had excused himself a few hours ago claiming he needed to catch up on some work.
wc: 506|Levi Ackerman x Reader | warnings: none, sfw
a/n: hello everyone! It’s been a while since I posted anything here but this scenario has been in my mind since last night and I just had to write it out. I hope you enjoy♡︎
It was late as you sat in your office, replying to some emails as you had just launched your online candle business an hour ago. It still felt surreal that you were able to do this let alone with the support of Levi. He was the one who pushed you to chase after your goals and he had helped you in ways that were above and beyond.
A few minutes had passed when you decided to call it a night. You shut off everything and quietly made your way upstairs to Levi’s office; he had excused himself a few hours ago claiming he needed to catch up on some work.
You slipped into his office and there he was, sitting at his beloved chair but his head was slightly drooped. Levi was asleep. His arms were crossed against his chest, the glare from his computer illuminating the otherwise dark room and highlighting his sharp features. You tiptoed closer to him, hoping to turn off the screen and maybe wrap him in one of the many blankets you’ve managed to keep stored here for nights like this.
You grabbed a thick blanket from the case you’ve hidden behind the door and placed it around his shoulders. Satisfied with how you wrapped it around him, you turned your attention to the computer.
On the screen was his email, and not wanting to snoop, you moved the mouse to hover over the exit button when one email in particular caught your eyes. You hesitated for a second before you clicked it open. It was an invoice for the online business you just launched an hour ago.
Levi had purchased one of every single candle you offered. You quietly shut everything off as your eyes grew hot with tears. You turned to look at him, slowly taking in his peaceful face, despite him frowning a bit. You placed your finger on the wrinkles in between his eyebrows, smoothing out the skin. Your touch managed to stir him but he didn’t wake. You leaned in closer, not being able to help yourself, and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. That woke him up.
His eyes were dazed as he looked up at you. “Did I fall asleep?”
You gave him a small nod and your hand moved to fix his disheveled hair.
“How did your first launch go?” He sat up straight, the blanket falling from his shoulders.
You cleared your throat. “It went well.”
He gave you one of his rare smiles. “I’m glad.” He stretched his neck and stood up. “Let’s get to bed.” He held out a hand for you and you gladly took it.
Before you left the office, you paused by the door, pulling on his hand. “Levi?”
He turned to look at you, his eyebrows raised in question.
“I love you.”
A rose tint adorned his cheek as he took in your sudden words. He pulled on your arm, dragging you closer to him, and wrapped his arms around you. “I love you more.”
wc: 506|Levi Ackerman x Reader | warnings: none, sfw
a/n: hello everyone! It’s been a while since I posted anything here but this scenario has been in my mind since last night and I just had to write it out. I hope you enjoy♡︎
It was late as you sat in your office, replying to some emails as you had just launched your online candle business an hour ago. It still felt surreal that you were able to do this let alone with the support of Levi. He was the one who pushed you to chase after your goals and he had helped you in ways that were above and beyond.
A few minutes had passed when you decided to call it a night. You shut off everything and quietly made your way upstairs to Levi’s office; he had excused himself a few hours ago claiming he needed to catch up on some work.
“I think,” you trailed off, eyes lingering on the sky, watching the colors blend together as you turned your head to Levi. “All I want in this life is to be something- to have my name known, y’know?”
Your eyes met his, he was silent sitting beside your sprawled out body, white dress fluttering in the breeze, finding your presence more captivating than the sunset.
Part of him didn’t understand, he’d give anything to lead a normal life for just a moment. His name would follow him to the grave and beyond, his ghost would not know peace in death. The bigger- better, part of him understood, though.
What would Levi be if not an Ackerman?
He pondered a moment longer, gazing down at you- have you always been this beautiful? You were a work of art, he thought. “Yes, I do.”
The breeze ruffled your hair, dark brown strands tangling together. It will be a bitch to detangle later, it always was, but it had always been worth it.
“Do you think-” your question was caught in the wind, blown away like a dandelion. “The stars are beautiful.”
Truthfully, they looked mundane with you lying beside him, it took half a heart for him to not say some sappy shit about you being prettier.
Words caught in his throat, huffing out a meek “yeah,” as you fiddled with his hand, tracing hearts on his bruised knuckles.
Has he always been this nervous around you? Or was the fact you could very well die tomorrow getting to him? Either way, he couldn’t look into your memorizing eyes without a lump in his throat forming- embarrassing, truly and utterly embarrassing.
The stoic, untouched captain was head-over-heels in love, as Hange had so bluntly put it one afternoon, having watched him stare you down all throughout training and in the mess hall- there was no saving Levi.
As the wind picked up, grass tickling your skin, you couldn’t help but smile at the man. He never said a word, didn’t have to, you knew.
Perhaps he likes that about you, your uncanny ability to read his mind. For you, he was an open book- one of your favorites, having surpassed even Shakespeare.
Levi raked his fingers through your hair, catching in knots made by the wind. “Can you promise me something?” His voice was steady, if it hadn’t been for the slight tremor of his hand you wouldn’t have caught the anxiety flooding through him.
Looking up, you moved your head into his lap, Levi’s hand caressing your face instinctively, “If this is about me drinking your tea, then no I can’t promise to leave it alone."
Your attempt at lightning the mood was well received, Levi snorting in response while he locked eyes with you; he had the prettiest eyes you’d ever seen, you could only hope they would be the last thing you’d see before death.
His hand found yours, intertwining, "My tea is yours, just make sure to leave me some,” his tone was sincere, dripping with adoration for you. “But seriously,” he started, smile falling. “I need you to promise me that you won’t leave my sight tomorrow.”
Levi Ackerman knew better than to make you promise not to die, fate was out of your hands; so he opted to prevent fate from taking what was his once again, the least he could do was try.
Without hesitating, you agreed. The universe would have to pry you from his cold, dead hands before they took a treasure like you.
It felt wrong to even suggest you may die, to put that energy into the universe to manifest, but you couldn’t help the words that slipped past your lips.
“We’ll meet again, you know that, right? Don’t know where, don’t know when, but we can’t be separated forever; however long that may be."
Though it left an uncomfortable silence, accepting the reality that you might die always did, it was still comforting to a degree.
Levi, no matter the year or universe, will hold you again. Even if you’re a pile of bone and ash, you’ll form again molded perfectly for him: he is yours and you are his, universe be damned.
Humming in acknowledgement, he reached down to kiss your head, "I’ll search for you, forever and always.”
Synopsis:You’d follow him to the end of the world, you promised, only to realize how silly the words sounded with the current state of life- not to mention, you had said the same to Petra, a girl that met her fate with zombies gnawing the flesh of her thigh.
Warnings: Eventual smut, explicit language, zombie apocalypse, minor character death, blood & gore, violence, weapons, minor & serious injuries, hurt/comfort
