BladeOfAckerman

Wandering where the wind calls, with blades on my side and stars in my eyes.

[bladeofackerman]

Levi x Reader – “The Look He Saved Only for You”

(Inspired from the pic i found of pinterest🫶🏻 enjoy! Pic cr: https://pin.it/2LY66ge9H)

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The candlelight in the abandoned cabin flickered weakly, throwing long shadows across Levi’s bandaged face. You sat beside him, your sleeves rolled up, hands still smelling faintly of disinfectant and smoke. Outside, the world was chaos, the rumbling of distant Titans, the screams swallowed by the wind, the war that refused to die.

Inside, only the two of you existed. And the silence.

Levi’s breathing was shallow, each inhale rough, like his lungs were fighting with him. But when you touched the edge of the bandage on his cheek, his gaze lifted, slow, heavy, deliberate.

He stared at you.

Not the world he despised.

Not the battlefield he was forced to crawl back into again and again.

But you.

His one remaining eye softened, not with romance, not with tenderness, but with something sharper, heavier. Recognition. Trust. A reminder that even a man like him still chose someone to anchor him to the present.

“You done poking at my face?” he muttered, voice low and dry.

You exhaled through your nose. “If I stop, you’ll bleed out like an idiot.”

“Tch. Says the one who stitched me up like some deranged tailor.”

You rolled your eyes. “You were half-dead, Levi. Be grateful I didn’t use a damn shoelace.”

His stare didn’t waver. It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t gentle. It was real. The kind of look he only gave when he wasn’t performing strength for the world, when he wasn’t Captain Levi, humanity’s strongest, but just a man barely holding himself together.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you said quietly, more to yourself than to him.

“It’s weird.”

He huffed the smallest laugh, painful, strained. “Believe me, four-eyes… I don’t waste looks on the world anymore.”

You froze. That wasn’t a compliment. Levi didn’t do compliments. It was a confession, wrapped in his usual roughness. A simple truth:

The world disgusted him.

You didn’t.

You adjusted the bandages on his jaw, leaning closer. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t pull away. If anything, his eye stayed locked on you, sharp and assessing, like he was memorizing your face in case he didn’t survive the night.

“Try not to die,” you murmured.

“Not because I care. I just don’t want to drag your corpse anywhere.”

Levi snorted. “You? Drag me? Please.”

Silence slipped in again, but this time it wasn’t heavy. It was shared. Familiar.

Then, softer, so soft you almost missed it:

“I’m still here because of you.”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to. Your hand lingered on the side of his face for a second longer before you pulled away.

Outside, the war raged on.

Inside, Levi stared, at you, not the world.

Because the world never gave him anything worth looking at.

But you did.

[bladeofackerman]

Lowkey wanna turn this account into a Levi Ackerman zone and write more fanfic about him🥴

[gvalesdraws]

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.”

[sindar-princeling]

something absolutely lovely about especially the first half of fellowship is that the hobbits keep meeting random kind helpful strangers - the elves, bombadil, butterbur, aragorn (also farmer maggot and his wife, though they're not strangers) - until the book solidifies in you the feeling that these are not really instances of random luck, but rather the inherent nature of the world. kind people are everywhere, and no matter where you are, there is surely someone closer than you think that would offer help if you needed it. it's such a beautiful theme across all of LOTR, and it's very sweet to me that it starts from the very beginning of the journey, on such a 'small' (comparatively), everyday scale

[bladeofackerman]

The Night in Ithilien

Legolas x Reader ONE SHOT— a quiet night, soft comfort, and a little magic in the air.

The forest was quiet. The wind moved slowly through the trees, and the stars above shined gently. You sat alone beside a small fire, wrapped in a blanket, listening to the night. But sleep would not come.

Your mind was too full. Too many thoughts, too many feelings. Even though the war was over and the land was safe, your heart still felt heavy.

Footsteps approached, light, careful, almost silent.

You turned your head, and there he was, Legolas, the elf from Mirkwood. His long hair moved like silk in the breeze, and his eyes shone like starlight.

“You are awake,” he said quietly.

You nodded. “I can’t sleep.”

Legolas sat beside you on the grass. He looked up at the stars for a moment before speaking again.

“The stars are bright tonight. They shine more clearly in this land now.”

You looked at him. “Does it help? Watching them?”

He smiled softly. “Sometimes. The stars are old. They remind me that all things pass, even sorrow.”

You didn’t speak. The warmth of the fire touched your skin, but it was his presence that truly comforted you. Just knowing he was near made your heart feel a little calmer.

After a while, he asked, “Would you like to walk with me?”

You nodded, and he stood, reaching out a hand. You took it.

He led you through the trees to a quiet place where the moonlight fell on a patch of soft grass. Fireflies moved slowly through the air, glowing like little stars.

“This is my favorite place,” Legolas said. “It is peaceful here.”

You sat down beside him, lying back to watch the sky. He lay next to you, close but respectful, letting the silence rest between you.

After a while, he spoke again, softly, like telling a secret.

“When I was a child, my mother would sing me songs of the stars. She said they would guard me while I slept.”

“Can you sing one?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

He did not answer with words. He began to hum, low, gentle, and beautiful. It was a melody that felt like a soft river or wind through high trees. You didn’t know the meaning, but you understood the feeling.

Safe.

Your eyes began to close. The sound of his voice, the smell of the trees, the cool night air… it all wrapped around you like a warm blanket.

And just before sleep took you, you felt something soft brush against your hair.

“Rest well, meleth-nîn,” he whispered — my love.

And under the stars of Ithilien, in the quiet of the forest, you finally slept, with Legolas by your side. ----- gif cr: @/serpentstyles