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🌟 Accepting Suggestions for Levi Fanfics! 🌟

Hey everyone! I’m currently accepting suggestions for Levi Ackerman fanfics. I mostly do short fluffs. I also try to write Levi as canonically accurate as I can. So if you have any ideas or prompts you’d like to see, feel free to drop them in my inbox

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Levi sat in the waiting room, cradling your tiny baby girl as if she were made of glass. For the first time ever Levi looked completely defenseless as he watched her tiny hands reach for his shirt, her small form bundled snugly in a soft blanket.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight. "Levi, she's going to be okay," you assured him, placing a hand on his arm.

He huffed softly, his eyes never leaving your daughter's face. "I know that," he replied, though the slight hesitancy in his voice betrayed him. "It's just a shot."

"Exactly," you chuckled. "Just a shot."

He'd faced down Titans, survived countless battles, but nothing—absolutely nothing—terrified him more than the thought of his little girl in pain, even for something as routine as a vaccination shot.

"She's going to be fine, it's just a quick shot, and we're done."

Just when he was about to answer, the nurse appeared in the doorway with a clipboard in hand. "We're ready for you now."

The nurse led the way into the examination room, which he immediately glanced around the room.

"When was this room last sanitized?" he asked the nurse.

"Just this morning, sir," she replied, "We maintain strict hygiene protocols."

As the nurse prepared the syringe, Levi's hand tightened just a little. "Will it hurt her much?" he asked.

"Just a little pinch, she'll be just fine." The nurse assured him.

You rested a hand on Levi's back. "Do you want me to hold her?"

He shook his head. "No, I've got her." he sat down, keeping your daughter. The nurse cleaned your daughter's tiny arm, Levi leaned down, his voice soft—a tone you'd never heard from him before. "It's alright, sweetheart."

A quick pinch, a brief moment of surprise, and then a small wail erupted from her lips.Levi winced, his heart visibly breaking at the sound. He began to rock her gently, "Shh, it's okay. You're so brave."

Her cries faded to quiet hiccups as she burrowed into his chest, tiny fingers clutching his shirt.

"You did great," you whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"She's the one who was brave," he whispered, wiping the tears off her cheeks.

The nurse smiled as she made her notes. "She's a tough little one. Must take after her parents."

Levi stood carefully, "Thank you," he said, still rocking your baby.

Walking out of the clinic, you could see the tension finally leaving his shoulders. "Maybe next time, it won't be so hard," he mused.

"For her or for you?" You teased elbowing him in his arm, and he shot you an unimpressed look. But to you it was almost funny— Levi Ackerman had been completely and utterly conquered by a tiny girl who couldn't even hold her own head up yet.

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I know you only do Levi fanfics but can you please PLEASE do gojo x reader fluff. Spending a morning with him PLEASE 🙏

Sure!🙂🙂🙂

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You stretched lazily under the warm blankets, the soft rays of sunlight peeking through the curtains and gently hitting your face. Not quite ready to let go of sleep, you groaned and pulled the blanket over your head, wrapping yourself into a cocoon. But there was something else that was keeping you from your sleep, the sound of someone humming. 

Your eyes fluttered open as you slowly sat up, rubbing the remnants of sleep away. With a sleepy shuffle, you slipped out of bed, the oversized shirt you “borrowed” from Gojo hanging loosely on your frame. You followed the melody into the kitchen.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Gojo greeted, his voice a little too loud for the morning. You spotted him at the counter. He was in sweatpants and a loose shirt, his hair a bit messy from sleep. Yet somehow, he still managed to look perfect as stirred something with the utmost seriousness. 

A soft smile spread across your lips. “What are you up to?” you asked, suppressing a yawn as you leaned against the wall.

He turned, grinning. “Making you breakfast,” he declared proudly, holding up the bowl he was working on. “And by breakfast, I mean… cereal! With an extra dash of love.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, shaking your head. “Cereal? Really going all out today, huh?” you teased.

He pouted dramatically, turning back to his masterpiece. “Hey, don’t knock cereal. It’s the breakfast of champions.” He paused for effect, then exaggeratedly pointed to the bowl. “And I added fruit. See? Fancy~”

You peered over to spot slices of strawberries and bananas floating on top of the milk. “Wow, I’m impressed,” you teased, stepping closer. 

Gojo’s grin widened, and with a wink, he handed you the bowl. “Taste test?"

You took the spoon from his hand and scooped up a bite, pausing with your hand on your chin before smiling. "Mmm, I think you’ve outdone yourself, Satoru. Definitely five stars." 

His face lit up. “See? I told you I could be a culinary genius. And it only tastes this good because I made it for you.”

With a soft laugh, you leaned into him, resting your head against his chest as his arm slid around your waist. “Thank you, Chef Gojo. You’ve really spoiled me today.”

He chuckled. “Anything for you, babe.”

For a moment, the two of you stood in silence, the soft clink of the spoon against the bowl the only sound in the room. “I could really get used to mornings like this,” you whispered.

Gojo pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Then it’s decided. We will eat cereal everyday!”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, knowing full well you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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The soft patter of rain against the window and the quiet rustling of pages were the only sounds in the still room. It was late—far later than you had intended to stay awake—but you couldn’t bring yourself to put the book down.

A small creak from the hallway caught your attention, and you looked up to see Levi standing in the doorway. His sharp gray eyes softened slightly when they landed on you, wrapped in a blanket. He didn’t say a word, just took in the scene before him. You smiled, expecting him to remind you that staying up this late wasn’t good for your health—the usual—but instead, he just let out a quiet sigh. he crossed the room and sat beside you on the couch. Comforted by his presence, you returned to your book.

Minutes passed, and you became so absorbed in the pages of your book that you almost didn’t notice Levi shifting beside you. His posture began to relax. His arm brushed against yours, and out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his head tilting forward slightly, his eyes fluttering closed as exhaustion began to claim him. Slowly, his head dipped lower until it came to rest gently on your shoulder.

You knew Levi had always struggled with sleep. It wasn’t just the pressure of being a  leader or the countless battles he’d fought—it was deeper than that. The weight of his past, the ghosts that haunted him, the memories of those he couldn’t save—they all seemed to keep him tethered to insomnia. He never spoke about it, but you knew.

“Levi,” you whispered, “You should go to bed.”

He gave a quiet grunt, shifting his head against your shoulder instead of moving. "Mm. I’m comfortable here."

You smirked, trying to suppress a chuckle. "Didn’t think Captain Levi was the type to use his soldiers as pillows."

His lips quirked into the slightest smile. "Only the ones who stay up too late reading," he mumbled, his voice trailing off.

You chuckled softly, your fingers brushing through his dark hair without thinking. His eyes closed again, and this time, he didn’t fight it. You returned to your book, though your focus was no longer on the words. Instead, you let yourself drift, lulled by the sound of the rain and the comforting presence of Levi resting against you. Your fingers continued gently brushing through his hair. Eventually, your eyelids grew heavy as well. You rested your head gently atop his and let your own exhaustion take over. For once, the weight Levi always carried could rest, and so could you, knowing that, at least for tonight, he wasn’t fighting alone.

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The cursor blinks mockingly on your laptop screen as you struggle to find words. Your eyes flick to the clock:

3:07 AM.

The witching hour for desperate journalists with zero leads and even less hope. You groan, rubbing your temples in frustration. The blank document before you feels like a looming void, threatening to swallow your career whole. Begging the editor for an extension is NOT an option, the editor's ultimatum from this morning echoes in your mind One more chance to land a big story, or you're out. Five years of journalism school and countless late nights, all hanging by a thread.

With a sigh of defeat, you slam the laptop shut and flop back onto your bed. The ceiling of your shoebox apartment stares back, unimpressed. Your gaze wanders aimlessly around your cluttered room, until it lands on a flyer pinned to your overcrowded cork board.

ACKERMAN'S BREWS

Fine Teas & Light Fare

Open Daily, 7 AM - 6 PM

You've passed by the café a few times, always meaning to stop in but never finding the time. Now, as you stare at the flyer, something clicks, the gears in your caffeine-addled brain start turning. Levi Ackerman – humanity's strongest soldier, war hero, notorious hermit, and apparently... a tea shop owner?

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Levi has always been particular about his appearance—clean, crisp, and under control. His hair is no exception, styled carefully with an undercut that has defined his sharp looks for years. However, due to the demands of his work and a shortage of time, Levi's usually well-kept undercut has begun to grow out, making it unruly and slightly unkempt. In the house you both share, Levi sat on the edge of the couch a book in hand, his eyes scanning the pages with laser focus. You, on the other hand, were pacing the room.

"Levi," you finally said, breaking the silence. "I've been thinking..."

"That's never a good sign," he replied dryly, not lifting his gaze from the book.

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips. "Very funny. Seriously, though. I was thinking about your hair."

That caught his attention. He looked up, brow furrowing slightly. "What's wrong with my hair?"

"Nothing's wrong with it," you quickly assured him. Your undercut is growing out, and I think it would look great if we trimmed it back."

Levi raised an eyebrow. "And you're volunteering to do it?"

"Yes," you replied confidently.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "And why would I do that?"

"Because…" you said, stepping closer and taking a seat beside him. “Just trust me, okay,” you blurted out. “Please.”

Levi sighs, “"Alright, just try not to mess up."

"Deal. Now sit still and let me work my magic”

A short while later, you set up a makeshift barber station in the bathroom, with a chair positioned in the center and an old sheet spread on the floor to catch the fallen hair.  You carefully drapes a towel around Levi’s shoulders, and stood behind him, armed with scissors and a comb. You took a deep breath, steadying your nerves.

"Ready?" you asked.

"As I'll ever be," he muttered, closing his eyes.

You gently combed through his hair, sectioning it off. The first snip was cautious, the sound crisp in the quiet room. Carefully, you began trimming the sides and back, following the natural lines of his undercut. Levi remained perfectly still. He knew that any sudden movement might cause a mistake, and he wasn’t about to risk a botched haircut. After everything was cut to your liking you brushed off the stray hairs from his neck, the undercut is back to its pristine, sharp look.

“done!”

Levi examines your work in the mirror, running his hand over the freshly trimmed sides, and then, surprisingly, offers a small, satisfied nod. "Not bad. Not bad at all." He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a gentle embrace.

“I’m glad you like it, I take my barber responsibilities seriously.” You chuckled, leaning into his embrace.

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AU Levi Ackerman: Regency Era

Summary:

In Regency-era England, Viscount Levi Ackerman finds himself in need of a wife, he is known for his military prowess but lacking in social graces, relies on Eliza, a witty but impoverished noblewoman, seeks to restore her family's dwindling fortunes and social standing uses Levi's title and connections to elevate her status, charm and etiquette to establish their place in high society. Despite their initial indifference, the couple presents a united front to the outside world. As they settle into their new roles, Levi notices discrepancies in the estate's finances. They begin to uncover a web of deceit involving embezzlement within their household. Their investigation brings them closer, forcing them to rely on each other's strengths. While still attending all the balls and tea parties.

The carriage jolted to a stop, and Eliza steeled herself. This was not the life she had envisioned, but it was the one duty her family had trusted upon her. As the footman opened the door, she caught sight of a dark figure standing at the top of the stairs. She stared at the imposing façade of Ackerman Manor, her new home, and felt her heart sink. The grand estate, with its weathered stone and towering spires, seemed as cold and unwelcoming as its master, Viscount Levi Ackerman—her husband of precisely six hours.

“My lady,” he said, his voice as crisp as his appearance. “Welcome to the Ackerman Manor.”

Eliza curtsied. “My lord. I thank you for your welcome.”

“I trust your journey was comfortable?”

“Quite,” Eliza lied. In truth, every mile had felt like a step towards her imprisonment.

Levi nodded curtly. “Harrison will show you to your chambers. I expect you’ll wish to rest before dinner.” Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and strode back into the house.

A throat cleared beside her. “This way, if you please, my lady,” said an older man—Harrison, she presumed. As Eliza followed the butler into the manor, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. She glanced over her shoulder to find a cluster of servants quickly averting their gazes. Turning back, she stepped inside a room and her breath caught at the sight before her. The room was spacious, easily twice the size of her bedroom at home. A large four-poster bed dominated one wall, its hangings a deep blue. Ornate furniture crafted from dark wood gleamed in the fading daylight, streaming through tall windows. As Harrison excused himself, Eliza slowly moved further into the room. Her footsteps echoed slightly, and she realized why—the room was largely empty. She approached a beautifully carved armoire and hesitantly opened its doors.

Empty.

Not a single garment hung inside. Frowning, she moved to the dressing table. Its surface was bare, devoid of any personal items. The drawers, when she checked, were equally vacant. Then it dawned on her, no one had ever lived in this room. It bore no trace of a previous occupant, no hint of use or wear. This was to be her room—and hers alone. She had expected to share chambers with her new husband, as was customary. The fact that Levi had given her a separate room spoke volumes about his expectations for their marriage. She wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or insulted. As she continued to wonder around the room, a writing desk stood in one corner, its surface bare, save for a single sheet of cream-colored paper and an inkwell. Curious, she approached it. Up close, she noticed the paper bore the Ackerman family crest. A message was written beneath it:

“Lady Ackerman, I trust you will find your chambers satisfactory.

Should you require anything, inform Harrison or your maid. Dinner is served promptly at eight .

Viscount Ackerman”

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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The day you brought the black kitten home was a vivid memory in your mind. It was a busy afternoon at the local market, the air filled with scents of fresh produce and street food. As you navigated through the crowd, a soft meowing caught your attention. Turning towards the sound, you discovered a small, makeshift stall where an elderly man sat with a box of kittens.

"Free to a good home," he said. Each kitten was more adorable than the last, but it was the black one that caught your eye, its tiny paws batting at the air. You instantly fell in love with him, you scooped the kitten into your arms. Levi’s reaction was as expected, his eyebrows arching slightly in surprise. Yet, he didn’t say no, and that was all the agreement you needed.

You named him "Noir.” Months later Levi still hadn’t grown close to him. Noir shed his fur everywhere—on the furniture, the carpets, even on Levi's freshly ironed clothes. It was a constant annoyance for him, yet he never voiced his displeasure too loudly. One night, unable to sleep, you crept out of bed to get a glass of water from the kitchen. As you tiptoed through the hallway, you could hear Levi's voice whispering from the living room. Peeking around the doorframe, you spotted Levi in the dim light, sitting on the couch with Noir comfortably nestled in his lap.

Levi gently stroked Noir's fur as he spoke softly to him. "I don't really like you," he confessed. "You leave your fur everywhere, and frankly, you're a bit of a nuisance."

 Noir simply purred in response, unbothered by Levi's grievances.

"But," Levi continued, "they love you. And I love them. So that means I have to put up with you, doesn't it?" He sighed, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he continued to pet Noir, who twisted and turned in his lap. It warmed your heart to see them bonding, you were about to retreat to your room.

. "Couldn't sleep?" Levi finally looked up, catching your eye in the doorway.

 "Just needed some water," you replied, moving to sit beside him on the couch. "I see you've made a new friend."

He huffed, rolling his eyes. "Don’t get used to it," he said, but there was no real irritation in his voice.

"Sure…." You laughed. “Maybe we should get Noir a friend.”

“No.”

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Levi would always give most of his earnings to support the Survey Corps, and what little he kept for himself was typically spent on his teas. However, things began to change the day he noticed how your eyes sparkled with joy at the sight of a simple daffodil. This small moment inspired Levi to shift his spending habits, starting with a single, white lily he placed beside your door.

From then on, Levi's days off included visits to a small florist on the corner of the market street. The types of flowers he bought varied: some weeks it was roses, others wildflowers, and occasionally something as exotic as orchids. But Levi's new spending didn't stop at flowers. He also began visiting a local bakery where he picked up a variety of desserts—pastries filled with cream or topped with fresh fruit, leaving them at your door every week.

As the weeks progressed, these tokens of affection became like a quiet conversation between you two. A bundle of lavender would appear here, a slice of apple tart there, each gift left without a name but always warmly accepted. You started responding in your own subtle way, placing notes in library books you knew Levi often read. You also noticed a change in Levi's tea habits—he wasn't drinking as much as usual. So, you began leaving various new teas for him to find in his office. Soon enough, everyone was quietly gossiping about you two. Hange and Erwin always observed from a distance.

“Do you think they realize how obvious they are?” Hange whispered with a chuckle, watching as Levi discreetly placed a fresh note in your book.

“Not at all,” Erwin laughed, shaking his head.

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The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. You could feel Levi's steely gaze burning into the back of your head as you scrubbed the floor of the HQ's common room. The argument from this morning still hung in the air. You had both said things you didn't mean, but neither of you was ready to apologize just yet.

You and Levi worked in silence, each movement exaggerated in an effort to ignore the other's presence. You scrubbed a particularly stubborn stain on the floor, your frustration obvious in the way you attacked it. Levi, on the other hand, was carefully dusting the shelves, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"So, uh, how's everyone doing?" Connie attempted to break the silence.

No one answered, their eyes darting between you and Levi. Even Sasha tried to lighten the mood. "You know, I once read that cleaning is a great way to relieve stress. Maybe if we all work together, we'll be done faster and feel better!"

Levi's eyes flicked up at you for a moment before returning to his task. "Cleaning is fine. It's the company that's stressful."

You couldn't help but shoot back, "Well, no one's forcing you to stay."

Eren exchanged awkward glances with Armin and Mikasa, who were both trying their best to stay out of the line of fire while Connie and Jean were doing their best to stifle their laughter.

Sasha tried to break the ice again, "Hey, did you guys hear the one about the Titan who walked into a bar?" she started. Everyone groaned, “Uhh, at least let me finish…” She said nervously as You and Levi both turned to stare at her.

Eren finally couldn't take it anymore. "Hey, uh, maybe we should take a break?" he suggested, trying to ease the tension.

Levi shot him a look that could have frozen fire. "No breaks. Keep working."

"Right, working," Eren mumbled, quickly turning back to his task.

Hange decided to intervene. "Come on, you two," she said, approaching both of you. "How long are you going to keep this up? It's like watching a pair of angry cats trying to claim the same litter box."

You couldn't help but snort at the analogy. Just then, as you reached for a cleaning cloth, you missed the edge of the shelf, and the bucket of soapy water you were holding slipped from your grasp. The water splashed all over the floor—and your shoes.

Levi walked over, his expression still stern as he grabbed a mop from the corner and handed it to you. "Here."

You took the mop from him, your fingers brushing against his. The contact sent a small jolt through you, and you both paused, looking at each other.

"Thanks," you mumbled, your cheeks warming.

Levi nodded briefly. "Just don't make a habit of it."

Eren, unable to help himself, whispered to Armin, "Did we just witness a truce?"

Armin smiled, relieved. "Looks like it."

As the cleaning continued, the atmosphere gradually lightened. Levi and you still exchanged the occasional glare, but there were also moments of shared glances and brief smiles. By the time the HQ was spotless, the tension had mostly disappeared. Levi pulled you aside.

"We're not done talking," he said quietly.

You nodded. "I know. But maybe we can talk without yelling this time."

He gave a small smile. "Maybe."

The others breathed a collective sigh of relief, and Sasha couldn't help but blurt out, "Finally! Now, can we please find some food?"

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Levi Ackerman x Reader Short SMUT 18+ This is the first smut I wrote, be easy on me

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The way his lips move against yours is so sensual and passionate that it almost feels like he is a man starved, desperate to taste your soul. Your tongue runs along his lower lip, asking for entrance.

You both break apart for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips breaks. Your face is flushed, and you pant heavily as you look at him, his hair is disheveled, and his lips are slightly swollen. His hand snakes under your shirt cupping one of your breasts through the fabric of your bra, squeezing the soft flesh and brushing his thumb over your nipple. You moan softly, arching your back into his touch.

You grab the waistband of his pants and tug him closer. He gets the hint and spins you around, so your front is pressed against the desk, bending you over slightly slipping it beneath the skirt of your dress and stroking the inside of your thighs. He then moves his hand to cup your cunt, rubbing circles on your clit, which is already slick with arousal. You buck your hips, silently begging him to enter you.

You whimper as his fingers enter you, curling and moving inside you. Your mind goes blank, and you bite your lip as you try to hold back your moans.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful." He groans, thrusting his fingers in and out. You pressed you ass into his dick feeling how hard it is. "I'm not the only one who's needy, huh?”

"Please," you beg, looking over your shoulder at him.

"What do you want, (Y/N)?"

"Please fuck me," you whimper.

"Please, Levi." You beg.

He removes his fingers, licking them clean before unbuttoning his pants. He pushes them down, freeing his erection.

He pulls you closer and enters you slowly, his cock stretching you. You moan as he fills you completely, causing him to cover your mouth with his hand. "Shh, we can't let them hear us." Levi whispered; his breath hot on her neck. A shiver ran down her spine at the sensation. You're so close to the edge that it's almost painful, but his thrusts are so perfect that you can't help but enjoy them. You're practically bouncing off his dick, but he keeps the pace steady and consistent. You're almost there, but he keeps you from going over the edge, holding your orgasm hostage. You feel your muscles starting to tense up as the pressure builds. You bite down on your lower lip, trying to stifle the moans that are trying to escape.

 "Come for me, (Y/N)," he whispers. "I want to feel you."

"I'm so close, Levi," you gasp. "I'm gonna..."

"Do it," he growls.

His words are all you need to push you over the edge. Your entire body tenses as your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks. Your inner walls contract around his dick, squeezing him tightly as you ride out your orgasm. Levi picked up his pace, he muffled your screams with his hand as he pounds into you. His cock is hitting all the right spots and your toes curl in pleasure.

He removes his hand from your mouth, moving it to cup your breasts, his fingers teasing your nipples. His thrusts become more erratic as his own orgasm approaches.

"Fuck, (Y/N). I'm gonna cum."

"Come for me, Levi."

His cock twitches inside you and he groans, his hips stuttering as he empties himself into you.

"Fuck." He mutters.

Your name falls from his lips like a prayer, a breathless sigh of pleasure.

He pulls out of you, panting.

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Levi Ackerman x Reader Postwar Short Fluff On the farmhouse porch, you sat surrounded by your painting supplies, your brush delicately stroking colors onto the canvas. Perched upon a hill, the farmhouse offered a stunning view of the surrounding fields that you love to paint. Your baby bump was quite noticeable, and you occasionally paused to gently rub your swollen stomach. Levi's shoes crunched on the gravel path as he made his way up the hill to where you were sitting. His gaze lingered on the painting. "Looks beautiful," he commented. You smiled, setting your brush down. "You're back early," you observed, noting the numerous bags and items he began to unload. "Looks like you’ve raided the entire store." "Only the essentials," he joked, straightening up with a playful grin. "We’ve got to be prepared, right?" "I guess you’re right," you agreed softly, your hand finding his. "Do you ever imagine what it’ll be like?" "All the time," he admitted. "Teaching them to ride a horse, watching them run around here..." "Painting with them," you added, squeezing his hand. "I can’t wait to see you teach them how to clean, though." Levi chuckled. "That's non-negotiable. They're going to learn how to clean properly. No child of mine is going to live in filth." He squeezed your hand reassuringly and planted a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I almost forgot—I've got something special to show you," he added, his voice tinged with excitement. He dug through one of the bags and finally pulled out a wrapped package, handing it to you. "Go on, open it," he encouraged, his eyes bright with anticipation. You carefully unwrapped the package, revealing a beautifully handcrafted mobile. The pieces dangling from it were delicate and intricate—tiny horses and miniature versions of the Scout Regiment’s wings of freedom badges, all carved from light wood. "It’s for the nursery," Levi explained, watching your reaction closely. "I found an artisan in town who makes these custom pieces. Thought it would be something unique, a good piece from our world to share with them." "It’s beautiful, Levi," you said sincerely, running your fingers over the smooth carvings. "It’s perfect." Levi's lips curled into a small, satisfied smile. "I wanted our kid to have something that tells a story... our story. And maybe inspire them someday," he added. You reached out, pulling him down beside you again, your head resting against his shoulder. "This is going to mean so much to them," you whispered, trying not to cry, feeling his arm wrap around you, pulling you closer.

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Levi Ackerman X Reader Levi, Hange and Erwin are discussing where they should put you on the next mission.

Maps and documents were spread across the large oak table that dominated the center of the room. Hange, pointed at various locations on the map, their glasses catching the glint of the candlelight as they detailed potential titan hotspots.

"Alright, so we've got the flanks covered here and here," Erwin began, pointing at the marked locations on the map. "Hange, your team will take the vanguard, and Levi—"

"Put [Y/N] on rear guard duty," Levi interjected.

Hange raised an eyebrow, their smile spreading slowly. "Oh? Rear guard again, huh? That’s the third time this week, Levi. Something you're not telling us?"

Erwin's lips twitched into a subtle smile as he folded his arms, leaning back slightly. "Levi, while I appreciate your strategic mindset, I think Hange might be onto something. [Y/N] has shown excellent capabilities in more engaged positions.”

Hange's amusement grew. "Oh, definitely. [Y/N] could easily handle being in the thick of it. Unless, of course, Levi has... personal reservations?"

"My decisions are based solely on tactical advantage," Levi stated flatly.

Erwin cleared his throat, signaling that the teasing had reached its limit. "Regardless, let's consider integrating [Y/N] into a more active role. It would be beneficial to leverage all capable soldiers to maximize our effectiveness."

Levi’s eyes lingered on the map, Finally, he nodded "Fine. We’ll place [Y/N] in the vanguard, but close to my unit.”

"So, Levi, should we wrap the [Y/N] with pillows, just to be safe?” Hange said nudging Levi with their elbow.

Erwin chuckled, “I think it’s quite endearing to see Levi so concerned for the welfare of his teammates.”

Levi's scowl deepened, but his cheeks flushed a faded shade of pink. "Cut the crap, you two. We have a mission to plan.”

Hange chuckled, but relented, returning to the discussion at hand. "Alright, alright, back to business."

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Just a random Sunday afternoon with the Ackerman household Levi Ackerman X Reader with Kids Short Fluff

You were busy hanging clothes in the backyard. Nearby, your two children—a seven-year-old boy and a five-year-old girl—were engaged in a playful duel with wooden swords, their laughter breaking the quiet.

Your son often let his excitement get the better of him, swinging his sword with more power than necessary. His younger sister, struggling to keep up, soon found herself on the verge of tears from the rough play. She abandoned her sword on the grass and ran towards Levi, who was observing them from the porch. He crouched down to meet her eye level.

"He's too strong," she pouted, tears swelling in her eyes.

"It's alright, sweetheart," he said, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. "How about I take your place in the fight?"

"But Papa, you'll get hurt!" she protested.

Upon hearing this, you paused from hanging the clothes, a loud laugh escaping you. "Oh, I think your Papa can handle a little duel.”

Levi glanced over at you, a playful smirk on his lips, as he reassured her, "Don't worry, I've faced much scarier things than this. I'll be fine."

Her eyes lit up at the proposal, and she nodded eagerly, wiping away the tears. Hand in hand, they approached the boy, who paused, looking slightly hesitant but that quickly faded when he saw his father picking up the wooden sword with ease, holding it in a relaxed but ready stance.

"I’m ready," he said, realizing that he was up against his dad. "Hope you can keep up!" He smiled ear to ear.

Levi gestured for his son to make the first move, an invitation the boy accepted with a wide grin. The duel began with the boy lunging forward aggressively, clearly confident in his ability to best his father. Levi effortlessly dodged the boy’s eager lunges, tapping him gently on all his openings. The boy's confidence slowly faded and turned into frustration as he realized that he could not beat his father.

On the sidelines, his sister, initially excited by the match, grew restless as it seemed never-ending. "Can we go do something else?" she asked you, tugging at your shirt.

"Yeah, I’m tired of this too," you replied, playfully rolling your eyes. "Let’s go inside. You can help me set the table for dinner." She nodded happily and followed you into the house. Inside, you and your daughter set the table together, her earlier worries forgotten as she happily helped with the cooking and taste-testing.

The sun began to set, painting the yard in a golden light. You stepped onto the porch, drying your hands on a towel. Levi and your son were still dueling, and you could tell your son was exhausted.

"Wrap it up! Dinner is ready. Hurry up before it gets cold!” you yelled.

The boy looked over in disappointment. He dropped his sword and began walking to the house, Levi doing the same.

"You're stubborn, you know that?" Levi said with a light chuckle. "Reminds me of someone I used to know."

The boy, puffing out his chest a bit, asked, "Was he a good fighter?"

"One of the best," Levi replied. "And stubborn just like you. Never gave up, no matter what."

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Waking up with Levi Ackerman Short fluff

The morning light spilled softly through the small window of you and Levi’s bedroom casting gentle patterns on the sheets that lay draped over you two. You slowly blinked your eyes open. For a moment, you were disoriented, unsure of your surroundings. But then your gaze fell on the sleeping figure next to you, and a sense of peace washed over you. you reached out, brushing a few stray strands of hair from Levi's face. Levi’s eyes fluttered open, meeting yours. as if sensing your gaze.

“You’re staring,” he mumbled, his voice husky with sleep.

You smiled softly, shifting closer. “Good morning,” you replied, tracing a finger gently down his cheek.

“Morning,” Levi replied, pulling you closer, reducing the already minimal space between you. His hand rested comfortably on your back. “What are you thinking about?”

"Just how nice this is. No alarms, no schedules. Just us."

He nodded, his hand finding yours under the covers, fingers intertwining. "We should do this more often,"

"Definitely," you agreed, snuggling into his side.

Without a word, Levi reached for you, his callous hand cupping your jaw as he pulled you into a deep, hungry kiss. You sighed into the embrace, your bodies pressing together as the kiss intensified. Levi rolled onto his back, bringing you on top of him without breaking the kiss. His hands roamed over the curves of your body as yours mapped his chest. His teeth grazed your lower lip, tugging gently before soothing it with his tongue. You whimpered at the sting, craving more of his intoxicating touch. With regret, you eventually had to part for air, your foreheads resting together as you fought to catch your breath. Levi's eyes blazed with pure desire and love for you.

"I love you," he whispered huskily, stealing one more quick but passionate kiss.

“I love you too.”

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