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MASTERLIST:

Levi x Reader

• The Dedicated Hearts Buried in History

-You never cared for academics, drifting through subjects with disinterest, unmotivated and failing grades. But when history spoke, something within you stirred. Curiosity bloomed where boredom once lived. You listened, not to facts, but to the stories of the soldiers who dedicated their hearts, sacrificed, betrayed, loved, and dreamed of a life without titans. You heard the story of the strongest, who failed to protect his people, and the boy bound by the unescapable chains of freedom he could never truly have. You felt their pain, their courage and their quiet sacrifices. Amid the ill-fated history of the past, you found him. Humanity’s strongest soldier. Levi Ackerman.

• Whispers of The Unspoken

• Whispers of the unspoken I

-AU set in the modern world, where both characters are in high school. Levi is a grade twelve senior, preparing to graduate while You’re a grade eleven student, Carrying the memories of the past, finding the courage to begin something that has lingered long before. A love that once existed, now waiting to be revived. But as you start over, you face the challenge of his cold, quiet demeanor. Will your patience and love be enough to bridge the gap? Can you find a way to say what has remained unsaid for so long?

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Levi x Hange

•The Choice Amid The Fire

-All his life, Levi never had a choice. A life of violence forced upon him, born in the depths of the underground, and spending half his twenties fighting titans. None of it was his will, but the weight of circumstance left him no other path. Yet even as fate carved a cruel road, he stood firm, Facing this ill-fated life with strength, and meeting every blow not only with passion, but with compassion, for those who fought beside him, and for the dream they all carried: a world without titans. But in the dim-lit silence of that forest night, where the fire’s glow was their only light and warmth, Hange gave him a choice:

“Maybe We should just live here together”

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Mikasa x Jean

• A Love That Came After

-Mikasa’s world crumbled, again. She didn’t know where to start or how to begin. She was lost, drifting through days without meaning, the will to live slipping further from her grasp. Once more, she found herself thrown into the pit of darkness, surrounded by utter silence—the same silence brought by the peace they all had fought for. But amidst the silence,

Jean taught her how to live once more.

• Random Thought

-my personal fave:>

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Here’s a little collection of my works! I hope you enjoy diving into these pieces as much as I enjoyed writting them! here’s to more stories ahead. Cheers to the journey! <3

[sawneybeanie]

It’s the time of the year! rewatching aot for the 3rd time this year 🤧 But you know what it means?!….

more headcanons and short stories!!!

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Drabble Challenge 2025 - Day 10 // Serenade

postwar!Levi x Reader

Your relationship blossomed slowly, cautiously- a late-winter flower striving above snow. But it has only made the thawing more precious. You've watched Levi ease into himself, softening into your embrace, learning peacefulness.

One morning, you wake to find him already up. You find Levi in the kitchen in his pajama pants, a mixing bowl in his lap, his wheelchair facing the open window. He's humming a scratchy, out-of-tune melody as the kettle whistles. His scarred eyes crinkle into a smile when he sees you, but he doesn't stop. It's imperfect, hardly musical, but it's the sweetest serenade you could imagine.

< challenge masterlist >

[rinsko]

[bae1evi]

Me while looking at levi

[abiatackerman]

The official arts in hd version.

[vctrdoom]

dedicate your heart something something yayy

[h00dville]

canon

[mercutiosaruanishop]

Armin, seeing the girl of his dreams for the first time in 4 years

This is what he sees.

This is what he wants to say.

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“Whispers of the unspoken”

A distant memory that you don’t remember find its way back to you, through your dreams. It feels too vivid to ignore. It felt too real to be just an imagination.

In the dream, there was this man, sharp gray eyes, filled with the weight of grief and loss, and black hair that fell neatly just above his brows. There was something hauntingly familiar about him. The way he looked at you, the way he carried himself, it all echoed to someone you knew in real life.

Your senior.

The resemblance was unmistakable: the same eyes, the same remarkable presence.

But in the dream, he was different. Not just in appearance —slightly shorter but also more worn out and tired. Like a version of him shaped by a world far harsher than yours.

In the dream, the two of you fought side by side. You don’t remember the battles exactly, but you remember the way he stood beside you, the way you always found your way back to each other. No words were ever spoken, but the feeling was undeniable: there was love that existed. Quiet, genuine, and unspoken.

But in that memory, the world was too cruel for softness. Love felt like a weakness, a dangerous thing to hold onto in a place where people died suddenly and without any warning. So neither of you ever said it. You both carried it in silence, believing it would only get in the way. Love felt like just another thing the world could steal away.

And now, in this life in the quiet moments between sleep and waking, those memories returned. Uninvited, but persistent. They tug at your chest and whisper what was left unsaid.

So the question lingers:

Now that you remember, fate different from the cruel destiny of the past..

will you finally be able to say the words you never could before?

Will you pursue the love that never had the chance to exist?

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Another story!

I keep getting caught up in new ideas, instead of focusing on finishing the next part of my first works. 😅

But anyway, here’s a new story from my drafts which will have several parts: an AU set in the modern world, where both characters are in high school. Levi is a grade twelve senior, preparing to graduate while You’re a grade eleven student, Carrying the memories of the past, finding the courage to begin something that has lingered long before. A love that once lived, now waiting to be revived.

But as you start over, you face the challenge of his cold, quiet demeanor.

Will your patience and love be enough to bridge the gap?

Can you find a way to say what has remained unsaid for so long?

[sawneybeanie]

Random late night thoughts:

I often find myself thinking about how deeply Mikasa loves Eren, how she gave him her whole heart, yet still found the strength to move forward and love again. In a way, that kind of love is the most tragic but also beautiful. I like to imagine that in their next life, even without the same tragedies and circumstances, their story would still follow a familiar path. Eren and Mikasa would meet early, fall in love early, and somehow, end things early. No matter how the world changes around them, Eren would always be the one that got away — the love Mikasa could never truly hold onto.

And yet, in that same lifetime, I believe Jean would still find her. And Mikasa, with a quieter heart this time, would still come to love him not as a replacement, but as part of the fate that was always meant for them. A version of fate that repeats, not out of sorrow, but with peace. The same souls, the same choices, only this time, without the weight of pain.

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Here’s another version of this: https://www.tumblr.com/sawneybeanie/780236023784472576/a-love-that-came-after

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💬 1  🔁 0  ❤️ 2 · “A Love that Came after.” · Mikasa’s world crumbled, again. She didn’t know where to start or how to begin. She was lost,

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“A Love that Came after.”

Mikasa’s world crumbled, again.

She didn’t know where to start or how to begin. She was lost, drifting through days without meaning, the will to live slipping further from her grasp. Once more, she found herself thrown into the pit of darkness, surrounded by utter silence—the same silence brought by the peace they all had fought for.

But amidst the silence, Jean taught her how to live once more.

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A little late, but happy birthday, Jean Boy!

This is a small gift that I hope you all will enjoy reading, wrapped in the love Jean showed throughout the series for Mikasa.

The way he cared for Mikasa, is a reminder of what love looks like when it doesn’t demand, but simply stays.

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“Pull yourself together! We’re the only ones who can kill Eren.”

Those words echoed in her mind, sharp and unforgiving as the moment replayed in her dreams: the moment she killed the man she loved.

Restless sleep, Guilt, Grief, and Yearning. They clung to her like a second skin. The man she had sworn to protect now lived only in memories, taken by her own hands.

If only there had been more time, she thought. Could we have found another way?

Mikasa opened her eyes, tears staining the corners of her vision. That familiar ache twisted in her chest. Those dreams again, she sighed, staring blankly at the ceiling as the weight of morning settled in.

It had been four years since the Rumbling. Though the world now breathed in peace, the scars buried deep within her still bled—quietly and relentlessly. There were days when Mikasa didn’t even know where to begin again.

The sadness she carried had stretched on for three long years. She remembered the day she returned to Paradis to bury Eren. He was gone. And with him, it felt like the rest of her world had vanished too.

When she returned to Paradis, she came back alone. Armin, Jean, Connie, and the others had stayed behind in Marley, chosen as ambassadors for peace. For three long years, they worked to rebuild a broken world—far from her, far from the island, and far from Eren’s grave.

Mikasa was left behind, surrounded by silence. No one to grieve with. No one to share the weight of what was lost. The island was at peace, but her heart was not. It ached endlessly while everyone else had been consumed with negotiating peace, rebuilding alliances, and shaping a future from the wreckage. She was left to face the pain alone. No one had time to mourn with her.

But when the others finally returned, it was their presence that brought a sense of familiarity yet Jean’s persistence is what truly made the difference. His constant visits, never asking too much and never expecting anything from her. He didn’t expect her to heal quickly, to speak, or even to smile. He simply showed up, day after day, offering his presence without demands. It wasn’t grand gestures or words that helped her. It was the rhythm of his visits—

the unspoken reminder that, even in the depths of her grief, there were others who still cared for her.

He didn’t fill the silence with words. Instead, he taught her how to exist within it.

He reminded her that silence didn’t have to be empty—that it could be soft, healing, even beautiful. And in that silence, he showed her what music sounded like. Not through grand gestures, but through the small, steady rhythm of care. Step by step, he taught her how to dance again—not with her feet, but with her heart.

He didn’t try to replace what she had lost. He simply stood beside her until she could lift her head on her own.

slowly and gently—She came to love him.

But not in the same way she had loved Eren. That love had been fierce, consuming, tied to pain and destiny. But this love was different, it is quiet, rooted, and kind.

It blossomed not from the pain, but from the love that came after.”

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Hellooo! sadly, I’m too tired to continue this, so I’ll be ending the story here. 😔

I wanted to write more about the journey of Jean and Mikasa, how their love bloomed after everything, how they both accepted that pain and learned to live with it, carrying it with them through the years. I wanted this to end with them marrying, building a family, and finding peace in each other’s arms. But right now, my brain just can’t process anymore so maybe that will be for another part or not…? depends if I will ever get the inspiration, enough to continue for another🤧

[sawneybeanie]

“The Choice amid the fire”

All his life, Levi never had a choice. A life of violence forced upon him, born in the depths of the underground, and spending half his twenties fighting titans.

None of it was his will, but the weight of circumstances left him no other path. Yet even as fate carved a cruel road, he stood firm, Facing this ill-fated life with strength, and meeting every blow not only with passion, but with compassion, for those who fought beside him, and for the dream they all carried: a world without titans.

But in the dim-lit silence of that forest night, where the fire’s glow was their only light and warmth, Hange gave him a choice:

“Maybe We should just live here together”

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The explosion of the thunder spear tore through Levi, leaving immense damage, enough to steal him away into a slumber that stretched for a day. A wound so deep, no ordinary person would rise so soon from such a violent blast. Yet, as he lay in the stillness of his sleep, a soft voice reached him, whispering through the darkness.

“Maybe we should just live here together, levi.” It was a quiet mumble, yet Levi heard it clearly.

Levi, having lost all his loved ones, wondered if running away from their duty, would somehow spare Hange from the cruel fate that awaits them. He paused, a moment of stillness as he pondered on the words Hange had whispered. Flustered, yet somehow certain, he was ready to say yes to the offer. Stopping the Rumbling is a huge bullshit anyway, a death sentence in disguise. Anyone who dares to attempt it is choosing their own end.

For the first time, he felt fear. his stomach twisting, sickened by the thought of Hange slipping away from him. If they were to stop the rumbling, it might cost both of their lives. And sure enough, life is already pretty shitty, knowing that Paradis is screwed, with all the nations having gathered to wage war on them. To stop it now would be a gamble too great, a risk far too heavy.

and he had already lost too much. The thought of losing her too… he couldn’t bear it.

Some may deem it unfair, selfish even, as he possesses the strength to help in ending it. Yet, they fail to see that he is tired. This never ending hatred and fight has drained him, and he can no longer summon the will to fight. For the first time in his life, he was given a choice, a life with her, away from titans, killings, and war. Though this peace may be fleeting, it was a life he could choose for himself, not one controlled by fate, but by his own will.

Levi gathered every ounce of strength in his arms to lift himself up, drawing Hange’s attention.

“Hey, Four Eyes…..

Even before all of this, I’ve always wanted of a life with you. Not as an escape, nor out of fear of the harsh world we face, but because I love you enough to leave everything behind—

everything, except you.”

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Hello! I’ll be stopping here for and Thank you so much for reading this far. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writting it!

Here’s the picture from the manga where my inspiration blossomed:

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“ The Dedicated hearts buried in history.”

A year 2,000 years ago from the past.

(PRESENT TIMELINE)

You’re a highschool girl in paradis who never cared about your academics, drifting through subjects with disinterest, unmotivated and failing grades. But when history spoke, something within you stirred. Curiosity bloomed where boredom once lived.

You listened, not to facts, but to the stories of the soldiers who dedicated their hearts, sacrificed, betrayed, loved, and dreamed of a life without titans. You heard the story of the strongest, who failed to protect his people, and the boy bound by the unescapable chains of freedom he could never truly have. You felt their pain, their courage and their quiet sacrifices. Amid the ill-fated history of the past,

you found him…

“Humanity’s strongest soldier, Levi Ackerman.”

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You were never the kind of student who took school seriously. An average girl with failing scores, skating by with the motto: “You only live once.”

Why worry about dates and dead people when there’s a whole life happening outside the classroom? Math bored you, science confused you, and history? Well… It was just another subject you planned to survive. But as the clock whispered its steady ticks, another hour arrived, and with it, the familiar call of your last subject arrives, “history.”

It started with a quote: “Reclaiming the world from titans.” — Erwin Smith, 13th Commander of the Survey Corps. It was printed boldly in the margins of your history book, The kind of book most students skimmed just enough to pass. But something about it stopped you.

Titans? As tall as skyscrapers? Humans once fighting monsters that could crush cities underfoot?

For a second, you laughed — seriously? But deep down you knew, a spark was lit.

You began to question it, not just the story, but the meaning behind it. Could they really have believed they could win? Did they not know that the monsters they feared were once just like them — human?

And suddenly, learning history wasn’t boring anymore… It became a story where you find yourself yearning, Not just in their battles, but in their beliefs of aching for freedom and In their courage to fight when all seemed lost.

Dedicate your heart, they said.

And in that moment, you understood why. It wasn’t about grades or facts. It was about their belief. About the stories worth telling, lives worth remembering.

And as your fingers flipped the page, turning it softly, you stumbled upon the very name…

Levi Ackerman, Humanity’s strongest soldier.

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Hello! This is my very first blog post here on Tumblr, and I hope it will give you an enjoyable read, worth every moment of your time. I’ll be sharing more soon—the story of a love found between the lines of history’s pages,

A journey I call “The Dedicated Hearts Buried in History.”