𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓: જ⁀➴
-levi ackerman x fem reader
-FLUFF
-SUMMARY: Levi realizing he does favor you over everyone else. Because he is in love! 🤍
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The first thing people noticed about the three of you was that you were always together. It had been like that for years. Before Levi was humanity’s strongest soldier. Before Hange became the commander to be. Before anyone really knew your name.
Back then you were just three recruits who somehow ended up orbiting one another like a strange constellation. Hange was chaos. Levi was control. And you were something in between.
The balance.
The one who kept the two from strangling each other.
Or… at least tried.
Everyone Saw It Except Him. The rest of the Survey Corps noticed something early on. Levi was merciless with Hange.
“Four eyes, stop running experiments on my squad.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Stop touching things.”
“Don’t bring that titan arm into the mess hall again.”
Every conversation between them sounded like a verbal war.
But with you?
Levi Ackerman was… different. Subtle differences. The kind only observant soldiers picked up on. He didn’t bark orders at you. He didn’t insult you. When you messed up, his voice lowered instead of rising. And when you laughed at Hange’s antics, Levi sometimes looked at you like the sound itself was something fragile. Something he didn’t want to break.
He never noticed it. But everyone else did.
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The training field behind the headquarters was a mess of shouting soldiers, clanging ODM gear, and dust kicked up from constant movement. Levi stood with his arms crossed, expression blank as always while the recruits struggled through drills.
“Again.” he said flatly.
Groans erupted immediately. Eren collapsed onto his knees.
“Captain we just finished the last course—”
“And now you’ll do it again.” Levi replied.
Jean muttered something under his breath. Levi’s eyes shifted toward him.
“Did you say something, horse face?”
Jean immediately stood straight. “No sir.”
“Good.”
Across the field, soldiers ran through the obstacle course again, grappling hooks firing, bodies launching between wooden towers. Hange was pacing nearby, muttering excitedly while scribbling notes.
“Fascinating… if we increase maneuver velocity by twenty percent, theoretically the human body could—”
“Don’t encourage them to break their necks.” Levi cut in.
Hange looked offended. “I’m conducting research!”
“You’re creating problems.”
Meanwhile, you stood beside him, relaxed. Breathing steady after finishing the course earlier. Levi glanced at you.
“You done already?”
You nodded. “Finished a few minutes ago.”
He hummed quietly.
“Good.”
Across the field, Connie nearly fell out of the air.
“HEY! WHY IS SHE DONE?!” he shouted.
Levi didn’t even look at him.
“She finished.”
“That’s not fair!” Eren landed nearby, panting.
“Captain we’re dying out here!”
Levi’s eyes shifted lazily toward them “You’re not dying.”
Jean muttered. “Feels like it.”
Levi ignored him. Then Eren made a mistake. A very stupid mistake. He pointed at you.
“But she isn’t even doing the extra laps!”
The field went quiet. Every soldier immediately realized what he had just done. You froze. Hange slowly looked up from her notebook. Levi’s gaze slid back to Eren. Slowly. Dangerously.
“And?” Levi asked.
Eren blinked. “Well we’re all doing extra drills but she isn’t—”
Levi interrupted. “She works harder than all of you.”
The answer was immediate. Cold. Matter of fact.
Eren frowned. “But how do you—”
Levi turned fully toward him.
“Yeager.”
Eren swallowed. “Yes sir.”
“You’re cleaning the horse barn tonight.”
Jean snorted. Connie burst out laughing. Eren looked horrified.
“WHAT?!”
Levi’s expression didn’t change. “After training.”
“That’s not fair!”
Levi turned away. “Life isn’t fair.”
Training resumed. But behind Levi, you covered your mouth, trying not to giggle. Your cheeks were pink.
Later, while everyone was finishing drills, Hange leaned toward you.
“He does it again.”
You tilted your head. “Does what?”
Hange gestured toward Levi. “That.”
Levi stood nearby, correcting a soldier’s grip on their blades.
“What?”
“He treats you differently.”
You laughed softly. “No he doesn’t.”
Hange stared at you. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
Hange leaned closer. “He literally gave Eren barn duty for pointing out favoritism.”
Your face warmed. “That’s not favoritism really.”
Hange raised an eyebrow “Oh really?”
You tried to look innocent. “He just knows I train hard.”
Hange squinted.
“You’re both idiots.”
Night settled quietly over headquarters. Most soldiers had already gone inside. But the horse barn lights were still on. Inside, Eren shoveled hay angrily.
“This is so stupid.” He kicked a bucket.
“I just asked a question!”
You stood beside him holding another shovel. Helping.
“Levi didn’t say you had to help.”
“I know.”
“So why are you here?”
You shrugged. “I felt bad.”
Eren glanced at you. “You’re too nice.”
You laughed. “Maybe.”
For a moment they worked in silence. Then Eren spoke again.
“You know you’re lucky right?”
You looked up. “What do you mean?”
Eren leaned against the shovel. “You’re like one of the only people Captain Levi tolerates.”
You blinked. “Tolerates?”
“Yeah.”
You giggled. “That’s not very flattering.”
“I’m serious!” Eren said. “Everyone’s terrified of him.”
“Well he’s scary.”
“But not to you.”
You paused. That was true. Levi had always been strict. But never cruel. Never with you.
You shrugged. “I guess I just got used to him.”
Eren shook his head. “No. It’s different.”
“How?”
“He actually listens when you talk.”
You laughed softly. “I’m sure he listens to everyone.”
Eren stared at you. “Definitely not..”
Outside the barn doors stood Levi. Silent. He had come to check whether Eren actually did the punishment. He hadn’t planned to stay. But then he heard his name. And stopped.
Inside, Eren continued talking.
“I swear he only tolerates like three people.”
You tilted your head. “Three?”
“Hange. Erwin.” Eren pointed the shovel at you. “And you.”
Your cheeks warmed slightly. “That’s not true.”
“It is.”
You giggled quietly. “Well I guess I’m lucky then.” Your smile was soft.
Levi felt something strange tighten in his chest. Lucky. That word echoed in his mind. Lucky to be tolerated. He suddenly became very aware of something he had never examined before. The way he watched you. The way your laugh immediately softened his temper. The way he always assigned you less exhausting patrol routes. The way he never shouted at you. The way he unconsciously stepped closer to you during meetings. The way your safety was always the first thing he checked during missions.
He had told himself it was because you were skilled. Reliable. Valuable to the squad. But now, hearing someone else say it out loud…
Something inside him shifted. And it terrified him. Inside the barn, Eren spoke again.
“Seriously. If anyone else did half the stuff you do, he’d kick them through a wall.”
You laughed. “I don’t think Levi would kick anyone through a wall.”
Eren stared at you. “You are unbelievably naive.”
You grinned. “Maybe.”
Levi walked away before either of you could notice him. His mind was loud. Too loud. He didn’t like it. He preferred quiet. Control. Precision. But right now his thoughts were chaotic. Annoyingly chaotic.
He replayed every memory he had with you. Every small moment. Every time your smile made him pause. Every time your voice pulled his attention. Every time he found himself searching for you in a crowd. And suddenly a realization slammed into him so hard he physically stopped walking.
“Shit.”
Levi Ackerman didn’t panic easily. But this? This felt dangerously close. Because if that realization was correct then he had been walking around with a weakness. For years.
You and Eren finished cleaning the barn. He wiped sweat from his forehead.
“Thanks for helping.”
“No problem.”
You stretched your arms. “I should go before Levi realizes I disappeared.”
Eren smirked. “He probably already knows.”
You rolled your eyes. “Goodnight, Eren.”
“Night.”
You walked back toward the barracks. Completely unaware that one very dangerous man was currently rethinking his entire existence.
Levi sat at his desk. Tea untouched. Paperwork unfinished. Which was rare. Very rare. His mind replayed the barn conversation. Over and over. He didn’t like what it suggested.
He especially didn’t like the way his chest tightened when he imagined something happening to you. Because he knew that feeling. He had felt it before. Long ago. With people he had lost. And that terrified him.
“This is stupid.” He muttered it out loud. But the words felt weak. Because deep down… He already knew the truth.
Levi Ackerman was in love with you. And somehow… He had been for a very long time. He just never allowed himself to see it.
Once Levi realized something, he couldn’t ignore it. And now every time he looked at you, every laugh, every smile, every careless moment when you stood too close. His chest felt tight. His mind restless. His control slipping. And he hated it. Because loving someone in the Survey Corps meant only one thing.
Loss.
You had no idea what storm was building inside him. To you, Levi was still just Levi. Strict. Quiet. Reliable. Someone who always had your back. Someone whose rare approval made your heart flutter. Someone whose presence made you feel safe. Even when Titans were nearby.
And neither of you realized yet… That the moment coming soon, the expedition where you would get badly hurt. Would be the moment everything finally shattered. Including Levi’s control.
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Morning arrived cold and gray. The kind of morning that always seemed to come before an expedition. Clouds hung low over the walls, turning the sky a dull sheet of silver. The air smelled faintly of damp earth and metal from freshly sharpened blades. Soldiers moved around headquarters with quiet efficiency. Harnesses tightened. Gas canisters checked. Blades tested. The Survey Corps had done this dozens of times before. And yet every expedition still carried the same silent understanding. Not everyone would come back.
Levi stood near the stable yard, adjusting the straps of his ODM gear with his usual precision. Across the yard, soldiers mounted their horses. Jean complained loudly. Connie laughed. Eren argued with someone about formation positioning.
Hange was already animated, excitedly explaining a new theory about Titan movement patterns to anyone unlucky enough to be standing near them. Normal chaos. But Levi wasn’t watching any of that. His eyes were on you.
You stood beside your horse, checking the straps on your saddle. Your movements were confident. Calm. You had always been like that before missions. Focused without looking nervous. Levi hated how easily he could pick you out in a crowd. It had become automatic. His eyes searching for you without permission. His brain calculating where you were positioned. His mind quietly ensuring you were safe before anything else. He used to tell himself it was because you were a valuable soldier. Reliable. Smart. Strong.
Now he knew better. And it made everything worse.
Hange suddenly leaned into Levi’s field of vision. “Looking for someone?”
Levi didn’t move. “No.”
Hange followed his line of sight anyway. And immediately grinned.
“Oh.”
Levi exhaled slowly. “Don’t start.”
“I didn’t say anything!”
“You’re thinking it.”
Hange laughed. “I always think things.”
Levi turned away. “You’re annoying.”
Soon the gates began to open. The heavy stone doors of the wall groaned as they separated. Beyond them stretched endless open land. Fields. Forest. Freedom. And Titans.
Commander Erwin rode at the front of the formation. His voice carried easily.
“Survey Corps advance!”
Horses surged forward. The ground thundered beneath dozens of hooves. Wind rushed past as the formation spread across the open plains. Levi rode near the front with his squad. His eyes constantly scanned the horizon. Every detail mattered. But every few seconds his gaze drifted backward. Searching for one specific rider.
You were fine at first. You rode several rows behind Levi’s position. Your horse kept steady pace with the others. You looked focused. And Levi forced himself to stop checking. Because he had a job to do.
It happened fast. It always did. One moment the plains were empty.
The next moment… Movement. A scout shouted.
“TITANS THREE O’CLOCK!”
Heads turned. Shapes emerged from behind the hills. Massive figures stumbling toward the formation. More scouts shouted warnings.
“LEFT SIDE!”
“THERE’S MORE!”
The formation shifted. Horses split into smaller groups as soldiers prepared to maneuver. Gas hissed. ODM hooks fired. Soldiers launched into the air. The battle had begun.
Levi moved like a blade through the sky. His ODM lines shot between trees and terrain with flawless control. One Titan dropped. Then another. Then another. Three clean kills in seconds.
He landed briefly on a tree branch before launching again. And then he looked around. Automatically. Without thinking. Searching. Where were you?
Your position in the formation was empty. Levi’s eyes narrowed. He scanned the battlefield again. Soldiers darted through the air. Titans stumbled through the trees. But he didn’t see you. Not anywhere. Something cold settled in his chest. He told himself it was nothing. Formations shifted all the time. You were probably just repositioning. But his eyes kept searching. And searching. And searching. Still nothing.
Minutes later Erwin’s voice echoed through the forest.
“RETREAT!”
The signal flares shot into the sky. The mission had gone wrong. More Titans were approaching. Too many.
The formation broke into full retreat. Horses thundered back toward the wall. Levi cut down another Titan before landing beside his horse. He mounted quickly. And immediately looked around again. Still no sign of you. His jaw tightened. He rode alongside Hange.
“Where is she?”
Hange blinked. “Who—” Then they understood.
“I lost sight of her during the second wave.”
Levi’s grip tightened on the reins. “You lost sight of her?”
“I assumed she was with the rear formation!”
Levi didn’t answer. He just spurred his horse faster.
Every second felt wrong. Every passing tree felt too slow. Every rider that wasn’t you made the knot in his chest tighter. Levi rarely allowed panic to touch him. He had trained himself to cut it out. Emotion got soldiers killed. But right now something was clawing at his control. And he hated it. Because the thought forming in his mind was simple. What if you weren’t coming back?
The gates came into view. Soldiers poured inside. Horses raced through the entrance. Medical teams rushed forward. Levi scanned every rider. Every face. Every injured soldier. You weren’t there. His pulse spiked.
Where the hell were you?
Then He Saw You. Someone was carrying a body. Levi’s eyes locked onto the figure immediately. Hange.
And in their arms… You. Your body hung limp against their chest. Your head tilted sideways. Your arm dangled weakly. And there was blood. So much blood.
Levi didn’t remember dismounting. He was suddenly moving toward them. Fast. Too fast. The world around him blurred.
“Hange.”
His voice came out sharper than intended. Hange slowed slightly.
“She’s alive.”
Levi’s eyes moved over you rapidly. Assessing.
“You… she—” Levi’s voice faltered briefly, something he never allowed in front of others. He swallowed hard and stepped closer.
“She… collapsed,” Hange said quickly. “She must’ve taken a hit to the ribs, could barely breathe before I reached her.”
Levi’s eyes narrowed. Without hesitation, he reached forward. His hands gripped your torso gently but firmly, testing your weight. You were lighter than he expected, dangerously light. His stomach knotted; his instincts screamed at him that this was serious.
“I’ll take her,” he said curtly.
Hange hesitated. “Your body is also exhausted Levi.”
Levi shook his head, sharper than necessary. “I’m fine give me her, now.”
Hange’s brow furrowed. But complied.
Levi didn’t wait. With surprising strength, he lifted you from Hange’s arms, pressing your torso against his. Every movement was careful, deliberate, but there was no mistaking the intensity in his grip. His hands moved to your sides, fingers splayed across the rib area, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles to ease the pain with gentle pressure. You winced slightly with each movement, but Levi didn’t stop, he adjusted the angle, pressing his thumbs into the small muscles between your ribs, forcing you to take steady, manageable breaths.
As he carried you toward his horse, Levi bent his head, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. His hair brushed against your temple, his breath warm against your skin. One hand tightened on your waist to stabilize you, the other kept its rhythm along your ribs and hips, sliding slowly down to your thighs, kneading in gentle, careful motions. Every circle of his palm was measured, controlled, meant to soothe, to anchor you to him.
You shivered partly from the cold, partly from the heat of his chest pressing into yours. Your hands instinctively went to his forearm, holding on, trying to communicate that you were conscious and aware despite the pain. Levi felt the squeeze and, for a fraction of a second, let himself exhale, though the tension in his jaw didn’t soften. Not yet.
He adjusted you again on his chest, resting his cheek against your neck. One hand moved slightly higher along your side to rub the intercostal muscles around your ribs again, tracing gentle circles while his thumb pressed lightly into tender spots. His other hand traveled back to your thigh, massaging in quiet, careful motions to keep your legs from cramping. Levi didn’t speak much, words were unnecessary. His presence, the pressure of his hands, the warmth of his chest, the deep exhale he pressed against your hair. It said everything he couldn’t admit aloud.
Around you, the world blurred, horses, soldiers, the retreating landscape. Levi didn’t notice. Didn’t care. His focus was entirely on you. Feeling your fragile form against him. Feeling your heartbeat, uneven but steady. Feeling the warmth of you against his chest. And for the first time since the expedition began, Levi allowed himself to feel something he had long suppressed: the overwhelming relief that you were still here. Still breathing. Still yours to hold.
He murmured softly, almost inaudibly, right against your hair. “You idiot… you can’t keep doing this.”
You let out a small, pained laugh against his shoulder. “Captain… I’m trying.”
Levi’s lips brushed the side of your neck. “Try harder,” he muttered, his voice low and rough, a mix of annoyance, fear, and something far deeper. His hands never stopped their careful, soothing motions side, ribs, thigh, waist, anchoring you to him in ways that went far beyond mere physical support.
The horse began moving, slow and steady, carrying you both toward safety. Levi held you like this the entire way, silent except for the occasional soft murmur, until finally the pounding in his chest settled just enough for him to breathe and for him to realize, completely and painfully, that he could never let you get hurt again.
After a while he spoke again. Very quietly. So only you could hear.
“If you pull something like that again…”
You waited.
“I’m chaining you to the damn headquarters.”
Your weak laugh vibrated against his arm. “Captain’s orders?”
“Yes.”
“You’d really do it?”
Levi’s lips brushed your hair as he answered.
“Don’t test me.”
Everyone Saw. Other soldiers noticed. Of course they did.
Jean nearly fell off his horse staring. Connie whispered something to Sasha. Eren’s eyes widened. And Hange… Hange just smiled. Because finally, Levi Ackerman had stopped pretending.
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