There's something cute about Levi taking care of your baby while he is working. The meeting was mostly boring except for the little bundle in his lap, currently she was calm. Her eyes looked around, probably trying to find something to gawn on. It was that period, she was teething and all those sleepless nights tired both you and Levi out. He never let you take care of her on your own, never. Levi notices the baby getting restless in his lap, he gently runs his fingers through the tuffs of her soft black hair, same as his. The baby gurgles, enjoying the attention but its quickly distracted as her chubby fingers grab hold of Levi's paperwork. "No you don't, brat." He quickly replaced the papers with his tea spoon, sure he could've given her a toy but she found anything interesting especially when it was shiny. She coos happily showing off the new item to her father as she looks at him. "Yes that's very nice, princess." Just a slight smile grazes his lips as he watches her play.
The reaction of the rest of the room almost escaps Levi, almost. He notices how Hange keeps making faces at the baby and Erwin keeps getting distracted by the cuteness. Nifa trying to bribe the baby with some bright pencils doesn't miss him either. They got used to it by now, Levi didn't want to have you working but he also didn't stop you when you told him you wanted to come back to work. Both of you didn't trust random strangers with your daughter, so brining her to work was what you settled on. And it weirdly worked, the baby's innocence helped with the usual grim mood of the soldiers and Levi's workdays now were fun even if he had to finish three stacks of paperwork. The meeting is almost up to a close when you appear, the baby squeals loudly as she sees you making grabby hands. "Hi mama's bunny." You take her kissing her chubby cheek. "Did she behave?" You ask your husband who scoffs. "As well as a baby can. The shitty gums are bothering her." He hated seeing his kid in pain and if he could someone transfer it on himself, he would. Levi never wanted children but seeing you with your daughter and seeing his little girl smile, he wouldn't change it for anything in the world.
it had been such a hard day, the one that just makes you numb and exhausted physically and mentally. and all you really craved was your boyfriends warmth.
oh.
right.
he was your ex now.
you didn't mean to text him, it was just an intrusive thought, muscle memory almost, a simple
"can you come over?"
you didn't expect anything, it was wrong of you to do so.
but lo and behold he was standing at your doorstep with your favorite comfort food.
"you came?" your voice barely above a whisper, cracked and tired.
"you called." his voice was soft. steady, and his eyes even softer, filled with love.
to him, it didn't matter what you both went through, how messy it had gotten between the two of you because if you needed him, he'd always come.
always.
thinking about this andd
yuuta, yuji, izuku, kirishima, rin, reo, akaashi, iwaizumi, levi, armin, chuuya and your favs!!
The silence in the Captain’s office was more suffocating than the smoke on the battlefield had been.
You stood by the window, your arm wrapped in heavy bandages and your side throbbing with every breath.
You had survived the mission, but only by a hair’s breadth.
The door slammed shut with a violence that made the frames rattle.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Levi’s voice wasn't its usual calm, cold rasp.
It was a roar.
You flinched, turning to see him standing by his desk, his hair disheveled and his cravat torn.
He looked unraveled. "Levi, the flank was collapsing. If I hadn't moved-“
"If you hadn't moved, you wouldn't have been crushed!" he screamed, stepping into your space.
He slammed his hand against the wall beside your head. "You threw yourself into the mouth of a 15-meter class! You ignored the signal! You acted like a suicidal brat!"
"I was doing my job!" you yelled back, the adrenaline finally snapping into anger. "I saved three scouts! Would you rather I let them die?"
"I'd rather have a soldier who follows orders than a corpse I have to bury!" his eyes were wide, frantic. "You were under the debris for ten minutes. I couldn't see you. I couldn't find you. Do you have any idea what that does to a person?"
The heat of the argument pushed you over the edge.
The pain in your side flared, and the exhaustion of nearly dying turned into a cold, hard wall.
"Then maybe you shouldn't have put me on your squad," you said, your voice suddenly quiet and trembling.
"If I'm such a burden, if my life is just another 'order' to you, then let me go. Stop looking for me."
You turned away from him, pulling your shoulders in, physically closing yourself off.
You felt hollow.
You stared out at the dark courtyard, refusing to look at the man who was currently looking at you like you were the moon and the sun combined.
"Get out, Levi," you whispered. "Go find a soldier who’s easier to manage."
The room went deathly silent.
You expected another shout, or the sound of the door slamming as he left. Instead, you heard a sharp, jagged intake of breath.
A pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you back against a chest that was shaking.
Levi buried his face in the crook of your neck, his forehead pressing against your skin.
Then, you felt it. The dampness of hot tears soaking into your uniform.
"Don't," he choked out. The sound was broken, a noise Levi Ackerman wasn't supposed to be capable of making. "Don't tell me to stop looking for you. Don't you dare."
He turned you around in his arms, his grip desperate, almost painful.
He didn't look like the Humanity's Strongest; he looked like a man who had finally lost the only thing he had left to lose.
He slumped against you, his head dropping to your shoulder as he sobbed quietly, his fingers clutching the back of your jacket.
"I can't lose you," he whispered into your collar, his voice thick. "I've lost everyone. I can't... I can't wake up and have you be a name on a stone. Please. Don't do that to me again."
Your anger evaporated, replaced by a crushing ache in your chest.
You slowly raised your uninjured arm, wrapping it around his head, pulling him closer as he shook in your arms.
"I'm here, Levi," you breathed, closing your eyes as you felt his tears on your skin.
"I'm still here."
The sun had barely begun to bleed over the horizon, casting long, pale shadows across the stone floors of the headquarters.
You stirred in the small cot Levi had forced you into the night before, right in the corner of his office but as soon as you moved, a hand clamped firmly, yet gently, over yours.
"Stay down," Levi’s voice came from the darkness.
He hadn't slept.
He was sitting in his desk chair, which he had pulled up right next to your bed.
His cravat was still gone, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and his eyes were rimmed with red. In his hand was a damp cloth, which he used to methodically wipe a smudge of dried blood from your knuckles.
"Levi, I'm fine," you murmured, your voice thick with sleep. "I need to go to the morning briefing. Smith will be expecting-"
"Erwin knows you’re occupied," Levi interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. "And you aren't 'fine.' You have three cracked ribs and a concussion.
You aren't leaving this room unless I’m carrying you."
Throughout the morning, he was a silent, hovering presence.
When you tried to sit up to reach for a glass of water, he was there before your fingers could even graze the cup.
When you tried to swing your legs over the side of the bed to use the washroom, he stood up immediately, offering his shoulder for support without a word.
It wasn't just physical care; it was a territorial obsession.
Around noon, there was a knock at the door. It was Hanji, their voice uncharacteristically soft. "Levi? I have the medical report for-"
"Leave it at the door," Levi snapped, not even turning his head.
"But I need to check the bandages-"
"I did them myself," he growled. "Go away, Hange."
You watched him as he returned to his desk, but he didn't actually do any work. He just kept shifting his chair so he could maintain a direct line of sight to you.
Every time you winced or shifted your weight, his entire body tensed, his hand twitching toward his blades as if he could fight off the very concept of pain.
Finding a Middle Ground
"You're suffocating me a little," you said softly, breaking the heavy silence.
Levi paused, a stack of papers in his hand. He looked at you, and for a second, that raw, vulnerable flicker from the night before returned to his eyes.
He set the papers down and walked over, sitting on the edge of the cot.
"I know," he rasped, his voice dropping.
He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw with a tenderness that felt almost holy.
"But every time I close my eyes, I see that titan's hand closing around you. I hear the sound of the building collapsing."
He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours.
His breath was warm, smelling of the bitter tea he’d been drinking to stay awake.
"I'll stop hovering when I'm sure you aren't going to vanish the moment I look away," he whispered.
that soft sigh he has when he first stretches the morning. when you wrap around his waist from behind and can hear a small hum vibrating in his throat. the content cooing in your ear when he finally gets to lie down in your soft embrace after a long day of mundane meetings and paperwork.
how he whimpers when you gently graze his bare skin. a barely contained moan when you go to unbutton his collar. the low breath he lets out when your kisses start descending from his jaw. when he’s open mouthed and panting as you touch him in ways no one ever has before.
Levi curls around you in the dark. The flat planes of his chest and stomach press against your back, and you can feel his muscles tense and relax as he breathes deeply. His bangs prick the back of your neck but you resist the urge to shift away. One arm is draped over your waist, his hand resting along the curve of your hip. Your skin grows warm with his body heat, the sticky intimacy of a summer night.
Levi’s good leg hooks over yours, anchoring him even more to your body. As his sleep deepens his lips part just slightly. For a moment you can see him as a child, the too-brief time where he might have slept fearlessly. Now you softly twine your fingers with his, pulling his embrace tighter.
A sudden murmur washes against your ear but it’s just an incoherent sigh of sleep, a snatch of dream. Levi tucks his face against you, his steadying breaths falling damp and heavy on your cheek. You still don’t push him away- you don’t think anything could make you. Even if he slept until noon, the sun turning your bedsheets into baking sheets, you’d happily melt beside him.
After the war, Levi will quietly make it his mission to take care of you and your baby, as much as possible. He'll make sure you never have to push yourself more than you already did. In his eyes, carrying and birthing your child will be more than enough. The rest? He'll take care of it.
Diaper changes? He'll handle them with sharp precision, like second nature. Feeding? He'll take every shift—midnight bottles, spoonfuls of breads, wiping tiny mouths and drooly cheeks with practiced care. Bath time? He'll prepare the perfect water, check the temperature three times, and wash your baby's skin like it's made of glass. Sleep routine? He'll rock the baby to sleep every night while sitting in his wheelchair, humming in that low, steady voice until their breathing softens and their fists unclench.
And maybe that's why your baby will end up being more attached to him. Levi's wheelchair will become their favorite "toy". They'll love climbing into his lap and squealing as he roams around the house with them. They'll clap, giggle, and squeal in delight, and it'll make him smile more than he ever has in his entire life.
He'll be strict, quiet, and awkward—but he'll love fiercely. And everything he does will be for you, and the child you created together.
how bitter it must be, to love someone who belongs to the world first.
Levi exhales sharply, his grip on you tightening like he’s trying to hold you together with nothing but the force of his hands. His expression is unreadable, but his eyes—they betray him. Dark, stormy, filled with something raw and aching.
“You think I don’t want to come back?” His voice is low, hoarse, barely above a whisper. “You think I don’t wish I could promise you that?”
You look away, unable to bear the weight of his gaze. “But you can’t,” you murmur, voice cracking. “No one can.”
He clenches his jaw. “Then why does it have to be you?” His voice is rough now, almost desperate. “Why do you have to be another name carved into a stone, another ghost that never got the chance to live?”
You laugh softly, a bitter sound. “Because there’s nothing for me here, Levi.” You lift your gaze, searching his, your own filled with tears. “Because no one stays. Because even you—” your breath shudders “—even you belong to humanity first.”
Levi flinches like you’ve struck him. His lips part, but nothing comes out. He looks lost for a moment, like he’s fighting something inside himself, something he can’t name.
And then, something breaks.
His hands come up to your face, calloused fingers trembling as they cradle you, thumbs brushing away the tears you didn’t realize were still falling. His touch is hesitant, reverent, desperate.
“I don’t have the right words,” he admits, voice barely above a breath. “I don’t know how to promise you forever. I don’t know how to give you what you want.” His forehead presses against yours, his breath uneven. “But I need you to live.”
You swallow, throat tight. “Why?”
His eyes bore into yours, something shattered and yearning flickering in their depths.
“Because you’re the one thing I want to come back to.”
Your heart seizes.
Levi exhales shakily, and for the first time, you see it—fear. Not of titans, not of war, not of death. But of this. Of you. Of losing something he never let himself want.
“Stay,” he murmurs, and it is not an order. Not a demand. Not a plea wrapped in steel.
It is just him. Levi.
Raw. Open.
And utterly, devastatingly human.
Levi doesn’t move. Neither do you. The world around you—the cold air, the distant flicker of candlelight in the barracks, the muffled sounds of life beyond this room—feels impossibly far away. Like it belongs to another time, another reality. Not this one. Not here, where the space between you is no longer measured in inches but in the slow, unsteady rhythm of your breaths.
His hands are still on your face, his thumbs tracing absentminded patterns against your skin, like he’s memorizing the way you feel under his touch. Like he’s afraid you’ll slip away the moment he lets go. His forehead is still resting against yours, and you can feel the uneven warmth of his breath ghosting over your lips—too close, too much, not enough.
“Say it again,” you whisper, not even sure why you ask.
Levi exhales shakily. “Stay.”
Your hands tremble as they rise, hesitant, unsure, until your fingers brush against the edges of his cravat. Your touch is barely there, but the way he stiffens, the way his breath catches—it’s like you’ve set something ablaze inside him.
“I don’t know how,” you admit. Your voice is barely more than a breath, the words fragile, like they might break apart the moment they leave your lips. “I don’t know how to stay.”
His fingers slide from your face, trailing down until they reach your wrists, circling them with a touch that is careful and deliberate, as if anchoring you to him.
“You don’t have to know,” he murmurs. His lips brush against your forehead, the touch so fleeting you almost convince yourself it never happened. “You just have to try.”
Try.
You close your eyes, breathing in the scent of him—faint tea leaves, worn leather, the sharp, clean scent of soap. A scent that has become familiar, steady, safe.
“You’re all I have left,” you whisper, the admission slipping past your lips before you can stop it.
Levi flinches, just slightly, but his grip on your wrists tightens. “You’re not losing me,” he says, and there is something fierce, unwavering in the way he says it.
Your heart clenches, something inside you cracking at the weight of his words, at the depth of his resolve. He’s not making empty promises. He’s not saying the things you want to hear just to keep you from running.
He means it.
And that terrifies you more than anything.
Because what if he’s wrong?
What if you lose him anyway?
Your throat tightens. You can feel the sting of fresh tears threatening to spill, but Levi sees them before they fall. His expression softens, just enough to let the cracks in his own walls show. And then, slowly, carefully, he lifts one of your hands, pressing it against his chest, right over his heart.
The steady thump-thump beneath your palm is grounding. Real.
“I’m right here,” he murmurs, his voice rough with something he doesn’t have the words for.
Something between a promise and a plea.
You inhale shakily, pressing your palm against him just a little harder, like you’re afraid his heart might stop beating if you let go.
And then, Levi moves.
Slowly, deliberately, he leans in—closer, closer—until the space between you vanishes entirely. His lips brush against yours, just barely, not quite a kiss, not quite anything at all. Just there, lingering, uncertain, waiting.
A silent question.
Your answer comes in the way your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, in the way you tilt your chin up ever so slightly, in the way your breath hitches but you don’t pull away.
And then, finally, his lips press fully against yours.
It’s not urgent. Not desperate. Not the kind of kiss stolen in the heat of battle, with fear clinging to every breath.
It is something far more fragile.
Far more dangerous.
It is slow, hesitant, filled with all the things neither of you have ever been allowed to say out loud.
You feel the way he lingers, the way he takes his time, as if memorizing the shape of your lips against his. As if he’s trying to make this moment last forever. As if he’s afraid that the second he pulls away, you’ll slip through his fingers like sand.
And you—
You kiss him like he’s the only thing tethering you to this world. Like you’re still terrified, but for the first time, there is something in this life worth fearing for.
By the time you break apart, you’re both breathless, your foreheads resting together once more, your hands still clinging to each other like a lifeline.
Levi is the first to speak, his voice barely above a whisper.
Levi comes up beside you, hand sliding over your waist to rest on your hip and hold you close.
"I don't know how to approach this so I'm going to break it down." there’s a hint of apprehension in his voice.
"Uhh, okay?" you're confused and look up at him to give him a look.
"You know I respect you right? and that I know you're not an object?" he waits for your answer.
A huffed laugh leaves you, "Yes? why, where are you going with this?'
"So thats been established. I don't see you as an object to possess or own?” another pause for your acknowledgment. " I just want to make that clear because I don't want to say anything that's gonna make you think that I own you or-
"Levi, what are you talking about?'
"There's a guy over there," he nods his chin in the direction of said man. "Who has been staring at you all night and I really don't like it and I wanted to talk to you about it but I didn't want you thinking I was being possessive. I just don't like the way he is looking at you, like he wants to own you or something but you belong to - wait never-mind, I just don't like it."
"Levi?"
"Yes, love?"
"Do you belong to me?"
He pauses for a moment to really think about how to answer you. "Yes, I think I belong to you."
"And do you think I belong to you?'
"Well, I like to, I hope you do."
"Then I do."
"But you know its not in a toxic way, I'm not being controlling.”
"Yes, baby I know, but for all intents and purposes, you belong to me and I belong to you.”
