#snk levi

[twofacedtitan]

The Road but make it Kuchel and Levi.

[loverowl]

give up on your dream and die.

i’m rewatching aot rn and i’m almost finished 💔. return to shiganshina is the best arc ever written and eruri is canon goodnight.

[4ckrmn]

Can you please write wife reader telling Levi that she’s pregnant with their first child during the 4 years inbetween season 3 and 4 (if you get what I mean😭🙏) ❤️ x

── .✦ three weeks late

after keeping the secret for three weeks, you finally tell levi you’re expecting your first child. fearing his reaction, you hide it until he responds with nothing but love, worry, and a promise to protect you both. for once, levi allows himself to dream of a future beyond survival.

[ 𓏵 ] --- levi ackerman x f!reader ˖ ࣪ ꉂ🗯˙ ‹— tags | canonverse • married couple • established relationship • pregnancy • soft & protective levi • fluff & tiny tad of angst • soft & quiet moments • levi going to be a dad

⧽ word count: 733

┈ [ 💌 ] this is actually my first time writing dad!levi, so i was a little nervous while writing this one. i really hope i portrayed him in a way that lived up to how you imagined he’d react 🥹

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the candle on the bedside table had burned low, throwing soft gold across the small room they shared in the survey corps housing. outside, the night was quiet in a way it almost never used to be. four years of relative peace had made silence feel almost suspicious.

you sat on the edge of the bed, fingers twisted in the hem of your nightshirt, heart hammering so hard you were sure your husband could hear it from across the room. levi was still half dressed from the evening’s paperwork, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, dark hair slightly mussed. he’d been quiet all day—quieter than usual—which only made the words stuck in your throat heavier.

he glanced up from where he was folding his cravat with precise, unnecessary care. those sharp gray eyes found yours immediately.

“you’ve been staring at the floor for ten minutes,” he said, voice low and even. “spit it out.”

you let out a shaky breath that was almost a laugh. “that obvious?”

he didn’t answer. just waited, arms crossing loosely over his chest.

you stood, crossed the few steps between you, and took his hands. his palms were warm, calloused, always carefully clean. the plain silver band on his left ring finger caught the candlelight for a second. you looked down at your matching one, then back up.

“i’m pregnant.”

the words came out softer than you’d planned.

levi went completely still.

for a long moment the only sound was the faint crackle of the candle. his fingers tightened around yours—just once, briefly—before he seemed to remember to breathe. his gaze dropped to your stomach, still flat beneath the thin fabric, then rose again to your face.

“you’re sure?”

you nodded. “i’ve known for a little over three weeks.”

his eyes narrowed slightly. “three weeks.”

you swallowed. “i found out during training. the dizziness, the nausea… i thought it was just heat at first. went to the medic quietly after drills. she confirmed it. i’ve been… careful since then. no high altitude work. no sparring that could risk a fall. i just didn’t tell you.”

levi’s jaw tightened. the silence stretched.

“you hid it from me,” he said, not accusing, but low and flat in that way that meant he was processing something he didn’t like.

“i was scared,” you admitted quietly. “of what you’d say. of what it means. of putting this on you when everything still feels so fragile. i needed a little time to sit with it first… even though we’re married.”

he exhaled slowly through his nose. one hand left yours and came to rest lightly against your abdomen, the touch almost reverent in its restraint. his thumb brushed once, barely there.

“a kid,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “our kid. in this world. and you were out there training with it.”

you covered his hand with both of yours. “i stopped the moment i knew. i swear. i just… wasn’t ready to say it out loud yet. not even to my husband.”

levi’s gaze stayed on your face for a long moment. then the sharp edges in his expression softened, just a fraction.

“you’re not going anywhere near the walls or any expedition while you’re carrying,” he said, the words automatic, protective. “and you’re not doing this alone. whatever this is… we’re in it together. even if you decided to keep it from me for three fucking weeks.”

a small, tired almost smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

you smiled back, eyes stinging. “i know. i’m sorry.”

he pulled you in then, forehead resting against yours, one arm sliding around your waist with careful strength. for a man who rarely wasted movement, the hug lasted a long time. you felt the tension in his shoulders slowly ease as he held you.

when he finally spoke again, his voice was rough at the edges.

“first child.” a small pause. “guess we’d better figure out how not to fuck it up and next time something this important happens… you tell me the same day. no more keeping things like this to yourself.”

you nodded against his collar, voice soft. “i will. i promise.”

levi’s hand stayed over your stomach, warm and steady, as if already standing guard. outside, the night remained quiet. inside the little room they shared as a married couple, something new and terrifying and hopeful had just begun—late by three weeks, but finally shared.

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[quinnywhinnyy]

Early Morning Shenanigans જ⁀➴

My 6th fic lol ⚝

Pairing- levi x reader ʚɞ

Genre- fluff ʚɞ

Modern Au ʚɞ

The first thing Levi registers is the warmth. A familiar, comforting weight pressed against his chest, and a soft, rhythmic puff of breath against his neck. The second thing is the tickle. A constellation of tiny, fleeting kisses being peppered across his jaw, his cheek, the corner of his mouth.

He cracked one eye open. The morning light was a pale, milky gray, filtering through the curtains. He could just make out the top of your head, your hair a chaotic mess against his shoulder.

"Mm," he grumbled, his voice a low rasp of sleep. "You're up."

"Mmhmm," you hummed against his skin, your lips brushing his stubbled chin. You pressed another kiss there, then one on his nose. "Good morning."

"It's too early for this," he muttered, but his hand, of its own accord, came up to rest on the small of your back.

"It's never too early for this," you whispered, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. You proceeded to trail a line of kisses down to his collarbone, then back up, each one deliberate and slow.

Levi let out a huff of a breath. It wasn't annoyance. It was a sound of defeat. "We have to get up. We're going to be late."

"We're not going to be late if we just... don't go," you mumbled against his throat, your lips brushing his pulse point.

"Get up," he said, his tone firmer this time, but his hand on your back tightened almost imperceptibly. "If we're both late, there will be rumors. You know how people are. They'll think we were..."

"Weren't we?" you interrupted, lifting your head to look at him with wide, innocent eyes. You propped yourself up on an elbow, your hair falling around your face like a curtain. "I mean, it's not a rumor if it's true, is it?"

Levi gave you a flat, unimpressed look. "We are not having this conversation at six forty-five in the morning."

"What's wrong with six forty-five?" you asked, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead, then his left eyelid. "It's a perfectly respectable time to be... affectionate."

"It's a perfectly respectable time to be getting ready for work," he countered, but he didn't push you away. Instead, he let out another soft sigh, his eyes fluttering closed as you kissed the tip of his nose.

"You know," you murmured, your voice taking on a wheedling, persuasive tone, "I heard it's supposed to rain later. We'll get wet and dirty. It's just going to be miserable."

"We'd be fighting our boss's temper," Levi corrected dryly.

"I'm a very good fighter," you said, completely unbothered, and kissed his cheek again. "And you're very warm. And I'm very comfortable. It's perfect. Nothing happens if we're just a little late. The world won't end. My emails will be there tomorrow. Your reports will still be there." You gave him a sweet, pleading smile. "Please?"

Levi stared at you for a long moment, his grey eyes searching yours. He looked like he was doing complex math in his head, weighing the pros and cons. You saw the exact moment his resolve crumbled, just a little. He let out a long, weary sigh that was the sound of total surrender.

"Fine," he said, the word sounding pained. "Ten more minutes."

"Ten!" You cheered, and immediately burrowed back into his chest, peppering his face with a frantic, happy series of kisses. "You're the best. The absolute best."

"I know," he said, and you could feel the rumble of his voice in his chest. "Now be quiet. And stop moving."

Two hours (and a lot of ten-minute increments) later, you were both finally out of bed. You sat at the kitchen counter, watching Levi move around the kitchen with practiced efficiency. He was making omelets, the scent of butter and eggs filling the small, sunlit space. You'd offered to help, but he'd just given you a look that said you'd only get in the way, so you'd taken a seat and enjoyed the show.

He slid a plate in front of you, the omelet perfectly golden, a sprinkle of fresh chives on top. You took a bite and let out a small, happy sigh.

"I love you," you said, mouth full.

"Eat," he said, sitting opposite you with his own plate. He was already multitasking, eating and checking his phone, his brow furrowed in concentration. A second later, he sighed. "My team's already sending emails. It's fine."

You watched him for a moment, a mischievous glint in your eye. You stabbed a piece of tomato with your fork and held it up. "Here. Open up."

He gave you a flat look. "I'm not a child."

"It's a peace offering for keeping you in bed," you said, wiggling the fork.

He held your gaze for a moment, then sighed again, his shoulders dropping. He leaned forward and took the tomato from your fork, chewing methodically. You beamed at him.

"You know," you said, leaning forward, "we could just... call in. Say we're both sick. It's the perfect excuse."

Levi didn't even look up from his plate. "I would absolutely not do that."

"Oh, come on," you coaxed, stabbing a piece of mushroom. "What's a little white lie between colleagues? We have a good excuse..."

"We have a meeting at ten," he interrupted, his tone final.

"We have a meeting at ten," you mimicked in a deep, grumbly voice, then sighed dramatically. "Fine. But I'm not happy about it."

You both finished eating. You collected the plates and rinsed them, while Levi went to the living room to gather his things. You followed him, leaning against the doorframe to your bedroom. He was shrugging on his button-down shirt, his movements efficient and precise.

You watched him for a moment, then moved forward. "Here, let me."

He stopped and gave you a look, but didn't protest. You stepped in close, the familiar scent of his cologne, clean, crisp, a hint of cedar, washing over you. You started with the bottom button, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his undershirt. You worked your way up, your touch lingering a little longer than necessary on each button.

He stood perfectly still, his eyes fixed on yours, a silent challenge. When you got to the top, you smoothed your hands over the crisp, white fabric of his collar, flattening it. You then reached up to fix his hair, which was a little tamer than it had been this morning, but still possessed a slight, rebellious wave that he always claimed was 'unprofessional.' You ran your fingers through it, gently pushing a stray strand back into place.

"There," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "All set."

He didn't move. His grey eyes were dark, unreadable. "You messed it up in the first place."

"I did," you admitted, a slow smile spreading across your face. "I'm a terrible influence."

"You're a bad influence," he confirmed, his voice low.

You leaned in, your lips brushing his. "You love me."

He didn't say anything for a second. Then, his hand came up to cup the back of your head, tilting it slightly. He kissed you. It wasn't a rushed, hurried peck. It was slow and deliberate, a quiet, solemn promise that spoke louder than any words.

When he pulled back, his thumb traced your cheekbone. "Genuinely against my will," he murmured.

You laughed softly, your heart feeling like it was about to burst. You leaned your forehead against his, just breathing for a moment.

Then you pulled away with a dramatic groan, pressing a hand to your temple. "Ugh. Actually, Levi... I'm so tired. I feel... kind of weird."

He frowned, his hand dropping to your wrist, checking your pulse with practiced ease. "Weird how?"

You let out a shaky sigh, slumping against him. "Just... dizzy. And my throat's a little scratchy. I think I might be coming down with something. I don't think I can make it in today."

He studied your face, his gaze sharp and calculating. You held his stare, trying to look as pitiful as possible. After a tense moment, his expression softened, just a fraction.

"You're faking," he said flatly.

"I'm not," you insisted, but the slight smirk tugging at your lips betrayed you.

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "You're impossible."

"And you're the director," you said, batting your eyelashes. "You can handle one day without me. Besides, if I'm not there, no one's going to gossip about us being late together. I'll just tell them I'm sick."

He stared at you for a long, silent moment. Then, to your surprise, he let out a low chuckle, rare, and so soft you almost missed it.

"Fine," he said, grabbing his wallet and keys. "Stay. Rest. Don't burn the place down. I'll deal with the team."

"Really?" you perked up instantly, all traces of sickness gone.

"Really," he said, giving you one last look. "But if I get a single passive-aggressive email from upper management about your absence, I'm blaming you."

He rolled his eyes, fond and exasperated, and walked out the door. The lock clicked behind him.

You stood there in the quiet apartment, the ghost of his kiss still on your lips. You smiled to yourself, already planning how to be a 'bad influence' all over again when he got home, but for now, you were going back to bed.

Requests are open btw ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

[quinnywhinnyy]

She’sss Soo cuteee and Levi’s soo smoll smoll

I love the found family plot so muchhh 😭

[luma-limon]

So... which one should i finish first?

Levi

Vergil

Voting ended onJul 26

[neighforjean]

One headcanon a day until I run out of ideas.

The worst “swear word” you could ever say around Levi is “glitter”, because it’s so messy, extremely hard to clean, and Levi cannot stand it. It makes him angry just to think about glitter. If you ever want to ruin his day and get on his bad side, glitter is your best friend.

[loveli-li]

i think i’ve accepted the ending

it only took about 9 depressing edits, 40 minutes of sobbing, and 4 levi edits