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Levi mumbling as he’s getting ready for work and you notice he’s irritated and angry for some reason so you walk over to him and tie his cravat for him then fix up his collar and give him a little kiss on his cheek. He says nothing but he starts blushing. His anger and irritation seems to be gone.

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It's all for you, everything I do

pairings: Levi Ackerman x reader

genre: fluff

summary: Inspired by the sweetest post by @humanitys-strongest-bamf (can be read [here])!

You and Levi spend some well-needed downtime together, sharing each other's company and relaxing with a hot bath.

word count: 1,813

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55328983

You enter the dimly lit room with a small groan, the loud creak of the ageing door alerts the empty room of your arrival. Your muscles do their best to protest as you manoeuvre your weary body towards the bed. You had pushed yourself too far, yet again, feeling the burn that only an extended ODM session could provide. Training in such cold weather isn’t ideal, the bitter air had caused your skin to sting more and more with each passing minute spent flying around in the forest, leading up to your reluctant retreat back to your room.

You're sure you will regret it in the morning, as you will no doubt find yourself achingly curled around a lukewarm bowl of porridge, a common occurrence for you. But for tonight, you don't care as you flop onto the firm mattress, letting your body sink into the soft blankets decorating the bed. You groan as you wiggle into a more comfortable position on your back, one arm thrown over your face while a single leg hangs off the edge of the bed.

Just as you are about to drift off into a peaceful slumber, eyelids heavy with exertion, the door to the small bathroom is thrown open. The unexpected sound causes you to jump and you slowly lift your gaze to the figure watching you from the doorway.

There's only one person who has unrestricted access to your private quarters, having taken to spending more time there than in his room. You remember his gruff voice as he attempted to explain himself the day you called him out on it: “Don’t let it get to your head, people are less likely to hunt me down here to deal with their bullshit.”

You snap yourself out of the memory and glance up at him. Levi's figure is bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, bleeding around him and breaking into the dark room surrounding you. You cannot catch his expression, his body is consumed by the shadows hiding from the light, yet his posture is relaxed. A halo of light hovers over him, ripples of water reflecting on the ceiling above, dancing in the amber haze of the room. Looking closer at his hidden form, you can spot the bare skin of his forearms, his sleeves having been rolled up before your appearance.

He lets out a small breath, close enough to a chuckle, before making his way to the bed. You smile up at him, now looming over your relaxed form.

“Hey there.” You break the silence, voice low to not disrupt the soft moment weaving around the two of you.

“Hey,” his reply is equally soft and he bends down to gently prod at your forehead, earning him a lighthearted scoff. “If your muscles haven’t turned to stone yet, get up. I’ve prepared a bath, don’t let it get cold.” 

“You ran a bath for me?” You murmur in disbelief and awe. Part of you shouldn’t be too surprised, Levi usually prefers to show his affection through actions, yet the domestic act causes your heart to swell. You begin to sit up, moving to lean on an elbow, still comfortable on the bed and giving no signs of relocating any time soon.

“Did you train so much that it caused you to lose your hearing?” 

He grows impatient at your lack of movement and before you know it, his strong hand is gripped around your ankle, giving you a warning tug. You meet his amused stare with your own, without a single word, you then make a show of flopping back down onto the bed. Your laughter almost drowns out his groan, and before you know it, he begins to move away from the bed without releasing you.

“Hey!...hey, hey, hey…!” Your weak protests, mixed with shocked giggles, are interrupted by a small crash and you let out a yelp as your body collides with the wooden floor. Levi stands over you with his arms crossed over his chest, looking a little too proud of himself.

“That was mean.” You state plainly, watching as his eyes flick up to the ceiling before falling back onto you. 

“You would only complain if you ended up having a cold bath.” He shrugs before crouching down and wrapping his arm under your legs, easily cradling you to his chest as he stands. 

With no retort ready to toss at him, you simply snuggle closer to his chest instead, letting him carry you towards the bathroom. A wave of heat hits you once he crosses the threshold and you watch the steam rise from the tub, twisting in the air before fading away.

A few candles are dotted around the room, the wax dripping down and onto the small plates below while the condensation does its best to cling onto its waxy stick. The rest of the room is covered in a light sheen of mist, growing foggy with the heat infiltrating the air. You are speechless at the effort he has gone to just to get you to relax.

He bends to let you stand on your own, silently turning around to gather the soaps while giving you enough privacy to undress. You make quick work of your uniform, leaving it in a messy pile in the corner of the room, something you know he will complain about later once the domestic bliss has faded and the reality of the world kicks back in. But for now, you embrace the tender atmosphere and slowly sink into the hot water, a small groan slipping past your lips as your aching muscles slowly begin to relax.

The water comes up to your shoulders, gently lapping over your skin with each movement. Once he knows you are settled, Levi finally turns around and places the collection of soaps along the edge of the pristine tub. Before he gets the chance to move away, your hand darts out of the bubbly water and latches onto his exposed forearm.

“What is it?” He raises an eyebrow, his head tilted in confusion at your sudden movement.

“Join me?” Your voice is tender while you gaze up at him longingly, “It’s been a while since we got to spend time together. And no, doing paperwork together in silence isn’t the same thing.”

He stays rooted on the spot for a moment and you almost begin to worry that he will reject the offer, but he is quick to begin unbuttoning his shirt. You look away with a small grin, extending the same courtesy to him while you shuffle forward in the tub.

You entertain yourself with the bubbles floating atop the water, collecting some within your palms and gently blowing on them. You watch the small collection of suds float through the air before rejoining the fizzing pile below. You can hear the small rustling of fabric to your side, Levi is no doubt making sure each piece is folded and stored where they can’t get damp. Once he’s finished, content that not a single crease will dare to find its way onto his clothing, he carefully slides behind you into the warm water.

He gets himself settled, his legs resting on either side of yours as he pulls you closer to lean against his firm chest. His hands find yours as he laces your fingers together, softly resting your intertwined hands against your stomach while you allow your head to rest against his shoulder. Moments pass without a sound while the two of you allow yourselves to have a moment of peace together, the consistent slosh of water breaking the silence as you wiggle to get more comfortable. 

He gently rubs small circles onto the slowly pruning flesh of your hands while he places gentle kisses against your shoulder, the action bringing a small laugh from your lips as his nose passes along a rather ticklish spot. You give him a small warning splash, earning yourself a soft poke in the side in response.

“Thank you for this, Levi.” 

“What? For the poke?” An incredulous tone colours his voice and you resist the urge to roll your eyes, knowing he would most likely sense the action even if he can’t see it.

“No, not for the damn poke. For setting all this up.”

He holds onto you tighter, his legs crossing over yours to cling with every limb possible. You free one of your hands from his grip and raise it to run your fingers through his hair, the black strands feeling like pure silk. Even with his face hidden from you, you can feel his soft smile against your shoulder.

“It doesn’t take much effort to run a bath, but it is nice to spend some more time together.” You give him a small hum in agreement, idly playing with his fingers while he watches with fond amusement as you poke and bend the individual digits.

“Yeah, it’s nice to try and act normal every now and then as well.” You can feel the gentle shake of his chest, the silent laughter reserved for you and you alone. 

“Oi, are you trying to say I’m not normal?” Levi tries his best to let the usual aloofness show through his voice, yet his humour remains.

“Oh, I’m sorry ‘Mr. I could kill a titan with my glare’. Are you trying to argue that any aspect of our lives happens to be normal?” You try to turn to give him a disapproving look, yet his arms keep you held firmly in place.

“That’s an exaggeration and you know it. My glare isn’t that bad.” Before you can interrupt him to remind him of the time his glare caused a fresh cadet to burst into tears, he continues, “Now hush, stop ruining the moment and relax for once, will you?”

You gently knock your ankle against his, grinning in victory before feeling his retaliation. He lets out a small swear as a wave of water is released over the side of the tub and onto the tiles below, covering the floor in a soapy current. You silently mourn your dry clothes, which are now proceeding to soak up the rogue water. With a small sigh, you shift so that you can rest your head against his chest, hearing the gentle beating of his heart. His free hand comes to rest atop your head, tenderly stroking his fingers through your hair and absentmindedly playing with the ends of each strand.

The still warm water tickles your flesh with each slow ebb and flow of its man-made waves, the gentle thump of his heart allows the exhaustion you had been trying to hold off to overtake you once more. You let your eyes flutter shut, the knowledge that would be safe to doze off within Levi’s warm embrace follows you as sleep finally takes you.

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[#BadBoyWeek / Day 2] "A Samurai & his horse" 💚✨

Inspired by the “Blood Moon” lunar eclipse ~

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postwar!levi x reader

You're preparing for the event, which requires formal clothes.

You're watching how Levi is trying to fix his white ascot. He's been fighting with that piece of fabric for a few minutes now, still not satisfied with the result. You can almost sense his frustration in the air. You always can. And you also know that he won't ask you for help. His pride will never allow him.

You're getting up from the chair and coming closer. You look at his mirror image, your eyes meet, and you smile a little before speaking:

“Let me help you.”

Levi doesn't say a word, but he turns to you, giving you a free hand. You focus on the task, and slowly take care of this, everything must be perfect, the way he likes it.

You feel his eyes on you, focused the same way on your beauty as you're on the ascot. You're almost blushing; even after all this time, his gaze makes you feel weak on your knees.

When you've done, you look at him, putting your hand on his cheek and tracing his scars with your thumb.

“You look really handsome,” you whisper.

“Tch...” You know Levi resists the urge to roll his eyes.

“I mean it!” You assure him, and to confirm it, you give him a sweet kiss. You feel how he relaxes at the touch of your lips.

And when you pull away, you see he's even more handsome than before. His skin gains some color, and he has happy sparkles in the eyes.

“We should go,” he says. “We can't be late.”

You nod. Levi takes the cane in one hand, and he gives you the free arm. You grab it, and both of you leave the room, looking like the most beautiful couple in the world.

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levi scar hc 😋

I like to think that each of Levi's scars is from protecting someone he cares about.

He's a very careful person, especially in combat. There's a certain precision when he's fighting. It's what keeps him alive. Ackermann instincts and all.

But when he's fighting because of someone he cares for? One of his kids? His friends? Comrades? If Levi is fighting to protect, there's a different sense of urgency. He has a reason to fight asides from keeping himself alive.

It's something akin to panic he feels when it's someone he loves who's life is at risk. The panic causes him to be more reckless, more in a rush. This urgency makes him suseptible to injury.

So, each and every scar on his body has a story. It's in Levi's nature to protect, and it's shown by each of his stories.

He likely has an incredibly faded scar from a past attempt to protect his mother from an unpleasant client when he was a kid. A scar for each person on his squad, new and old. Probably even from his fellow veterans, too. Not to forget his broken ankle for Mikasa, or the injuries he sustained from Zeke for... Virtually everyone, really.

So whenever a comrade is lost, he has a part of them on his body. A story, a reminder of what once was. It'll help Levi ensure that he'll never forget any of those who were dear to him. Not only are they in his hearts, but embedded into his skin for forever as well

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I'm betting only like two of them can actually cook

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Wake up y’all. New Levi figure just dropped & it looks SICK.

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LEVI’S EYES AREN’T SOLID GREY THEY’RE A SPECIAL SOFT DEEPLY RESERVED BLUE LIKE A SHADOW OVER A BEAUTIFUL LAKE, THE CLEAN SKY AT DAWN I TELL YOU!!

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No, I will not shut up about this picture.

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Levi being the type of petty to make bad tea for a costumer if they flirt with his wife.

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Don't know if you were gonna do this or not but it would be so genuinely sweet for levi to ask reader to send him that one picture of them in vegas since you mentioned at some point he wished it was on his phone 🥺

eep i didn't really have any plans to but i can do a little snippet for it :) lets just consider this a moment that happened on the second night reader stayed at his house hehe

Despite how early Levi knows he has to get up, he wants to hold onto this moment for a little longer. 

His arm propped around your shoulders, squeezing it absentmindedly. You're curled up into his chest, showing a plethora of animal videos on social media--it's not even intentional, you just keep scrolling. And somehow, he can't stop watching.

Your giggles ring so cutely in his ears anytime something funny plays. And though you can't see it, he's smiling into the top of your head. He wonders if his chest shakes too much from his stifled chuckles.

At one point, you accidentally tap on something that leads to your homescreen popping up--and that's when he spots a smaller version of that one photo with you and him in Vegas.

"You put that on your homescreen?" He asks, tapping on your phone.

"Oh--it's just a widget that displays your pictures." You mumble with a tad of sheepishness.

"And you kept that photo in them?"

"Well… I mean--yeah. I like it."

Levi hums as he readjusts under your head. He swallows, doing his best not to completely stiffen up and possibly panic at the next thing he utters. "Send it to me."

The smile in your voice is obvious. "You want me to send it to you?"

"That's what I said, isn't it?"

"You're a little too giddy about this. I only asked since I need a contact picture for you anyway."

He doesn't mean to sound defensive, but you come off too excited about his question!

You giggle once more, your toes wiggle under the sheets as you fly straight to your pictures and drop it in a text message to him. His phone vibrates on the nightstand.

"Oh, sure. Of cooooourse, Levi."

"I'm not appreciating the sarcasm," he huffs, pinching your arm. You whine, turning briefly to pout at him.

"It's okay if you want the picture--wait. I need one for you too! Let me take one right now."

"Absolutely not. Just use that one."

"But it's old now! I need a recent picture. Your hair has grown longer."

"Hardly."

You blow a raspberry, opening up your camera. He grumbles at the unflattering angle, hovering a hand over his face. You swat at his hand, holding the phone higher.

"Don't be a brat, let me take a picture!"

"Oh so I'm a brat now? Oi--quit it!"

"Levi!!"

He calls your name with equal conviction when your phone rises out of his reach. You snap as many pictures as you can before Levi's strength wins over in yanking your arm back down as he rolls out from under you. He hovers on top, straddling you and snatching your phone from your hand.

Unfortunately, you managed to lock your phone before he nabbed it. He shoves the screen in your face, shifting so that his weight isn't fully on you.

"Unlock it."

"No," you smile, breathless.

He exhales loudly through his nose as his eyes narrow. "Alright. You won't be able to use it for a while, then."

Levi immediately starts pressing random numbers on your lockscreen. When you realize his objective, you cave, yelling out the passcode for access.

"No fun," you say, defeated. He immediately gets to work deleting them, and you sigh while curling back up on him. There's surprisingly a lot of photos, granted most of them are blurry, and he's not completely in frame. His thumb hovers over the last picture, contemplating.

"You can keep this one," he mumbles as your chin props on his shoulder. You light up instantly, yanking the phone back out of his grasp as you set it to his contact picture.

You murmur a giddy "thanks", he resists the urge to kiss your temple.

At least he got the picture.

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imagining levi comforting you in the early morning after you’ve woken up from a bad dream. where his eyes barely manage to open but his arm automatically drags over your waist as he mumbles “what’s wrong?” in that riddled with sleep tone he carries. 

“bad dream,” you murmur against the pillow, allowing him to pull you into his chest with a soft sigh of relief. it’s comfortable there, warm, and safe. 

“it’s alright,” Levi says as he lazily kisses the top of your head, “nothing’s gonna hurt you.” 

another tender kiss at the peak of your forehead, and you find the remnants of that terrible dream whisking away and forgotten. he’s really good at that, making you feel invincible when you’re plagued with worry. he does it so effortlessly, and whenever you’ve told him how easy he makes things he merely dismisses it. it may not even be out of modesty but rather, he truly doesn’t believe how comforting he can be. 

even so, it’s moments like this that you hold proof to his subtly sweet nature. he might not see it himself, but you feel it all of the time.

“close your eyes now,” Levi mumbles into your hair. “back to sleep. still early.” his fingers skate over the length of your arm to cradle you back into better dreams. he’ll soon follow after, when he’s made sure you’re at peace.

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grumbly cuddly needy levi that's all

Levi hates vocalizing the things that he wants. It's annoying, and it feels awkward to voice something like "hey, I want cuddles" despite the fact that you do it all the time. Instead, he'll inadvertently pout and huff until you give him the attention he craves, giving you long stares that could be mistaken for glares if you didn't know any better.

But you're well aware of what his sulking insinuates. The real problem is that you get a kick out of trying to get him to admit it. To his annoyance, it works about seventy percent of the time.

"Hey," he calls out to you from the other side of the sofa. You're so absorbed in the nature documentary playing on the TV that it takes him three attempts before he can grab any ounce of your attention.

By the third "hey", Levi's tone is lowered to a mere grumble as he nudges your thigh with his foot. You jump, pulled away from the screen with widened eyes. "Can I help you?"

His brows scrunch more than usual, silently nudging your thigh again. Your head tilts in mock confusion, and the smile on your lips gives away your thoughts.

"I'm not gonna say it this time."

"I guess I'm not gonna come over there then."

Levi huffs, wearing a pout disguised as a frown. "Do you have to make things so difficult all the time? You already know what I want."

"It's cuter when you say it."

"Nevermind. You're annoying," he quips.

"Kay, stay lonely in your little corner then," you singsong.

An entire thirty seconds pass before there's an obnoxiously loud sigh. You look over to find Levi sprawling an arm across the back of the couch as his other hand signals for you to come over.

"You're too far away," he mumbles, eyes glued adamantly to the screen ahead. "Come closer."

He won't admit how pretty that satisfied smirk on your face looks when you crawl over. Or how warm you feel when you perfectly fit in the space under his arm, curling halfway into his chest as your legs slung over his thigh.

"Was that so hard?" You ask, the words vibrating on his pec as a deep sigh of relief swells in him.

"Yes," he responds stubbornly. You pinch his cheek, and he finds himself leaning into the touch just before he kisses your fingers. You giggle softly, swinging your legs just a bit. How annoying, he thinks as he leaves a small kiss on the top of your head too.

He loves it though.

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I keep seeing people making fun of using growled, hissed, roared, snarled etc in writing and it’s like.

have you never heard someone speak with the gravel in their voice when they get angry? Because that’s what a growl is.

Have you never heard someone sharply whisper something through the thin space of their teeth? Or when your mother sharply told you to stop it in public as a kid when you were acting up/being too loud? Because that’s what a hiss is.

Have you never heard a man get so blackout angry that their voice BOOMS through the house? Because that’s what a roar is.

Have you never seen someone bare their teeth while talking to accentuate their frustration or anger while speaking with a vicious tone? Because that’s what snarling is.

It’s not meant to be a literal animal noise. For the love of god, not every description is literal. I get some people are genuinely confused, but also some of these people are genuinely unimaginative as fuck.

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The crisp, slightly cold air brushes your cheeks as you roll down the passenger window and tilt your head out. You glance up at the blur of streetlights that follow the wind. Your hand bends to the breeze as you poke it out from the window, waving it up and down with a long sigh.

Levi warns you to not stick it out too far and be careful. Your hum of acknowledgement makes him grumble, but he continues speeding down the empty city streets. within a reasonable speed of course, just under the limit on the sign that passes your vision.

He likes going on drives late at night, as he's told you before. Something about coasting down the road in the dead of night with all the windows down feels therapeutic. Sometimes he takes you with him, it's more fun to have you occupying the seat next to him, relaxed and staring out the window like you've never been in a city before. He mutters under his breath how you keep making these cute expressions.

His fingers tap on the steering wheel to the beat of whatever song you decide to blast on the radio, even if it's not the kind he usually listens to. He's happy enough seeing your smile, stealing glances at how you mouth the lyrics to the songs silently.

You close your eyes, folding your arms over the edge of the window and leaning your chin in the crook. Levis hand always finds its way on top of your thigh, crawling over your skin the exact same way as usual. It starts with an adjustment on the center console armrest. His pinky is the first to graze your skin, then his ring finger, middle, index... Then the whole palm.

His hand stays at the top of your thigh for a few moments before he gives a squeeze. You always wonder if he's waiting for a sign of approval for his hand to be there in the first place. Though it's not like you've ever protested it.

You fall asleep like this, with the breeze on your face, drifting through your hair as the window is half rolled up. Accompanied by Levis fingers brushing along your thigh in a rhythm that almost seems to match the beat of a song on the radio.

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The is the most dilf picture of Levi ever, look at his arms. 🤤