#ׅ levi ackerman ﹒🔖 𓆪

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"hey, keep your eyes open. . ." levi's voice trembles, he isn't one to panic but the thought of you bleeding out and dying right in front of him is beyond frightening. "keep talking, talk to me." he applies pressure to your abdomen, watching as the blood seeps through your uniform.

"levi. . ." you look around, dazed, finally your eyes meet his. "yes?" levi leans into you, his expression firm before he sees you slipping into unconsciousness again. "hey. . ." he gives you a gentle shake. he lets a scoff escape his lips, sweat dripping from his forehead into the hot skin of his hands.

"don't die, not yet. there's so much you'll leave behind. . .me, the corps, the life we built together. i need you to stay."

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levi hates being touched, even if it's a guy from a random person or a handshake, he'll decline. it's a complicated thing, he isn't used to things that would be considered "gentle touches".

most of his life levi has just experienced violence and cruelty at the hands of many, those he knew and even strangers. getting beaten within a half inch of your life almost everyday just to get your hands on even the smallest slice of bread is something that doesn't really leave you.

so, levi hates being touched. he can really only correlate being touched to being violet and unruly.

it takes a while for levi to warm up to the idea of you touching him, even if you two are in a relationship. it's not that he doesn't trust you, he's just scared. though he wouldn't admit it outright.

sometimes, people are afraid of the unknown but levi has never been afraid of anything. not in a long time at least. no titan, man or animal has invoked fear into him like this has.

he's not sure where to even start. but when you invite him to take a warm bath with you he agrees, he's not even sure why.

you keep your hands to yourself as to not cross his boundaries. levi can't help but feel conflicted, he wants to touch you, he wants to be like other couples who hold hands and hug each other so close that they seem as if they're one.

"can i wash your back?" the question is polite, innocent. levi agrees, it wouldn't hurt, right? he trusts you, he believes you won't hurt him. you aren't those men, you aren't those strangers.

your touch is everything he dreamt of and more, gentle. a gentle touch. he melts, his body relaxing.

maybe this was the first step you both had to take.

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content warning ﹣ domestic violence﹒alcoholism﹒cheating﹒suggestive﹒200 follower special

"levi ackerman, humanity's strongest. what a…sweet name." your husband, alois spoke lowly in the presence of others. a glass of wine, never too far from his hand as the man you married was a heavy drinker. well, to be more transparent; you were forced into this marriage. the man you wanted to marry was close, yet somehow so far away. your father had always hated levi, his cruel confession chirps in the back of your mind every time you find yourself forgetting how you ended up here. "i sent a letter to your sister, she managed to join the military police-" he breathed only to become breathless once more, living in the underground while aging had gotten him sick; it was a matter of life and death. "she freed herself from this place. she'll come to get you once i'm long gone." he said. "i want you out of here, away from that boy and his-" a cough eruptted from your father's chest, loud and painful with a tender throat.

you couldn't stay to hear another word, you didn't want to leave levi, or furlan, not even isabel though you had no choice in the matter. you dreaded every day since then and when your sister finally came back down to get you she immediately married you off to your now husband; a noble man living in wall sina.

it was far from the life you envisioned, the one you hoped for with levi. instead, you were carted off like some cow meant for breeding—practically sold to some noble snob who got increasingly violent when he became drunk. "i heard he was as strong as an entire brigade." you muttered, watching noblemen and ladies dance underneath the shine of the chandelier. "he's incredible." the admiration never left your voice when you spoke about levi but alois just scoffed. his breath stank of red-wine when he turned to you. "is he paying you to stroke his ego?" he asked, though you knew better than to answer. then he walked off, most likely to the next whore he planned to fuck. boring, he often called you but it didn’t bother you as much as he thought. your body, soul, heart and mind belonged to another as soon as he turned his back you would run off to find levi; it's why you loved these overly extravagant balls so much. when the regiments would join together in a fundraiser, drinking and dancing, gossiping and singing. now, all you had to do was find levi. he wouldn't be hard to find as his dark-raven hair and silver irises always stood out to you. humanity's strongest, truly a sweet name.

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sick!levi who insist that he doesn't need to be taken care of yet struggles doing anything without coughing or sneezing constantly.

sick!levi who doesn't want you touching him, "you'll get all dirty and disgusting". in his words. of course, you don't listen; wanting to provide him with upmost care.

sick!levi who tells you that he loves you constantly despite his occasional sourness, as if he's going to die of a common cold.

sick!levi who's exhausted, tired of all the coughing and sleepless nights. his head feeling like it's bumping up against a wall with no signs of it stopping.

sick!levi who softens up when you tuck him in though, pouring him a cup of tea just to sit beside his bed and talk.

sick!levi who wishes he could give you a hug, maybe it can wait until after his illness passes over.

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random array of levi headcanons

- levi likes the rain, it brings him peace. he hates standing it it though, he'd rather watch it fall from inside.

- levi kinda has a sweet tooth, he didn't have many treats as a kid so when he finally got access to sweet foods he fell in love with them.

- levi prefers cats over dogs.

- when levi was younger and got into fights he usually went days or weeks without medical care. which ended up in him having some long lasting problems.

- levi had trouble reading and writing when he was apart of the Survey Corps, underground was terrible and didn't have many opportunities to get an education. so he taught himself but he still struggled.

- levi loves breakfast foods, he's a sucker for eggs.

- levi takes cold showers.

- levi isn't sure how to deal with children under 13. he knows what it's like to be a rebellious teen but with toddlers or pre-teens; it's a bit complicated.

- levi is a terrible sweet talker, he'd rather use his actions to sway someone than his words.

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tired!levi who's already in bed, waiting patiently for you only for you to never come. his patience wears thin, his eyebrows creasing into his face, leaving him with a nasty scowl.

tired!levi who gets out of bed, searching the house for you. soon, his anger is replaced by worry, he passes by your office his hand lingering over the door knob. he's unsure if he should enter, he doesn't hear anything going on inside anyway.

tired!levi who opens the door anyway, the room lit by a side lamp that you keep on your desk. the room is a mess, making his body tense up. yet, he's more focused on you than your lack of care for your office. you're slumped over your desk, half-asleep.

tired!levi who figures out that you're overworking yourself and gives you a good long lecture about how overworking yourself will make your health plummet.

tired!levi who can't help but melt when he sees the eyebags underneath your eyes and your sunken face, you look horrible.

tired!levi who ushers you to bed, not putting up with any excuses or objections. he lays next to you, his hand grazing over yours in a comforting gesture.

tired!levi who has to watch you fall asleep before he can drift off himself.

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content warning ﹣ domestic violence﹒alcoholism﹒cheating﹒suggestive﹒continuation

"levi ackerman, humanity's strongest. what a…sweet name." your husband, alois spoke lowly in the presence of others. a glass of wine, never too far from his hand as the man you married was a heavy drinker. well, to be more transparent; you were forced into this marriage. the man you wanted to marry was close, yet somehow so far away. your father had always hated levi, his cruel confession chirps in the back of your mind every time you find yourself forgetting how you ended up here. "i sent a letter to your sister, she managed to join the military police-" he breathed only to become breathless once more, living in the underground while aging had gotten him sick; it was a matter of life and death. "she freed herself from this place. she'll come to get you once i'm long gone." he said. "i want you out of here, away from that boy and his-" a cough eruptted from your father's chest, loud and painful with a tender throat.

you couldn't stay to hear another word, you didn't want to leave levi, or furlan, not even isabel though you had no choice in the matter. you dreaded every day since then and when your sister finally came back down to get you she immediately married you off to your now husband; a noble man living in wall sina.

it was far from the life you envisioned, the one you hoped for with levi. instead, you were carted off like some cow meant for breeding—practically sold to some noble snob who got increasingly violent when he became drunk. "i heard he was as strong as an entire brigade." you muttered, watching noblemen and ladies dance underneath the shine of the chandelier. "he's incredible." the admiration never left your voice when you spoke about levi but alois just scoffed. his breath stank of red-wine when he turned to you. "is he paying you to stroke his ego?" he asked, though you knew better than to answer. then he walked off, most likely to the next whore he planned to fuck. boring, he often called you but it didn’t bother you as much as he thought. your body, soul, heart and mind belonged to another as soon as he turned his back you would run off to find levi; it's why you loved these overly extravagant balls so much. when the regiments would join together in a fundraiser, drinking and dancing, gossiping and singing. now, all you had to do was find levi. he wouldn't be hard to find as his dark-raven hair and silver irises always stood out to you. humanity's strongest, truly a sweet name.

you wandered the halls, pushing past nobles and soldiers alike. distracted by your thoughts you bumped into someone, hearing the surprised gasps of many. "oh!- shit, i mean-" you stammer. "i'm so sorry, so sorry!" you apologized, grabbing a napkin as they turn around. tall with thick brows and blonde hair, the man's form loomed over you but it didn't feel intimidating. "it's alright, don't worry." he assured you, his white shirt stained with the dark, scarlet red wine. the crowd scrambles as they realize that the situation is defusing, embarrassment still festers in the pit of your stomach. your eyes search his face, his uniform and the wings on freedom dawning his attire. the survey corps, this man was erwin smith. "you-you're erwin smith, aren't you?" you found yourself asking. the man confirmed with a nod and a soft smile. "yes, i am." he chuckled. "erwin!" a voice all too familiar, deep and stern. darkened hair and a darkened expression, levi. there was no doubt about it, he finds himself a way through the likes of people, smelling of wine, sweat and perfume. "levi?" you practically push erwin out the way just to see him. he was out of uniform, instead, he was clothed in a black suit, ascot, and dress shoes.

levi's brows rose, his expression showing surprise before his face softened. "hey," he whispered, desperate to grab your hand and lead you away. "do you two know each other?" erwin interrupted, still pinching his wet, blemished shirt. "…we have history." levi put it plainly, you were grateful for that. erwin didn't miss his friend's gaze, stuck on you, his eyes wandering down your frame. "then i should probably leave you two be—to catch up." erwin cringed a bit, it was odd seeing levi so entranced. he left before you could protest, not like you could anyway.

levi wasted no time in grabbing your hand, erwin leaving was the least of his concerns when you were right in front of him. "levi?-" the halls became quieter and quieter the deeper levi led you through them, old paintings and pretty decor gave some sort of life in the near, dead silence. "i'm taking you home, i can't stand this anymore…" levi spoke. "i can't sleep knowing that you're with him, i'll get you out of here, away from him." his words spoke to you, bittersweet memories of wishing that he were the one to sleep beside you at night, wake up next to you, messy hair, lightened in the sun's sweet kiss. "i love you, levi." it fell from your mouth like second nature.

"i love you too…"

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captain levi is isn't a fan of the spotlight that his title as "humanity's strongest" brings him, he always looks solemn. lips always curved in a small frown. his eyes are dark, a silvery grey; almond-shaped, and hooded. if you peak your head in town you can hear the whispers of women, chatting on about the untold handsomeness of the seemingly valiant soldier. he's short but his presence still demands respect, even without a verbal warning. his chin is always smooth, soft, the slightest amount of facial hair had no chance of growth before he ultimately shaved it off; leaving him clean shaven.

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﹒ LEFT BEHIND! ﹔ ft ＃ zeke yeager ﹐ 🍒 ﹒　　 ׅ 　

CONSPECTUS﹕a living reminder of what he sacrificed, of what he left behind in pursuit of a "saving" opportunity for the eldian people.

PAIRING﹕zeke yeager × female!reader ﹒ post-rumbling

CHAPTER(S)﹕previous ﹒ next

CONTENT WARNING﹕pregnancy & childbirth (mentioned) + grieving + single-parenthood + slight ptsd + dead!zeke + dark themes + pet names (zeke calls you peach) (i know not everyone is for pet names) + intentional lowercase & more as the story progresses

AUTHOR'S NOTE﹕i have an ao3, which also has this. updates will be faster there. here's a link.

levi sits in his wheelchair, waiting at the stove, watching his uncooked meat sizzle in the hot pan. "veil, pass me the salt."

with his sleeves rolled up and his hand bandaged; covering his two amputated fingers, levi manages to cook without much assistance. in the corner of his still sightful eye, he can see veil walking. her small feet tapping against the harden wood floor.

she uses her stool to reach up into one of the tall cabinets, her hand searching for something her eyes can't see. though eventually, she grabs the right thing.

"thank you." levi takes the glass from her, a few shakes and their food is salted enough for his taste. even though he hasn't eaten any of it yet.

the young blond looks up at him despite the man not being that tall.

"you're welcome!" she chirps.

silence lingers on after.

"where does salt come from?"

levi pauses, he didn't expect to be asked any weird questions. really, he doesn't know the answer. most of the time he doesn't know the answers to her random questions.

she's smart for her age, only five yet already so articulate and curious.

the scarred ackerman doesn't respond right away and neither does he make eye contact with her, still facing the stove.

not like he could stare into those eyes again.

"not sure," is all levi says.

"does it come from the ocean, because me and mama went there once and the water was salty." she continues to ramble. "but why does it taste. . .sour?"

sour?

levi's expression falters, then does he finally turn around. lowering the temperature of the stove.

". . .you're an interesting kid, y'know that?" he wouldn't admit it aloud but he's grown to care for the girl. he watched her grow, she was placed into his arms at such an early age. confusion shook him when you introduced him to her.

he killed her father, he hated what he stood for, he hunted him down. he left you without a lover, veil, without a father. yet you never blamed him for any of it.

.

.

.

.

it's been five years, by now you thought that you would feel somewhat numb.

but the guilt still eats at you, bit by bit. leaving you asking yourself if there was something that would've made him stay. you knew, as soon as he walked out that door. . .that trouble would follow.

zeke's head stone sits still, there wasn't even a body to bury. it lies without writing, the last thing you needed was someone finding it and potentially vandalizing it.

the world is still healing, the people are still praying; for a better future, for a better life.

the last thing people need to find out is that zeke yeager of all people is missed. not many know him, many aren't even alive to know him. yet he still lives on in the memories of others. as a comrade, a leader, a lover, a monster, a brute of a man, a father.

you won't tell veil about him, she's already at the age where she can notice that her family isn't full. her father is missing, her grandparents, her aunts and uncles, her cousins.

all of them.

wiped out, just like that.

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