#dad!Levi ackerman

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Okay, what about Levi sending y'all's kid to the first day of school? Levi is excited for the kid but not really living through the kid even though he never really went to school. He just want to make sure his kid has everything ready to go but he makes sure they are well prepared and has all the cool stuff since he wants to give his kid the life he didn't have. We all know he triple checks the checklist. Levi is making the lunch and helping the child get into a routine. So the big day comes and Levi is hiding his tears extremely well. His heart is breaking but he puts a brave face on for his kid so he can be strong for them. He takes you and the kid to the room and meets the teacher. Also makes sure he has all the information to get in contact with the kid's teacher just in case as well as his. Once you guys drop the kid off, he is tearing up like crazy. He is a mes saying "They can't go to school. I can't protect them and keep them safe". You are a emotional mess but comforting him and you admit it's cute when he is acting like this. Levi is constantly checking his phone to see a message from the teacher on an update or emergency throughout the day. Once school is over, you guys go get them and walk home as a family. The kid riding his shoulders as the kid is rambling about school and how much fun they had. You look at Levi as he looks at you, proud of the child y'all made together and excited to watch them grow.

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Seriously, SOMEONE NEEDS TO MAKE THIS MAN A DAD!

Dad!Levi headcanons (1/2)

Characters: Levi x fem!reader

Genre: Modern!au but with tiny references to the snk canon if you see it

Warnings: Mainly fluffy, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of childbirth

A/N: Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated! Thank you for the support <3 read part 2 here!

When Levi finds out he's going to be a dad:

When Levi first finds out his wife is pregnant, he's in absolute disbelief, because he cannot fathom the fact that he's about to become a father. He cannot process the fact that he and his wife are going to be parents; they're going to bring a new life into this world

He never had a father, he doesn't know how a father should be, and how he should act. None of his friends are parents themselves. Kenny wasn't exactly a father figure, and Kuchel isn't there to guide him

Definitely experiences a mental breakdown because he's worried that he will be a lousy father. However, his wife assures him that he will be okay, and they will learn along the way

When his wife is going along with her pregnancy:

The first trimester would be their first challenge as both of them are learning to become parents. His wife starts experiencing changes to her body, and he's always there to assure her that he will be there for her. He holds her hair whenever she experiences morning sickness, he rushes to buy whatever food she's craving for, even when it's 4am in the morning. He's clueless as heck, and he notes down everything their gynae tells them. Also, Levi starts to baby-proof the entire house.

Come the second trimester, as Levi sees his wife's baby bump get bigger, he now has the habit to speak to the bump whenever he can. Once, when he was talking to the bump, he saw her belly move, and Levi was stunned. He couldn't believe his eyes. His new hobby is to read to the baby bump.

Also, Levi would become a total paranoid. He would constantly worry for her. Did she eat her vitamins? When's her appointment with the gynae? Is she sick? Does she need food? Levi would buy tons of books on parenting to read and if he doesn't understand anything, he notes it down to ask their gynae during his wife's appointment

As his wife enters her third trimester, Levi is slowly becoming a bundle of mess. As the baby's due date approaches, Levi gets more and more nervous. He can't wait to meet their child, yet he's afraid that he's not ready to be a parent. His wife experiences more discomforts as her pregnancy progresses; increased fatigue, back pain, insomnia etc. It hurts Levi to see his wife go through all these, therefore he takes care of her really well. He does everything at home to ensure she gets sufficient rest. He massages her every night before she sleeps

When the baby is born:

Levi was inside the delivery room. He wanted to witness the moment for himself; he didn't want to wait outside. As his wife scream and cried while trying to push the baby out of her womb, Levi holds her hand and gives her lots of encouragement

With one final push, the baby is born. As the baby's cries filled the room, Levi gently holds his wife as they share a moment together, foreheads pressed against each other. "You did well, my love," Levi says as he gives her a kiss

The gynae then asks Levi if he wants to cut the umbilical cord of the baby and Levi is absolutely stunned. "M-me...?" he points to himself. As he walked gingerly to where the baby was, the gynae passed him the scissors and instructed Levi on what to do. Levi's hands were shaking. As he cut the umbilical cord, the nurse brings the little bundle to his wife. As they look at their baby together, Levi shed tears of joy for the first time in his life.

He may not be ready to be a dad, but for this little bundle of life, he will do his best.

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Sometimes when you watched Levi playing gently with your kid and thought about how an hour ago he was fucking you senseless in the guest bedroom while your kid was napping in your bedroom. You had to bite into the spare sheets that smelt like moth balls while Levi fucked you from behind.

You tried your best to keep it down, and Levi had to stop every few seconds to listen if your kid had woken up. He flipped you around, pulled your milk stained t shirt up to reveal your breasts, and pounded you hard to watch your boobs shake. He grabbed one of your boobs and cummed so hard he spasmed and groaned involuntarily.

You were exhausted and high with pleasure after multiple orgasms you were breathing hard through your mouth. It was challenging to make baby #2 when you had a clingy child who followed either one of you like a baby duck.

It caught you by surprise when your kid suddenly asked you after your little adventure in the spare room, "why is mommy always washing the sheets in the evening?" You looked at Levi and your guilty and horified look was mirrored on his face.

"Mommy peed herself while she naps just now," Levi betrayed you.

[majoryeager104]

Kidnapper: We have your child  Levi: I don’t have a child?  Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich?  Levi: Oh god, you have Armin

[abiatackerman]

Daddy's little rival

The sun spills through the half-drawn curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You're nestled between Levi's legs, your back against his chest, and his lips trace delicate patterns along your neck. His breath is a gentle promise against your skin, and you can't help but moan softly. A rare, unguarded sound that belongs only to moments like this.

But life has a way of barging in uninvited.

The door swings open abruptly, and your son pouts looking at you both.

"It's not fair, mommy! It's a weekend and you're playing with daddy, not me! He's not a brat! He doesn't need you to play with him."

You chuckle as you see your son's jealous eyes. He is a perfect mix of genetics. His black hair, blue-grey eyes, and pale skin are from Levi while his cute, slightly rounded features are from you.

"Your mom is mine."

As Levi speaks, he gently kisses your neck while he keeps staring at his son… Trying to get the little tyke rile up.

"Stop teasing your son."

You chuckle as you nudge Levi a little. You smile looking at your son's pouty cute face and open your arms.

"Come to mommy, dear."

Before you can even finish your sentence, your son runs towards your bed and jumps right into your lap and hugs your waist tightly.

"Are you done with your little tantrum now?"

Levi mutters playfully as he watches his baby get cuddled on by you.

"Hmph…"

Your son mutteres softly. His mood turns from angry to adorable in a second just by being cuddled by you. Like Levi, he is a momma's boy. All it takes one moment for him to start giggling and smiling if you're around. Levi can't help but smile at the sight.

"You're just like your dad. You've got his every single behaviour..."

You chuckle as you caress your son's hair. He grumbles in your chest making you laugh. He doesn't like to be compared with his dad. Not even a little.

Levi tilts his head and watches as his son squirming.

"What's wrong? Scared of being daddy's lil twin?"

He teases, which only seems to make his son even more frustrated.

"Stooooop…."

Your son mutters as he lifts his head up and glares at his dad with a frown. His eyes, which are just as beautiful as Levi’s, seem to glare right into Levi’s heart.

"Hey hey hey... Your daddy is humanity's strongest soldier, don't forget that. You should be proud that you've got his strength and attitude... "

You say patting your son's head.

"That's not something you should be proud of, he's just a grumpy old man!"

Your son mutters playfully sticking his tongue at Levi.

"I think he has a bit of an attitude problem. Maybe you're spoiling him too much, he's becoming cranky…"

Levi speaks in the same playful tone as his son and flicks his son's head.

"Tch! I'm not cranky!"

There the little tyke goes again. Acting exactly like his dad. A mini Levi. His cheeks puffed out as he pouts at his dad.

"Whatever, come here brat. Your mom needs to cook. Today's weekend and we're gonna enjoy a delicious dinner cooked by mommy, right? Also it's time for your after lunch lap. Come on."

Your son grumbles in a grumpy tone, but Levi pulls him along anyway. Despite his initial reluctance, your son can't help but be drawn into Levi's arms. As he tickles, your son bursts into laughter. You watch from the doorway, heart swelling with warmth, as father and son share this precious moment. You close the door behind you, leaving them to their own time together.

You know both of them will fall asleep within 30 minutes. Levi will hug his son protectively and your son will cuddle against Levi's chest while they'll sleep.

This is the regular weekend routine of your little Ackerman family.

[sixpennydame]

Captain Levi had never planned to fall in love with you, the pregnant widow of a Survey Corps member.

Your husband wasn’t part of his squad, but he’d seen him fall, just seconds too late from being able to save him. He’d found a letter to you in his pocket and delivered it to you in person; it was the least he could do, he thought. You were gracious and thankful to have this last message from your sweetheart but Levi saw the depth of sadness in your eyes, and something else simmering just below the surface.

“I’m pregnant,” you confess. “Three months.”

“Do you have family to go back to?” he asked.

“I have no one.”

And that’s how Levi found himself visiting your house whenever he came into Trost. It was late fall, so the Corps was on hold from any expeditions, and after he picked up his usual cleaning supplies, he’d find himself picking up some things for you and bringing it by.

“There’s some tea there that is supposed to be good for morning sickness,” he says as he hands you a bag of groceries, “and some of my officer’s rations of red meat. I heard that’s good for a growing baby.”

“You’re too kind, Captain. You don’t have to do all this for me.”

You were right, he didn’t, but he couldn’t help worrying about you, a soon-to-be mother, raising a child on her own.

A month turned into two, then three, your belly growing rounder, your features becoming even softer. There was a glow about you he couldn’t describe, almost angelic.

His monthly visits had become weekly; you would cook him dinner and he’d stay until the fire in the hearth was embers, and your eyelids became heavy.

But this time, as he stood up to leave, you took his arm.

“Captain…could you stay? Just for tonight.”

He knows he shouldn’t. You’re still grieving and probably just lonely. But he can’t deny the pull you have on him. You’re beautiful and kind-hearted, witty and spirited. His thoughts drift toward you so naturally now, wondering how you’re feeling, if you need anything.

If you need him.

And so he follows you to the bedroom and lays on the bed beside you, making sure to stay on his side and give you the space you need. You toss from side to side, finally lying on your back.

“The baby’s too active tonight. I feel like I’m a human punching bag,” you sigh out, then you roll over to look at Levi.

“Do you want to feel it?”

You gently take his hand and place it on your belly. For a while, he feels nothing but the pounding of his own heart, touching you in what feels to him to be so intimate.

But then there’s a little bump under his hand. Then another.

Levi’s experienced many things in his life, but never has anything brought him so much awe than those two little movements.

He spent that night with his hand on your stomach as you drifted to sleep, and decided right then and there that he would do whatever it took to keep you and that little one safe, healthy, and happy.

[leviismybby]

Now Gabi ...

[willreigns]

Mama’s Garden

It’s your birthday and your daughter wants to celebrate. Her father can do nothing but oblige.

A/N: My submission for Levi Month Day 21; Post-War: Children. ~1.3k words of pure angst.

Credit to @cafekitsune for the dividers!

“Papa, do you think mama would like this?”

A single pebble. A shiny one at that. Levi gave it an expressionless glance and gave a firm nod.

“Mama would like anything you give her, Eden.”

Hardened eyes met soft bright ones, ones that broke out in innocent glee, ones that made Levi Ackerman’s heart swell. There was only one other person who had this effect on him.

You.

The little girl chucked the pebble into a worn pouch, along with other things she wanted to give you. It was your birthday today and Levi had been up early—partly by his own choice, the other because of the giddy toddler who had been preparing for this day for weeks. It had been hard to put Eden down to bed yesterday and the bags under Levi’s eyes were a testament to that.

The day was sunny and so Levi moved forward with his child’s plans, a picnic for mama. Stowed inside a basket were fruit—the ones you and Eden liked—some sandwiches she helped him make, and leftover stew from yesterday’s meal.

“Mama doesn’t like stew,” Eden huffed, wrinkling her nose.

“Mama doesn’t like it, or you don’t like it?”

Eden gave it a seemingly deep thought.

“Neither of us.”

Dinner time had been a struggle yesterday, too. She turned out to be as picky of an eater as her father.

It was less of a struggle now though, compared to a couple of years ago.

Right. Eden was almost five. How quickly the time has passed.

Time, Levi reflected with a pang, time that he wished he had more of.

“Papa,” a little girl with his features, but your eyes, called to him, “let’s pick flowers for mama.” He nodded before his thoughts could ensnare him again.

“This red one, and this blue one, and this pink one…”

It amazed Levi how much she’s grown. She used to be so small, would fit right into his hands like a dainty little package. Now, she counted to ten and back, knew colors, helped him water your garden. She already knew so many things—Levi sometimes found it hard to keep up.

“Mama, you’re going to like my bucket, I promise,” Eden whispered into one of the bell-shaped flowers, a habit she had ever since Levi had told her that you’d hear her if she spoke into them.

“It’s bouquet, Eden,” he corrected her gently and turning to head back to the house when she stopped him.

“Won’t we water the flowers today?”

Levi paused, a twinge of guilt tightening in his chest. So Eden has noticed; Levi has tried not to let the approaching date affect him, but your garden hasn’t been tended to in a week now. The weeds were beginning to creep in, some flowers were wilted and some of the bush was growing wildly in some places.

“Yeah,” he finally answers, his voice softening, “go get the watering can.”

Eden giggled with delight, small shoes pattering around the corner as Levi watched her disappear momentarily. The minutes felt long; a familiar worry settled in his bones, a worry he couldn’t quite shake when his daughter was out of sight.

Levi let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding when Eden finally reappeared. Watering can in tow, they watered the garden together. Levi’s brows were furrowed in concentration, trying not to overwater like you’ve taught him before.

I’ll tend to this later, Levi silently promised as they left the small garden and headed back into the house. He watched as Eden said her goodbyes to each and every flower, exerting patience where there once was none.

With the small basket in tow and a giggling Eden following closely behind, Levi began the familiar trek to the fields to see you.

“Papa, how come you married mama?”

Your toddler exhibited such curiosity that could drive Levi mad at times, but nonetheless he ensured to give her the information she wanted.

“I loved your mama, so I married her.”

Words like love still felt foreign in the former captain’s mouth. Yet, with time, it was getting just a little easier to speak of it—to speak of you.

“So people marry for love?”

Not always.

Very rarely.

“Of course,” he answered, voice steady.

Soon, the cobblestone paths diverted into dirt walkways. The small patch of flowers that had been growing from the cracks of the stone brick now flowed wildly in this section of the road.

Past the willow tree and into the flower fields, alone and by a motionless lake, you were there.

This is where Levi let love in—where he let you in. This is where Levi proposed.

This is where you rested.

“Mama, happy birthday!” Eden exclaimed, her voice ringing out in the quiet air. She took a seat next to the familiar gravestone, pouch already open as she emptied out its contents on the patch of grass she sat on.

Levi watched her for a moment, the weight of the day finally pressing heavily on his heart. Finally, he set the basket down, hand brushing light over the cool stone.

“Here’s this pebble I found today. You can have it, I already have one like it in my room…”

Levi could feel his throat closing up as Eden continued speaking, explaining every single gift she’s brought and what it meant. The pebble, a pink bow she’d begged Levi to buy (a bow he thought was for her), a drawing of a big house and a family of three.

A family of three, Levi wished his family of two could be a family of three. So many nights he spent hoping you were alive somewhere, not just in his mind—those quiet hours when the house felt too empty, and the silence too heavy.

Emotion was getting harder to combat with age, but Levi tried with all his might to refrain from crying. No, today his daughter deserved a moment of happiness, even if you being gone was killing him inside. Even if being here was killing him inside.

But Levi couldn’t stop the tears even if he wanted to.

“Is papa crying?”

He quickly wiped them away with his sleeve.

“No, it’s water.”

“…There was water in papa’s eyes yesterday, too.”

Eden was just like you, always so annoyingly observant. Levi could feel his heart twist at her words.

The flowers swayed peacefully in this part of the field, their soft colors blending with the golden light of the afternoon. The wind blew against Levi’s hair, tickling his face as he watched Eden run and play. A small smile etched itself on his scarred face in this fleeting moment of calm.

When Eden finally tired, she helped her papa clean up and put everything back in the basket. The gifts would stay, except the drawing. Levi had to find a way to secretly take it back home.

“Can we come back soon,” Eden asked, a hint of sadness finally making its way through.

Levi gave a firm nod. “Of course.”

There was a silent pause, a moment of deliberation for the young girl.

“Papa, how come mama can’t be with us?”

She died at childbirth.

“She’s busy,” was Levi’s gruff response, before letting out a heavy sigh. “Mama’s taking care of us…from the sky.” Levi was weary of religion, but if it meant he could spare even a shred of innocence for his daughter for the time being, he’s taking it, no questions asked.

“Mama’s an angel?”

A silent pause.

“Yeah, sure kid.”

She grinned, curiosity quelled for a short minute, before another thought burst through her tiny mind.

“Will you also be an angel one day?”

Levi could feel his heart stop. He hoped so, if it meant he could see you one day. He missed you so much—he missed your smile, your laugh, your playful kisses despite his half-hearted protests. For a brief moment, he allowed himself the comfort of an afterlife with you.

“Yeah, one day,” he finally managed to say, his voice almost breaking.

Eden smiled, her small face lighting up with an innocence that tugged at Levi’s heart.

“Papa, I love you,” Eden says so suddenly, “Mama loves you, too.”

Levi’s breath hitches, a warmth spreading through his chest. His eyes soften, he breaks into a rare, tender smile, one that hadn’t come easily for years.

“I love the both of you, too.”

[m-jelly]

Post War Levi as a dad

Titans never scared him. People never scared him. Getting hurt never scared him. Losing all he owned never scared him. Losing you and his daughter though? It terrified him.

So, when you said you needed to go into town for a few things, he was very scared. The two of you were joined at the hip. You helped him so much and loved him, scars and all. Ever since he got hurt in the war and was confined to a wheelchair most of the time, he thought love was never meant for him, but then you came walking into his life.

Levi felt strong before, but the war made him feel weak. When you walked into his life full of love, he felt unstoppable. After you had your daughter with Levi, he felt even stronger. His daughter adored him and always smiled at him. The scars made him think he'd be called a monster and make her cry, but she loved him with everything she had. Levi loved his daughter so much, he would kill for her and you.

While you were gone he was taking care of Kuchel, who was an adorable two years old. Both Levi and Kuchel missed you terribly, but it was only a bit of shopping you needed so you asked for the two to just stay at home, play and have some fun. You'd left a pot of tea, snacks and juice.

Levi was sitting in his wheelchair in the garden while his daughter was sitting on her blanket and playing with her toys. He smiled fondly at his daughter as she wiggled and moved her toys around.

Kuchel looked over at Levi and laughed. "Dada!"

Levi smiled brightly. "I'm right here. Daddy's here."

She stood up carefully and walked over to him. "Mama?"

"She's gone on an adventure. She'll be back soon."

She stared at him before nodding. "Mama, go."

He chuckled. "Yes, mama go." He watched her walk to her blanket and sit down. "Such a sweetheart."

He relaxed in his chair and adjusted the blanket on his lap. He gazed a moment down the path and wished you'd appear. Levi struggled to be without you. He never knew deep love could do this to a person, but he was absolutely infatuated with you.

"Ah!"

Levi looked over at his daughter to see she had fallen over. "Kuchel?"

She sat back to show she had a cut on her cute knee. Her eyes filled with tears. "Dadaaaaa."

Levi shot out of his chair and limped over to his daughter. "I'm coming! Daddy's coming!" He scooped her up into his arms. "I've got you." He limped inside the house and sat her on the kitchen counter. "Let me look." He moved her dress as she whimpered. "It's just a tiny cut." He sighed. "You're okay."

Kuchel sniffed. "Ow."

He kissed her forehead. "I know, ow." He picked her up again and grabbed the first aid kit you and he always kept topped up. He raced back outside and sat with her on the blanket. "Let's fix you up."

Kuchel rubbed her tears. "Dada."

He cleaned her knee up. "You're so very brave."

She hummed. "Yes."

He smiled at her. "You'll have a little scare, like daddy." He pointed to one on his arm. "Like this."

She touched the scare. "Mm." She looked at her knee. "Dada." She giggled. "Like dada."

He nodded. "That's right, like dada." He put a small patch on it and then wrapped it up. "There, all patched up."

She patted it. "Dada done."

He hummed a laugh. "Yes, all done."

She stood up and walked over to him. She climbed onto him and sat on his lap. "Hug."

Levi wrapped his arms around his daughter. "I'm here."

"Well." Both Levi and Kuchel looked over at you. You smiled brightly. "What a lovely thing to return to."

Kuchel gasped. "Mama!"

You giggled. "Hello."

Levi's eyes lit up as he shouted your name. "My darling!"

You walked over. "Hello, handsome." You placed your bag down before sitting on the blanket and kissed your husband and daughter. "Everything go okay?"

Levi adjusted Kuchel. "She had a tiny fall, but she's all patched up and she was so brave."

You cupped her face and kissed her nose. "My good sweet little girl." You sighed before kissing Levi. "You must have been so worried."

"I was panicked. I missed you. I wanted you. But, I acted fast and she's all better."

You cuddled up to Levi. "Such a wonderful dad and husband."

He puffed out his chest a little. "Thank you. I love you so much. I love you both."

You kissed his cheek. "Love you too."

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[acmeangel]

Levi as a dad would…

Levi would get into arguments with his toddlers in the middle of pretend playing, when the logistics of the storyline stopped making sense. He’d be sitting on the living room floor, holding a plush horse, saying “So now my horse can’t swim across the river that leads to the magical forest? Then why was your horse able to thirty seconds ago?”

Levi would have make believe tea parties with his little ones, and would actually dress up for them (and bring real tea). He’d sit at their small table, formally greet each of the dolls and plush animals at the table, and follow each and every one of the tea party rules.

Levi would always say “I’ll get it” when the babies cried in the middle of the night, before you even had a chance to wake up. He knew that you needed to rest more than he did, and he secretly loved having these quiet moments with his babies, holding them, rocking them, and gazing down at their tiny sleepy faces.

Levi would always be a little bit grossed out by baby food — the colors, the textures, the pureed meats and vegetables. “They actually like this crap? Find that hard to believe,” he’d mutter at the grocery store. He’d sit at the high chair, spoon-feeding your baby, saying things like “This is just vile” and “You’re eating blended meat right now” — all in a soft, cooing tone that made your baby giggle.

Levi, while reading on the couch, would let his little girls put clips and ribbons in his hair and tie it up in any which way they wanted. When they’d say “Daddy, we’re going to use all purple clips this time,” he’d just nod and mumble “Nice” or “Sounds good.” He was only mildly embarrassed the time he accidentally spent the whole day in public with a butterfly clip in his hair.

Levi, if he learned that his kids were being picked on at school, would drill it into their heads to never, ever fight back. He’d help them find other, peaceful ways to deal with the situation because he didn’t want his own children to ever have to resort to violence or know how to fight.

Levi would try, for a while, to keep some semblance of organization and order in your house, despite having rambunctious toddlers. He’d finish putting toys away, only to turn around and see new ones scattered on the ground. He’d give up on this after a while, especially at the sight of his little ones giggling happily as they played with their toys — but his eye would still twitch when he’d step on a plush animal or toy block in the hallway.

Levi, surprisingly, wouldn’t forbid his teenage daughters from dating (as long as he got to meet whoever it is). Really, he’d just be glad that his girls are getting to grow up with a normal life and worry about normal teenager things.

Levi would still curse just as much, even with the little ones around — when you freaked out the first time one of them said “shit” he simply shrugged it off. “What? It’s just a word. They’ll learn it eventually.”

Levi, when his kids eventually began surpassing him in height, would frequently remind them that he was still the one in charge and would gripe about being “stuck in a family full of freakish giants” (average-height people).

Levi, while you were still pregnant, doted on you incessantly — in a Levi way. He’d never let you lift a finger and would frown and grumble if you tried, insisting that even the smallest physical strain is bad for the baby. He’d manage to reach things from the highest shelf for you, despite being shorter. He’d constantly be placing concoctions of herbal teas or odd-looking snacks in front of you, simply saying “Drink that” or “Eat that” after researching what nutrients pregnancy requires.

Levi, as a dad, would really just try his best to give his kids everything that he never had — loving, supportive parents who would protect them at all costs, and a life free of worrying.

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[leviraaaaaa]

“Daaa-ddy.”

Levi startles, looking up. The little girl stood before him, all wide eyes and beaming at him.

“Yes? Shouldn’t you be at school?”

She shrugs, then thrusts out a hair brush and a set of scrunchies. “Do my hair today!” She grins.

Levi is taken aback slightly, not at all expecting such a request. It’s not that he had a bad relationship with his daughter really, if anything Levi spends every second that he can spare with her. But even so, it was so sudden and specific, not to mention she has never asked him to do it before. It was you who helped her get ready.

“Doesn’t mommy usually do that?” He asks slowly. “Is she busy?”

She shakes her head quickly. “I just want you to do it today.” She smiles, holding the brush out to him, waiting for him to take it.

Levi glances at it then looks back up. How could he say no to that?

So, without a word, he motions her to turn around which she follows happily, pulling a stool nearby to sit between Levi’s legs. Levi takes the brush, though slightly hard to hold without his missing fingers, he manages, combing through the black silky strands.

Like his.

Though, his own hair was stranded with gray now, a sign of the long years he had lived. Even Ackermans don’t stay young forever.

But it’s still so strange to him, having her here, right in front of him. He still freezes a little when she smiles at him, watching her with awe. She looked almost exactly identical to him, starting from the shape of her face to the color of her eyes, just the exact shade of the silvery blue that his own eyes hold. But there was a brightness in those eyes that Levi doesn't think he ever had. She was like this little ball of sunshine, always so bright.

And her smile, that came from you.

She was his. Yours. Theirs.

A part of him and a part of you. A whole other human being. A child. A blessing.

It was the hardest at thr beginning. For him to get used to it. Despite the 9 months of pregnancy, it was when he first held her that the realization finally hit him. That she was his daughter. His.

And the moment his eyes locked with the newborn, he knew he was doomed.

That there was nothing he wouldn’t do for this small, small, absolutely tiny person that came to earth no more than half an hour ago. That he had just met.

It was crazy how it only took him only a moment for him to swear his life for her, to become so protective. It was actually ridiculous, how he felt anxious even when it was the nurses holding her, he’d been so rigid, so poised. Even when handing her over to someone else’s arms, he had his hand outstretched because just in case. It took a shit load of convincing from you for him to let Jean and Connie hold her.

It was crazier watching her grow up. Never had he felt this ridiculous amount of pure joy and excitement ever. Only to hear her first words, to watch her take her first steps, holding his hand. He swears it was only yesterday.

His chain of thought was cut off as she started to happily chatter about things. Unlike Levi, she talks. A lot. Levi doesn’t mind, he listens quietly. Every once in a while, inserting a comment.

“I’ve read about you. In the history books. Our teacher taught us.”

“Yeah?” He mumbles, brushing softly. “What’d you learn?”

“They called you humanity’s strongest.” She stumbles on the word a little, which was a bit heavy for her usual vocabulary. She turns around to look at him with awe and wonder, wide eyes asking for confirmation. “That’s so cool!”

He only lets out a small hum in response.

"Will I be as strong as you one day?"

"Sure. You already are." He hopes she never needs to be.

“I saw your picture too. And mommy’s. Also, Uncle Connie used to be bald back then.” She finishes with a giggle, the idea of Connie’s lack of hair amusing her. “You were like a superhero, weren’t you daddy?”

“I wouldn’t shoot that far.” He answers with a small smile.

Back then, Levi had never imagined the idea of having a family. There, caged between the walls, surrounded by those tremendous monsters. When there was no guarantee that you’d come back alive once you’re out there. How could he even think of bringing a child to the world, if he couldn’t even do the least that is to promise their safety?

But now, here she runs and plays outside, without a worry in the world, tirelessly. She doesn’t have to starve like Levi had to, she grows up with only all the good the world has to offer. She doesn’t know the worst of how things could be and Levi hopes she never does. She doesn’t yet understand the role Levi and you had played in creating this world, but she does understand the value of it. She asks questions sometimes, about the wheelchair and the eye and the hand. About your scars and why somedays you can't get yourself from bed. He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t know how to answer. And Levi knows, one day, he’ll have to tell her all of it, life back then and the life he had. But for now, he prays, let her grow up with only love and pureness. Let her see the world in her rose colored glasses. Something he never got to do.

She taps Levi’s leg as he bunches the hair to tie a ponytail. “Do braids.” She says.

“Braids? Don’t you always wear a ponytail?” Levi asks.

“Yes, but,” She tries to explain, stumbling for words. “Tash always pulls by it.”

Tash was one of her classmates, Levi knew from her frustrated rants about him. From what he could gather, neither liked each other much. “Next time he bothers you, you do the thing that I taught you.” He tells her.

“The thing with my hands?” She asked brightly, balling her hands to show him.

“Hey, no beating up kids at school. Levi!” You appear in the doorway, only catching the last bit of the conversation. “Don’t give her ideas. And you,” You look at your daughter who was smiling smugly. “I’ve been looking for you–wait, is Levi doing your hair?” You say, finally noticing and very surprised.

‘Yes!” She replies excitedly, “He’s doing braids! He’s very slow though.”

Levi playfully pats her head. “It’s because you keep moving.” He sighs. “Must you need braids? I’m not sure if I can–”

“Yes.”

Levi was about to say something else until she turned around, giving him the most adorable pout ever, eyes all round and needy, her brows pinched together. “Please?” She asks sweetly.

Well damn.

Levi tries, he really tries. But the word no somehow managed to disappear from his vocabulary, along with all of its synonyms. So he sighs, nodding.

“Levi, I can–” You start.

“It’s okay.” He puts up a hand, stopping you. He doesn’t know much about the process, but he’s spent enough time watching you do her hair. So he thinks he can manage it. “I can do it. Probably.” He says uncertainty.

It was slightly difficult to manage multiple sections of hair when you’re missing two fingers, but even surprising himself, he does manage it, after a few attempts. A little uneven, but works.

"Happy?" He asks her, patting her head.

It was good enough for the girl, who jumped up right after it was finished and cheered happily as an answer to Levi. She jumps to his arms, pulling him by the neck to plant a big smooch in his cheek.

“You're the best.” She beams at him, then running off to grab her bag which was by the door.

“Wow, mommy’s nonexistent now?” You fold your arms in mock offense.

She doesn’t answer, only picks up her bag and runs to hug you full speed, wrapping herself around your knees. “I love you.” She calls out, then turns to Levi. “And I love you too! I'm leaving now!”

Then she was out the door before you could say I love you back.

“Don’t run, you’ll fall.” Levi calls out to her, who was already far out of hearing range.

You closed the door. Then leaned against it, staring at Levi.

Levi looked away, cheeks heating up slightly, noticing the strange way you were staring at him, already knowing what comes after.

“So.” You said.

“So, what?” He said, glancing at you.

“Where'd you learn how to do braids?"

He huffs. "From you. I watched you do it.''

"Really?' It was so cute you could melt.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He grunts. “She’s my girl. I can do her hair sometimes, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“So, I’m not your girl?” You pout, exactly the same expression your daughter made just moments ago. “How come I don't I get braids?”

“I–” Levi starts, then huffing frustratedly. He can’t even say no to his daughter, who was he to say no to the mother? He tries nevertheless.

“I’m not doing it. Stop looking at me like that.”

You did not look away, pouting out your lips more.

“I won’t.”

You blinked, turning your expression sadder.

Levi gives up.

“C’mere.” He sighs.

[simply-suki]

Ok, but this scene.

If I remember right, Gabi was shocked that she hit her mark.

Do you think Levi had to reassure her? Even if it was in his own way?

“Even if you miss, you’ll regret not trying more. From what I hear you’ve got damn good aim, so take the shot.”

Girl dad Levi lives in my head rent free.

[moo-blogging]

Just thinking about postwar Levi feeding your little toddler fruits.

You folded and gently dropped the last piece of baby clothes into the woven basket. The sky was painted with soft yellows and purplish clouds. Birds sang as they headed home. You carried the basket and walked carefully down the stairs from the rooftop into your house.

You heard your toddler squealing happily and banging her little fists on the coffee table. Your toddler was now at that age where she got really excited about the mundane things. A cat walking by the roof? Happy screams. A bicycle rang somewhere down the streets? Curious big eyes looking around for the sound.

You placed the clean laundry in your master bedroom and headed downstairs to the living room where you left Levi with the baby. You watched in the shadows. You had this new habit of observing your husband and baby in silence.

Levi sat at the edge of the sofa, hunched by the coffee table as he cut red grapes in halves. His delicate fingers held his pocket knife, carefully removing the seeds before he gave one half to the impatient toddler. The halves grapes looked so small in Levi's palm but looked so big in your toddler's little fists. She took both halves into each palm. Her eyes were sprakling with delight as she pushed one half of the grapes into her mouth. Grape juice leaked from her opened mouth as she grinned. Levi mirrored her grin too. His eyes had softened so much, there's wrinkles by his eyes as he grinned at his little toddler.

You smiled to yourself. You loved watching Levi living a normal life as he should have years ago. But it was never too late for love and happiness. You descended the stairs. Upon hearing your footsteps, both father and toddler duo lifted their head in unison and turned toward you. You were greeted by the same glistening bluish grey eyes. Your baby wuggled her hands, sticky grape juice flying around the living room.

You took a handkerchief from your pocket and kneeled by your baby, wiping her mouth, slimy with saliva and sweet grape juice as you cooed, "are you enjoying the grapes? You like the grapes daddy cut for you?"

Levi quietly pushed a bowl of cut grapes toward you, all seeds removed. "We got the wrong grapes," he said, "these have seeds." You got the grapes. And you overlooked if they were with seed or seedless, but Levi never blamed you. He used "we" when you or baby made a mistake. That was his gentle love.

You tugged the handkerchief onto baby's shirt collar and Levi gave baby another half grapes. Baby was smiling as she ate the grapes. You sat next to Levi and took one half of grapes from the bowl. You gave it to Levi, trying to feed it to him but he nudged at you. "I had them as I cut," he nodded toward you. "You eat." And so you ate. And the grape was sweet and juicy.

You leaned against him, watching your toddler as she took halves of grapes from the bowl. Four eyes on two as your baby watched you back, grinning as she ate the grapes. Love griipped your heart and happiness filled up your chest so fast, you had to unload it. You turned and immediately welcomed with Levi's lips on yours.

You could taste the grapes on his lips. As you pulled away, you leaned your head on his shoulder. You took a seedless half grape from the bowl and ate it.

"Thank you, Levi." You leaned into him closer. "Thank you for this life."

[violet-fluff]

Cats that remind me of ✨Levi✨

[abiatackerman]

Your son: What are unholy things?

Zeke: Why don't you ask your dad? He does a lot of unholy things to your mom.

Levi: Mind your language in front of my son if you don't wanna get chopped by me. You bearded piece of shit!

Son: Dad you're not supposed to say that! That's a horrible thing to say.

Zeke: (mocking chuckle) Being a father must be fun, you can take lessons from your son

Levi: Too bad you'll never experience the fun. Since no female would like to put your kid in their ovaries.

Zeke:.......

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[sixpennydame]

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 // 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑𝟎: 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐨

Levi Ackerman x pregnant!Reader

Each drabble is a snapshot of the growing love between Levi and a recently widowed, pregnant reader. You can read the original story here.

There will be an epilogue for this story published on Sunday, December 1. Thank you to those who liked, commented, and reblogged this little drabble series!

Day 29 // Epilogue

Your newborn was no less than an angel to you and Levi but he absolutely hated getting his diaper changed. He’d scream and flail, his tiny face turning as red as a tomato.

“Just let me wipe your little ass already.” Levi sighs. “Who knew something so small could shit so much.”

It surprised you to see Levi adjust so well to taking care of a baby. He was calm and patient, and always willing to hold him when he’d cry in the middle of the night.

”I barely sleep anyway,” he’d reply, “now I have someone to stay up with me.”

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