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Guard of your heart

Organiser: @levievent "LeviMonth25"

Canon era! Comforting love! Fluffy romance! 900 words!

Summary: Levi thinks you're too weak to protect him until you remind him that while you can't shield his body, you can guard his heart.

Tags: @theremainsof @spouseofleviackerman @levisbrat25 @itsnathateasy @violentvaleska @meowmewow7 @dreamerofthewest @mikabella7 @satorella @sugacor3 @darkstarlight82 @derealizationns @sweetheartzs @raginginferno267 @beth-nina

Day 27: What do I need protection from, you?

Levi's room feels heavier than usual. Papers scatter across Levi's desk, ink stains fresh from his notes. His jaw is tight, lips pressed into a thin line. You can tell hes already in a foul mood, the kind of day where every little thing sets him off.

Makes sense because today he's signing the reports of the soldiers who died in the recent expedition. He's probably blaming himself for their deaths, not being able to protect them. So you decide to check on him. When you step in, he doesn't even look up. His hands are clenched, his pen scratching too hard against the paper until the nib nearly breaks.

"Levi," you call softly, leaning against the doorframe.

His eyes finally lift, grey and sharp, cutting through you like a blade. "What do you want?"

You walk over anyway, unfazed by his tone. "Just checking on you."

His glare hardens. "Tch. Don't waste your time."

You fold your arms, a small smile tugging at your lips. "But I'm here to protect you."

The words hang in the air like smoke. Levi blinks, then scoffs in disbelief, pushing his chair back with a sharp scrape. "Protect me? Don't be ridiculous." His voice rises slightly, strained with irritation. "How the hell are you going to protect me? You can't even hold your stance properly during drills. You're not strong. If anything, you'd slow me down."

His words come out harsher than he intends, sharp enough to sting. He snaps his gaze away instantly, jaw tightening showing he already regrets saying it.

But instead of looking hurt, you chuckle quietly, shaking your head. "You're right. I can't protect you physically. Not like you protect everyone else."

Levi frowns, eyes narrowing at your calmness. "Then what the hell are you talking about?"

You step closer, slow but steady, until you're standing right in front of him. His brows twitch, just faintly but he doesn't move.

"I mean this," you say gently, tapping a finger against his chest right over his heart. "I can protect this."

Levi stiffens. "What kind of useless shit is that supposed to mean?"

You smile, soft and unshaken. "It means I can protect you from your harmful thoughts so that you won't blame yourself. Your secrets are safe with me. If you need to rage, if you need to curse, if you need to break down, do it with me. You don't have to keep it all bottled up and hurt yourself more. Your heart's safe with me, Levi."

His brows furrow, his gaze unreadable. The silence stretches, heavy with words unsaid.

"You don't understand," he speaks finally, voice low and rough. "Carrying this weight isn't something you can just share. I don't want your pity. I don't want to dump my shit on you."

"It's not pity," you counter softly. "It's trust. You carry so much already. Let me carry some of it with you. Not on the battlefield. Here. With me."

Levi looks away sharply, his fists tightening on his knees. You catch how his jaw works as if he's fighting something inside him. His silence says enough, your words hit deeper than he wants to admit.

You don't push further. Instead, you walk to his shelf, grab his favorite tin, and brew him a fresh cup of tea. The quiet clink of porcelain fills the room as you place it in front of him after some times.

"Drink this," you say simply.He stares at the steaming cup, then at you. "You really are a pain in the ass."

You grin, waving lightly as you head toward the door. "Maybe. But I'm your pain in the ass. Remember, you can come to me anytime."

For a moment, all Levi can do is watch your back as you leave, the faint scent of tea and warmth lingering behind you. His hand hovers over the cup before wrapping around it, the warmth seeping into his cold fingers.

And though he would never admit it out loud, the weight pressing on his chest feels just a little lighter.

"Tch…" he mutters under his breath, taking a sip. "…brat."

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Some manga levi because I feel like I haven't posted much of them.....

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Realistically, my ass would get thrown out of the survey corps bc there is no way that I am a scout and not try to hit it especially not with Levi's fine self walking around. I wonder how far you can push the rules of the survey corps for being too horny for a commanding officer lmao.

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Recently I'm getting a lot of requests, and most of them are anonymous. So I just want to tell you guys that I won't be able to reply to them until September since I'm working on the LeviMonth25 event!

But no worries, your requests won't be unanswered. It's just since I'm already working on an event, I solely want to focus on it! So until then please keep up with me! I'll answer them soon!

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🍓 ✨️

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Y/n: Levi, I had a nightmare.

Levi: Go back to sleep.

Y/n: You were cheating on me.

Levi: With who?

Y/n: Your mop.

Hange (popping in): Honestly? I saw chemistry there.

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Levi screenshot redraw 😚

[abiatackerman]

Not Just Anyone

Organiser: @levievent "LeviMonth25"

Canon universe! Fluffy romance! Comforting Romance! 1.8k words!

Summary: Levi isn't a man who gives himself easily but after seeing you suffering he offers you something rare—his trust, his love, and a chance at a life by his side.

Tags: @theremainsof @spouseofleviackerman @levisbrat25 @itsnathateasy @violentvaleska @meowmewow7 @dreamerofthewest @mikabella7 @satorella @sugacor3 @darkstarlight82 @derealizationns @sweetheartzs @raginginferno267 @beth-nina

Day 21 + Day 24: (This isn't an offer I make just to anyone, think carefully) + (I know you're hiding something)

The barracks are quiet in that way even the wind seems to be holding its breath. You're supposed to be asleep. Instead you're in the supply room, scrubbing a stain out of a cloak like the fabric offended you personally. So definitely, you don't hear him until he speaks.

"Everyone else is asleep."

You jump, then try to pretend you didn't. "So I'm unique. Good to know."

Levi steps into the doorway, shadow cutting the room in half. He looks like he always does at this hour, shirt sleeves rolled, hair a little out of place, eyes tired. He doesn't move closer, just watches, like he's trying to understand what you're hiding because you’re trying your best not to break.

"I told you I'd handle the report," he says.

"I know. This isn't about the report."

You say as you keep scrubbing until the cloth squeals under your knuckles. It isn't about the cloak either. It's about the way a noble from the Interior smiled at you in town today and called you "pretty little distraction" like he was picking up a thing from a shelf.

Levi's eyes sharpen. He always reads what you don't say first. "Who was it?"

"Just… someone who thinks rank is a personality." You force a shrug. "Nothing happened."

"And that's why you're cleaning a ghost spot?" he asks flatly. You glance at the cloak. The stain's long gone. You set it aside, flexing your stiff fingers. "He was drunk. It's done."

"Names," Levi says.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I know you," you say, finally facing him. "You'd go handle it and then I'd owe you and then you'd act like I didn't and then you'd avoid me for a week so you wouldn't have to hear me say thank you, and then we'd be back where we started."

A muscle jumps in his jaw. "You don't owe me."

"You want to bet?"

Silence stretches. He steps inside, closes the door behind him with a careful click. The two of you exist in a pocket of air that feels separate from the rest of the world.

"You could've told me," he says. Quieter.

You exhale. "I didn't want to burden you."

He sighs and searches your face. "Did he touch you?"

"No." The word is true, but it tastes like rust. "He just made sure I knew he could."

Levi breathes once, slow and heavy, like he's compressing anger into a neat cube he'll store for later. He reaches for the cloak you finished, folds it with an absurd precision that calms you and irritates you at the same time.

"Tea," he says.

You open your mouth to argue. Then you close it. When Levi offers tea, it isn't hospitality, it's a truce. You follow him down the corridor, feeling the weight in your sternum shift from sharp to dull.

His room is as clean as a kept promise. He sets a kettle on the brazier, moves like he's done this a thousand times (he has). You sit on the edge of the low trunk and stare at your hands so he won't see your eyes sting.

He sees anyway.

"You're not fine," he says.

You snort. "You're very observant."

"Don't start."

"Start what?"

"The thing where you throw jokes at a problem until it's buried."

"Pot," you say, gesturing at him. "Kettle."

His mouth twitches, then steadies. The kettle begins to murmur. He pours, gives you the first cup. It smells like something green and alive. You keep your fingers wrapped around the heat and try to breathe through it.

"I'm thinking of leaving," you hear yourself say.

The steam curls between you and disappears.

Levi doesn't react for three heartbeats. Then he sets his cup down, unblinking. "Because of today?"

"Because of everything." You force a smile that doesn't fit your face. "Because I'm not built for this. For the way everyone looks at you like you're a weapon or a warning. For the way people with power wear the law like a glove and there's nothing we can do about it but pretend we didn't see. I'm tired, Levi."

"I know."

"Do you?" The laugh slips out, brittle. "You survive. You compartmentalize. You turn the world into a list and you cross it off. I… I carry it. It gets heavy."

He watches you calmly as he speaks, "What do you want?"

You swallow. "To breathe without being afraid I'll owe someone for it."

He considers that. Then, like he's decided to stop trying to be clever with pain, he steps forward, close enough that you feel the faint heat of him. He smells like soap and something quieter that you only smell when he lets you this close: his skin warmed by tea.

"This isn't an offer I don't think I'll ever make" he says, voice steady. "So think carefully."

You blink. "What..."

"Move into my quarters, that way people will understand we're in a relationship." He says it like a solution, not a plea. "Until you want to leave, or don't, lock stays inside at night. If anyone put their hands on you or thinks they can..." His mouth thins. "They won't."

Your heart knocks too hard against your ribs. "Is that… allowed?"

"Does that matter?" he asks. Then, after a beat, softer, "My room is clean. It's quiet. No one knocks unless they want their fingers broken so it's safe too."

You manage a breath that's almost a laugh. "I can't take your bed."

"You won't." His eyes flick to the narrow cot against the wall. "We'll figure it out."

"We," you echo.

He doesn't flinch. "If you want it."

You set the cup down before your hands betray you. "If I say yes, it changes things."

"It has already changed," he says. "I just stopped pretending I didn't notice."

The clock on the wall measures the fragile space between heartbeats. You could say no. You could tell him you'll be fine, that it's better to keep whatever this is undefined and therefore unbreakable. You could leave at dawn and never see whether the ache in your ribs is fear or relief.

But he's watching you like he watches a blade he's about to trust with his life: wary, sure, resigned to the risk.

"Okay," you say. Your voice shakes.

His shoulders drop so slightly you almost miss it. "Take the left cabinet," he says, like he's confirming inventory. "You hoard socks. I've seen it."

You stare. "I do not..."

"You do."

You don't realize you're smiling until the smile hurts. "Bossy."

"Efficient."

He moves to the trunk, drags out an extra pillow and sets it on the cot. It should be awkward and it is. But it's a comfortable awkwardness, the kind that means he's letting you into the strict geometry of his life and making room.

You watch him fuss with the blanket. "Levi."

"Yeah?"

"What if I don't want the cot."

He stills. Looks over his shoulder at you, eyes dark in the low light. "Then where?"

You feel your pulse in your mouth. "We'll figure it out."

A silence that is not empty follows. He nods once, like he's agreed to an impossible mission and returns to the pillow like he needs his hands to have a task.

You move first. You set your cup next to his. You cross the two steps between you and touch his sleeve the way you've wanted to since the first time he corrected your grip and didn't realize his breath brushed your ear. He goes very still. You slide your fingers down, find his hand, feel him exhale.

"Think carefully," he repeats, softer now. "I'm not… easy."

"I know," you say. "I'm not either."

He huffs a ghost of a laugh. "You're worse."

"True."

He turns, your hands still tangled, tension thrumming like a wire. You expect him to kiss you because that's what happens in stories. But Levi does not kiss you. He leans his forehead to yours instead and you feel the offer again, not spoken this time but still loud: Stay if you want. I'll try.

"Tomorrow," he says, words on your skin. "I'll handle the noble."

"Levi...."

"Quiet," he murmurs. "You don't owe me. I'll sleep better if I know he understands what he can't buy."

You close your eyes. "This isn't just protection." you murmur.

"No," he says and the word lands like a marker on a map. "It isn't."

Your breath steadies. The chair creaks.

"You said we'd figure it out," he says quietly.You smile into the dark. "We will."

His hand finds your wrist, two fingers light against your pulse, like he's counting proof that you're here. "Not just anyone," he repeats, a whisper meant for the night. "Remember that."

"I will."

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“Hey Levi.” You smiled, turning to lie on your side. “Hm?” Eyes closed and lying on his back, Levi didn't turn to look at you. The tiredness from work engulfing him.

“Do you think it's going to be a girl or boy.” There wasn't a wink of sleep in your eyes. Besides you haven't seen your husband all day. Moving closer to his side you poked his cheeks. “Answer me.” Levi turned his face slightly away from you. “Sleep.”

6 months into pregnancy, and your hormones weren't helping a lot. You became much more sensitive than before. Hurt by his rejection, you turned your back to him.

He slightly opened his eyes and met with your back. He could feel the pout forming on your face and your puffed cheeks. With a silent sigh, he shifted closer to you and held you from behind, hands on your bump.

“A girl.”

You removed his hands from your bump and closed your eyes, shifting in bed to get away from him. ”Sleep.” Levi always found your cheekiness amusing. Especially in your current state, he loved teasing you.

His hands found their way on your bump again, body shifting closer to yours. Propping his head on his hands, he used the other one to poke your cheek. “Tch.” You tried moving away from him but he didn't let you and encased you in his arms, breath hot against your neck. “I hope it's a girl.”

“A girl that looks like you?” “Like the both of us.” His hands gently rubbing your lower belly, feeling the presence of the baby. You smiled gently and you put your hand on his.

At that moment, Levi was holding his entire world in his arms. And you were in the arms of your entire world. Another tiny world growing inside you.

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Stargazing with you

Organiser: @levievent "LeviMonth25"

Canon era, fluffy romance, 700 words

Summary: You and Levi stargazing together after a long day.

Tags: @theremainsof @spouseofleviackerman @levisbrat25 @itsnathateasy @violentvaleska @meowmewow7 @dreamerofthewest @mikabella7 @satorella @sugacor3 @darkstarlight82 @derealizationns @sweetheartzs @raginginferno267 @beth-nina

Day 18: To be honest I just wanted a chance

to look at the stars with you

The night is still.

Cool air brushes against your skin as you step quietly onto the rooftop, blanket in hand. The faint hum of the barracks below is distant, softened by the height, by the hush of late hours when the world seems to fall asleep.

You didn't expect anyone else to be here.

Which is exactly why you're surprised when you find Levi sitting on the ledge, back to you, arms resting loosely on his knees as he gazes upward.Your steps falter.

Of all people.

"…You always sneak up here too?" you ask softly, not wanting to startle him.

He doesn't turn, but his reply comes just as quietly.

"Tch. You're the one sneaking. I'm the captain and I can go anywhere."

You step forward, smile tugging at your lips. "Fair enough."

You settle beside him, not too close, laying out the blanket on the cold stone. He doesn't move, doesn't protest. The silence between you stretches—but not uncomfortably. There's something oddly calming about sitting beside him in the dark like this, both of you gazing at the same sky. The stars are brilliant tonight, scattered across the sky like glitter thrown by an impatient god. You tilt your head back, eyes trying to trace the constellations you only half-remember.

"Why are you here?" he asks suddenly.

You blink. "Why are you here?"

He shoots you a look. You laugh.

"I mean, what are you doing up here? You should be sleeping." he presses, quieter this time.

You pause, fingers curling into the fabric of the blanket.

"…To be honest, I kinda had a feeling that you'd be here. After a long tiring day." you say slowly, "And I... I just wanted to look at the stars with you."

Levi goes very still.

There's a sharpness to the way he breathes in. But he doesn't look away from the sky.

"…You're weird."

"You've told me that before."

He sighs and says, "I meant it both times."

You hum, leaning back on your hands. "You know, you could just say you're flattered."

"Keep dreaming."

"Liar."

He glares at you briefly. You grin.

"You can admit it. You like me."

"I tolerate you, brat."

"That's not what you said last week when you cleaned my desk for me and told Hange to back off when they tried to steal my cookies."

"That was for my sanity. You're a mess."

You lean toward him, voice playful. "I think you like me, Captain."

His eyes flick to yours, unreadable in the moonlight.

You watch him—watch the way his jaw ticks, the subtle lift of his brows as if silently battling himself. And then…

"I don't dislike you," he says, finally.

You blink.

He looks at the sky again, like he's trying to hide his feelings by it.

Your heart stutters. Levi Ackerman doesn't hand out affection lightly. That one statement is a small miracle. A shy galaxy in itself.

"Wow," you say softly. "That's practically a love confession."

He snorts. "Don't get ahead of yourself."

You lie back on the blanket, staring up at the sky again. "Too late."

Levi doesn't answer.

But after a few moments, he shifts and lies down beside you.

Close now. Closer than before.

You don't say anything.

He doesn't either.

Just watches the stars with you.

And maybe—maybe that's all you wanted tonight.

Because it's more than enough.

[abiatackerman]

having a bit of a heated argument with Levi that leaves you both frustrated is never fun. but the bright side is, you've never seen your house so spotless before

he stress-cleans.

[abiatackerman]

Yams is an icon for gifting us with these, btw

[abiatackerman]

Hange-san!💜

[abiatackerman]

Why would I play fair when I can get away with it?

Organiser: @levievent "LeviMonth25"

Captain Levi Ackerman X playful female reader! Teasing! Fluffy romance! 1k words!

Summary: You know you're the only person in this whole world who can get away after teasing Levi. So you always take your chance, not wasting a single one.

Tags: @theremainsof @spouseofleviackerman @levisbrat25 @itsnathateasy @violentvaleska @meowmewow7 @dreamerofthewest @mikabella7 @satorella @sugacor3 @darkstarlight82 @derealizationns @sweetheartzs @raginginferno267

Day 15: No one plays fair if they think they

can get away with it

No one plays fair if they think they can get away with it.

And you—well, you're practically the queen of it.

Everyone in the Corps walks on eggshells around Levi Ackerman. The strongest soldier humanity has to offer, the man who can kill a titan and clean a room with the same intensity, the guy whose mere stare makes grown men straighten their spines and drop their voices.

Everyone but you.

"Oi, Levi," you sing-song from across the hallway, arms folded behind your back, rocking on your heels. "Is that a new shirt?"

He's just stepped out of the meeting room after a long day, sleeves rolled, expression unreadable. The kind of unreadable that means danger. His cravat is crooked, dust clings to his boots, and he looks two seconds away from snapping someone's neck.

"Yes," he replies simply.

You squint. "Hmm… You have a terrible fashion sense."

He stops. Blinks once. Then again. "Tch."

A less brave soul would have backed down. But not you. You keep going.

"I mean, it's alright, since you look good in everything," you add dramatically, sighing. "But your other one hugged your arms better."

A pause. A very long, loaded pause.

Then- "Did you stop me just to give me fashion advice?" Levi asks, deadpan.

You beam. "Would you be mad if I said yes?"

His eye twitches.

But he doesn't walk away.

That's the thing with you and Levi. You poke and prod, throw sass and dramatics, and for some reason, he lets you. No one else could even dream of saying the things you do to him. He once made a cadet cry for laughing too loud while he was having a bad day. You once told him his hair looked like a mop, and he smirked.

You're not stupid. You know why. It's because you're his soft spot. His weakness. The glitch in the perfectly cold system that is Levi Ackerman.

You know it, and you take full advantage.

➽──────────────❥

You're sitting on the barracks roof one evening, feet dangling, cheeks stuffed with stolen bread. Levi's next to you, drinking tea out of his obnoxiously tiny cup like it's the most serious ritual in the world.

You swing your legs. "Wanna hear something scandalous?"

"No."

You continue anyway. "I found out Hange and Erwin are betting on the fact if you wear underwear or not. Hange says no while Erwin...."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I enjoy seeing you suffering."

Lie. You annoy him like this because sometimes these things makes him smile. And all you want is to make Levi smile. He knows that too.

He closes his eyes. "You're a menace."

"I prefer the term delightful chaos." You offer him a piece of bread like an offering to the gods. "Here. You look like you need carbs."

He ignores the bread but glances at you, annoyed. "You've got crumbs on your face."

"Oh, are you going to wipe them off for me, Captain?"

He stares. Says nothing.

You giggle and lean closer. "Well?"

"No," he says flatly.

"Mean."

You lean back, satisfied, munching loudly just to mess with him. He could tell you to shut up. He could order you off the roof. But he doesn't. Because this is your thing.

He likes the way you rattle his calm.

➽──────────────❥

A few days later, you're in his office, dramatically flopped across his couch like a corpse, whining like a child.

"Levi, I'm dying."

"You're on your period. It happens every month."

"And I'm dying."

He sighs but doesn't kick you out.You peer at him, upside down from your position. "You should let me redecorate in here."

"Absolutely not."

"C'mon, just a little—like, a vase? Some color?"

"This is an office, not a brothel."

You gasp, scandalized. "So you do think flowers are slutty!"

He drops his pen and glares. "Why are you like this?"

You grin. "Because no one plays fair when they know they can get away with it."

He blinks. Then something dangerous flickers in his eyes.

"You think you can get away with this?"

"I know I can."

"Brat."

You smirk. "Uncle."

"You're sleeping in the stables tonight," he replies without missing a beat.

"And I still think your shirt's ugly," you say back and laugh.

And Levi?

He doesn't even try to hide the small smile that curls on his lips.

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This is the scene where Levi apologizes for causing the death of a member of Hange's squad. (season3 #42)

I love this scene because it shows the trust and bond between the two, who can read each other's emotions by looking into each other's eyes.

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I think Levi would be incredibly cautious, even a bit fearful when it comes to physical intimacy.

He grew up in the Underground, surrounded by violence, abuse, and exploitation. His mother worked in a brothel and likely died of illness — potentially something she contracted on the job. Levi was a child in an environment where bodies were used, sold, and discarded. That shapes your understanding of intimacy in a way that’s hard to shake.

Add to that the way other men talked about him when he was young — suggesting he’d “follow in his mother’s footsteps.” That’s dehumanization. That sticks.

I think the first time he let you touch his face, he flinched—not because he didn’t trust you, but because his body doesn’t know how to receive soft things without preparing for pain. For him, true intimacy is letting someone in far enough to see the damage, and not being afraid that they’ll walk away.

He’s not the kind of person who takes sex lightly. If it ever happens, it’s not because he's impulsive—it’s because he trusts you enough to hand over the part of himself he’s spent his whole life guarding.