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one thing i love about tumblr is that u become friends with people without even knowing their name/their face/their voice...........like....i love u because of your dumb little thoughts thank u for existing

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They’re so cold to each other 😂😂 and the only reason I laugh is because it breaks my heart 😂

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Enough of the ‘will Levi get an s/o in Bad Boy’ ship discourse, who’s excited for the Kuchel crumbs we’re gonna get in this story? 🥹

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Mornings with Levi 🫖🍵

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Humanity's strongest soldier & ex-thug . . .

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i can’t believe everything about levi and erwin, down to their eyebrows and hair and size and even the ackerman family names/levi’s name suggests that they are integral to each other’s character

like everything that erwin is, levi is not. erwin has social graces and manners, levi is rude and aggressive. levi is brawn, erwin is brains. erwin is idealistic and plays The Game, levi is practical and goes straight for the throat on issues. erwin says “we have to convince,” levi says “kill them.”

levi is a sadist! erwin is masochistic! levi likes indulging himself with luxury items, but erwin denies himself fucking everything!! if levi is erring on the edge of darkness, erwin is the counterpoint with the light. literally. every facet. of them.

but they are similar too!! they both struggle to accept their own humanity, they both revere each other but believe themselves unworthy, they both struggle with their own needs and selfishness.

and in these present and upcoming chapters, it’s been acknowledged officially that levi started out his relationship with erwin hating him and trying to kill him, but it’s come full circle, and levi loves erwin SO MUCH, he would do anything to protect his life. erwin started out seeing levi as a pawn, but has come to trust and value him as a friend, and now feels as if he has let levi down on such a deep level that it makes him a bad person.

like tbh they are written FOR each other. even if you don’t like them together romantically, they are literally made for each other, they are literally two halves of a whole, they are just written that way, undeniably, and i can’t deal with it

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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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other half 彡 levi ackerman

» summary ⋆ levi doesn’t exactly notice it, but one of his love languages is physical touch. (how he acts when he’s in love)

» content ⋆ levi ackerman x reader. fluff, hurt/comfort. mentions character deaths. written with season four, special two in mind.

» word count ⋆ 1070

Levi doesn’t exactly notice it, but one of his love languages is physical touch.

That’s because, growing up, he lost everyone he treasured.

His mother passed away when he was nothing more than a living skeleton, too young to live on his own. The last memory he recalls is laying his head down on her lap and her feather-like touch. Her fingers were gentle as they ran through his hair. Sometimes it had grown so long to the point where she’d braid them.

The man who found Levi, rotting beside the corpse of his mother, raised him as though he was a caretaker, but not like a father. It’s vague in Levi’s older years, but he remembers the head pats and the hair ruffling. The man was overall careless and strong, but he had soft moments where he’d praise Levi. And just out of the blue, the mystery man abandoned him. Years later, when it was revealed that this man was his uncle all along, he had died in the next moment.

Then there was Furlan and Isabel, the only two people he had considered his family in his adult years Underground. Isabel was a girl with no personal space for the people she cared for. For as long as she could remember, she loved hugs. And while Levi was stiff and complaint about it, she’d do it again and again. Pats on the shoulder from Furlan were enough of a relief to know he was there. Yet, they soon left, devoured on their first expedition outside the walls.

Levi’s very first squad respected his space, unlike Isabel. Even so, they meant something to him. He’d only seen the aftermath of their lives. He doesn’t have much of a physical memory from them. He carries the weight of being unable to protect them as they always would for him.

Then came the commander—both of them. The people he grew to appreciate. He wouldn’t dare to admit out loud they had become his friends. The two strong leaders made a great sacrifice for the sake of humanity. It was heavy. Like the death of his squad, he added that weight to the list. He could feel the hands of Erwin and Hange on his shoulders urging him on.

They’re all gone. Bittersweet memories. Repeating nightmares taunt him just when he thinks he’s got it wrapped around his head.

Through such hardships, he’s gifted with you. The war hasn’t come to an end, not yet, but you’re the only person he knows who survived countless battles from the very beginning.

You have become the only person in the entire world to whom he will cry, vent, and lean toward when he needs to. Whenever he wants to.

His comfort is his best friend. His lover. His partner in crime. That’s always going to be you.

Anyone who catches him holding your hand or kissing your cheek may find it strange. He doesn’t want to be touched by anyone, let alone touch someone himself. He’s a damn intimidating man. One look is all he needs to drive people away. And while it took some time to get to the point where he could freely be himself, the thought that he doesn’t deserve you still gnaws at him.

You treat him like a living person, not as Humanities Strongest. You went through hell and back just to get to know him, to understand him—why he acts and feels the way he does. You’ve changed him into a better man, and you’ve accepted his flaws. Your devotion and love are so innocent and pure, he knows you’d do it all over again. Just for him.

He didn’t make it easy to break down his walls. His guard was exhaustingly high. He tried to push you away in case of the day he loses you, then it wouldn’t hurt so much. But as his calloused hands find their place on the soft skin of your cheeks, eyes shining of love, giggles echoing in his ears, he doesn’t look back. You’re the one he wants to protect. Lay his life down for. A reason to look ahead.

Sometimes, you’re too busy laughing to notice he smiles when you’re this close. But you know he’s content despite how rarely he smiles.

At meetings or meals, he’ll sit across from you. There are times when he rests the tip of his boot atop yours lightly. It’s just his way of keeping in contact with you. If he decides to sit next to you, he’ll be close enough that your knees press against his gently. It did take him some time to kiss you, but he was uneasy about public displays of affection. On his own, and with your patience, he comes to terms with holding your finger or keeping a grip around your waist whenever you’re out together.

He’s a different man in private. He holds you so close, hugging you tightly like you’ll disappear if he lets go. He loves it when you come to the office late at night, settling yourself on his lap as he completes his work—writing with one hand and holding you against him with the other (he complains someone will see and that you should be getting rest, but makes no effort to get you off). When exhaustion kicks in, Levi loves to rest his head on your shoulder, keeping a hand on your thigh and gently caressing the fabric of your pants or, even better, your skin. His body weight is all on you when he’s knocked out cuddling, not that you’ve ever complained about it. Not that you ever will.

Who would’ve guessed the stoic captain had such a soft side?

Nighttime is the worst. A swarm of nightmares disturb his rest. That’s when he becomes desperate for your touch. Your chest and your lap, that’s his new favorite pillow. Your fingers playing with his hair, his undercut, or rubbing his upper back boosts his melatonin. Your arms are the safest place in such an unforgiving world. You’re a calming piece of his life he doesn’t dare to lose.

He can’t.

Even though the war isn’t over, and there’s no time to spend together, it’s your presence that aids him for a while. Even if he can’t see with his eye properly, he relies on touch. Just your hand, and he’s good.

Who would he be without you? He doesn’t want to know.

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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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Will you let the morning come soon? Or will you leave me lying here?

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I hate people who count Levi 🚩

Because he:

He protects, worries, takes care of his loved ones, even if he doesn't show it. He can talk to them in a rough way, kick, beat them. But he sincerely takes care of them

Also he:

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A6 Levi.

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I just realized that Levi has many scars on his body. I wonder how and where he got those scars aside from Zeke and Kenny 🤔

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♧they say beauty is pain.

Yeah, we know♧

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Not enough fics and headcanons where Levi is an agent of chaos (by accident). This man lived in the Underground for his entire life before being recruited by the Scouts and you're telling me he didn't have a single hiccup when acclimating? No this man gets introduced to vanilla bar soap and takes a big ol' bite outta it because he thinks it's food. It tastes like shit but Levi's had to eat gross food his whole life. He's just deeply disappointed that apparently Above has shit food too.

Cue the entire Scout regiment being fucking terrified of this 5'3 gremlin who won't stop drinking lemon scented cleaner because he can't tell the difference between that and lemonade. He licks a scented candle in front of Shadis and Erwin, makes unbreaking eye contact while doing it and then walks away.

Levi is embarrassed as fuck because he figured out it was a scented candle right AFTER he liked it and he's like "oh my god they think I'm DISGUSTING I bet Erwin thinks I'm GROSS NOW" but honestly Shadis and Erwin are like "what is he planning what does he know."

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I had to fight the urge to run up and lick my TV screen when this scene came on 🗣