#levi ackerman platonic

[rowenas-megacoven]

“Don’t start sounding like him” - please don’t get sappy with me and make this harder than it already is but the last time someone I loved said this to me I had to order him to die and I’m not ready to lose you too

“Don’t ruin what I have going” - please don’t get sappy with me and make this harder than it already is but I’ve made up my mind and it can’t be changed, please let me go

“You understand, don’t you Levi?” - I’m sorry, can you forgive me?

“Devote your heart” - I forgive you. Go

[brotheramberland]

Senseis' as fathers with a child!reader that was born blind.

Senseis' include: Kakashi Hatake, Satoru Gojo, Yami Sukehiro, and Levi Ackerman.

Please keep in mind: All character & reader interactions are purely platonic. There is NO romance. The reader is somewhere below the age of twelve and is portrayed as non-binary. These drabbles are meant to be platonic, fluffy and comforting.

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Kakashi Hatake

"Do you have a good sense of your surroundings?" Kakashi asked from where he knelt beside you.

You sported a determined expression that he couldn't help but to find both adorable and admirable. Even blind you still tried your hardest to improve your skills no matter how dangerous it may be. It made him proud and also worried him to death.

"Mhm," You nodded, tilting your head, "There's a tree five meters that way. I think I know where to go."

"Very good," Kakashi patted your back, "Just remember, if you happen to fall, I'll be right there to catch you."

"Ok, daddy," You smiled at him before focusing all your attention on using echolocation to navigate the branch you wanted to jump on. If you were going to be a ninja one day, you had to practice and train with all your might, "Here I go."

Kakashi held his breath while calmly waiting for you to make your jump, his body braced in precaution. A lump grew in his throat and sweat lightly dampened his clothes. Honestly, he might be over-thinking a bit, but he couldn't help it. He loved you so much, and while he respected your desires to train, he still worried about you tremendously.

He had lost so much in his life. Losing the most precious piece of it would cause him to go infinitely insane. Your blindness was an extreme vulnerability, and although you had grown well adapted to it, there was still much you had left to learn. And it didn't help his anxiety any when you decided to do dangerous activities like this.

In a flash, you jumped.

With a stumble, you landed perfectly on the tree branch. Wobbling to regain balance, you blushed in triumph and giggled, "Ah! Did you see that, daddy? I made it!"

Kakashi swiftly jumped onto the same branch, smiling proudly behind his mask, "Yes I did. That was well done, dongo, good job. At this rate, you'll be a ninja in no time."

Delighted by his praise, you grinned and began looking around, getting excited when you sensed yet another nearby branch. "There's another one," You grinned and went to jump.

Kakashi gasped and reached out for you, "Wait, (y/n), not so fast."

This time around, you didn't land where you were supposed to. In fact you didn't come into contact with any trees, and instead fell to the far away ground. "Ahh, daddy!" You cried.

Kakashi caught you in an instant, safely securing you in his arms while landing on a nearby branch, "You okay?"

You whimpered, hugging him tightly and frowning in failure, "Yes, but... I missed."

"That's okay," Kakashi quickly reassured you, running a soothing hand through your messy hair, "We all make mistakes. Why don't you try again, but this time, try not to let your emotions overwhelm you, ok? Often times emotions can be more blinding than blindness itself."

"But... What if I miss again?" You say sadly, "I-if I can't jump like I'm supposed to, then I'll never get to be a ninja, an-and you'll hate me, a-and I w-won't get to be like you-"

"Hey, hey, where's this coming from?" Kakashi grasped your shaking shoulders, looking into your milky, watery eyes, "Dongo, I could never hate you, so don't ever assume that, ok? And this was only your second attempt. You have plenty more to go. Don't be so hard on yourself. One of the most important things about being a ninja is never giving up. You're not giving up, are you?"

Quickly wiping your eyes, you shook your head and say softly, "Do you really think I can do it?"

Kakashi smiled and went to playfully pinch your cheek, kissing you on the forehead through his mask before saying, "I know you can. There's nothing you can't do, (y/n), and I'll always be right here by your side to make sure of that."

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Levi Ackerman

Levi was enjoying one of his rare days off from the ever tiring Survey Corps. He hadn't gotten to see you in over a week- something he chewed Erwin out for sternly. By the time he entered his house, you came rushing towards him, your tiny figure accidentally bumping into things along the way.

"What did I say about running?" He grumbled, unable to resist hugging you whenever you were close enough, "Damn runt, gonna hurt yourself."

"I missed you, daddy," You say in a mixture of sadness and excitement, your cracking voice causing him to frown, "You were gone so long. I-I was scared you wouldn't come back."

"Hmp, so much for faith," Levi ruffled your hair, relief flooding him at finally getting to be at your side again, "Has nanny been good to you?"

You whimpered a bit, your glossy eyes pointing towards the ground, "I like her, but... She doesn't let me draw... or cook... or sew."

At that answer, Levi sighed and palmed his face, cursing nonsense underneath his breath. This was a common problem for you and him; nannies and babysitters not letting you do anything fun all because you were blind. None of them had any patience or consideration and it really got on his nerves.

"Tell me she read to you at least?" He rubbed his temple, not really in the mood to threaten another dumb nanny for mistreating his child, but if he had to he would absolutely give her a piece of his mind.

Your small "yes" was the only thing that saved her.

Seeing the dejection decorating your face, Levi tapped on your nose and said, "Well, you should know it's been a while since I've had some decent food. Get your little butt in there and cook me something already."

Gasping in joy at his given permission to do one of your favorite activities, you nearly leaped into the air, twirling around and giggling excitedly, "Yay! I get to cook for daddy."

Before you could run off, Levi grabbed your hand and grumbled, "No running this time."

You grumbled back at him and marched to the kitchen with a silly pout on your face. Levi shook his head, grinning as he thought about how much he loved you. Honestly, you being blind was kind of a relief to him simply because it meant that you would never be able to fight. And being the protective father he was, he rather preferred it that way.

You were already doing such a good job at basic daily activities like reading braille, learning how to write, cooking small meals, navigating your way through familiar places, and even drawing and sewing. People said you wouldn't develop properly when you were born. Well, Levi would like to see them say that to his face now.

Taking off his jacket, Levi none-too-politely paid the nanny and threw her out of his house. Then he went into the kitchen where you were currently working on mixing eggs in a bowl, your eyes staring mindlessly at the wall. You may be blind, but you made him so unbelievably proud, you had no idea.

"I'm making your favorite, daddy," You say cheerfully when you noticed his presence.

Levi smirked and went to put some fire in the stove, "'Bout time I was spoiled."

You giggled, carefully climbed down from the chair, and walked over to him, reaching out to feel for his hand, "Can I see you?"

After getting the fire started, Levi knelt down in front of you and patiently allowed you to touch his face with your hands. You often did this during moments when he held you, your little hands gently feeling the structure of his face in an attempt to get an idea of what he really looked like.

"I missed you, daddy," You say quietly.

Levi reached forward and pulled you into a firm, loving hug, kissing the side of your cheek, "Missed you too, you little runt."

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Satoru Gojo

Who would have thought that his child would be born with beautiful crystal eyes like he himself had, and yet be cursed never to use them? Even though your disability was not his fault, Gojo still felt guiltily accountable, and always sought protecting you and making you the happiest he possibly could.

Starting a new morning, Gojo carried some fresh, folded clothes into your bedroom, quiet and stealthy. You were sleeping peacefully on your bed, your little snores causing his heart to flood with endearment. Gosh, you were so precious to him.

Setting the clothes down, Gojo knelt beside the bed and reached out to brush a gentle hand through your hair. You whimpered, your head stirring around on the pillow. "Hm? Hello? Rise and shine," He playfully sang.

You groaned softly, your body stretching out as your eyes squinted open. "Mm... Daddy?" You reached out to feel for him as your eyes stayed aimed towards the ceiling.

"Morning, my little angel," Gojo grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently, "Time to get up."

"Are you taking me to work today?" You asked curiously, tilting your head towards him, your hand tensing within his own larger one, "What if they don't like me?"

"Are you kidding me? They're gonna love you," Gojo blew raspberries and laughed, "And if they don't, then guess what? More butts' for me to leave my ultra-famous, Gojo styled foot print on."

Giggling at his joke, you reached out with your free hand and go to feel the blind-fold covering his powerful eyes, "I wish I could be more like you."

That sent a bullet roaring through Gojo's heart. He absolutely hated it when you degraded yourself and/or claimed that you wished you were different. It broke his heart more than you could ever imagine. "Hmm, well I love you just the way you are," He said casually.

"In fact I'd give up my own eyes any day to be just like you; free house, free food, the world's most riveting, handsome dad (if I do say so myself), and of course the opportunity to never have to work in a dangerous environment," Gojo smiled and patted your head, "There are plenty of reasons to be like you. Quit being so negative- you'll make the walls cry- and they don't even have eyes."

Letting go of your hand, Gojo grabbed your clothes and unceremoniously tossed them onto your face, "Hurry, hurry, or I'll eat all of the breakfast. Hm? Breakfast... Oh no, the breakfast!"

Sensing your father quickly disappear, you only manage to frown when the fire alarms began going off seconds later. Looks like he burnt breakfast... Again...

After you got dressed, brushed your teeth and headed down the hallway, you grimaced at the stench of burnt eggs. Goodness, what a silly father you had, but you loved him. Coming to a stop at the table where you sensed he was sitting at, you timidly held out a single band of cloth.

"Oh? What's this?" Gojo asked nonchalantly, pretending not to be embarrassed about, yet again, burning breakfast, "A scarf?"

"I... I thought that maybe... S-since I'm blind, maybe I could wear something like what you wear to cover your eyes. Then that way..." You frowned, tilting your nose down at the ground, "That way they won't know I'm blind. They'll think I'm strong, like you."

If your words could be knives, then they would have just sliced right through his chest. Still though, he managed to maintain his optimistic, calm persona, "What? You wanna lie to your new friends? Well that's not very nice. Their hearts would be broken in seconds."

"But..." You whimpered.

"Listen, (y/n)," Gojo reached out to grasp your shoulder, squeezing it gently, "You're not like me. You will never be anything like me. Why- you may ask? Because you're already a million times better."

You sniffled, leaning in to hug him, grateful that he so greatly accepted and loved you no matter how flawed you were, "I love you, daddy."

"I love you too, little angel who is stronger and cooler and- while I hate to admit it- better looking than me," Gojo teased, your laughter his haven that he could live in forever.

He loves you, (y/n), remember that.

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Yami Sukehiro

Yami, in general, was already extremely protective of you, especially after he discovered that you would forever be blind. Now that's not to say that he didn't encourage you to push past your limits. In fact he helped you train all the time. But see, the only problem he had with you training was when you trained by yourself.

And when he found out that you had been flying around on a broom by yourself thus leading to the breaking of your arm, Yami just about tore the rooftops off buildings with his sheer rage alone.

He was in the medical ward giving Magna and Luck a good scolding until you came prattling up, your arm perfectly healed by healing-magic. "Daddy, please stop being mean to Magna and Luck," You whined, tears in your eyes as you lightly shook, "I'm sorry. It's my fault... I went outside without their permission and rode the broom... It's my fault."

The entire ward went dead silent as Yami turned all his attention to you. Considering how bad his temper could get, you were pretty brave for admitting your mistake. And the look on your face; embarrassed, frightened and sad. He knew that you were telling the truth.

"Alright then," Yami relaxed and stepped forward to take your healed hand in his, his voice calm as he said, "Think it's 'bout time you and I had a little chat."

You whimpered but otherwise said nothing the entire time your father lead you just outside the ward. You knew from how he treated others that making him angry resulted in a scary outcome, and you worried what he would do to you now that you've finally done something to upset him. You felt bad too. Sad and regretful.

Once you were outside, Yami let go of your hand and lit a cigarette, "So... Ya just thought ya could do whatever the heck ya wanted to, huh?"

You tensed, your blind eyes staring at the ground, "I did a bad thing. I'm sorry, daddy."

Yami considered you. Unlike other people who annoyed him, he had never really ever gotten mad at you. Seeing how scared you were right now was suffocating enough to make him pout. Was he really making you that uncomfortable? But... He was your father. You shouldn't have to feel uncomfortable around him.

"Ya know, if this were me an' my dad, I woulda' already got my head beat in," Yami blew out a cloud of smoke, "Lucky for you though, I ain't him... I do wanna know one thing though- If all ya wanted to do was ride a damn broom, why didn't ya ask for help?"

You swayed back and forth, fiddling with your hands, "'Cause... You don't need help, an'..."

Ah. So you wanted to be like him. Yami closed his eyes in understanding. "Squirt, get over here an' look at me," Yami crouched down and guided your tiny hand to rest against the side of his face.

He in return cupped your face, gazing into your foggy eyes and saying, "I don't need help 'cause I'm all grown an' got full control over my mana. You're still a tiny, little sprout. Now if ya wanna train, that's fine, but 'till then, you train when someone else is around to help, ya hear?"

You nodded, your lower lip wobbling, "Yes, daddy."

"Eh? I go easy on ya an' you're still about'a cry? Talk about sensitive," Yami chuckled a bit, gently whacking your nose with his thumb.

"I-it's not you, daddy, I..." You whimpered, your body buckling up, "When I fell- i-it... It was just so scary a-and it hurt..."

Oh. Yami's face bloomed with realization. Oh... That was your first traumatic experience, huh? No wonder you were so upset. At first he thought about teasing you or making a sarcastic remark, but ultimately decided against it.

Instead he settled for wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his large chest. "It'll be alright, squirt. You're tough. You'll pull through. Everything's gonna be alright, ya hear?"

Soaking up his comforting warmth and attention, you whimpered and nodded, trying your hardest to hide in the safety of his chest. Your father was so strong and comforting. With him around, it was guaranteed that you would always be safe.

[7077070707]

Hey!if you do headcanons can you do platonic relationship headcanons for Mikasa and Reiner and maybe a parental relationship with Levi?also you don’t have to do all of them lolol (and I would prefer a fem reader please!)

aot platonic relationship headcannons

ft — levi ackerman, mikasa ackerman, reiner braun.

warnings — none, which is surprising for something aot related

a/n — MY FIRST REQUEST! I’M SO HAPPY!

LEVI ACKERMAN

you and all the rest of the gang lowkey viewed levi as a father figure of some sorts.

it makes sense since you were orphaned and young, craving for parental affection and stuff.

you all had been through a lot together, and levi’s dealt with a lot of loss in his lifetime.

he would let the beast titan chuck him like a baseball before ever admitting he held any amount of care for you (but we all know it’s in there somewhere).

he’s a great mentor and parental figure, despite being harsh.

i definitely feel like you could just go and vent to him about whatever, and he’d either just sit there and listen silently or give a few words of advice.

DEFINITELY the type to scold you. you and the crew would be doing all kinds of shit (obv spurred on by hange) and he’d be on the verge of losing his shit.

“for god’s sake, would you all just FUCK O–”

but usually when he’s annoyed by your antics, he’d just glare at you or say “tch..” under his breath.

a great hand to hand combat teacher, but you’d get absolutely shitted on whenever you’d fight him. 

he’d blankly state where you went wrong, what you could’ve done, or if you missed a blind spot as he’s throwing out punches and sidestepping. 

after the sessions, you’d always leave with a bunch of muscle pain and bruises.

calls you brat so frequently to the point it was a bit of a shocker whenever he’d call you by your actual name.

you and the squad have accidentally called him ‘dad’ on MANY occasions and usually he’d just side eye you.

gets so MAD whenever a place is unclean or if you’ve made a mess.

“y/n.. get over here. clean this mess you’ve made. 

“on it dad!” you’d salute and he’d threaten to throw you into a titans mouth if you didn’t hurry the fuck up.

overall, a traumatised man makes an elite parental figure for a bunch of equally traumatised teenagers.

MIKASA ACKERMAN

you guys met in the cadet corps, and you were basically in awe with how she seemed to do everything so effortlessly. 

you noticed how she hung around with eren and armin a lot, but stayed alone whenever all the girls stayed in the barracks. 

it wasn’t that she was hostile, she was just quiet and probably passed the eyes of a lot of people. 

you decided to make your way up to her and strike up a conversation. at first, you could tell she was quite reserved, but overtime as your friendship blossomed you grew fond of her dry humour and passive expression.

through mikasa, you also grew quite close to eren and armin. 

through you, mikasa got closer to the rest of the squad. 

DEFINITELY the mother hen of the group. 

constantly badgering you over injuries you suffered, or telling you to eat or to get some rest. 

would probably slam you during training sessions, but would try her best to help you with technique and forms. 

i feel like she’s the type of person to ominously hover behind you as you’re talking to someone else and kinda just stare at them until they get uncomfortable and leave.

it wouldn’t even be on purpose, she just wanted to hang around you silently. 

HOWEVER, could definitely scare off someone who’s visibly pissing you off with a silent death stare.

the best person to tell secrets to, she would never tell a soul.

late night talks where you’d just talk about everything and anything under the stars.

she’d open up to you about eren and the mixed feelings she felt about him.

you’d also open up to her about whatever, and she’d be the best listener.

gives very straightforward advice but it’s oddly comforting.

overall, a 10/10 friend in whether you want someone to confide in, or someone to beat a dude’s ass. 

REINER BRAUN (before the armoured titan reveal)

best older brother figure!!!!!

for some reason, it felt easy to trust him.

he was just a dude everyone liked and respected, since he was so good natured and down to earth.

he’d also give crazy bear hugs.

you’d widen your arms for a casual hug and he’d absolutely engulf you.

it may or may not seem like it, but he’s got a great sense of humour.

i feel like he’d be scarily good at card games.

he’d teach you how to shuffle and how to play loads of random games.

the only time you were ever able to beat him was in a game of snap, but that was only because he sneezed the moment the cards were matched up and you slapped your hands on top of them.

you cheer and celebrate, and he just lets you have it despite the unfair circumstances.

but don’t think he’ll ever let you win again. 

has really good vibes and is just a guy you can’t hate.

overall, a very great and supportive buddy.

[prizzzyyy]

No. No. Stay. Stay. I can't do this. I can't. Stay. Stay. I can't. I need you. I can't. Don't go. Don't go. You can't do this to me. You can't. Stay. Stay. Stay. How could i ever-. No. No. I can't. Stay. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. I need you to stay. How could i ever let you go?. No. I can't. I can't. Stay. Please. Please. Please. Please. Stay. Stay. Stay. please...

"Devote your heart"

[thecuriousquest]

We’ve seen what Levi is like in pregnancy but what is he like as a dad?

Platonic Yan!Dad Levi Headcanons

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs

Warnings: Platonic yandere themes, child reader, over protective tendencies, controlling behavior, punishment spanking with a belt, missing person

Checkout my Master List here.

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When reader is ten years old:

☕️He’s hella strict. You have an early bedtime, and you always have to wake up early as well. He makes sure you stay polished and hygienic because of his OCD. He shows you how to clean up after yourself, and if he even finds a stray toy in the living room, he’ll make you stop whatever it is you’re doing so that you can put it away.

☕️Levi is very over protective of you. He 100% will not let you even think about joining the corps. “I wanna be just like daddy when I grow up!” He gives you a withering look as dread immediately fills him. No, sweetie, no you don’t. You have no idea what it means to be a soldier, to see your comrades die right in front of you, to have to keep on fighting while others are left behind. You have no idea what hell you’ll have to go through to even awaken the Ackerman gene. He’ll sit you down and tell you in a short lecture that you will never be a soldier in the corps.

☕️He wants to see you succeed in life, but you can succeed with a tame job as a flower shop or book store owner.

☕️Levi is hiring soldiers who are equipped enough to be bodyguards. He makes sure that they have enough strength to be able to defend you against Titans or any sort of danger in case he’s not there.

☕️He makes his love for you known when he’s tucking you into bed at night and telling you a story his mother used to tell him when he was a child. He gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead before you go to sleep.

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When reader is fifteen:

☕️He is still over protective of you and very strict. You claim that you’re old enough to not need body guards, and you’re still very adamant about wanting to join the corps. You’ll pout at him, “I’m probably the only Ackerman that doesn’t have any cool powers like you.”

☕️He’ll just brush you off and say, “And you never will be. Now, go study.”

☕️When you try to go behind his back to apply for the Survey Corps (honestly, he’s the captain. What did you expect?) he’s walking you all the way home while pinching your ear.

☕️“Papa, stop! It hurts!”

☕️Because of his childhood, he would never take a meal away from you as a punishment. He isn’t a fan of locking you in your room either, but it gets the job done. He busts your ass with his belt and grounds you, and you have to go to sleep on your stomach.

☕️He makes sure to spend time with you because he doesn’t always want you to see him as this strict father figure. He wants you to know that you can talk to him about what’s going on in your life.

☕️You try to tell him you have a crush on the boy who lives across the street from you, and that boy suddenly goes missing (assumed to have been fooling around by the wall). So sad for you. Papa Levi is there to console you.

[theintrovertedextrovert]

'Departure'

Denial

VS

Acceptance.

[l0v3rg1ri]

Heya! Could a request a platonic!Levi Ackerman x cadet!reader? The reader used to live in the underground and kind of finds a sort of kinship with Levi, bonding over their shared trauma- if that makes sense

Ofc, no pressure to write this! But, if you do write it, I hope you have fun with it!!

Writer note:

Hello! Thank you for requesting <3! And ofc! I would love to write this fun idea! :3 He might be abit ooc, but hopefully not so much! I made a small snip it and a headcannon area since I didn't know which one you wanted! -----------------

Tw: Mention of child trafficking

Platonic!Levi Ackerman x Cadet!Reader who comes from the under-ground "Instead of seeking people who can stop the bleeding, we're attracted to those with similar wounds, who may not know how to find a way out of the darkness, but suffice, simply because they're in the same boat as us."

Headcannon:

his first reaction to hearing a cadet being from the underground was a bit mixed. For one, the undergrounds weren't an area a child would normally be unless they were from a poor or broken family. Even in dark cases, child trafficking. Another is, he doesn't like to get into people's personal life so he just shrugs it off. I imagine him being surprised but also not that interested to just ask you about it.

If you did decide to talk to him and figure out more about him he'll turn interested about how you got to the undergrounds. He will say a thing or two of his own experience in the start of you both talking.

Once you tell him how you got there he can react multiple way. For one if you were from a poor family he'd feel connected to that since he grew up dirty and without anything. The only money and resources coming from his mother who was a prostitute.

But if you were a child being trafficked he'd feel anger rise. His mother was a prostitute and was trafficked into that lifestyle because of lack of resources. Seeing her cry and wonder what she can do and even if she could continue whilst having Levi as a young child at home while she was gone for hours. That's one hell of an image stuck in his head ever since he was a child. He couldn't imagine a young child or teenager going through that made his world crumble. He always hated children getting hurt even if he had no interest in having his own or even being around children

The more and more you both continue to talk he felt like he met someone who could relate to him besides his old friends. He grew comfort in knowing someone could relate and he wasn't the only who had these feelings.

soon he started to see you like a sibling or his child you could say. Talking to you more and checking up on you, though he never gave special treatment during training since he wanted you to grow as your own person just like him, yet he also wanted you to defend yourself enough against titans.

he starts giving you small head pats and small learning lessons he's gotten from Erwin when he was first brought into the Survey Corps. Though he changed a couple of things to make it more understanding.

If you ever gained some sort of mental health disorder then he would try his best to help. In this period of time mental health disorders wouldn't be known as much, but Levi as far as he was concern he knew these were stress signs since he had gotten PTSD from his time of serving and even his underground times. So he would spend nights with you giving you tea and calming you down even if it was just sitting in silence.

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It was night time and Levi was awake since he couldn't fall asleep for some odd reason. Sitting in his office drinking tea and just writing papers and papers. Documents he had to fill days ago and he had fallen behind. Suddenly his peace of silence was broken by a light knock at his door. He sighed as he spoke up. "come in"

The door made a small creak as it was open before letting out a loud thud as it was shut. He raised an eyebrow at who entered but soon recognized the familiar face. "Couldn't sleep again?"

"no....I keep getting those weird pauses again" you shrugged as you took a seat on one of the chairs in front of his desk. "mh...you want me to make that tea for you again or?" Levi asked as he looked up at you from looking at his papers. You nodded your head as he stood up and went to a small area of his office. He had his personal area to make tea since he didn't want to walk all the way down to the kitchen to make his tea. Once he was finished he settled down the cup in front of you as he sat down drinking his own tea while the sounds of rain hit against the window. "Levi...does..it ever go away?"

The question surprised him before he just sighed putting down the papers he held in his hands. "no...some may say scars will heal, but they never do. Scars can't go away no matter what you do. You can bandage them, wash them, cover them, or just ignore them. Yet they will always be there because huge scars aren't always healed up. You need to come to terms that the scar is there and always will be and the only thing you can do is understand why the scar is there." "as much as it is shitty to feel like crap you can't heal a wound, but you can learn to live with it and understand why it's there. Learn to grow and understand the world." he sighed as he stared right at you. His grey eyes looking genuine and comforting. He looked back down and then noticed the time. "how about you go to bed now? you need your strength for tomorrows training" "I want to stay just for abit.."

"be my guest then, but if you wake up tired don't blame me and I'll make sure to kick your ass if you can't function tomorrow" "I know sir" "good.."

---------------------------- I hope you enjoyed this! It was a very fun prompt and I loved writing it! :3 Hope you liked it !!

[midnightlee25]

Random Yandere Headcanons: Platonic Yandere: Older Brother Levi Ackerman

He will be very salty if they turn out to be taller than him. 

He is very overprotective to almost being controlling. 

He does treat them kind-of babyishly but also as their age it’s a weird mix that he has going on. 

He does love and care for them deeply; he just shows it in different ways.  

Besides his protectiveness he always makes sure that whatever he is doing they get a share of it. Example if he was planning on eating, he would have a plate ready for them as well. 

He can be strict with them more or less than with the cadets. It all just depends on how they behave.

[popcaki]

Hello! How about a platonic friendship Levi x artist reader?

Content warning: none. Not proofread Requests are open I hope to improve my writing! I apologize if anything is OOC.

None of the other soldiers were around during this time and maybe it was the quiet nature of it that was welcoming, perhaps it depended on how you were feeling that day. Occasionally, after dinner when all the other soldiers had returned to the barracks or were occupied with other duties, you and Levi would meet in the mess hall for a cup of tea. Over time, it became a sort of ritual at this point, that the two of you shared together, there was nothing planned really it just sort of happened over time and at this point, you even knew exactly how the captain liked his tea since he made it the exact same way each time. While you drank whichever beverage or drink you were in the mood for.

You shifted slightly on the wooden chair as it creaked and you had your drink on the table. Although no Levi was in sight as your head turned to look at the doorway to the mess hall. It wasn’t as if you and him had ever scheduled to sit together, because neither of you did that and the captain was quite the busy man and frankly not the most socially competent person when it came to what was acceptable or not in social settings. While you did exchange some personal details and attempted to share a few laughs, he wasn't exactly your friend. However, you two were merely comrades, and while true comradery existed with everyone, it’s outright difficult to gain genuine connections while being in the Survey Corps as a result of the high mortality rate. Dismissing any of these nagging thoughts of insecurity and doubt that began to seep in, you were determined not to let them cloud your mind. You simply took out one of your sketchbooks and put it on the table with a thud. These post-dinner moments afford you the luxury of a moment for yourself and the time for you to indulge in drawing. Taking a sip of your drink and opening the sketchbook, now ready to draw and let your creativity flow. As the pen’s tip makes contact with the paper you find yourself sitting there, your gaze fixed on the white paper of your handy sketchbook. Oh no, the all too familiar art block had struck again, just when you've managed to carve out some precious time to actually draw. You emitted an audible groan, as you lowered your head onto the sketchbook in what felt like a moment of defeat. However, it doesn’t take long before your determination comes back as you sit up properly on the wooden chair and stretch your back. There was no way you’d give up now, you couldn’t afford it, not when you’ve not had time to draw for days. Perhaps you could find an object in the room to study, you had kept studying at arm's length for a while now, and while it may not be particularly captivating it wouldn’t hurt to do it. As quickly as that idea comes to you, your mind began to wander to other ideas. Maybe you could find someone and ask them if they could be a model for you as you draw a portrait of them. As you tap the pen against your cheek, lost in deep thought, thinking more about what to draw than the actual physical act of drawing, your face unconsciously started to contort as you closed your eyes hard and your mouth turned into a thoughtful pout. Sitting there for a few minutes just thinking, with your face like that, if someone would walk by they’d probably wonder what you were doing-

''Tch, Are you trying to take a shit or something?''A voice interrupted your thoughts and you almost jumped in your seat. Your eyes dart to the source of the voice only to see the all too familiar short man standing by the table holding a teacup. ''No, I was not in fact trying to… defecate. Just trying to get myself out of this block.'' Levi sits down opposite of you with a sigh taking a sip of his warm tea, his exhausted eyes not even meeting yours. ''Good, because that would be absolutely disgusting if you were.'' He dryly states.

You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle in response. ''You weren’t here during your usual time so I assumed you were busy. A meeting?'' You remarked, Levi then took a moment to respond, calmly sipping his tea. ''Yeah and eyebrows took his damn time, it wasn’t anything pivotal, that I can tell you.'' He mutters, placing his cup back down on the table. Although curiosity almost got the better of you, tempting to press further and ask him about the meeting. You rather quickly take notice of the evident exhaustion on his face, so you decide to leave that topic swiftly. ''I see. Well, it's good that it wasn't anything too pressing'' Levi turns his gaze down to the sketchbook before looking back up with a raised eyebrow. ''what sort of block are you dealing with?'' He asks, his question catching you slightly off guard, as it’s often a surprise when he displays any genuine intrigue even if mild. You eagerly take the opportunity to share your interests. ''An art block.'' You simply state.

''A what?'' The captain slightly raises his eyebrows and squints, a mild expression that could only be described as puzzled, ''You know, those moments when it’s quite difficult to come up with drawing ideas and struggle to be able to put it down on paper.''

''That sounds stupid.'' He comments dryly, ''Have you considered disciplining yourself better?'' He retorts, failing to grasp the fundamental concept of creativity in art and what goes on when you make it.

''Come on, art is not like physical training or fighting. It requires time because creativity is something you have to let your mind process. Developing an idea before you even start the physical drawing aspect,'' You turn the pages in your sketchbook and showcase him a page with a few sketches on it, ''And sometimes your idea also develops while you’re drawing.'' You point out to him while showing a few sketches, ones he's already familiar with since you've previously shared them with enthusiasm. As you started to share insight about your work, delving into each piece, detailing how the ideas came to you and the process of working on it, Levi simply patiently listened to you.

''Quite intriguing,'' Levi remarks with a touch of sarcasm. You can't help but feel a slight pout forming, feeling like you had to prove yourself, to prove your point in some way. While you do hold respect for the captain, there are times when he could be a real arse at times. ''Okay fine look here,'' You open a blank page in your sketchbook and began sketching out basic shapes. ''What are you doing?'' Levi asks and you quickly hush him. ''Just watch and see what I mean.'' Levi squints his eyes as he leans against the table and watches you sketch. As you sketch out a circle Levi couldn’t help but comment. ''Is that your attempt at drawing a dung beetle rolling a ball of shit.'' You immediately pause and look up at him with a deadpan expression. ''Is shit jokes all you can make? No, I am putting down shapes so it’ll be easier to draw.'' Levi just scoffs lightly in response and remains quiet as he silently observes you draw. You commented here and there on the art itself while it was beginning to take shape after a few minutes, looking like a person. ''Where are their clothes?'' Levi points out, and you couldn’t help but mutter a curse under your breath while also letting out a chuckle at the same time, it was evident he was deliberately attempting to provoke you. ''I have a slight suspicion you’re intentionally trying to piss me off.'' You couldn’t help but feel the corners of your mouth twitch in amusement. You knew Levi enough by now that he wasn’t trying to be actually mean to hurt your feelings. His words somehow did get you out of your block though.

''Since you can’t stop commenting on what I’m doing, why don’t you attempt drawing yourself.'' You smile as you push your sketchbook to him and put the pencil down next to it, delighted to see captain Levi attempt to draw. ''No.'' Levi simply states the wooden chair creaks as he leans back in it and crosses his arms, ''Oh, why not? please?'' You practically plead. Levi sighs, clenching his jaw a bit. ''It serves me no purpose to.'' He admits dryly. Perhaps trying to give him the puppy dog eyes would convince him. ''Please? for me?''

Levi maintained an unflinching gaze, his expression deadpan and unmoving. He was not one bit amused at your attempt to pull off that trick on him. ''Fine, but let’s be clear, it’s only because whatever the fuck you were trying to do there with your face was annoying. I don’t want to see that again, is that clear?'' ''Yes, sir.'' You gulp a bit, forgetting he was your superior after all. ''Tch.'' He lets out, not happy with you calling him sir. ''Don’t call me that, it makes me feel old.'' He mutters as he picks up the pen. ''But you kind of are old?'' You grin a bit, however, you regret saying that immediately after. ''Do you want me to fucking draw or not?'' Levi retorts.

You simply nod and he removes his attention from you and back to the paper. Levi was holding his pen slightly too tight and a subtle grimace was present on his face as he started to draw on the paper. You couldn’t help but watch, quite intrigued, but soon found yourself genuinely perplexed about what he was trying to actually draw. Wondering if you should encourage him or get back at him, you choose the latter. ''Is that a potato?'' You point to the object he was drawing. ''No.'' He muttered, not even looking up at you.

The drawing begins to develop and the shapes become a bit more familiar, you think at least, you weren’t sure, ''Is that a dog?'' You genuinely question this time. ''No, it’s a horse.'' Levi responds, hesitantly following it with, ''Alright, now I get how it felt to be in your position.'' He concedes with a grumble, acknowledging defeat in a way. Feeling a sense of triumph you smile to yourself.

Levi continues to draw, struggling a bit as he accidentally smudges some stuff, trying to erase stuff only to then redraw things. You quickly get him a tissue, fully aware that Levi wouldn't appreciate the lingering coal residue on his hands. Grateful, Levi acknowledges your gesture with a nod, cleaning his fingers quite thoroughly. When done Levi then proceeds and continues, he sketches what appears to be somebody on a horse with a tree next to it, he also for some reason gives the person what you would assume to be massive eyebrows.

It quickly dawns on you who Levi is actually drawing and you try to contain a laugh. It was the commander, he was attempting to draw Erwin Smith himself. ''Is that who I think it is.’’ You almost snort. ''What do you think?'' Levi responds back crudely as he looks up and puts down the pen, seemingly finished, ''You got his eyebrows right, that’s for sure. Hold it up for me?'' Levi reluctantly holds the drawing up so you can take a closer look, a small pout forming on his face.

''Well… the drawing is… nice.'' You give him a cheesy smile, ''It’s got personality, that’s what matters.'' You add, Levi scoffs in response and puts down the paper clearly not too happy. ''Shut up…'' You felt a bit bad, it’s not something you thought you’d ever see from him, it appeared he might’ve been embarrassed about not being the most professional artist. That’s what it at least seems to you, it was hard to tell when it comes to Levi sometimes. ''I’m sorry, genuinely though, I do appreciate you taking your time drawing and letting me watch. Maybe I could help teach you sometime?'' You tried to be helpful this time feeling like you shouldn’t make fun of him any more, feeling too guilty about it. He remained silent and looked away. ''yeah, sure.''

''Perhaps you should show this to the commander too, I’m sure he’d appreciate it!'' you quickly add, ''Absolutely not.'' He growled.

Thank you for reading, this is the first reader fic I've done. I am really sorry if Levi is OOC or anything like that. Quite a challenge to write. I hope to improve my writing by doing these requests as I know there's a lot of work to do on it. I couldn't help but also do a little sketch of how I personally visualised how Levi drew his drawing, so here's a little bonus!

[the-fantasy-maker]

Hello people!

This is my first ever AOT x Reader attempt so it isn't gonna be perfect! I might keep writing more idk, but it all will be platonic. That's all basically. Hope ya'all enjoy. 🖤

Levi x gn!injured reader (platonic)

You, growing up with Levi since the underground, were like a sibling to him. Someone who has been through hell with him. Someone who he sweared to protect no matter what.

That being said, he trusted you and your skills. He knew you could handle yourself just fine. No one underestimated you and your strength. But even so he could not help himself but to worry. Not that he would show it.

His eyes scanned every single corner as he flyed effortlessly with his ODM gear through the half demolished town. Hoping to catch a sight of you. Alive and unharmed.

"Tch". He grumbled to himself as his brows furrowed in distress, unable to deny his distraught thoughts.

Landing on one of the buildings with ease, he observed the debries down. All he could see was destroyed buildings.

Not far from where he was, he noticed a titan running mindlessly toward a building. He contemplated his decision for a second wether to kill the monster or just leave it be so he could start over looking for you.

Deciding to finish off the titan, he swiftly swayed in air, landing a firm and deadly slice to its nape before the giant fell down with a loud thud, motionless.

From the corner of his eye he caught glimpse of a green cape on the ground not too far from him. Turning his head to it, his stoice eyes widened in disbelieve.

Your (e/c) eyes, half opened, staring at the half clouded sky. Seemingly about to rain any moment now.

You winced in pain as you clutched your bloodied side with your left hand. Not able to move your right arm too much, as you tried to sit up, only to fall back down instantly. Feeling pain all over your body.

You came crashing down hard minutes ago while trying to kill a titan. But you acted too recklessly, as the titan snatched the wire on your ODM gear, sending you flying to a building.

Your right shoulder getting dislocated on the first impact. Trying to stabilize yourself as you fell, you lost grip on one of your swords, the blade breaking into pieces on the second impact falling down, the sharp shards lunging to your right side. You were sure you sprained one of your ankles too since at the moment you didn't feel much due to adrenaline.

You didn't know how long has it been since you were lying there, staring at the sky.

Blood covering your right side, hand and clothes, it felt warm. Making a small red puddle beside you, yet you shivered in cold.

"(Y/N)!"

You heard someone calling your name. Completely missing the loud thud due to your hazy mind.

"(Y/N)!"

Again! Your lips turned to a small smile, thinking you heard Levi. To you it seemed as if you were only dreaming. Untill a hand cupped your cheek gently, jolting you awake from your hazed thoughts.

"Hey! Eyes on me!" His grey eyes scanned your form as he kneeled beside you, taking note of your injuries. It seemed his brows furrowed even further and frown even deeper.

Shakely calling his name, his eyes turned to your eyes. "I messed up."

Admitting, you wince as your breath hitched. Your eyes fluttering.

"Shh! Keep your eyes open." His voice stern, but you could see his eyes softening as he carefully and gently picked you up in his strong arms. At this point he didn't care about the blood making his hands and uniform dirty.

Letting out few grunts as the pain soared in your body, Levi almost regreted his choice of actions. No matter what he did, you still were going to be in pain. He didn't like it, but he didn't have any other choice. If you were going to make it, he had to take you back to the medics as soon as he could.

The side effect of losing blood finally catching up, you felt light headed. Your lids feeling heavy no matter how much you tried to keep them open.

"Stay awake. Don't you dare fall asleep." His voice lulled you even deeper into closing your eyes and just sleeping.

"Sorry..." You managed before your eyes closed completely, body going limp as your head rested on his chest.

"Tch. Brat! Stay with me." He couldn't help letting his voice waver. He couldn't lose you too. He wasn't ready to lose you. Not yet.

His speed increased. Holding you close, his grip tightened around you. He wanted to make sure you are still there. He wanted to make sure you survived. He wished he wasn't so late...

You felt a single drop of water on your bloodied cheek before your consciousness slipped away completely.

'Was it the rain?' You wondered.

[okkotszn]

Can I request a teen reader with an overprotective Levi who reader sees as a brother and Levi sees reader as a younger sister? Platonic ofc. I don't mind if it's headcanons or a drabble, whatever you prefer. Hope you're having a good day!!:) (I hope this makes sense😅)

overprotective levi

olderbrotherfigure!levi ackerman x reader (platonic)

warnings: none that i can think of!

a/n - omg guys im back…can u guys tell i’ve been insanely busy?? This is a short one too, i hope its good!

never wants you to feel uncomfortable around the others and if you are he will do anything to make sure you’re ok

if he sees anyone that unsettles him approach you, he will be by your side in an instant, ready to scare them off if they bother you

you guys are two halves to a whole and just can’t imagine life without the other

he definitely has a soft spot for you and only you

you two met when you both needed someone by your side and have been inseparable since

he goes to you for advice when he doesn’t know what to do and you do the same

levi will always have an extra cup of tea made for you

cleaning buddies!!! until he gets frustrated because you cant do the smallest thing right…then you watch from the side

both of you are known for your amazing fighting skills, and you have levi to thank as he taught you everything you know!

you’ve been trying to get him to open up to the others, but nothing you do seems to work :( maybe its good that you unlock a side of him nobody else gets to see

[violentjo]

Gabi and Levi was an unexpected paring I didn’t know I needed. ♥️♥️

[brotheramberland]

Hello I was wondering if you could do a platonic relationship with Zuko Levi Kakashi , Gojo with their child that’s like a totally a daddy’s kid(?😭) that wants be like them when they grow up and just looks up to them so much and just mimic the things they do and just follows them+how would they feel about it 🥹🫶

Anime characters as fathers with a child!reader.

Characters include: Zuko, Kakashi Hatake, Levi Ackerman, and Satoru Gojo.

Summary: The character's reaction to their child who looks up to them and aspires to be exactly like them.

Please keep in mind: All character and reader interactions are purely platonic. There is NO romance. The reader is somewhere below the age of twelve and is portrayed as non-binary. These drabbles are meant to be platonic, fluffy and comforting.

Notes: For @bellhella. Hi las, I hope you're doing grand. Cute request too, I enjoyed writing it. I added a tiny splash of angst but everything is still pretty fluffy. I try to make each individual drabble unique and different so that viewers can experience a variety of emotions. I hope that's alright. Remember to keep your head up, stay safe and stay awesome!

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Fire Lord Zuko

Ever since you were an infant, you had always clung to him and taken after him, claiming that you wanted to be just like him when you grew up. It was an attitude that Zuko found endearing and it made him beam with pride. After all of his past mistakes, a part of him was against your aspirations, but he wouldn't let his own insecurities get in the way of your dreams.

At a surprisingly young age- barely over your toddler years- you had requested to train. And train you did. Constantly you were trying your hardest to learn new maneuvers, techniques and skills. When you mastered something, you always sought his approval and praise. Zuko was impressed by how well you accepted constructive criticism and fought to grow.

During meetings or speeches, you would always sit back quietly and observe him. Then later Zuko would have to clear out rooms so that you could pretend like you were the fire lord giving hundreds of people a big, inspirational speech. Just like him.

Zuko, to say the least, was extremely proud of how you were growing and exceeding in life. He was just as attached to you as you were to him, and he would do anything to help you grow up to be healthier, happier and safer than he ever got to be during his childhood.

Today you had been training outside. Your father had been teaching you how to spit fire by using the strength of your stomach. Despite how strict and serious he could be, Zuko loved how you displayed your own ways of having fun. You say you want to be just like him, but you were also just so unmistakably 'you' and he loved that.

But today you did something that he didn't quite like.

"Daddy," You turned towards your father on the bench you were sitting on, "Will you... Will you burn my eye? The left one."

And the way your question made Zuko feel on the inside was far more painful than any lightning strike could ever be. He dropped his goblet and froze, unable to believe that you could ask such a thing. You wanted him to 'burn' you? Burn you in such a way similar to how he had been burned?

"Dad?" You asked in light concern.

Zuko shot up, his hair swishing as he went to stand in front of you, "You- don't you dare ask for something like that ever again. Do you hear me?"

Flinching, you gape and stutter in fear at his sudden outburst of anger, "I..." You didn't know what to say, "I-I'm sorry, I... I just wanted to be like you-"

"By wanting me to burn you? That's how you justify yourself right now? Nonsense. I will not tolerate this irrational behavior. If you ever ask me or anyone else to burn you again, then I swear on my life you will regret it, do you understand me?"

You couldn't believe he was so angry. You stiffened up, tears pouring out your eyes.

Zuko nearly shouted, his arms shaking, "I said 'do you understand me'?"

"Yes," You cried, burying your face in your hands, "I'm sorry, ok. I'm sorry. Please don't be mad, daddy, please-uhh... I'm sorry."

Breathing fast, Zuko stared at you and felt a sudden cloud of guilt envelope him, and he frowned in regret. He didn't mean to be so harsh, nor did he want you to cry. He just... He just couldn't stand the thought of you suffering in any of the ways he himself had to.

Calming down, Zuko took in a deep breath and went to kneel in front of you. He reached out, grabbed your hands and gently coaxed them away from your face, "I'm sorry."

Using a spare handkerchief, Zuko gently cleaned your teary eyes and running nose, "I didn't mean to get so angry with you. I was just... You have to understand, (y/n), not all parts of me are honorable, and that includes this mark. My father gave me this mark because he despised me, and... Well... I don't despise you, so even if I did burn you it wouldn't be the same. It would never be the same."

Zuko cupped your face and stroked his thumb over your left cheek, "Please know that I am grateful that we are not the same in this way, and I hope that we never will be."

"I'm sorry..." You croak, still ashamed of yourself, "I didn't know."

"It's okay," Zuko lifted his arms out, "It's okay. I'm not angry."

Standing up, you go to bury yourself into the divine safety of your father's arms, sadness still beating within your heart, "I love you, daddy."

Zuko smiled and hugged you close, "I love you too, (y/n), and I can't wait to see what an excellent fire lord you're going to become one day. Even greater than me."

You whimpered, still upset but lifted by his faith and understanding. You had made a mistake today, but it was okay. You would never do it again. And while you would like to be just like your father in every way that counts, there were some things that could never be the same no matter how similar the situation.

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Levi Ackerman

He woke up to the obnoxious sensation of someone's hand shaking his shoulder, and he groaned grumpily in irritation. "Wake up, daddy," Your ridiculously energetic voice called, "Daddy, come on, it's time to get up."

Levi creaked open his eyes and glared at you, "Hey, wanna know how you can be just like me?"

"How?" You instantly beamed.

"By being tired and going back to sleep," Levi grumbled, grabbing the blankets and yanking them up over his head.

You weren't having any of it though, and you crawled on top of him and began wrestling to get the blanket off. Technically this was how Levi used to have to get you out of bed when you were smaller, but the more you grew the more you wanted to be 'just like him'.

Yay...

By the time you both had playfully wrestled each other out of bed, Levi yawned multiple times while being drug to the bathroom. Darn thing, you were getting good at locating his ticklish spots... In the bathroom, you both brushed your teeth, washed your faces and combed your messy hair.

Although half asleep, Levi still adored how you continously glanced at him to see how he was dressed, what he was doing and how he was doing it. You were always mimicking silly little things he did, exclaiming that you were practicing to be just like him.

Deep down, Levi had nothing but adoration for you. He loved the way you stood to be like him. It made him feel a sense of pride inside that he had such a strong, brave, loyal pipsqueak for a child, and you had no idea how much he loved you.

The only thing Levi disliked about you aspiring to him was how you ranted about joining the Survey Corps and going over the wall to fight titans. Now that... That made his overprotective, paternal instincts scream in disagreement. In no way did he want you going anywhere near the wall. So many people died out there all the time. If he lost you?

Levi wouldn't be able to handle it.

Before breakfast, you got dressed in nearly the exact same outfit as him (courtesy of Hange). "Daddy, can I wear your cape-thingy?" You asked, already wrapped up in his cape.

"Well what do you expect me to wear?" Levi asked, soaking in the endearing display of you all twisted up in his cape.

"I don't know..." You mumble innocently, smiling, "A blanky?"

"Ha... ha... Very funny, squirt," Levi bent down to untangle you from his cape, bopping you on the nose and pinching your cheek, "Why don't I wear this and 'you' go wear the blanket."

"Mmm..." You pouted at him, "But daddy..."

Levi hid a smile and patted your head fondly, "What if I told you that I used to do the same thing when I was your age?"

"Really?" You asked in surprise. If he wore blankets when he was your age, then that meant that you could do the same thing- follow in his footsteps, "Yay!"

"I never said 'yay' though," Levi rolled his eyes, teasing you.

Your arms dropped as you sneered at him, reacting in a manner he would approve of, "Booo..."

"That's more like it," Levi chuckled and went to make some food.

After breakfast, you held your father's hand while walking to the training grounds, a small blanket secured around your neck to thus act like a cape. When you saw the leader of the Survey Corps, you instantly brightened and cheered, "Erwin!"

Erwin looked in your direction and smiled warmly, "Ah, there's my finest cadet."

Levi watched as you sprinted happily up to his leader, his heart skipping beats when Erwin picked you up and lifted you into the air a bit. Your smile and the sound of your laughter was the inspirational fuel that powered his life.

Blindly joining you and his leader, Levi shrugged and gave you a disapproving look, "Just so you know... I've never hugged that imbecile- not once."

Erwin raised a brow, "On the contrary, I remember once when-"

Levi gave him a death glare, "Dont. Even."

You giggled and said joyfully, "Daddys silly. He loves hugs."

"Yes, that is correct," Erwin chuckled and turned briefly to grab something out of the satchel on his horse. "Come, fellow cadet, I brought you something."

"What is it?" You asked.

Levi felt his chest nearly implode at the sight of a miniature cape. The cape itself was plain with no logo, but yet was perfect enough in size that it would fit you for years to come. He watched as Erwin helped replace the blanket you were wearing with it.

Once he was done, you hugged Erwin, thanked him a dozen times, and then ran over to your father, "Daddy, daddy look! I have a cape, an-and it's just like the one you have. Do you like it, daddy? Do I look like you?"

'The spitting image.' Levi smirked and knelt down, "What're you talking about, squirt? You've got way too much energy to be like me."

"Booo," You pouted at him.

Levi laughed and pulled you into a big hug, "It looks good on you, kid. Now, let's get training."

You would be like him one day. Only Levi believed that you would be better.

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Kakashi Hatake

It was night time; five hours after the Chunin Exams were declared over. You were currently hiding in your little tree-bungalow, isolated, quiet and shut-off from the rest of the world. Ever since you lost the exam, you hadn't moved from your hidey-hole nor spoken to anyone.

It broke Kakashi's heart to see you this upset. He knew how hard you had been training to keep up with him, following him in his footsteps and mimicking specific personality traits like his attire and the way he fought. At first it was a habit Kakashi thought was pretty adorable, but as the seriousness of your obsession grew over the years, the more he began to grow concerned.

Kakashi didn't mind you taking after him, but there was a limit. You didn't understand it because you envied him too much, but he saw it. You weren't like him- at least not when it came down to your fighting spirit. See, Kakashi developed a cold heart at a young age. Anger, hatred and determination pushed him to become stronger.

But you weren't cursed with anger, hate and sadness. You weren't a natural born fighter. If anything, Kakashi could see you becoming a strong-willed medic or a superior ginjutsu artist, but definitely not anyone who wants to hurt another person physically. It just wasn't how you were. And Kakashi was grateful for that.

Sighing softly, Kakashi jumped up to the ledge of your tree-bungalow, crouching as he waved, "Hey, dongo."

You didn't say anything from where you laid on the wooden floor. Kakashi frowned at the sight of your multiple bruises and bloody bandages. He really shouldn't have let you take that exam. "Can I come in?"

You nodded.

Kakashi moved a ways in further, finding himself a spot against the wall and leaning against it, "How are you feeling?"

For a few seconds you didn't answer. Kakashi tilted his head in concern when he noticed that you were shaking, the sound of sniffles soon filling the air, "I... I... I'm a failure, daddy."

You looked at him, your mask a mess as you sobbed behind it, "I'm a failure-uh! I-I-I just wanted-uh- t-to be like you..."

"Whoa, hey, it's okay," Kakashi leaned forward, placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed softly, "It's okay, (y/n). You're not a failure."

"Yes I am," You whined, "You passed the Chunin Exams when 'you' were six, b-but I? I... How am I supposed to be like you now, daddy?"

This? This is what broke Kakashi's heart. You getting upset all because you failed to amount to a broken monster like him. "Oh, dongo, come here," Kakashi lifted his arms out.

You still cried as you crawled into your father's lap and leaned against the warmth and safety of his chest. He slipped a finger up and tugged your mask down to your chin thus making it easier to breathe. You whimpered, clinging to him as shame blurred your heart.

"I wanna talk to you about something," Kakashi held you securely while going to wipe your nose with his sleeve, "I understand why you're trying so hard to follow in my footsteps, but I believe that your ambitions are misguided."

"What... What do you mean?" You ask him sadly, confused, "I wanna be like you."

"I know, but perhaps you are trying a little too hard? I mean, you've even gotten to the point you won't eat the food 'you' love anymore all because it's not my preference."

"But... That's how I be like you, daddy," You exclaim.

Kakashi sighed, looking you in your big, teary eyes. He couldn't believe that it had come down to this, but he couldn't hold it in any longer, "(y/n)... I don't want you to be like me. I want you to be like you."

You jerked at that, gaping hurtfully, "What?"

"I know it sounds harsh, but I want you to know that what I'm saying to you right now is in no way meant to hurt you. I just want you to stop pushing yourself so hard to be something you're not. Yes, we are alike in many ways, but we're also different. And those differences are what make us unique- they define who we are and how we grow. And if you continue to grow ignoring all those important things about yourself, pretending to be something you're not, then I fear that you'll never be completely happy. "

You blinked at him, fiddling slowly with your hands and bowing your head, "I..."

Kakashi cupped your face, lifted your chin and wiped away your tears, "You failed the exams today because you weren't ready, (y/n). You're using fighting techniques that don't suit you because they're 'mine'. You haven't even tried to discover your own fighting skills yet. Haven't you ever been curious?"

"But..." More tears began leaking out of your eyes as you looked at him, "I-I love you so much and I... I wanna be just like you-huh."

"(y/n)," Kakashi said lovingly as he pressed your foreheads together, "You can still be just like me by doing the things that make 'you' happy. I'm a great ninja, and you can be one too if you simply try to be more like you instead of me. No matter what, just know that I'll always, always be proud of you and love you till the day my chakra runs out."

You sniffed at him, still upset by your failure but relieved that your father still loved you despite it all. Yes, you wanted to be just like him, but maybe being yourself sometimes too wasn't such a bad thing either.

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Satoru Gojo

When people looked at you, they felt as if they were looking at a miniature Gojo but with a different hair color. You were quite literally the spitting image of your father, and anyone who knew you or Gojo personally would know that you two were practical besties.

Ever since you were born, you magically seemed to take after Gojo- not that it was your fault because Gojo had a really bad habit of dressing you up like him and pretending that you were the world's greatest sorcerer... Besides him, of course. He couldn't help it. You were his little pal and he loved you more than anything.

As you grew, you pretty much wore identical outfits to that of your father. You had even acquired a pair of reflective sunglasses that you wore almost ninety-percent of the time. But outfits weren't the only areas where you excelled in being like him.

Gojo, even as a parent, wasn't afraid to push people to their limits, especially when they genuinely wanted to become stronger. Ever since your powers developed, he had trained you constantly in order to help you learn and grow. You were exceptional like him, and he knew that there was no time to waste.

Your father pretty much took you everywhere and that even included trips on his most dangerous missions. He would carry you on his hip or back while you watched and listened to him explain how to observe and take down enemies. Later he would quiz you, tossing toys or pieces of candy at you in reward.

Some say that Gojo wasn't so much a father to you as he was a best friend. Especially on days when he didn't have to work or train. He happily expressed his childish side, playing games with you, playing dress-up, going to carnivals, riding on miniature scooters, cooking or coloring pictures. He did it all. It was almost as if he loved being like you as much as you loved being like him.

Every time you expressed your admiration and love for him, Gojo's ego was stroked and his confidence boosted. Of course you wanted to be like him. Why wouldn't you? Narcissistic nature aside, Gojo had to admit that there was a sense of self-worth that he felt deep inside at the fact that you loved him and took after him so strongly. It made him happy. He was always proud of you.

And today he was even more proud of you.

You had just successfully made your very first domain expansion- it was rough, unstable and destructive, and it only lasted a few tiny seconds, but it was still a success. A success... That nearly destroyed the house.

Fushiguro, his cereal now all over the floor in ruins, sat in his chair with a frustrated glare on his face, "What kind of monster have you created?"

Gojo was practically dancing like a feather in the wind, singing excitedly, "One that can make domains at (age) years old."

"Oh brother..." Fushiguro rolled his eyes, gesturing to your unconscious body, "Shouldn't you be helping them?"

"Eh?" Gojo blinked ignorantly, concern flooding his body at the sight of you laying unresponsive on the floor, "Aw, we can't be having any of that now, can we?"

Teleporting over to your body, Gojo scooped you up and took you to the medical bay. It was soon confirmed that the force of your actions had merely knocked you out and given you a bloody nose. With a good lecturing from Nanami about "being a better parent", Gojo carried you back home with an endless grin on his face.

"Daddy?" You groaned in his arms.

Gojo gave you no time to talk as he leaned down and nuzzled your cheek, singing again, "Oh my incredible, amazing, talented, devilishly striking, little sorcerer, I'm so proud of you. You did your first domain expansion. Ohhh, I could cry I'm so happy."

Albeit exhausted, you still grinned in his arms and nuzzled his cheek back. It was always a good feeling to witness your father this excited after one of your successes went through. Still though, that move had taken a lot out of you. "Sleepy."

"I bet," Gojo chuckled, maneuvering you to his hip so that he could properly make his way through the mild debris of the house, "You've rightfully earned yourself a nice bath, a delicious meal, and a warm bed."

"With the heated blanky?" You softly croak.

Gojo stuck his thumb up, "Especially with the heated blanky. You've earned it."

"Thank you, daddy," You whimpered, hugging him and pressing the side of your face against his chest. His heartbeat was fast but comforting, his figure safe, warm and protective. You were so happy that you had managed to pull off such an advanced technique.

Prepping you a bath, Gojo let you wash while he was forced to clean up your mess by the ever fussy Fushiguro- aka: the real adult of the house. After you were both done, he fed you something that would soothe your tummy, and then carried you to bed.

Wrapping you up in your heated blanket, Gojo knelt down and caressed your head, "Good job today, my little jujutsu sorcerer. You really made daddy proud."

You whimpered happily and mumbled, "I hope I can do better. I wanna be just like you one of these days."

Gojo smiled, all the love he felt for you fueling his desire to keep moving forward in this cruel world, "You already are, (y/n)... You already are."

[lenok993]

~ackerletters~

I can't believe that Mikasa broke up with everyone. It doesn't fit with her character cause she is very family-oriented person and she can't be alone too long yes she needs to take a break for rest and grieving process but in my headcanon she writes the letters to Armin every season. The same thing with famous ackertalk, Levi and Mikasa can ackertalking by this way, the letters are perfect option to communicate with each other. For them two awkward introverts it's easier to express their thoughts and emotions in writing before they will meet again

Dear Captain Levi All things shall take place in their proper time. How is your leg? Hope you're doing well. P.S. I sent your favorite tea from Mitras. Sincirely yours, undisciplined subordinate Mikasa Ackerman

[prizzzyyy]

In silent glances, truths reside,

Where words falter, emotions confide.

Eyes, the mirrors of a soul's last flight,

In their depths, the truth reside.

Unspoken farewells, a silent plea,

In each gaze, a world set free.

As petals fall from a withered rose,

Love's final whisper, no one knows.

[thecuriousquest]

Hey love ur blog! Could I request yandere older brother levi with lil sister reader and a punisment maybe spanking? Bc she was trying to sneak out

Thank you!

Big Brother is in Charge

Thank you, sweetie! I appreciate the love and support. Platonic Yandere Levi x Little Sister Reader is one of my favorite concepts!!!

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug @palesweetscherryblossom

Warnings: Platonic yandere themes, spanking punishment, non consensual spanking, overprotective behavior, controlling behavior

***I’m going on a posting spree to clear out my drafts.***

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Levi basically lives by the number one rule set for you: fuck around and find out. There are plenty of other rules, a plethora actually, but that’s the main one resulting in harsh consequences. You just think you’re so grown up however. Always telling your big brother about how you’re too old for all of these rules, how you need to go out and experience things for yourself.

He just gives you a stern glare and dares you to defy him. Sometimes, it even feels like a challenge. However, you’re not stupid enough to really think that he’s actually goading you into sneaking out behind his back. He’s just that strict because he truly believes it’s what’s best for you.

But…you think you know what’s best for you as well, and being stuck inside all the time under Levi’s protection isn’t it! Tonight, you’re going to see what the walls are really like.

At least you thought everything would go to plan until you find Levi dragging you back inside by the scruff of your collar. For short legs, his strides are quick. You struggle a little to keep up with him.

“You brat. What is wrong with you? When will you get it through that head of yours that I’m in charge of you? I’m your guardian, and you will do as I say!”

He shoves you into your room, towards the bed. Then, he’s wrestling you to get your pants down. You know a few moves, but Levi knows more than you. Hell, he’s the one who taught you those combat moves. Levi anticipates every one of your defenses, and he has no problems with baring your bottom and yanking you over his knee.

You cry out, curling over his thigh as he lands the first searing swat of your punishment.

“No! I’m too old for this!” you declare with a demand pinching your voice.

“Too old, hm? You’re just a kid. This is my fault in a way. I should be more firm with you. I’ve been letting you run your mouth too freely lately, but that ends now. You can’t do whatever the hell you want. I make the rules, and I’ll be damned if you think you can undermine my authority.”

You writhe on his lap like a fish out of water, kicking your feet to the point where Levi pins them down with a strong leg thrown over yours. He continues spanking your ass, making you wince and whine, making you wish you had just stayed tucked in your bed.

“I can promise you this: if you ever sneak out again, I will spank you every night before bed for two weeks. Is that what you want, brat?”

Your nails press half moons into the palms of your hands, threatening to spill blood. “No, sir…” you grumble with attitude laced in your tone.

“Excuse me?” He targets the sensitive under curve of your backside.

You shake your head, fighting for your life to keep your composure. “No, sir! I don’t want that!”

You breathe through the tears welling up in your eyes as he continues punishing your vulnerable flesh.

“Brother, it hurts!”

“Good. It should hurt. Maybe, next time, you’ll think before you act. What were you even trying to accomplish with sneaking out?”

He pauses his hand, resting it on your thigh.

“I…just wanted to see what the walls were like. OW! Stop it, Levi!”

You hate it when he flays your upper thighs. It’s probably the worst part of the spanking all together.

“You’re telling me that you put your damn life on the line just to see some shitty fucking walls?”

Well…when he puts it like that…

Reaching a hand back to block his attacks, you feel him grab your wrist and trap it against the small of your back. There’s nothing you can do to get out of this with your wrist and legs pinned. Leaning your forehead against your mattress, you finally let the rivers forming in your eyes run a trail down your cheeks. Sniffling quite somberly into your blanket, all you can do now is wait for him to finish.

“You don’t run things around here. I take care of you, so you need to listen to me. Is that understood?” He emphasizes his question with a hearty smack to your thigh.

“Yes, sir!”

He pulls your underwear back up, letting you have some coverage. Levi helps you up off of his lap, and you quickly adjust your pants back over your hips, wincing as the fabric scrapes over your raw backside. You can’t manage eye contact with your brother right now, but he doesn’t allow this for long.

He grabs you, bringing you into his chest for a loving hug. He kisses the top of your head, telling you that everything’s alright now.

“I’m sorry, brother,” you sniffle into his chest.

“It’s alright, kid. Go to bed now, and actually stay there this time.”