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Keegan P Russ As a Romantic Partner

Headcannons by Eskimos

I. A Methodical Maestro with a Playful Twist It's been confirmed that his personality type is ISTP, which means that his brain is his strongest weapon. He is methodical and very tactful with his language and would always offer a hand to you. Feeling lost? He's always there with a good solution. Feeling sad? He's the guy to ask for advice. Even if he lacks experience in some fields he's very quick to learn and perfect them so I suppose he'd also be a bit competitive. Keegan doesn't miss an opportunity to beat you to everything you like. All while playing dumb in order to cherish the amazement on your end. *** ''How'd you do that?! Wow!''

''Just luck, I guess,'' he'd say with an indifferent shrug while a childish grin creeps onto his face.

*** II. The Jester of your Heart Keegan is very reserved but he's a skilled people reader. He would quickly get used to your moods and soon you wouldn't even have to tell him when you're feeling sad. He just steals a glimpse and he already knows what to do. However, sometimes the cocky side of him comes out in the most inconvenient time and things tend to get more spicy. Whenever you give him the silent treatment for no reason, he begins threading on thin ice with you. *** ''Whatcha want for dinner, sweet pea?'' *Silence.* ''What's wrong, my beautiful?'' He asks, coming closer to you. When you turn the other way to further provoke him, he guides his hands to your hips and presses the weight of his chest to your back. ''Funny little thing. Have you given a vow of silence? I like when we play this game, y'know.'' His hands drop lower and lower and his mouth comes to caress the back of your neck. His hot breath makes your hairs stand. ''Your heart's beating fast.'' III. Under the Hard Scales of His Heart

Independence is Keegan's last name. He never learned how to embrace the art of teamwork, though his job required it. At times he was too disconnected to properly do the job. In a relatioship he might have some trouble turning to you for assistance. Whenever something is on his mind, he blocks out the world and faces it on his own. He's likely to turn down tips from other people. Not from you though. The first time you lent your hand for help, he was quite surprised and even a bit suspicious. It unlocked a part of him he never knew he had. He felt cared for and seen. In time Keegan learned to trust your word and be less stubborn when you tried to aid him. IV. Tsunami of Love

That's what he is. A natural disaster. A tornado of energy and a tsunami. Behind closed doors he is much less calm. His love language is mostly acts of service and physical touch but sometimes the two mix together into something even more grand. If you happen to be struggling under a pile of undone work, he would find the perfect moment to distract you. Before you can even get a word out, he has already picked you up from the chair and carrying you to your room bridal style. *** ''What are you doing, Keegan?!''

He continues to march through the house and whistle proudly. Keegan tosses you onto the bed like you don't weight anything at all.

''Stay here.'' He commands, exiting and closing the door behind him.

In a few minutes time he comes back with your favorite chocolates and a beer for himself. ''I will be your only occupation today.'' *** V. The Kids' Favorite The way I see it, Keegan would have very specific sense of humor. His jokes can be very sharp and borderline offensive but the moment a kid comes in sight he turns into a soft cinnamon roll.

He has this energy that kids absolutely adore because he's a great listener and adapts to the circumstances easily. There's something about the purity of the young generation that makes him feel protective. ***

One time you saw him play with a small group of children after a difficult operation. He was kneeling down in front of a little girl and his eyes glimmered as she tried to pronounce his name. The child obviously had rhotacism (cannot pronounce the letter r) and he found it quite adorable. ''Keegan Russ. Russ. Can you say it?'' Keegan bit his lip, holding back a chuckle.

''Keegan Hhhus.'' The girl tried to repeat it but failed terribly. Keegan burst out laughing.

''Rrrrrrrr,'' he growled playfully and she giggled at it.

''Grhhhrr!''

''Oh, you're growling at me now? Come here you.'' Keegan extended his arms to trap her in a harmless embrace.

There was something about his love for children that won your heart every time. ***

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Ouch.

Working on like 3 fics at once but take this snippet of an unnecessarily angsty Levi fic that no one asked for

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Hunting with Keegan P Russ (GONE WRONG)

*Y/N accidentally attracts a group of squirrels while eating a sandwich.* *Y/N shares their food with the wild animals.* Keegan: You know those things carry diseases, right? Y/N (in the most dramatic tone ever): You do as well. God knows what you carry. Keegan (sitting against a boulder with a gun in his lap): Right now? A rifle aimed at you, kid.

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Captain Levi Ackerman after an argument with his teenage daughter

Based on a real story

No trigger warnings

A heavy rain painted the chilly night. The raindrops pattered on the windows of the small, compact houses in Trost. Levi's house was one of them.

But he was nowhere to be seen.

His daughter, on the other hand, was right where she wasn't supposed to be- leaned up against a wall outside the front door and watching the night sky turn white with each thunderbolt. The teenage Ackerman stood still, a cigarette squeezed in between her lips and her thoughts scattered all around.

Levi was far from a perfect father. He had many flaws and unreachable expectations. Sometimes he was too harsh and sharp when expressing his affection. He was a protective parent nonetheless. The kind that would always be there to speak up for their child and sacrifice everything for them.

That night Levi's daughter had gotten into an argument with him and left before things escalated.

"Your head is always in the clouds," Levi snarled and she scoffed in disapproval.

"You know what? I can't have this conversation with you dad."

"That so?" He countered, a frail hue of anger lingering on his tongue. "Get out of my sight then."

The girl's eyes narrowed. "What?"

"Out of my sight." He repeated. "Come back when you can talk like a normal person."

And that's how she took his words to heart and left the house to take a breath of air. He was suffocating at times. Perhaps that's why she had hid her habit of smoking. If Levi learned about her accidental addiction he'd actually lose his composure.

The girl continued bringing the cigarette in and out of her mouth until she heard the wooden door crack open as a dark figure emerged from within.

"That's not what I meant when I told you to get out." The Captain rasped.

"Dad– this is not what it looks like." His daughter leapt on the spot.

It was the worst possible timing. She knew the health expert her father was and how furious he would be.

But he wasn't. In fact, he seemed more collected than ever before.

The girl was dumbfounded, not knowing how to decipher his attitude.

Meanwhile the rain doused both their clothes and left them dripping wet and cold to the bone.

Levi reached out and wrapped his arm under his daughter's, bringing her under the roof where the water couldn't reach and ruin her hair even more. Before she could speak over him, he reached out and tossed the cigarette onto the paved ground before trampling it under his boot.

"I don't understand." She stuttered through her confusion. "Aren't you mad?"

"Are you disappointed that I'm not?"

"No, but you're scaring me."

Levi sighed and then took off his coat, slinging it over her shoulders so she'd take in all the warmth from it.

"Don't want you to catch a cold, kiddo," he explained, refusing to admit how suddenly his heart softened for her. She was his offspring, his treasure. A side of him regretted ever raising his voice at her while the other side of him was desperately trying to craft a way of disciplining her without pushing her away.

"You scare me too sometimes." He whispered, coming to terms with reality. "If you're going to smoke, smoke inside the house where it's warm. If you're going to cry, cry to me. If you do something stupid, you come to *me*. No matter how bad it is. You hear me?"

He demanded in hushed tones and brushed her damp strands of hair back. The girl nodded slowly.

"Good. I don't want some other scumbag out there to hear the things only your dad is supposed to hear."

"But you can be so impulsive, dad."

"I can be, yes. And I am sorry. I try not to take things too far so I will do better for you.'' He conceived, grasping her disliking for some things he does.

''Thank you dad.'' His daughter betrayed the tiniest shade of happiness in a half-smirk.

''Sure. You know I'd do anything for you.''

''Anything?''

When she asked that, he abruptly let out a groan. ''What? What are you thinking now?''

''Can I please come to the next expediti–''

''Can I please forget you even asked that? Absolutely not.''

''It was worth a try,'' the girl shrugged her shoulders as the two walked into the kitchen for a warm, delicious cup of tea. Perhaps things were not so bad. That was just how Levi lived with a daughter just like him. Another human being he created who bothered him at times with how identical she was. The daughter who rarely listened to him and whose affection was always expressed with actions and not words.

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Levi Ackerman- The Richest Man in the World

You wanted to make a normal date with Levi more fun and unconventional, but you forgot that he can read you like an open book. Word count- 1409 Female reader x Levi Ackerman SFW

Dating Levi Ackerman can be very exciting. From under the sheets to simple, humble dinner dates. He always has a way of making it memorable for both of you. There is one occasion in particular, however, that will never slip your mind.

It was a hot summer day in Trost when the two of you headed for the heart of the city. There was no end goal other than to put your responsibilities aside and save up some time for each other. You were having an amazing time when a great idea came to your mind.

There was a tall building on your left– a multifloored store for dresses of all sorts. Green, red, blue. Short, long, exotic. All of it in one place. You weren't surprised considering that many wealthy people lived here and most of them could easily afford to fill their wardrobes with clothes. Your eyes turned to stars and your jaw dropped.

''Hey, why don't we go inside?''

You suggested that and Levi, who was holding your arm to his chest like a gentleman, glanced over at the entrance. ''Hmmm? You like something?''

''Not yet. Come on.'' You urged and he didn't set you back. The Captain followed right after you, curious as to what you had in mind.

The place really was huge and the store owners gladly welcomed you inside, inviting Levi to sit over at a sofa and observe for now. You began looking at every dress, mesmerized at how amazing all of their designs were.

But there is another thing that you couldn't ignore. You wondered if the reason you never wore dresses is because your body type just didn't allow it or because your budget was too small. Nonetheless it all made you hesitate a bit. You went quiet for a moment.

''Are you okay?'' Levi inquired, already sipping on a cup of tea he was brought while you were zoned out.

''Yeah.'' You clicked your tongue and resumed the search.

It was best you kept your worries to yourself. You knew Levi was always one to watch over you and be sensible. You didn't want to feel like you've wasted his time so you chose to pretend that none of the dresses were up your alley.

The first one you tried on was truthfully ugly. You didn't have to fake the reaction. The color made your nose scrunch in disgust.

''I feel like a disco ball. There are too many beads,'' you murmured and your gaze ran to your quiet boyfriend. Levi was silent but his eyes were burning right through you. He took another long sip and said nothing. No sign of any emotion.

Then you tried another one on. It was very beautiful but too long and tripped you over a couple of times.

''It's my style but too long. I would need them to shorten it.'' You looked down and realized that not even your legs were visible through the material.

Levi was still watching and still saying nothing. You're beginning to wonder if this is boring for him.

Then your interest was piqued by three others. Unlike the first ones, you actually had luck this time. The dresses were the perfect size, shape and color. In fact, they resembled the ones you used to read about in your books. It was a fantasy brought to your reality.

But you couldn't have Levi know that or else you'd have to tell him how this entire time you didn't have the money for any of this. You know he wouldn't mock you but the guilt would eat at your heart.

''It's…something. These are getting progressively worse, don't you think?'' You asked for his input, finding his sitting reflection in the mirror. Once more his mouth didn't open to speak but his focus went up and down on you. Was he eye fucking you or judging your horrible taste?

After a few minutes of doubtful thoughts and inner regret, you shrugged your shoulders.

''Well it's fine. I'm glad that we came here at least. Maybe next time I will buy myself something.'' You explained, sighing deeply. What nobody knew was that if you could, you'd collect every single piece of clothing in this building. That dream owned your soul.

You put on your casual clothes and walked out the fitting room to Levi who stepped closer to you and brushed the hair out of your face. For a moment you got the idea that he was telling you something telepathically but you didn't know what.

''You are beautiful.'' He leaned in to tell you, his voice raspy yet smooth.

The two of you left, saying goodbye to the workers inside. Your gut shrunk a bit. You didn't know what to feel about what just happened.

And so, the arrows of the clock kept looping and two days passed by. You heard a knock on your door.

You opened it to see Petra and Oluo– two very loyal members of Levi's squad. He had told you many times about them but you rarely saw them.

''Is everything okay?'' You rush to ask, already overthinking what could be happening.

''Oh yeah.'' Petra grinned warmly and lifted a strange, enormous bag in her hands. ''The Captain told us to bring this to you. Enjoy.''

The two nodded respectfully, deserting you there with your own thoughts and a lot of confusion. Why exactly would Levi send you something? The two of you lived together so wouldn't it make sense that he directly handed it to you?

You brushed off all questions and checked the contents of the delivery. Your eyes turned big and round when you saw the three exact dresses you fell in love with the other day. But how? You gave it your best to hide what you felt and even acted repulsed but somehow Levi saw through your disguise. Now it makes sense why he was looking so attentively at you. He was studying your face bit by bit as if it were some kind of science. He knew just what you had on your mind.

All of them were crazy expensive which made you freak out a bit. The Captain went out of his way to purchase them without even looking at the price tag? The idea that he went back for that made your heart melt. It also angered you a bit that this entire time he kept quiet and acted natural while you put up an act.

What a foxy man.

A small note fell off the bag onto the ground and you picked it up to see what was written on it.

Come to my office when you can. Bring the dresses.

Levi

Excited to hear from him, you did just that. You flew out of the house wildly and mounted your horse, heading for the location.

When you arrived, you opened the door to find Hange and Erwin inside, having a conversation with Levi.

Levi looked at you instantly and a spark began dancing in the coldness of his blue eyes.

''Hange, Erwin, see yourself out,'' he commanded in a reserved tone. Erwin gave him a nod and greeted you idly before exiting. Hange did too, but not before leaning in to whisper in your ear.

''Don't know what you've done to him but he's not himself today.''

You gave them a baffled look.

''Is that good?''

Hange just grinned, not elaborating any further. They stepped out and shut the door which left just you and Levi in the room. The air turned thick and hard to breathe for a moment.

''Levi, you spent all these money on–''

''Try them on.'' He cut you off, standing up from his seat and approaching you. ''Put them on again. This time be genuine with what you think.''

You sucked in your lower lip and try to formulate a sentence. ''It's too much. It's just too much. I can't possibly pay you back.''

He reached out and pulled you in his arms, his intonation full of sheer affection and pure devotion. ''That's not for you to worry. I want you to try them on and tell me if they need any adjustments.''

You put both hands on his shoulders, ''Are you sure?''

His face moved closer, his mouth caressing your ear. ''Why would I say it if I don't mean it?'' He chuckled. And before you could do what he requested you to, he took your hand and stole your attention momentarily to speak what was on his mind this entire time: ''You make me the richest man in the world, you know that?''

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Thank you all a bunch for all the likes on my latest post (how did that happen?). I'll be posting more soon.

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(y/n) and Levi doing paperwork together

Levi: Do you ever stop fucking working?

(y/n): It's my job, am I supposed to do something else?

Levi: Yes....

Levi pulls (y/n)s chair closer to him

Levi: ....me.

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Levi Ackerman As a Romantic Partner

Headcanons by Eskimos

Levi Ackerman is the Captain of the scouts.

Of course he will have high expectations of you. His eyes are always on the target and his strength never fails. However, he knows to keep you close during every mission. Regardless of whether his behavior betrays it, his heart beats for you. Levi would sooner put himself under a guillotine blade than let anything or anybody hurt you.

He's also the type to hold a long speech to you about how you're using your ODM gear wrong and then, when you finally get the chance to shine, he will fly past you and slash three titans at once. Is he doing it for the safety of everybody or just to impress you? That remains a mystery.

Levi Ackerman is Humanity's Strongest soldier.

He doesn't crow about his strength. Nobody questions it because it's a fact. What's more, you've seen both sides of the coin. Levi implements harsh, disciplinary methods on young, delinquent soldiers. Sometimes he even punishes them physically. You might catch the Captain in the hallway dragging somebody like a ragdoll by their hair or kicking the back of their knee to trip them and the next moment you're in his office doing your work alongside him while his fingers rest in your hair. The same fingers that just tormented somebody tangle in your hair and mess it affectionately. You know how to find comfort in his cold presence. In fact, you know he would turn the Earth inside out if something were to happen to you.

Levi Ackerman is a member of the exiled Ackerman clan.

Levi is many things and definitely not proud of his origins. He knows a thing or two about how the Ackerman clan came to be and why it's so despised. The only reason he chooses to associate himself with the name is because it reminds him of the first person he ever truly loved- his mother. Or, well, that used to be the explanation before you stepped into his life. Now he daydreams about making you an Ackerman. His partner until death does you apart. In his eyes, the shame is all gone because you're his other half and he would happily make that bond eternal.

Levi Ackerman is a hyper ultra mega clean freak.

His room? Spotless? His office? Shining clean.

Hygiene is a thing he will never ever overlook (his past can explain that mania). There's nothing more enjoyable than a deep clean and a fresh start.

However, there's a secret he will never tell anybody. Your disorganization and chaotic, aimless persona holds some charm that he never expected to find in the first place. Yes, he certaintly won't be encouraging a filthy work space but you being the polar opposite can give him butterflies and gradually drive him mad. Before you know it, his entire mind is a mess because of you and you don't even suspect a thing.

If you're a clean freak like him, then you're undeniably the soulmate he yearns for. Levi's obsession can only grow deeper if he sees a reflection of his own ideas in you.

Levi Ackerman is a murder weapon.

Having been recruited from a young age to serve Erwin, Levi is very much used to the blood bath that comes with his job. He is ruthless from the core of his beating heart. If justice stands behind violence, then he won't mind being the bad guy even if it ruins an innocent life.

Things are not so black and white behind closed doors. If you're the lucky person who owns his heart and soul, you will have the honor of receiving limitless amount of devotion from the depths of his eyes. His touch will always be gentle and his words- thoughtful. He will always be a shoulder to cry on and a shelter to stand under.

Even during more intimate moments, his focus will be entirely on you and the gentleness of his actions will make your head spin.

''Deep breaths, come on.''

''Eyes on me.''

''That's it. Just like that.''

Levi Ackerman is human. More human than people think.

There are days when things just get too much. And when the world is too loud and all burdens weigh on his shoulders, he will find you and keep you close.

Levi is confirmed to be a very emotional character. Even his silence speaks volumes when he sits beside you, arms and legs crossed and his head resting on your shoulder. He will relish you and worship these bits of tranquility that he rarely gets.

Levi Ackerman is an insomniac.

His nights are a hellish loop. Memories, work, plan-making, strategies. The man doesn't have it easy. You are the antidote for all his problems. When you sleep near him, even if you've passed out in his office, he will observe you and take care of you to the best of his capabilities. The sight of a loved one being at peace heals all his scars and suddenly he feels like he is dreaming.

''Huh-- Levi, are you alright?''

''Go to sleep,'' he'd murmur, looking into your tired eyes. ''I am here. Sleep.''

And it's true. He is always there. He always will be.

Levi Ackerman is short.

And he wishes there was a way to change that. It's an insecurity he can't mask so easily but it doesn't affect him too strongly. Truth is, building a healthy relationship with you will only fuel his desire to demonstrate other good traits. For example, if you're struggling to reach something he will walk behind you and position his cold, slender hands on your waist just to lift you up and help out. He's short, yes, but outstandingly intelligent.

Levi Ackerman? He is like no other.

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This is shit and I'm tired.

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Sometimes the bland world you lived in was Cotton Candy Land in comparison to what your nightmares stirred inside you every night. Or at least that's what you had believed until the day of doom came and he sat across from you. Keegan P Russ. That particular soldier whose vigorous deep-set blue eyes stared through you was the one thing that had been lurking in your nightmares for months.

Why? Well, it was quite simple actually. You just had happened to be a vital part of an illegal organisation. Not just a small, unheard-of group but one that was evidently harmful to society. You and your group who kidnapped infamous individuals for ransom. For years you were more than successful and your task was to simply ensure the safety of the hostage (as ironic as it might sound) and keep them under strict supervision until the money you were after was in your hands.

Little did you know, the entire time you were playing with fire and laughing in the face of danger. But now it was all coming back to bite you in the ass and all paths to your escape were closed.

Basically, when you least expected it in the light of day, the army unit made its way inside your base which was hidden in the woods. This place was your home, a shelter you had been residing in for a long time. Everything changed that day when the soldiers broke in and shot at your crew in cold blood. Two of them dropped dead in the blink of an eye. You don't remember much except how heavy air felt in your lungs and how, miraculously, you escaped your demise by hiding under a desk.

The windows shattered by a loud shot from outside. The doing of an experienced sniper.

''All good?'' A deep voice, altered by some background static, spoke. You peeked to see the man in question and remembered his appearance. His skull balaclava, his gun, his height, his anglehead flashlight. It was all marked in your memory.

You covered your mouth with both hands, hiding in the darkness when his head snapped in your direction.

By a stroke of luck you weren't captured that day. But two of your dear friends were lifeless in a shallow pool of their own blood.

Once everything quieted down, you snuck out alongside the other survivors and you set off to find a more secure location. Years passed but somehow you couldn't erase his face from your mind. He was always there, staring right at you, ready to maul you. What even was his name? You had no clue. You just knew that if you ever saw him again, that son of a bitch would pray to every God in existence.

And years later the same horror repeated. Your whereabouts were exposed to the enemy and they found you before you could even plan your escape. This time things went much different. Your head was dizzy as you knew how things bad were about to become.

The room was dimly lit with just some natural light coming in. Smoke was rising from the ground and outlined the figure of a man who stood at about 6'1 height. He turned to look at you. You only saw his eyes from beneath the mask and you knew who it is. Keegan was the phantom of your nightmares. The one who wouldn't leave you alone no matter how desperately you begged.

You were a stranger to him but he was not a stranger to you.

So it didn't matter how you went on about it. He was holding a rifle.

You had to act fast. You had to–

''God damn, kid.'' His gruff voice surprised you as he ran towards you. The man wrapped his calloused arm, slinging you over his shoulder as if you were lighter than a feather. He must've thought you're the hostage or an innocent civilian. How foolish.

In an act of protest, you punch your fists against his back but that does nothing. So, instead you hit the back of his head with your elbow. That did the trick and he let go of you, dropping you on the ground. Without any time to lose, you snatched his gun and pulled the trigger aimed at his boot.

You missed.

Something flashed in his eyes and you knew it was over for you.

''Who taught you how to do that, huh?'' He towered over you, grabbing his gun back. ''Come here now.''

He captured you that day. And everybody else was confined. That's all you remembered until he stepped inside the interrogation room.

Nobody could get enough information out of you so Keegan was called in to do the honours. When he came close, the other two men left you alone, shutting the door behind them.

''You're somethin' else.'' He rasped, sitting on the chair across you.

''You're a bastard.'' You growled and he chuckled lightly.

''It might be my second nature.''

At that moment you couldn't miss the opportunity to learn the one thing that mattered most.

''What's your name?'' You asked. He raised a brow, ''Keegan.''

''You killed my friends, Keegan. All of them. I will make you pay.''

Before you could even rethink your words, his hand shot out and grabbed the base of your chin. He was wearing a black glove so you could only feel the leather texture as it brushed gently against your skin. ''The one thing I can't stand at all is wasted potential.'' He began speaking, ''You've got the flexibility of a fox,'' his thumb moved to press down on your bottom lip with more force, ''but the strength of a mouse. And you'll be eating shit for a while for what you tried back there.''

You swear his threats made your skin crawl immediately. It was something about his body language and intonation.

''You fucker.'' Perhaps now was a good time to be wise and measure your abilities because this man could and will put you in your place. Everything about him intimidated you. And with a good reason.

His thumb pressed harder, revealing your bottom teeth. You grabbed his wrist to stop him and he just tilted his head a little. ''Be my guest, kid. Show me what you've got.''

Now you realized it was a gross situation. A dead end for you. He was driving you crazy and you couldn't do a thing about you. You let out a strained breath and swallowed down the obscenities that almost left your mouth.

''Yer a pretty little thing, aintcha?'' He snickered, his voice breathy and deep. ''I can work with you. We're going to have a lot of fun together.''

No. He was not the man who tormented you in your sleep every night. He was much worse. Keegan, you thought, was the man who blended your nightmares and your reality into one. And now you were at his mercy.

''You're going to sing like a bird.''

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