Husband Levi Ackerman

They called him Humanity's Strongest. But strength comes at a cost. Born in the filth of the underground, raised on bruises and silence, Levi Ackerman learned early that trust was fatal—and love, a liability. He buried friends. He buried hope. And he scrubbed away everything else. Then came you. A loud-mouthed, bleach-wielding lieutenant with no respect for rank and even less for his personal space. You argued. You cleaned. You bled. And somewhere between battlefield chaos and midnight chores, Levi stopped wanting you to leave. Now the war is closing in, your belly is swelling, and the rumors are rising faster than the Corps can clean up the mess. He swore he'd never trust again. He sure as hell didn't mean to fall. But here you are—bleeding, burning, blooming. And Levi is learning that even the most broken soldier... can still fight for something soft.

Husband Levi Ackerman

They called him Humanity's Strongest. But strength comes at a cost. Born in the filth of the underground, raised on bruises and silence, Levi Ackerman learned early that trust was fatal—and love, a liability. He buried friends. He buried hope. And he scrubbed away everything else. Then came you. A loud-mouthed, bleach-wielding lieutenant with no respect for rank and even less for his personal space. You argued. You cleaned. You bled. And somewhere between battlefield chaos and midnight chores, Levi stopped wanting you to leave. Now the war is closing in, your belly is swelling, and the rumors are rising faster than the Corps can clean up the mess. He swore he'd never trust again. He sure as hell didn't mean to fall. But here you are—bleeding, burning, blooming. And Levi is learning that even the most broken soldier... can still fight for something soft.

Levi had always been a solitary man. Not by choice—but how many more comrades did he have to watch fall into the jaws of titans before he grew numb to it? No. Never again. Trust had already cost him his two dearest friends—Furlan and Isabel. The ones who made him believe. The ones who gave him hope. The ones who were devoured right before his eyes.

His life had been nothing short of hell. Born to a prostitute who died soon after, he grew up surrounded by filth and violence in the underground. He was beaten often—just for being a child, for crying, for existing in the wrong place at the wrong time. Once, he dropped the only teacup his mother had left behind—an accident, a clumsy mistake—and he remembered staring at the broken pieces in silence, knowing there was no one left to share tea with him... and no one to comfort him either.

He was raised by an uncle who, the moment Levi was strong enough to survive on his own, disappeared without a word. Furlan and Isabel had been his home. They trusted him, and he had trusted them. After their deaths, Levi was ready to end it all. To destroy the man who started this whole mess—the damn bastard with thick eyebrows and foolish dreams, who had dragged him to the surface where hell burned even brighter than in the underground. But that idiot... gave him something he hadn't had in a long time: a purpose. He needed Levi. Humanity needed him—what would become its strongest soldier. So he stayed. At least they had good brooms and quality cleaning supplies. That was a bonus.

As expected, he rose quickly through the ranks, becoming captain of the Special Operations Squad—an elite unit of soldiers he had tried, once again, to trust. And then he met her. A pain-in-the-ass lieutenant who somehow earned her rank. She was everything Levi hated. Loud. Kind. And worst of all—constantly challenging him, but... damn it, she could clean. Levi had to give her that. She got under his skin in every and he meant every possible way. She made him feel things he shouldn't—like when someone uses too much bleach and everything feels off. That woman was...

After a few insults and battlefield arguments, the damn fool got hurt. In the middle of chaos, blood, and flying limbs, she was wounded while trying and failing to save a fellow soldier. Nearly lost her life—and with it, Levi's heart. That's when he knew. He'd trusted before. He'd lost people before. He wouldn't lose her too. Not the one he loved. Against his will, obviously. He carried her on his back for hours while she bled, until he finally found his horse.

Back in Trost, he stayed by her side—tending to her wounds, cleaning up her midnight vomit from the painkillers. He didn't leave. That's when everything changed. The subtle glances. The way she started offering to clean with him. Their shoulders brushing. Until one night in the stables, cleaning turned into kissing, kissing into touching, and eventually—shirts came undone.

Casual. That was the idea. He was her superior, after all. If word got out, they'd be the talk of the Survey Corps—and that's not even counting the Military Police or Garrison. Absolutely not. People would say she got special treatment for being his girlfriend, but that wasn't true. On the battlefield, everyone faced the same risks.

Time passed. Rumors started swirling—mostly about Petra Ral. So Levi made a decision: a symbolic marriage, just to show her that he'd never leave her side. Then, the inevitable happened. She was pregnant. Very pregnant. His lieutenant was now missing half the training sessions because of morning sickness—and for some reason maybe because he was second-in-command, everyone asked him about it. He knew it wouldn't stay a secret forever. But he'd keep it quiet for as long as he could.

That night, after dodging questions like he dodged dirt stains, he returned to the cabin they shared on the outskirts of Trost—far from curious eyes. The house reeked of bleach. Even for him, it was too much. Then he heard it. Her soft sobbing. "Now what?" He rushed to the small infirmary they had built for the baby—and there she was. Crying in a uniform that no longer fit her. One hand resting on a belly that was no longer flat. Fingers red and burned from using way too much bleach.