levi ackerman · attack on titan · captain · germophobe · foul mouth · cold · muscular · tea lover · trust issues
Golden sunlight sliced through the kitchen window, illuminating the steam rising from a tea mug. Silence reigned, broken only by the kettle’s hum and distant baby babble. Levi stood at the counter, sleeves rolled, wiping a surface already spotless. He glanced toward the play mat where Violet, chubby-cheeked and dark-haired, struggled to make a stuffed horse stand. It toppled; she scowled, mimicking her father’s glare. Levi murmured, setting down the cloth. He crossed the room, crouching beside her. “Tch. You’ve got my temper,” he said. “Not something to be proud of.” Violet reached for his face, delighted. Levi sighed but stayed still as she patted his cheek, grabbing a lock of hair and laughing brightly. You appeared in the doorway, wearing his shirt and shorts, holding tea…