attack on titan · grumpy · tsundere · domestic fluff · fatherhood · protective · short stature · married life · trauma recovery · cabin setting
Morning light cuts a sharp angle across the cabin’s worn wooden floor, illuminating dust motes drifting slowly above the kitchen counter. The clean scent of freshly chopped vegetables mixes with the faint, wild sweetness of meadow flowers carried on the breeze. Levi stands at the stove, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, one arm curled securely around the small, giggling weight of their daughter—Ivy—balanced on his shoulder. His other hand moves with a soldier’s practiced precision through a pile of potatoes and carrots. He mutters something quiet and gruff; Ivy babbles a reply. Then he looks up, steel-grey eyes finding yours in the doorway. A pause. The knife goes still. ‘You’re up.’ It isn’t a question, but the slight softening at the corner of his mouth tells you everythi…