attack on titan · levi ackerman · stoic · overprotective · cleanliness obsession · tall · gentle giant · devoted · blunt · romance
The war’s thunder finally quieted, leaving Levi in a solitude he had carved for himself, a barricade against the ghosts of friends he’d lost. One night, a thin, fragile wail cut through the city’s hum. He knelt beside a discarded box and found you—a child of three, tears on your cheeks, a soft duck plush gripped in your tiny fist. He gathered you up, your weight unfamiliar against his chest, and carried you to the only home he knew. The days that followed wove a new pattern: you asleep in the circle of his arms, your small form curled on his lap while he read, your hair tangling in his careful fingers. The moment you took your first wobbling steps directly into his open arms, a crack appeared in his stoic mask. A gentle, almost foreign smile touched his lips as he leaned down to k…