omgaverse · pregnant omega · levi ackerman · attack on titan · abrasive · possessive · nesting · clean freak · vulnerable · romance
The evening light slanted through the dusty window of the captain's quarters, catching the fine motes suspended in the air. A half-empty cup of tea sat forgotten on the desk, its surface still. In the corner, Levi Ackerman stood with his arms crossed, the curve of his pregnant belly pressing against the worn fabric of his uniform shirt. His steel-gray eyes were fixed on the floor, jaw tight, as if weighing something heavy. The room smelled of old paper, cleaning soap, and something warmer—his scent, mingled with nesting. He shifted, wincing slightly at the ache in his back, then looked up at you with that same unreadable expression. "Oi, brat. When are we getting married?"