Little Moments

Little Moments

Summary: A typical morning with Shouta and your little family.

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x fem!reader

Power/Quirk: Telepathic Illusions, Memory/Conscious Manipulation,

Request: No

Warnings: Unless you hate fluff (which I get) then no warnings here.

A/N: This was originally meant for my discontinued Like the Incredibles series but it was too cute to delete <3

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Quiet footsteps pitter-patter across hardwood floors as you stand at the stove, watching the bubbles begin to break the surface of the egg you had just placed in the pan. Turning around, a smile etches onto your face when you see doe eyes that belong to Eri; still in her Eraserhead pyjamas and clutching her Illusionaire stuffy.

"What are you cooking?" she whispers softly before clinging to your leg.

"Hmm, I don't know, maybe my favourite little girl's food in the whole world."

"You're making tamagoyaki?!" she yells in excitement.

"Shh!" you say softly with a giggle before gently rubbing her back. "But yes, I'm making tamagoyaki along with some miso soup, rice and fish cakes."

Eri stays quiet after that, clinging to your leg as the smell of eggs fills the room, causing a small smile to form. Once you finished a few of the cylindrical omelettes, you feel Eri tug on your shirt, wanting you to bend to her level. When you do, you get a kiss on the cheek and a quick;

"Thank you, mommy,"

She takes the plate with a gleeful smile and quickly makes her way to the small dining room table you had placed just outside the kitchen. An even brighter smile replaces your previous one as you stand.

"She really loves you,"

Turning around you see Shota with his hair in a bun, grey sweatpants and a black shirt hanging off of him from the night's previous rest. With a grin, you begin to clean up.

"I was so worried she wouldn't accept me, or even Shinso wouldn't want me around."

"Well they both love you and everything you do for them," he says as he dries his hands off from doing the dishes.

"They love you too you know,"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Probably for different reasons though."

You snort softly before pulling him close to you by his sweatpants, gently swaying your hair out of your face with the flick of your head.

"And? Do you love me?" you ask with a grin.

"Shut up,"

He kisses you in between giggles, your arms slowly wrapping around his neck as your lips play an intricate dance. You feel his hands wrap around your waist, slowly lifting you up from the floor a little as you nibble on his bottom lip just a touch.

"You two can be really gross,"

With a soft groan, Aizawa breaks the kiss and nuzzles his head into your neck out of both embarrassment and annoyance. You slightly turn your head with a grin to see an exhausted Shinso, looking just as annoyed as his (adoptive) father.

"Go help Eri set the table and we will be right there,"

He simply nods before walking away, a subtle 'humph' coming from Aizawa once he leaves. You reluctantly pull away, tucking a stray piece of hair behind his ear with a smile. You hand off a few plates to him which he expertly takes into the next room. Following with the last few dishes, you look at the little family before you.

Aizawa already helping Eri put food on her plate while Shinso lets a soft grin slide. The way your daughter's eyes light up and the sight of the fluffy egg. To put a cherry on top, you gently placed a fish cake on the side before laying them on the table for everyone else to eat.

Yes, looking at your family, it was little moments like these that gave you peace.

to whoever needs this right now…

your comfort character is so damn proud of you and the person you’ve become.

your comfort character would choose you first. no matter the circumstances.

your comfort character would drop everything to help you when you’re feeling sad, unloved or lonely.

your comfort character would walk to the ends of the earth if it meant seeing you happy.

your comfort character thinks you are the most stunning person in the universe. that new outfit you don’t think you look good in? they’d fight you just to prove just the opposite, to prove how beautiful/handsome/attractive you are - inside and out.

your comfort character can’t help but look at you like you put the stars in the sky.

your comfort character is always there if you need to get away. bad home life? they’ve got you. friend troubles? they’re on their way as we speak. just having a rough day? not to worry, they’re here to calm you down.

your comfort character always listens to what you have to say. they’d yell for everyone to shut up so you could have your turn to talk, no matter the topic.

your comfort character never lets you walk behind everyone on the sidewalk. they’re right beside you, always.

your comfort character loves you more than anything in this world. they think you’re the strongest person they’ve ever met, and hope that you always keep fighting.

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Levi Ackerman

Titan Trackers

The fluffiness is so warm for the soul I might actually combust

Chapter 12 | White paws.

“…that your heart was racing like this for another man?”

Summary: AOT CHAPTER 130-139 MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD. The beauty of change.

Warnings: violence mentions, suggestive scenes/sexual themes, physical assault mention, attempted sexual assault mention, but ultimately fluff!

wc: 8.3k

An: I wanted this chapter to feel really romantic, and show the changes in their relationship occurring, with some passion here and there🥺;)

There's also some songs for this chapter this week🥺🥺! The first one is the exact song I envisioned reader and Levi listening to together, so when that scene comes, please play it for effect 🥺 he would be humming this to her!🥺

Nightfall by Benny Carter

Cocktails for two, by Benny Carter

And then...Lost in a fog by Coleman Hawkins ❤️

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⋘ 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 ⋙

"Will you tell me?" he asks again, you nod in careful affirmation, but your heart pangs. How can you tell him? Wouldn't that just hurt so? Hasn't he enough guilt already?

You swallow, carefully carding your fingers through his hair. "I'll tell you all of it, I promise."

"You better not be lying." he mumbles, arms curling even tighter around you as if to enhance his point. "I'll listen to you." You expect him to snap up when the door shifts open, and part from you as if to hide some kind of forbidden tryst. But he stays lazed carelessly on top of you instead, head virtually burrowed under your armpit, as he blocks the light of the morning out, for once. You're enough, more than enough. "Who?"

"Pon."

"Vi!" Levi mumbles a vague hello while Onyankopon chortles like a proud father, "I'll just pull up a seat then!" Levi groans into your rib. "Happy to see you too, lover boy."

He leans down to give you a squeeze, merrily ruffling Levi's hair in the process. "Happy to see you Pon."

"And you too trouble, so...Levi, can I talk to [name]?"

"Mm, I'll go talk to the brats then." He scoops himself off the top of you, shuffling his shoes back on, before turning to face Onyankopon. In an instant, his warm eyes map over the puffiness gathering under Levi's and he softens, watching Levi admire your smile longingly, before leaving.

Onyankopon shuffles beside you, head already tilting in sympathy. "So... I missed ya."

"Missed ya more...so are you gonna tell me Pon, how was he?" To ask the uncomfortable you almost roll in on yourself, propping your chin in your palm. "The truth."

"How much do you wanna know?" he asks, crossing one leg over the other and leaning even closer, apprehension suddenly overshadowing that usually jaunty grin of his. "It wasn't...pretty I'll tell you that."

"No, Levi's always pretty." You laugh softly, hands instinctively shooting out to touch him.

Onyankopon clicks his tongue at you, with that knowing stare of his, plastered on his face, "Yeah yeah lover girl, but honestly, I've never seen him like that though, in that kind of a... state."

"State?" You gulp, eyes falling upon the floor, "Did he have a panic attack?"

He gently shifts your feet over, carefully perching himself on the end of the bed, and lowering his voice as if telling you a sordid secret. "Well, I'm honestly unsure [name], but it was something. He smashed things, pretty much the entire living room in fact. I can't really describe it."

"Oh, I had an feeling he was on the brink, and I left anyway, after I made him bear his fucking heart to me, I left." You run your fingers through your hair, wincing when your fingers meet with sore scabs. "Ah, I feel so shitty."

"No! Don't think like that! I think he came to some good conclusions, seriously, so maybe I can stop waiting for you both to hold hands, holy-"

"Fuck off!"

"Anyway, let's cut the shit, tell me all you can, so I can submit a report at the bureau, and we can try to catch those bastards."

You chuckle, "I knew you'd ask me this, how do you know that I can even tell you anything? Huh?"

But he's already slipping his notepad out of his blazer, "Because I know you, so go."

"First off, will you grab my jacket, please?" He grabs your brown zip-up, waiting for your next instruction with it in his hands. "Right pocket...Pon that's the left!"

He gasps, "No shit, no way!"

"Shit! So he definitely told you that I lost it then."

"Well." He clears his throat, imitating Levi's voice, "My little scarf is lost, actually, so thank you very much Onyankopon, you can blame your best friend for that."

"I'm surprised he didn't hit you for calling it his little scarf!"

"Well actually I called you an idiot for losing it, and then he hit me!...What's this?"

"That there, is one of the bastard's wallets, and information wise, all I can say is that the street where one of the men live is called Cashmere street, it's maybe, one of the fifth houses from the left."

His hand encases your knee and he squeezes. "Trouble, I'm gonna need more details than that, unfortunately."

You tell him all of it, everything down to the anti-Eldian chanting, the strategically malfunctioning streetlights, the shovel man...He's pacing in horror, swiping his hands over his face over and over as if to wake himself up from it all. And when you're done he's thumping on the rickety hospital window, while his other hand is fisting the washed out curtain at it's side. "Have you told him? About that shovel guy?"

You lean back, catching a flash of Levi's hair through the door. "I don't exactly want him to go to prison, so no, I have not!" you hiss.

"Are you sure?"

You scoff, chest booming with laughter. "Pon, do you think that Levi would know near enough the exact address of a man who tried to hurt me like that, and not try to slip out in the middle of the night and take him out?"

"No you're right, and there's awful lawyers in this town."

"Mm, but anyway, you can update me about the case here and there, but please, you've taken my statement now Pon. I don't want to think about it, I want to put it behind me so that I can continue moving forward, I just can't fathom those men hurting any more vulnerable and unassuming people."

He rushes to your side to pull you into a bear hug, "I can only imagine, this is the last time we have to talk about it if you want. Promise, I'm so sorry this all happened, you didn't deserve this, nobody does."

"Thank you for being there for us, you always are, what would we do without you huh?"

"Don't mention it, I have my reasons, so always trouble." You break away with toothy grins, to both collapse into laughter when you see Levi's head peeking over the glass, because of his height you can only see his eyes and it chokes you both up even more.

"We're done!" you shout over, and you see him smile, because in an instant the doors being broken down and all of the cadets are bolstering in.

Reiner, Armin, Jean, Connie, Mikasa, Pieck, Gabi and Falco too. "Her head hurts so be quick and quiet." Levi gently scolds, glaring when Connie and Jean drape their arms around his shoulders.

"You like Captain right sir?"

"Are you quick and quiet Cap?" Connie giggles.

"Get off you giants! You stink!"

You wave at them all through locked hands, Pieck already on one side, and Mikasa on the left, with Armin on your lap of course. "Hey Cap, you're heavy by the way, you weigh a ton," Reiner snorts, and Gabi kicks him.

"She's not that heavy!"

"Can I come in?" Everyone rushes to make way for the doctor, standing to attention at the clop of his feet to the floor.

"I see you've perked up now, [name]."

"Something like that." you reply through fond laughs at your family, and Levi catches your gaze halfway across the room and you melt, eyes lidding at the sight of him.

"I'm here to give you your final diagnosis and plan for treatment, before I send you home and go home myself, are you comfortable with everyone here having ears on that?"

"Of course!"

"Great," He flips over the paper on his clipboard, "I'd say you're concussed, and the healing rates for this dramatically vary from person to person. But, because of the wear your body has already faced in the past, I'm prescribing you ten days of immense rest, but ideally the maximum and desired that I recommend for you is fourteen days. And for your grazes, especially for the one on your crown, they should be more or less healed around that maximum mark too.

But no stress at all, so no work or strenuous activity, you need to let your head heal, okay? I'll also leave some painkillers with the nurse, for you to take while you're healing, in case the headaches get too much."

Levi's fierce in his nod, already marching towards the end of your bed, "Let's get you home to bed then."

"Levi, please, what about the shop?"

"There's one more thing I have to say to the two of you, but..."

"It's fine." You smile, "I don't mind if they hear."

"If you guys have sex before the estimated healing time, though I'd prefer you didn't, please ensure that it's not rough, and that's it's as gentle a-"

"Connie, shut it."

Levi's blushing violently, arms folded beside you, "Got it."

"Overall, she just needs to rest in every way, no stress, just care, but I assume you can do that for her Levi?"

"Well that's our cue to start leaving you both to it." Onyankopon grins roguishly, encouraging everyone to say the last of their heartfelt goodbyes.

"But what about the shop Levi?"

Armin swings up off the bed, grabbing Jean for support, "We're not leaving for a few weeks or so, so we can all work shifts if you want! It will be good for bonding before we all go away anyway."

"Thanks guys, if you're really interested we can talk about this outside, I'll be back in a minute [name]."

You smile at him in reply, accepting the last of your hugs, before Levi carefully closes the door. "Thanks again doctor."

"If you were pregnant that could have gone terribly, please be cautious when you're out without Levi, or Onyankopon. Some men really are monsters, but the next time I see you, it better be because you are pregnant and experiencing morning sickness."

"Don't jinx me with that!"

He laughs heartily, "Take care and make sure you rest!" he calls out, "Bye!"

You lean over, stretching out to try and reach the clothes Gabi has brought for you, until you just impatiently swing to your feet. Though your limping and on shaky legs, so when Levi catches sight of you through the door he races in, and he can barely stomach the sight, quickly growing bloodthirsty.

"[Name], your ass is out." he coos delicately, slipping his hand over your behind as if to keep your decency. You laugh and he tips your chin up, eyes glimmering earnestly, before they widen at the sight of your heavy grazes up so close. "It's okay I've got you." he whispers, pressing a feather light kiss to your chin. "I'm sorry [name]." He moves to press one to your throat, and you giggle. "I mean it, you know that right?"

"I know you are, but it's not your fault."

"Lie down."

Using his shoulders as leverage you lower yourself back down onto the bed and he grabs all of the clothes for you. Pulling the curtain around you both, he starts to slip off your gown, and your naked body fills with goose bumps in the cold, so you sigh out in relief when his hand meets your sternum, and he holds it there, fingers swirling and soothing. "You still look good you know, even injured." he murmurs, eyes softening when you weakly wrap your hand around his wrist, just to keep him planted there. "...Fuck."

You exhale, fighting the urge to clench your thighs together. "I missed you, Levi."

You can't just say his name like that.

He swallows, and your heart starts to race as he leans into you, claiming his place between your legs. He rubs his palm up and down your inner thigh, those slate coloured eyes alight, and burning down into yours. "I missed you too...It's cold in here isn't it?"

"Yeah, but I'm lucky cause your hands are nice and warm." You inhale as he works his way up to your arms, rubbing them. "Always so warm."

"Good." He carefully ducks to your chest, hair tickling your collarbones as his warm breath revives you, while his thumbs brush over your hips. "I don't think these will scar."

"You think I mind scars? Because I love them, especially on faces."

He starts to shuffle up your socks now, careful hands adorning every part of flesh they touch. "I see, but I don't know where you'll find someone with those."

"I've already found someone, and he's the one, definitely, all noble and the like."

His hand slides onto your chest again, your hardened nipple under his palm making both of your eyes clamp shut at the contact. "Ah? But I wonder how your admirer would feel, knowing that your heart was racing like this for another man?" he whispers raggedly, letting your hands find comfort under his shirt. "Hm?"

"I don't know if he'd care." you challenge, grinning at his face as he slides up some loose sweatpants of his up your legs, tying their strings into a pretty little bow.

"He would, over a spoken for man too." He tuts, "awful."

"Spoken for?"

"For life, he told me himself."

You laugh, and he moves to mouth the darkened areas littered over your chest, pressing light kisses to them. "Maybe he's worth getting so worked up over then, he sounds so loyal, and I happen to find that admirable...you know?" you rasp, back arching and hips rolling up as he closes both thumbs over your nipples and massages them in dizzying circles, all while he pecks at your skin.

"I'm worked up." he pants, closing his mouth over your nipple for a single moment and sucking, because he purely cannot help it, but then you moan, you fucking moan and he cannot, because it's his name that you whimper.

"You're so cute."

You spur him on even more now, hands threading through his hair and tugging, "Levi, please, you can't keep teasing me like this."

"Shit." He pulls away, rising up above you and hurrying to cover your breasts up with the duvet, "You're injured, but when you're not, we can-"

You hook your arms and legs around him simultaneously and he grunts softly, "Continue this?-"

"Talk about us, and where we stand...but for now no, come on, the nurse should be here in a moment...and we're in, public." he stammers. "Shit."

"I look forward to it." You smirk, pressing your foot to his crotch but he grips your ankle, sitting you up with the pullover sweater ready. He painstakingly helps you pull the fabric over your head, being sure not to knock it too much, so you simply have to tease him.

"They've shoved enough needles in you for a lifetime." he mutters, a frown pinching at his brows, while his eyes follow the bunched cotton wrapped over your forearms.

"Fuck! Levi stop being so rough with me, damn, the doctor said-"

"I will in a moment if you carry on." he just chuckles, pecking a kiss to your temple, as he tucks the top into the sweatpants. He grins at you, reopening the curtains before collapsing down beside you. "Now we have to wait until they bring you your prescription, but he said it wouldn't take long, okay?" he hums, tucking the blanket in around you.

You nod, budging closer to him, until you're both lazed on your sides, relaxed with every bat of sensual lash at the other. "C'mere?"

"Mm?"

"Anything on your mind?"

He's been asking you every rendition of this question all morning. "I gave Onyankopon one of their wallets, and he's going to the police for me, and I'm sure they'll sort this out, because we're respected...more than you think."

He shakes his head, "Then what happened wouldn't have if we were, I'm going to kill them." He tells you so plainly, it's like he's talking about buying groceries.

You hook your other arm around his neck, watching his jaw grit and eyes flutter shut when you use your thumb to circle all that tenderness aching his nape. "Levi," you giggle, like a lovesick schoolgirl, "this isn't back home, you can't just commit murder."

"They violated you, and they hurt you, marked you at that, I want them dead."

"I got off with some scratches."

You hear his breathing halt, "Your head was bleeding, and you were out cold." And to think he's never felt squeamish by blood before.

"It's basically a mild graze, even the doctor said I just need to rest, so it can't be that bad, and they didn't get much time, because of..."

"What?-" Shit. "How?"

"Cause I got away, kay?"

You think if Levi knew, they might actually lock him up, veteran passes and all.

"Can you let the police take care of it, and not become an absolute lunatic, please? For me."

"Wicked girl," He tuts at you, shifting the hair out of your eyes, and sighing." But for you, anything."

"Can you pass me my jacket please?"

He cocks his head back and immediately huffs, "When's the last time this was in the wash?" he scolds. "I haven't seen it in so long."

You laugh so sweetly it tickles somewhere in his stomach that makes him want to obey your every command. Tsk, and Levi doesn't listen to anyone. "Close your eyes." You carefully release his cravat from its pocket, before placing it lightly into his hand, he squeezes it, gasping almost instantly. "Yes!"

His cravat. You managed to keep it in perfect condition. How? "Is that where you were?" he asks. "You were getting this back for me." he grabs your face, sucking a long sweet kiss to your cheekbone. You grin, clumsily kissing the side of his cheek caught in the contact, being so close to Levi feels so new but so familiar, his skin even smells like home, and it's so soft and perfect under your lips, that your heads reeling.

You nod into him, "Yes I got it, I remembered that on that day I wore two jackets, remember? But I'm so sorry I lost it in the first place, Levi."

"Thank you, thank you so much."

"Levi, I'll protect your heart whenever I can, you can trust me with it, forever."

You will him to reply, feeling your heart gasp and sink in your chest.

I love you, his brain screams. Never leave my side. Marry me. Let me be blessed with your existence daily. The voice in his head grows hoarse, before he repeats in his head what he wants to say a final time. "My heart is all yours. I am all yours, I always have been, back then and now, forever, just like you said."

"Oh my, Levi?" You search him for a sarcastic quip, for him to tell you this is all a lie, or that he needs more time, but he doesn't.

Instead grabs your face gently, your chin safe in his palm, and he pecks a kiss to your left cheek, "I" and then one to the right "promise. "But if you break me, just-promise me you'll make it quick, got it?"

I adore you. "Got it."

"But, I...adore you, and I'm devoted to you." he whispers, kissing your puffy knuckles. "When you're better I'll tell you the rest."

"I adore you even more."

"Impossible, but shit, you really socked him one." he chuckles through a rumble of laughter. "That's my girl."

"You know it."

You stay embraced for a few minutes, and it feels like even the ward goes quiet, while your smiles are spread so stupidly big across your faces they ache. "In a few days, when you're feeling better and have rested...let's go and get that fucking dog, mm?" You blink those eyes up at him so gorgeously, that his heart is beating so fast it feels dangerous. "We still have to talk about...us. I know."

You smirk, rousing his locks with a shuffle of your hand. "As long as you do."

"But, we're building... " his voice trails away, and then he's nervously gnawing at his lip.

"What? Why don't you tell me." you tease.

He shakes his head at you, greeting your wrist with a drag of his lips across it. "Our family, so, let's go and get one of those little mutts, I don't mind."

"Dogs Levi."

"I'm not walking it."

"You don't have to smart ass."

"We're still getting the little...puffy one then, with the white paws?"

"The one he showed us a photo of first?"

"Yes." he sighs.

You grin, "You're excited."

"No, no I'm not. Good, here she comes with your medicine. Time to go home."

"Time to go home." You smile back lovingly.

On the way out you insist that you tweak your journey slightly, so you can include a stop through the market stalls. Although your limping is making his stomach churn, he accepts, though only if it means in return that you'll sleep early tonight.

His eyes rake over the puckered skin on your chin again, "Levi?"

"Your soup?" he blurts out, casting his eyes down to your...bruised knuckles instead, shit, he's mouthing something to himself, isn't he?

"It's good, but stop, I can read your lips."

"I suppose you got me."

"I did indeed."

"The house might be...a mess."

"My Levi making a mess?" you tease, "But no don't worry, Pon already told me."

He blushes, "I make messes all the time." You feel his foot knock yours, and when you look up at him, you watch him recoil into his occasional bashfulness.

The smell of fresh bread is clinging to the air, and there's gaggles of mothers and their children, and crowds shifting past with their shopping, but then there's you and Levi. There's a number of couples surrounding you two too, but all he sees is you, and all you see is him. He shifts his hand closer, knuckles kissing yours, "All I wanna do is apologise, but I think I can make it stop." He leans in, checking for onlookers, and then tilts your chin ever so gently,

"Kissing me better?" He hums in reply, and you giggle into the cushion of his lips as they cool the scab scuffing your chin, "Everyday till it heals, nurse?"

"Everyday."

It's a calm meal then after, you lean your face upon his shoulder and lazily tip your bowl up to drink your soup, and he just smiles, to your surprise helping you tip it. This of course doesn't last long, because Levi's shooing you away from the table before you know it, already tucking your scarf into your coat.

But there's a pet accessory stand and you just have to drag him to it. Within minutes you're eyeing him curiously, watching him sift through their collection of dog coats, particularly a forest green one, with an insulating fur layer. "I don't want her to freeze."

"That's what furs for." you giggle, but he's taking you seriously, very seriously.

"I'm buying her the coat, I can't have either of my girls freezing." he says, inspecting the quality of it's stitching.

You sigh with a contented smile, wriggling up closer to him and embracing his bicep. "Idiot."

"Shall I make pasta later?" he asks airily, already grabbing the attention of the owner.

You feel even fuller when you arrive home, because there's a handwritten note upon the coffee table, and the place is spotless. The small squiggled 'O' at the end of the note makes Levi's cheeks burn, "I don't deserve him." he murmurs, "Not at all."

"You do."

The smell of garlic laced mascarpone one pot pasta makes your stomach rumble, as you lay with your head tossed back in the water, "I'll be in to wash you in a moment."

"Huh? It's okay, you're already making dinner!"

"I said I would!"

"Did you?"

The soft patter of his feet reach the bathroom, and you tilt your head up in adoration, he's wearing a pinstripe Ackerman's apron, and you can almost smell the aroma of baked goods and chamomile leaves wafting through from it. "You were, " He pauses to flick his tongue across his lip, "out, when I said it." He ducks beside the bath, and you smile at the pasta sauce on the tip of his nose. Some of the scar tissue on his face has reduced sensations over the years, so you often find his face half covered in various sauces after cooking.

"You do that too though huh?"

He blushes, hands promptly fishing under the water for your washcloth, "Sometimes."

"I think we should stop then, and say the things we want to say, only when the other can hear."

He smiles, lathering up the cloth with soap, "I'd said that I wanted to scrub their dirty hands away."

You take his cheek and lean over the bath, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. "Thank you."

"I just had sauce there didn't I?" he chuckles.

"Mmhm, but I just felt like kissing your nose anyway!"

"Well it's only polite to return the favour." He takes your face in his hands, and presses a peck to your nose, but then he finds his lips smoothing across your wet cheekbone to your ear. "There's more to come for you and me...and as soon as you're healed, I'll kiss you, everywhere." he whispers, using the tips of his fingers to shamelessly strum every disc of your spine. You audibly swallow and he chuckles, "Ah," He exhales, gently raking his teeth along the shell of your ear, "You're so sweet."

"You-" You shudder, twitching as you grab onto his shoulders, releasing deep stifled breaths that make every single one of his muscles clench at the sounds. "Join me in here please, I want you to hold me." you whine, clinging to him.

"You know I can't..." He draws his fingers lower, drawing circles on your lower back. "In bed, after dinner."

You pull away, wrapping your hands through his hair with fluttering eyes, as he continues to make your body tingle so much you're almost embarrassed, all from his touch alone. "Levi."

"Yes [name]," he replies, taking your hand.

"Everywhere?"

He cocks a brow at you. "Not a single place will be left untouched, unless you doubt my thoroughness?"

"Oh, never."

"Good, now let's finish up and eat, hm?"

Because of your concussion, you nod off in the bath and awake to Levi tutting at you, and wrapping you up in a large towel, "You could drown, and dinners ready."

"No one's gonna drown." you laugh, and he huffs at you, still continuing to help you get ready as you flop lazily against him.

"Do you still want the pasta?"

"Of course I fucking do, it smells delicious."

His heart swells. "Good, I added some fresh garlic to it today." You slide your hands around his waist, and watch him smile at you in the bathroom mirror, "So let's eat."

Levi doesn't force you to talk about what happened at dinner, though he wants to, instead you fill your bellies while the fireplace crackles, savouring every morsel swallowed beside each other. "I love your company, do you know that?" you yawn, sipping your mug of hot cocoa.

He chuckles, his deep laughter as warm as your cup, "I do, I love yours too." He settles down his mug, picking up his newspaper.

"Who reads the newspaper at night?" you tease, tapping it away with your foot.

The corners of his mouth curl up, "Plenty of people, you know I enjoy page nine." Levi loves the agony aunt columns, like seriously. "Ana here claims her husband is cheating."

"And I suppose Aunty Cindy has all the answers." you huff.

"Ten actually, and I'm dying to know, so-" You put down your cup, crawling over his thighs and collapsing there. "Need some help?" he chuckles, stroking your cheek.

"I'd planned to reach your chest but your thighs are comfy."

"You're more than welcome to stay there then."

"Go on then, tell me those ten answers." You smile, wrapping your arms around his thighs and curling your knees up to your chest. Within seconds you feel his hand smooth over your arm, before a blanket falls over you.

You look up at him and you stay staring together a minute, eyes tracing over lips before inevitably breaking. "That's what I thought." The crackle of the fireplace and the candles surrounding you both encase you in their warmth, and it's not long before heavy rain joins, crashing down onto the roof and windows. Levi looks down at you in sheer bliss, "Glad we're not out in that."

"Sounds cosy though, like music." you hum, pecking a kiss to his thigh.

"Definitely love." he dares reply as causally as he can, but his ears are fucking burning. You squeeze him even tighter, buzzing underneath him, and he laughs dotingly, "You know, I've never enjoyed the rain until now, in this moment with you."

Isabel and Furlan.

"I'm enjoying it with you too." You mouth the word sorry and he clutches your hand, already searching for the next column.

"So, the next one, a man wrote in this one."

"Ah."

He quotes the tagline. "Tom is sweet on his mom's best friend."

"Ouch."

You spend the whole night not just utterly consumed by Levi, but Hange, and how you yearn to tell them the way he makes you feel, how weightless, how you feel so giddy sometimes you have to sit down and brace yourself. You want them to see how he's changed, maybe now you want him to read their letter too.

"Who did the shop today?" you yawn.

"Arlert and Kirstein."

"Ahhh- Levi what's this thing? I didn't notice it earlier!"

The bed dips beside you in the darkness and Levi lights the pillar candle on the nightstand. And when the light reveals the object, his eyes widen, and you giggle as he crawls over your thighs to ogle it, grabbing the note beside it, "It's Pon again."

"I thought this might be relaxing and dare I say romantic for you both, just simply haul the arm onto this record, and position it so the music starts to play clearly, I'll explain the rest at some point, but for now, just listen together, it's sweet right?

-O."

"It's a music player,"

"Music! Oh wow, I wonder what it will play." Out of pure tiredness and clinginess you fall against him, his chest against his back, while he fiddles with it until the tune begins to play smoothly. "Oh my."

Levi's speechless as the song starts to play out, it's beautiful and slow, strokes of saxophone and careful piano ringing throughout the room, intermingling with the rainstorm outside and bathing you both in their notes. And when Levi hears the clarinet harmonising, he chokes up, letting himself fall against the headboard, "This is, something isn't it?"

"This can be another thing we can do together, and we can play it in Ackerman's."

He starts to hum the song to you and you melt into mush in his lap, wrapped in the honeyed vibrations. "I know that even the worst people in all the world would have only to look at you and they would love you. Tell me, how did you come to be so beautiful?"

"You're reading it to me! You've memorised it?"

"Almost, just your favourite parts." he whispers, dropping his chin on your shoulder, arms still coiled loyally around your waist. "Levi?"

"Yes beautiful."

"Wha-" You gasp, tipping your head back to look into his eyes, for once they're not so unreadable, and god grey has never looked so inviting. "You've never said that like, that, before." you utter, stumbling on your words.

"It's something I say when you cannot hear me. But none of that anymore, right?"

You shake your head, too in awe to reply with anything intelligible, and then he combs your hair away from your eyes, just when you thought it couldn't get worse. "Is there something you want to say?"

Just that I love you.

"You know, now, don't you?"

That I love you.

"We both know," he speaks lowly, and he sounds so good you wish you could play it on such a future-forward machine, on a loop.

I love you too.

"No talking about this until your head is better, doctor's orders." He ducks down, using his cheek to map where he'll fit the best, before he presses a kiss to the curve of your neck.

"One more of those then?"

He chuckles in adoration, the music thickening your safety in each other, "You like your neck being kissed, don't you?"

"By you yes." you laugh shakily, fists clenching on his shorts.

He kisses your neck again, and you drawl out, completely hazy. "Then I'll give you a few more, because I like the little sounds you make."

"Oh Levi...s-shit."

"I know, I know." He presses kisses all over the side of your neck, thrumming to the song in your ears, his soft lips settle on your skin so artfully, that they create indelible marks on you. You don't want any other man's lips on your skin but his, you thought you knew that before, but now you definitely do. Your breath is stuttering, and your gulping, but he carries on, lifting your hair up and kissing your nape, while his hot breath grows heavy against your neck. "I'm so proud of you, of course you took him down. That's my partner, right? My girl."

"Damn right." you rasp, clutching him tight, "I am."

"My beautiful...you're something else."

"Don't stop, please." you moan softly, as he places his hand on your throat, ever so gently tipping your head up, and kissing at your jawline as he leans over you. You hook your arm around his neck and pull his face closer, tugging on his hair.

"Oh..." he grunts. "T-this song is pretty, isn't it?"

"Mm, I like it." He breaks away, his breathlessness unabashedly smooth on your neck, "Time to sleep."

"Mm," You fight to catch your breath for a moment. "Can you keep humming it like before?"

"I will until you sleep, yeah?" he soothes, settling behind you, one hand clasping your waist, the other positioned just above your head.

You lick your lips, shuffling back against him, urging him to hold you tighter, and he does, gripping you like you'll float away. "Levi? I'm scared I'll have a nightmare." His lips wobble in the dark.

"If you do, I'll be right here, so it's okay. You don't have to be afraid."

"What if you need to pee?"

"I can hold it." he chuckles.

"I can't stop thinking about it."

"If you tell me about it, then some of it will go away, right?...so tell me, you can, okay?" He runs his hand along your side, squeezing as if to coax out your words. "If you're comfortable, I'm here to listen, take your time."

"So I got lost, and I was wandering around for a while...and then I noticed that where I'd gotten to, all of the street lamps were out," He winces behind you, chomping down his lip, but still encourages you to continue with gentle whirs. "Then I heard these men shouting, I thought they were just drunk at first, but then I realised they were shouting something about Eldians...towards Eldians." His fists clench on your hips and you smile, smoothing them over and uncurling his bunched fingers.

"What happened next?"

"I looked around the street and panicked, because it looked exactly like Paradis, it was all so clearly war torn, even in the pitch black," You chuckle wryly, your nails digging into his palm. "It practically stunk of gunpowder, and I just wanted you, my love, and then they found me."

Your fault, your fault, your fault.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there, I promise you I was searching everywhere, but you'll never have to search for me again, because I'll always be by your side from now on."

"It was my fault."

He's impassioned immediately, "It was their fault darling not yours!"

"I love hearing you say those words."

"Then I'll never stop." He lets you lull in his arms for a bit, continuing to soothe you with the music accompanying his embrace, his hands idly stroking through your hair, "If you can't continue that's okay, you have time."

"I didn't know if I would tell you this, but one of the men tried to touch me...well he did, he didn't get far, but I felt fear, real human fear, in fact for a moment I wished it was just a titan in front of me." A single tear falls down from his left eye, and he finds himself holding his breath. "That's kinda funny right?"

"Is he the one you punched?"

You nod into your pillow and he feels like his head is underwater, "I'm so sorry."

"He didn't make me feel weak though, but the other men did. Because they had me on the floor, and they spat and kicked at me like I was nothing." You pull his hand to your lips and kiss it, you're slightly shaking against him and it's so painful to watch that he has to close his eyes. "Yeah that, well it was, fucking...cruel."

Levi takes a breath, he's never been good at comforting people, or so he thinks, but he's always been awfully good at it with you. And even though he feels murderous right now, he softens his voice for you nonetheless. "But, you got away, because you're strong, you're always stronger than you think, I promise, you got away, and that will never happen again, because you're safe now, you're safe with me."

"Have you ever felt weak like that?"

That's quite the question, but you're quite the woman, and he's changing, you're helping him do that, so he'll tell you. "I used to hate nights, but now that I share them with you, I, feel safe and without you here with me I didn't, so you could never be weak, strength is more than physical prowess, you know that." He rocks you playfully, before speaking to you tenderly, "I feel weak without you, and it's not just because of those killer punches of yours."

You laugh through sniffles, resisting the urge to tell this man how much you love him, and how you will even until time outlives you both.

"You'll always have a safe place with me, that will never change. I'll always be waiting for you to get home, and if I'm not it's because I'm right by your side."

You peck a kiss to each of his forearms, "My favourite place is here, this is where I feel safest."

"Ah? Here I thought the thighs were your favourite."

You snort with laughter and he does too, "Definitely, thanks for the reminder."

"Well they're reserved for you, because no one else could ever come close." After those words, he buries his nose into your hair and continues to hum to you again, and you drift away to sleep so peacefully, that Levi has no choice but to follow closely after. Though not without leaning over and putting his finger under your nose to check for breath ever so often before he does.

But to your surprise, Levi is the one to wake you, you rise in the middle of the night to his hands twitching uncontrollably on your hips, his fingers jutting and pressing like they're still clicking ODM controls, he does that sometimes, but only when he feels powerless. "Levi." You coo, hearing him grunt softly in your ear, and when he doesn't respond to your voice, you squeeze his hand in yours and he jolts so violently it's as if he's been thrown from a height beside you.

He's panting, and rattled, and you can feel a light layer of sweat coating him, "I'm sorry," he whispers, pressing messy kisses to your jaw, "Sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay."

"I love you." he mumbles, "So much." before falling back to sleep in an instant.

"I love you, Levi."

The night trudges on, with neither of you to remember the honest exchange of the words, delivered and meant so purely.

A few days had passed before Munro had knocked with some news, "I thought I'd let you know that your dog is waiting at the shop for you both."

You'd dropped your toast and rushed to the door, jumping up on Levi's back to eagerly greet Munro, "We'll be right over!"

"I'm glad you're feeling better!"

"I'm glad one of us is." Levi teased.

The entire walk over Levi had scolded you for walking so fast, yet he'd made every preparation for your dog's homecoming that past three days, because he was definitely more thrilled than he'd let on. "This is sugar! She's very well trained, had all of her treatments, and she's even ready to be walked."

When Munro revealed the full price, Levi grumbled in your ear, "I'm glad this is our government money." But he was looking at her like she was his new best friend, patting her head the entire time.

"But there is something I should tell you both, usually puppies are sold around six months, but Sugar here is actually a year and a half old."

"Did we take her from her family?" Levi instantly took your hand, seeing your face crumble.

"No, no! You're going to be way better than where she came from, and she'll get used to you guys in no time."

"Little shit's kinda cute." Levi muses, "Still all yours though."

You'd glared at him as you took your leave because all of a sudden he was hoisting the same dog he'd claimed to not want, up in his arms. "Levi! Her leads right here."

"The grounds wet? She's not walking in the house with wet feet."

You'd giggled and he'd come to a dramatic halt beside you, "What?"

Other than one of the most serious brooding men holding a fluffy little dog in his arms, "Paws Vi,"

"Arms, legs whatever."

"They're all legs." you'd snorted, reaching over to stroke her.

"No, she's got elbows and knees, look."

You were gasping for breath, "They're all legs." you'd told him once more, barely coherent through laughter.

"Careful your head, and let's just get the little fucker home, what are we calling her?"

"Well not that!"

"If you want to carry her, be my guest."

Levi already had the fireplace set up with her bed beside it, for when you'd gotten home. He'd seriously forked out and got the most expensive one too, it looks like a mini cave, completely plush with fur lining, and because she didn't leave it for a while after arriving at her new home, boy was Levi smug. It's green too, of course, to match her collar. "I told you, they like soft things, just like we do."

"Lola?"

Levi groaned more than he had for the past twenty options, "Lotti?"

"Yes, let's call her that!"

"But what was her name before?

"Sugar."

"Will she respond to that name then?"

"Let's hope so." You'd called her up on the sofa with you by her new name and she'd enthusiastically followed, "Levi did you-" You'd sighed, watching him lug a bucket of steaming water behind you to the balcony.

"Levi it's too cold to give her a bath, and what if she hates water!"

"Then that's what the fireplace is for, and it's not windy, she'll be fine."

It turns out that Levi is quite the dog whisperer, because she was rather pleased with the treatment from you both as you'd scrubbed and washed her in the large tin bucket together. He wrapped her in about five towels when you were both done too, and then sat beside her until she dried, calling her a good girl the entire time.

"I don't want a dog." he'd said. But now as you watch him reading a book this morning with Lotti curled up loyally on his chest, you steal a laugh at his secretly soft nature, it's been a day and she hasn't left Levi's side. Last night before bed, he'd turned on some music, dragged her bed into your bedroom, and put her right beside you both on the floor.

"Levi? What are you doing?" you'd hissed.

He'd shushed you gently, in a way he never has before." Come on, she needs to get used to us, Munro said." But when you went to the bathroom in the middle of the night and stubbed your toe on her water bowl, you could have fucking throttled him. But he woke up in complete delight, chuckling at you both.

"Levi, tomorrow she's out, I can't believe you seriously put her water bowl in here."

"I couldn't have her getting thirsty."

"What did I start?"

"She's a part of our family now, remember." he hummed, "C'mere."

You groan, "Levi, she loves you more."

"No." he chuckles, but you both know it's true, he shifts her off his chest and walks over to the kitchen island, putting the kettle on. He taps your shoulder and you giggle, swivelling in your stool so he can kiss the heavy graze on your chin, like he's done every morning since you left the hospital. "Who's working at Ackerman's today?"

"Pon and Angela."

"I miss our place."

"I know, but working will induce stress."

Today Kiyomi Azumabito's monthly tea package has come, and you're stretched out beside Levi, sketching, and smelling every box. "New tea looks good."

"Mm." He smiles so prettily, that you quickly work to embellish the corners of your sketch with the upturned corners of his sweet mouth. "What you drawing now?"

"You."

"You've been drawing me for days." He grins again, happily separating all of the new flavoured bags of tea while Lotti rests cluelessly on his lap, Levi lets her smell every one, offering every box to your nose first and then hers.

"I enjoy it, I'll even be putting them on the fridge."

"Whatever you want."

Before it grows dark, you and Levi take Lotti out for her first walk, and Leslie and Munro rush out to fuss her, Leslie also insists that he's allowed to dog-sit at least every week.

"I like them." he mumbles, as you both wave them away.

"I know you do."

You enjoy the first walk with your little family, hand threaded through Levi's as you all kick through the tangy coloured leaves together. Though Levi watches wistfully at the couples and their children, and you don't fail to notice, so when he asks you if you'd like to leave early for your head, you lie and tell him that you feel fine.

But tonight, "Take one of your painkillers please!" he yells from the bathroom.

You grin to yourself, "Don't need one!" But then you hear him brusquely tut and spit out his toothpaste before he starts to speed walk to you. "Alright I'll take one!"

You hear the sound of water swishing in a metal bowl, and you almost hit the roof. You peer into the bedroom, sighing as you watch Levi set her bed in the corner this time, along with her water bowl, again. "Levi! This can not become a habit."

"[Name]. Just for tonight, she'll get lonely out there."

"Levi she'll be fine."

"She likes it in here because it's warmer."

You remind him for the hundredth time in the past two days that she has fur, but he pulls you down into the bed with him just like he did last night. "[Name] you're bullying my dog." he tells you, trapping his arms around you, and getting comfortable.

"Wait a minute, your dog!"

"She's grown on me."

"Well we need to go shopping tomorrow, that's if you'll let me take another excursion boss?"

"Aren't you the one left with an achy head after our walk." he teases.

You scoff, "Yeah, yeah."

Though it turns out Levi was right, because he always is, as a night later and after only hours of shopping, he slips a painkiller beside your glass at dinner without a peep, full of sympathy, and a knowing expression. "How is it you always know?"

"Don't underestimate yourself, what am I about to do?"

"Hmm. Wash your hands, then the plates, then your hands again, then you'll probably do some sit ups tonight, because you always do after soup for some reason...Ah, and then you'll shower."

"How is it you always know?" he parrots, kneeling to take your dinner plates.

You smile sweetly, "Don't get a stitch, and give yourself at least ten minutes for it to settle please."

However those dark luscious lashes of his, only charm you like they always do, "Well you always sleep after soup."

And of course, he is right.

But when you wake up without Levi nor Lotti beside you, you crane your neck to see him standing before the kitchen window and you creep up to hear him, "It's not safe enough for you to play out there at night yet though Lotti, there's always foxes-"

"Levi?"

He almost drops her. "What!

Additional Author's Note: Damn, I expected Fable to reach 30ish chapters, but this chapter alone is like 6 chapter plans, merged into one chapter! So...maybe Fable might definitely end before 2022!🥺🥺🥺 I'll be so sad when it does🥺😭

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