Why Do You Reblog Your Own Fics So Much?

Why do you reblog your own fics so much?

Because someone might as well!? And look at this. Look. At. This.

Does this look right to you??

These are just the last three fics I wrote. I appreciate the likes, believe me I do, but you have to understand. Likes do nothing for content creators. It’s the reblogs. Because that’s how you find shit on your dashboard. Through reblogs. Not likes. This isn’t twitter or tiktok or instagram. This is a website that’s run by the reblog system.

Reblogging helps content creators put their stuff out there. Why do you think so many people stopped writing fanfic and creating beautiful fanart and edits? It’s because they put in hours of work and don’t get nearly enough notes for their masterpieces. Yes we do this because we enjoy it but like...some validation won’t hurt. A boost of confidence here and there might be all someone needs to finish whatever thing they started and left.

Anyway, I’m still going to reblog my shit...

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Chapter 6 | Highs and lows.

"watching the fire crackle through strands of your hair..”

Summary: AOT CHAPTER 130-139 MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD. You and Levi go out on an adventurous day trip before the weekend ends, and the real planning begins.

Warnings/ tags: Blood, Mentions of periods.

Wc: 10.7k

An: I wanted this chapter to feel very emotional and fluffy, I hope you guys enjoy, mwah <3

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“A walk?"

"Yeah."

Levi can feel sweat gathering along his spine, and for several minutes now he's been trying to unknot his brows and fucking relax. He doesn't want to appear too blunt, or socially inept, no, mostly too uncivilised...though the feeling of this woman's hand on his thigh, is making his muscles tense up. He wants nothing more than to bat it away, even more so when his stomach drops, when he notices your eyes flickering to it. Levi's just never really had women be so forward with him, maybe you? But you're different.

He gulps, now asking himself how he'd feel if he came home to see you so close with a man that isn't him. He quickly concludes that he'd probably break the mans fingers and have a cup of tea afterwards. So he moves aside, crossing his thighs together to remove her sullying touch, he doesn't want anyone else touching his body, only you.

Is he turned on? Why is he fidgeting like that?

"So, what's this?" Your smile is aching your cheeks already, your mood immediately dampened by how weirdly picture perfect they look together.

"She's showing me her camera."

Yeah? And what else.

"Oh, you want one?" you ask, fingers brushing against the documents burning a hole in your pocket.

"Yeah, I might save up for it."

You turn to Amelia, fists curling. "Soo...do you sell cameras?"

"No I don't, sell cameras." She scoffs, air quoting your words with a smirk. "I partially own the museum."

You give her the most disgruntled expression you can muster before turning to Levi, disregarding her smug reply completely. "But Onyankopon has one, you should ask him."

"W-"

"Levi was interested in mine, it's a better model. He's got a good eye for someone that didn't grow up with our technology, we were just saying that, right?" Levi just nods, silver eyes cautiously scanning you. While collapses into giggles, every word more irritatingly patronising than the last. "Wait, wait, hadn't he mentioned it to you?"

"No, but that night when we left we came home and went straight to bed, so I guess he forgot, I don't think he was thinking about cameras..." Levi smirks.

That shut her up.

"Well did you frame the photo I took? Like you said you would."

"We haven't found a frame yet, so it's just beside our bed instead right now."

Now that definitely shut her up.

"On our nightstand."

"Well...I'll be going now guys!" She turns to Levi, voice sickeningly sweet, as she twirls together strands of her peroxide sodden hair. "I'd forgotten that you don't live here alone."

"Why? Am I interrupting something Amelia?"

"No no, of course not, anyway! I've gotta go, things to do. Hope to see you soon Levi!...And you [name]!" She quickly scrambles to her feet and hurries past you, heels clicking on the linoleum.

And when you finally hear the front door slam, you plonk yourself down onto the sofa, eyes boring into his. "I'm confused, what the hell was that? You wanna explain why she's in my house?"

He shrugs. "I told her you might like a camera."

To him, you'd spent ages clinging onto all of those pictures of Hange and the cadets, when life was so chaotic, he wants to document your peaceful life together now. He wants you to have that to hold on to, something good, something you both created together, because he thinks the mundane with you is what really matters. No, he knows it.

"Yeah, a camera would be great, but I mean how the hell does she know where we live? What happened to not wanting to wake up to a knife to our throats."

He sighs, standing up and heading for the kettle. "Well I told her, obviously. And I doubt she's a trained killer [name], she's harmless."

"Harmless?" you cackle, "Definitely. Her act is fucking transparent."

Levi's only half in tune with the conversation, he's still trying to hide his joy and amusement in the fact you said, 'our bed'. He doesn't allow his mind to stretch far with you, he doesn't like it wandering onto fantastical scenarios, that he dreads may never happen. But he's sure that if he's not just thinking too hard, or thinking too much of himself. That you're fucking jealous right now, and he's soaking every second of it up.

"She's not gonna kill anyone."

"So the other night, that's what you were speaking about with her then?"

"She lives in the area, so, I thought it'd be...neighbourly, what's wrong with that?"

You glare at him, and he knows why, he avoided your question. "We already have neighbours, we need to get to know them."

"From the start you wanted us to integrate here, so that's what I'm doing, what's the problem?"

"I didn't mean with people like her."

"What's wrong with her?"

"Oh nothing, she's obviously so nice, coming over uninvited like that!"

He places his cup down and approaches you slowly, grabbing your hand. "Why are you getting mad with me?"

"I'm not, it's just I've come back home to you, and she's just here...like that and..."

You're mine.

He drops your wrist, returning to the kettle to pick through his tea leaves. "It was nothing like that [name], she's just...weird."

"I just seemed to have interrupted...something."

"You didn't. She was showing me her camera, she was passing by, that's all." he states firmly.

"You're free to live as you please, I'm glad you're socialising, seriously."

He huffs into the sink, wiping the frown from his lips as he turns to face you. He wants you to tell him how bad you want him, why won't you? Why can't you? That's why you're pressing this so much, because you are jealous right? Maybe if you just said those words, he wouldn't feel so turned inside out by the fear of his own feelings.

"She came over with no warning, I hadn't expected it either...sorry." he mumbles. Great, now you feel guilty.

"It's fine, I'm happy you've made a friend."

"I was hardly looking for one." He smirks, walking up to you, grabbing the sides of his coat and pulling you closer with them. "Where did you and Onyankopon go anyway?"

The blue of his eyes are so mesmerising in this light today, and so damn distracting. His natural charm is overwhelming sometimes, and his aura is intoxicating so close, it's making you choke on air. Finally, you release a much needed breath, smiling ever so reluctantly at him. (But ultimately you're sweetened). "Oh yeah."

The shop, the shop, the shop!

"Oh yeah? Tell me then." he answers, grabbing your teacup from the cupboard.

You tug his arm and he almost drops your teacup, making him sigh, and then playfully swat you from the shock. "I have a surprise for you, it's from Pon, come with me! It's big!"

He laughs. "Careful! I'm making tea."

"Your tea can wait, get your shoes on. Right now, right now, right now!" He lets you pull him toward the coat hooks and force him to hurry into his boots and coat. You chuckle when he pulls his turtleneck right up to his ears. "Levi, fuck sake, it's not that cold."

"Yeah whatever, why are you rushing me? Where are we going anyway?"

"I'll show you."

As you pull Levi through the streets, he mostly stays quiet, face turned to yours with a mix of curiosity and affection. "We're not going into town? Where then?" he asks, still letting you silently weave him through the crowds of working people and school kids heading home. "Why are we going down here?"

"Stop asking so many questions!" you yell in excitement, nearing the corner of the street.

"Fine, wait...here?"

When you arrive, you quickly mirror Onyankopon, running up to it and waving your hands about while he stands before you, more confused than you were. He sighs, then shakes his head and you frown, asking yourself if he's disappointed. "No, I'm not breaking in there with you."

"Wait...what? That's seriously your first thought! Why would that be the surprise? Idiot." you splutter.

"Yeah, why else would you bring us to an abandoned shop just a corner away from the town centre?" Your giggles continue as you issue him over and start unlocking the door. "[Name]? Where's that key from? What are you playing at?"

You only smile, ignoring him as you open the door and pull him inside. "Now! Have a look in here!"

He covers his nose out of precaution but when he breathes in the air of it he's already convinced. "No dust, interesting." He runs his hand over the counter and you watch the immediate smile that rises and pulls at the corners of his pretty mouth. "It's a good space, it's clean, what's it for?"

"Pon wanted me to show it to you, because...ah, just look!" You pass him the deeds from your pocket, and watch his face as he scans over the documents. "Levi?" He extends his arm out, shaking his head and cupping the back of yours as if to quiet you, as his eyes dart over the words in disbelief.

It stirs something deep inside of you when he gasps loudly, and lets all of the papers fall to the floor. Before he grabs you and pulls you into an impossibly tight embrace, squishing your face right into his chest. "Levi! Did you see? It's ours, yours, your very own tea shop, we can make it our own-"

"Levi Ackerman's and [name]'s." he quotes, and you feel tears immediately prickle in your eyes, as you hold him back just as close, even though you're stumbling back against the counter from the sheer force of his grip. "Levi Ackerman's and [name's]." he repeats again, voice sounding so beautifully soft. "It's ours?"

You melt into him. "Yeah...it's ours."

Ours. Our bed, our shop, our life.

"I'm...very happy." he whispers into your ear, making you grin against him, whilst sneakily snaking your hands up into his undercut.

"Imagine how pretty it will look in here when it's raining, or when it snows and we're closing it up in the winter."

He pulls away, locking his hand through yours and walking around the room with stars in his eyes. "Tell me more."

"That display case, we could put food in it?"

He dances his deft fingers along the glass case at the counter, "Sweet things in here, for you."

"For me?" you giggle, standing back to wrap your arms around his waist as he walks.

"Yes, cookies, chocolate ones, ginger ones, oatmeal ones."

"We could cook them together?"

"We could, I'm sure we could pull it off."

"Mm and how about that?" You point up at the bare bricked wall behind it. "A black board there, we can write our menu on it."

"We could make menus too...your handwriting would look the best."

"You think?"

"You could do some of your drawings on them too."

"What would I draw on them?"

"Anything, you know you could do it."

"Wait, what about plants! Levi, plants in here! Everywhere?"

"Yeah, that'd look good, but wait..." You felt this coming. "how much do we owe Onyankopon? I really wanna thank him for this, we'll set up a payment contract, our next government payment comes in soon-"

"He says he pulled some strings and that we owe him nothing." He stops, pulling you from behind him.

"What, seriously? He can't mean that."

"He said he pulled some strings and that it's not anything we need to worry about, he means it, but don't worry we will thank him! He said he's gonna be busy for the next for days, so we'll have to wait, you know how it is... government stuff."

"What, he doesn't want anything in return?"

"No, but...are you still happy?"

"I am, am I not showing it?" he asks, shyly rubbing his nape.

"Of course you are, so...can we go and celebrate this victory then!?"

"Yes we can, and then Monday we'll begin making this..." Our own. "work." He gathers the papers fallen on the floor and lays them on the counter, beaming at you.

"Yay! Let's go! Medley!?"

"Let's go." You squeal as he shifts his hands under you and bridal carries you out of the door, closing it with you still in his arms. He smiles down at you, his heart daring to hope, he's sure he's never been so damn happy. "This will be good?"

"Yes, yes it will be, it's gonna be me and you, partners again!"

"We're always partners." he scoffs, slotting the keys into his pocket and letting you down.

Yeah, 'partners'...captain's? Lovers?

You hum cheerily in agreement, though as you link arms walking over to The Medley, you wonder how far lovers and partners are apart, the respect is the same, its equal.

You both stop in front of it, fondness in your eyes, it's been a while since you've been here, you'd missed the black and white furnishings of it, golden letters bold on its entrance beam. And when you walk in you're quickly met with Tom's beaming smile, and the unforgettably warm atmosphere of the place, fire crackling, burgundy leather seats freshly waxed. "Fuck! Long time no see!"

"Hey Tom!"

"Hey you two! How are things?"

"Great actually, it's good to see you. We'll have two beers please?" Levi asks, spirits raised as he pulls his money from his pocket and places it in Tom's hands.

"Levi! Top shelf today? Why you guys so merry on this fine Friday ay?" he chirps, pouring your pints and setting them in front of you. "This is a fresh keg of Ross T beer too, just come in." he whispers, before chuckling at Levi's face. "Don't worry Levi, I won't serve this one as much as last time."

"Thanks."

You playfully punch Levi's arm. "Hey! Aren't we supposed to be celebrating."

"Oh my god? Celebrating? Levi man! You finally proposed?"

Levi drops his head in his hands with a huge sigh, glaring up at him through splayed fingers. "Tom."

"[Name]...help me here before Levi kills me."

"We, are...opening a business! A tea shop!"

"Wow! Congrats guys! Now Levi can finally stop bitching about there being no tea in here!"

"Yes Tom I know why, because this is a bar, I do understand." he grumbles.

"Yeah well it took you long enough." Tom's wife Mina, emerges from the back room and joins his side, arm slung around his waist. "Speaking of long enough, sleeping beauty here is finally awake."

"Hey Mina!"

"Hey!" She turns to Tom, trying to control her laughter. "Honey, the cats have scratched all the fresh paint again."

"Ugh, give me a sec guys." He pecks her cheek and leaves you all in laughter.

"So you oldies are drinking today?" she asks, brow cocked as she tightens her checked work apron and corset.

Levi takes a large sip of his pint. "Watch it."

"They're celebrating baby, they're opening a tea shop!" Tom yells.

"No way! Good move! What are you guys gonna call it?"

You both curse in unison. "Oh shit."

"Seriously guys? Well, it took us long enough to name this place though, right hon?"

"Yeah! It really did."

"Shit...Levi, think of something."

"You, you're much better with these things!" he hisses.

The door jolts open, causing all of the seated patrons around you to jump and whip their heads to the exit. "Ah, the Friday rush is here my lovelies." A cluster of customers begin to barge in and Mina quickly grabs your pints, running them over to the best booth in the house. "Quick guys!"

"Always good while it lasts, eh?" Tom calls over, already doing tricks with his cocktail shaker, for no doubt a martini for some rich asshole.

"Yeah!" You chuckle back, both of you thanking Mina before she runs behind the bar to help her lover. You watch with a swelling heart as she adjusts his waistcoat, before grabbing a handful of pint glasses and garnishing ingredients.

You turn back to a thoughtful Levi before you, fingers trailing up and down his glass. "What will we call it?" He frowns, and you notice him chewing at his lip as you steadily down your pint.

"What do you think, they'd call it?" you ask, grabbing his bunched first and curling your fingers through it.

"Erwin? He'd definitely call it the scouts or something, Hange?"

"Sawney and Beane for sure." You giggle, stopping when you remember the letter, and what they'd asked you to reserve those names for. "But its not like we can actually use those!"

Levi practically snorts over his drink. "Why? It might actually sound good."

You sigh, you can hardly say, 'If we have kids...somehow! Hange has made me promise to call them those names, but hey! It's okay, they only asked for them to be their middle names!'

"No! Something else."

"I don't know, those were good."

"There's better, I'm sure...and we want it to be seen as a tea shop right, so let's think more around that."

"Okay, okay I'm thinking."

"But we could also make it personal...ah, this is tough."

Minutes goes by of both of you squinting in concentration, trying to magic up a name until Levi breaks the silence. "You said personal? I liked the sound of our names."

Together.

You bashfully avoid his gaze. "Yeah, me too, what about...our last names?"

"I like that, Ackerman's and-"

"I don't like my last name though, so let's just use yours."

"But will it feel like your place then?"

"Yeah, 'Ackerman's' I like it."

"Your name might change in the future anyway." You choke on your beer and he leans over to rub your back, wiping at your mouth with his sweatshirt sleeve. "Your last name?"

You giggle. "Yeah, I understand."

"Then it will fit both of us." he adds nonchalantly.

You lick your lips, eyeing his almost empty pint, and then him, his eyelids practically twitching shut already. He chuckles. "You're gonna catch flies."

"You haven't eaten have you?"

"I did but I worked out after."

"That's why its going straight to your head."

"It helps me say things."

You grin. "Yep, I know."

He finishes the rest of his glass and waves Mina over for another, coughing into his sleeve. "This shits potent though."

After a few more hours and rounds of bitter Ross T beer, you're both hazy and merry, arguing over what colour to paint Ackerman's walls. And every time you try to cut Levi off from another, he swears fervently that it's because you're both celebrating.

You're finally done with him, when he's been picking at the same cold bowl of potato skins for an hour. So you stand up, tugging him up along with you. "I no longer have brats I'm responsible for, so I like to enjoy a drink with you." he slurs.

"So do I, but I have a belly ache, can we go?"

He's up within seconds, immediately sobered and dragging you with him to the exit, already waving at Mina and Tom, "Ross T!" you yell, and they repeat it back to you with giggles and a thumbs up as Levi lolls into the crook of your neck. Not only does the alcohol here get him drunk, but a year into your life here, his alcohol tolerance rumour was dispelled. He can get drunk, always has been able to in fact, but he just never felt comfortable back in Paradis, he wanted to be ready to fulfil his duty at any given moment.

"Why does your stomach hurt?" he asks, head tossed up to the stars.

"I don't know, maybe it was the chicken."

"I had some and I'm fine, was probably the beer."

"Yeah, could be."

********

When you get home, Levi is tottering, falling back on the sofa and wrapping himself up in the blankets, "Does your stomach feel better?"

"Kinda."

"Can you read the moon one then?" he yawns, pointing to the fable book still waiting patiently on the coffee table. "Please?" He stretches his arm out to you and you cannot resist the invitation, obviously. So within seconds you're clambering into the warmth with him, getting comfy under the blanket beside him, and letting him clumsily snake his heavy hand up to rest into the back of your hair.

"He said, "Your face is very beautiful. I wish that you would come to me, and that my face would be as your face. Your motions are gentle and full of grace. Come with me and we will be as one—and perfect. 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 read away for a while, and as you speak the romantic words, Levi imagines you saying them to him, like a love confession of sorts. Letting himself bask in his latent need for you, clinging to you, having now even somehow migrated to being drunkenly sprawled over you, lashes tickling your belly, nose leant on your skin.

"Is this helping?" he asks, eyes gleaming up at you in earnest. You breathe in the sight of him on your lap, his cheek resting cosily against your abdomen with an arm reached up, a single finger dragging along your collarbone. Softie.

"Yes, stay right there." Reassured, he nods, waiting for you to continue.

As you read further through the book you debate each one, and when you read 'Belling the Cat', you're both stumped. "Well one of the mice have to put a bell on it, or the cat will keep killing them all."

He laughs, the deep vibrations against your skin making you feel closer to him than ever, your bodies are moulded so comfortably, that you're unsure through your sleepy eyes, of where you end and he starts. "How the hell is a mouse gonna put a bell on on a cat anyway? No wonder the mice are dropping like flies, they're stupid."

"You'd abandon your fellow mice?" You're both laughing with sleepy giddiness now, words teetering on nonsensical. "And let me be eaten by the cat?"

"Silly woman, the mice not you." You stroke through his hair and he repositions his chin to look at you properly, hands grasping onto the hem of your sweater. "How's your stomach feel now?"

"Now it just hurts from all the laughing."

"Good, then now its time for bed."

You don't end up in your own bed tonight, of course. Every night since Sasha's, you've taken a half-assed amble towards your own room, normally after brushing your teeth alongside him. Every time after this, he's just wordlessly pulled you toward him, making you follow him to his bed.

Tonight you decide to mention it.

"I'm always in here now Levi aren't I?" you whisper, locking your arms around his neck.

He reaches his arm back, looping it around your neck, happy that you're behind him to miss the stupid grin on his lips. "Good. It's ours." he mumbles.

How is it you always manage to reassure me?

********

The smell of bacon wafts through your nostrils as you stretch, it smells sweet, maybe even cured and supplied from the the Maxwell butchers in town. Your favourite butchers, that devil. So you eagerly clamber to your feet to get half ready. But you're so curious you end up just throwing your robe on and breezing into the kitchen still brushing your teeth. "Morning."

"Morning." Your smile blooms almost instantly, watching him fix the last of your plate before sliding it across the kitchen bar. "You made all this for me! I've been craving bacon." you gargle.

"Yes I know, hurry with your teeth, it's getting cold." You run into the bathroom and spit your toothpaste out, before running back in and hopping up on your stool. He's made you toast, a fried egg, and you're sure your favourite bacon.

He smiles smugly, ruffling your bedhead. "Yes it is Maxwell's bacon."

You crack him a cheeky grin. "I knew it. You splurged?"

"Maybe." He opens the fridge and produces a large glass bottle of orange juice. "When your mouth isn't so minty, there's this too."

"Oh my, Levi, what's the occasion? Are we still celebrating?"

He walks up behind you, sliding one of your silk scarves over your eyes and tying it gently. "We have a big day ahead of us." You go to peek through his makeshift blindfold and he gently taps your hand away, "Give me a moment."

You hear his steps disappear behind you, and continue to eat your breakfast, buzzing with anticipation. "You cooked this bacon perfectly! Eggs amazing too!"

"Good, eat up!"

He re-enters the room, nearing closer, before you hear large metallic clunking sounds clattering down onto the coffee table. Though light on his feet, you still feel his shadow cast over your skin as he approaches behind you and swivels your chair around, prompting you up to walk with a tender nudge. "What do you think is on the table?"

"I don't know, I'm nervous."

He unties the scarf from your eyes, with a gentle spring of his finger. "Have a look."

"Oh my god! Did Onyankopon bring us all of this? He works fast."

"What huh, no? Shit, this was supposed to be a surprise, Amelia dropped this off this morning."

"This was supposed to be a surprise for you? What are you talking about?"

"How? I asked her for this back at the restaurant idiot."

"Oh! So this is why she was here yesterday?"

You collapse into laughter, leant on his shoulder as you ogle the ODM gear in front of you. "Yeah, I paid her for it!"

You pick up one of the tanks of gas, running your hands over it's smooth exterior. "You did? Levi! There's three tanks of gas here, how much was all of this!?"

"Don't you worry about that, but why the hell do you think Onyankopon brought this?"

"Because I asked him yesterday, I wanted to do the same thing for you!"

"Seriously?"

"Seriously, I thought you might miss it."

"I do." He sorts through the gear beside you, beaming as you smile so brightly at his side.

"Great minds think alike."

"Indeed they do, now come on. We'll get ready and go out into some woods to use it."

"I'm finishing my breakfast first thank you." you chirp, giving him a quick hug and jumping back up to the table to finish it. He almost skips with joy beside you.

"If you're not hungry you know...don't force yourself, if your stomach still hurts." he says as he joins you, popping another slice of bread under the grill.

"It doesn't really hurt anymore, must have been that beer, cos I'm going to eat every last bite of this."

His cheeks flush. "Okay, glad you're enjoying it, c-cos you need to fuel up, we'll be getting the train."

"Really? Where to?"

"To a forest close to the border."

"I cant wait, I hope I haven't forgotten how to use it." you squeal.

"I don't think so."

"But Levi, why didn't you ask one of the cadets to bring you some?"

"I don't know, honestly I just wanted to surprise you, so I didn't want to risk them telling you, and it'd take too long anyway I'm sure they're travelling right now."

"Ah, makes sense, I just hope you didn't have to pay her too much."

"I didn't, though we will have to visit that fucking museum now."

"Levi!"

"I know."

************

As the train bumbles along, calm green expanses of fields, hay bales and farm animals blurred by the train windows, have you and Levi completely engrossed. Until he loudly crumples up the paper bags to your lunches, he loves the fish and chip stand by the train station and insisted on chips for lunch. "So...we'll be getting of in a small town called Craven."

"Got it, are there many guards and police there?" you ask excitedly, wiping away the salt coating your fingers with the endless stream of napkins he's throwing into your lap.

"Amelia said not so much, but I've packed our veteran passes anyway."

"She seems to really like you."

"I'm sure she'll like anyone that puts money into her pocket."

She likes—you, you idiot.

You huff, now aggressively wiping at your hands at the mention. "Are you so oblivious to think that she isn't attracted to you?" He clears his throat, fingers tracing over the folds of his cravat, tucking it closer down his collar.

"Why would I care about that? Come on, it's the next stop."

After the fairly short train journey, you and Levi step off the platform and head out of Craven's station. You cannot say you and Levi don't look suspicious with your large bags of gear in hand, and the looks you're both garnering certainly attest to that. In particular, Levi notices a man staring at you, and he grabs your hand, glaring at him. Before turning back to the travel map on the station's board, tongue jutting in concentration as he scans through. "The forests only ten minutes away, let's go."

"Yay!" You and Levi follow the arrowhead signs pointed toward the forest, eventually passing less and less people until you see the big wooden sign outside of it. 'Craven Grounds.'

"Where is everybody?"

"They used to use this forest for Titan training years ago, according to Amelia people are too afraid of coming here now."

"What like the young warriors did?"

"Exactly."

You cackle. "What? Are they worried their feet will touch the soil and they'll turn into fucking Titans or something."

"Exactly that, people are still so paranoid, but lucky for us it gives us plenty of space."

"Ah here we go." Two tall and burly men in official Liberio uniform, slowly emerge from behind the sign to greet you both, meeting you halfway on the gravel path.

"Good afternoon folks! What's your business here?" asks the first officer, his auburn hair glinting in the sun. "Not here to bury a body are ya?"

The brunette beside him laughs until he pauses, eyes fixing on Levi's scars. "Oh my god! Ben! It's Levi!"

You and Levi turn to each other, figuratively facepalming, sometimes you forget how famous you've both become, and how much most Marylean people respect you both too. "The male Ackerman!?"

"Yes-the strongest fucking male soldier from Paradis! The male Ackerman yes, fuck!" He turns back to Levi, hand zealously outstretched, back impossibly straightened. "Pleased to meet you sir! It's an honour."

Levi only nods, tentatively shaking his hand. "And you're [name] right? You look a little different from the papers."

You smile at them both as they both eagerly shake your hands too, "It's me, hairs just different."

"It makes sense, you probably wanted to blend in with the Liberio style right?"

You laugh awkwardly, eyes averting to the ground. "No, not really."

"Well Paradis has its own styles now too right? We've seen in the papers that your home is developing..." Levi shoots him a murderous look and he almost chokes on his own tongue. "Well...ah, my daughters dating an Eldian boy! So just go right ahead!"

"Yeah! We don't discriminate! Go right ahead guys."

"Wait, but you're not actually here to bury a body...right?" The brunette man calls behind you, nervously wringing his hands together.

"We're just here to make use of some old gear before we dispose of it." Levi shouts back.

"Oh cool! Yeah sorry guys! Go ahead."

"He really does sound like a military captain when he shouts!"

"Behold, the male Ackerman!" you tease.

"Shut up." You and Levi walk through the high trees hand in hand, and as soon as you're shrouded from view, and halfway through the seas of trees, you both start to strip away your bulky clothes. He rips open the bag full of your harnesses and throws you your set, grinning when you start to expertly strap it all on in seconds. Muscle memory. But you notice he's taking a little longer, so you hold onto his hip to steady him, as he straightens his prosthetic beneath his trousers, to better slot his leg through the loop.

"Will you hold onto this for me?" He's offering you his cravat, and your eyes widen at the question. He guards it with his life and he wants you to take care of it?

"Sure, I'll zip it up safe in my pocket, t-thank you."

"Thank you." He hooks his tank to his thigh, a frown on his lips as he dithers beside you. Once you finish strapping and adjusting the last of your gear, you finally notice his stalling. "What's up?"

"I won't be able to do any of my real manoeuvres like —this."

"Then why don't you take it off?"

He stops, head tilted curiously at you. "I hadn't even thought about that."

"Makes sense right? Sit down, I'll help."

He sighs. "But I'm gonna have to take my pants off."

You swallow. "Then I'll take your pants off."

He shyly nods, sitting down onto the grass and undoing his harness buckles. "Thank you." he whispers softly, as he fumbles with his zip and then lets you work his pants down his brawny thighs. "If those guards decide to come through here right now, I will be burying some bodies after all."

"No one cares about your pretty legs, kay?"

"Leg." he corrects, playfully glaring at you.

"Oh just shut up." You unbuckle the leather straps holding his prosthetic in place and carefully pull it off. Smoothing your hands over the scars littered at the end of his thigh with tenderness.

He sighs. "Don't, I can hardly look sometimes, I don't know how Erwin did with his arm."

You look up at him and smile, and he softens. "But you're so strong?" you whisper.

And so beautiful.

"Do you not want me to look?"

"You already know the answer to that question. I'm sure the other morning was enough to show you how comfortable I am."

"Levi." A white butterfly flutters past you both and then stops to rest on Levi's shoulder. You both marvel at it, as even when he moves, it stays perched in the air beside him. "See, you're still just as nature intended, even this pretty little guy thinks so." He smiles into the back of his hand, face violently flushing. "You know, your thighs were always my favourite part of your legs anyway." you continue, as you work his pants back up his legs, and then reapply his harness straps to secure the gear back around his body.

For a few minutes he stays quiet. "What? Why?"

"Huh, you're shocked? They're nice!"

"Perv." You giggle, grabbing both of your flasks of water and tossing him his. "Even when they were skinny in my twenties?"

"Yes, of course, but I liked them best in the black uniforms, they looked...juicy." you chuckle, making him splutter on his water.

"You sound like a fucking cannibal." he teases, soaking in the breaking sun poking through the tops of the trees. "But thanks, now I don't feel so bad about...it all." About myself.

"I was just being honest, maybe I'll ask Amelia to find us those old uniforms." You offer him your hand and you both ready your fingers on the manoeuvre buttons.

"Tsk." He's blushing ferociously now. "You're an idiot."

Your eyes search each other's, butterflies swimming through your guts. "The first time we met we were on these."

"I remember, you kept going in circles on the way back."

"I still wonder what you thought of us scouts then, cos I could hardly stay straight on them, you had to teach me. I was so embarrassed."

"I thought you were an idiot, and that still hasn't changed. But I never really had the chance to teach you any of the real fun though did? Erwin always told me I wasted to much gas when I did. So you better hold on." He clicks the mechanism and lets the gear swish him through the air, taking you with him as he grabs onto your hips and hoists them over his waist. With one hand threaded through the back of your hair, he holds you against him as he expertly twists and whooshes through the trees. "Because this is how you fucking do it!"

There's truly nobody that knows this gear better.

"Oh my god I've missed this!"

You both scream out till your throats are hoarse, only breaking apart to both twirl and spin apart. "Are you enjoying yourself?" you yell to him, watching him roll into a ball and dodge through branches and trees like an obstacle course.

"Yes!" Levi is whirling through the air with ease, the barriers he now has to walking ceasing, his small frame helping him glide through the air so gracefully. "Are you?"

"Of course, I'm with you!" you yell back, stopping on a tree branch, your body is shaking and your completely drenched in sweat.

"Come on!" You wave him off, instead admiring the sounds of him faintly grunting out into the air and releasing his frustrations before you. Three tanks of gas were a good idea, he's having a fucking field day, literally.

You whistle and he does even more flips before hurtling toward you and grabbing you, "Levi! I'll fall!"

"Like I'd let that happen. Do you remember the flip I taught you?!"

You chuckle breathlessly, complete exhilarated as her speeds you both through the air. "I won't be able to do it!"

"Try it." He pauses to stop on a tree branch, and you try your best, urging your body to perform his smooth slides through nothing. But you fail, forgetting to press into the gear to keep it afloat, but then he's already behind you, steadying you.

Hands gripping your hips and flying forwards, "I know you can." he says, snaking a hand down to your thighs and pushing them up to your chest. "Tuck your knees up." He pulls back now, hands on your shoulder blades before he pushes your body upwards in the wind. "Now go!" He lets go of you and you whirl in the air, quickly catching your balance as you rocket through the tops of the trees, practically swimming through it. "Atta girl!"

He continues to cheer you on for a while, until you both tire enough you end up on the ground in a heap. "Look what I packed." you yawn, pulling out an old picnic blanket from your rucksack. You lay it on the ground and you both cluster together, the breeze a pleasant accompaniment to your heaving chests and sticky skin.

"Good thinking." he mumbles.

"How did we do this before?" You giggle, wiping the sweat from your face with your sleeve.

"Asking myself the same question."

"We haven't even used all the gas though Levi, and I don't want to waste it."

"It's fine, we'll get a storage locker, it's about five minutes left from here."

You sit yourself up on your elbows, peering down at him in surprise. "What? You've really planned this haven't you?"

"I have, and are you cold? Wanna get going?"

"Yeah, and it's getting dark, come here." You lean over to help him with his pants, and at first he starts to unbutton them for you, but then he just gives up, lounging back with his arms propped under his head. "Thanks for the help."

He smirks. "No problem." Once you get his pants down to his knees, you look up at him and he cocks an eye open. "Pervert."

"How'd ya know?" You grab onto his thighs and squeeze them, giggling at his glare. "Careful, we are all alone here Levi."

"Idiot, put my pants back on, it's cold."

So he says, but he's just worried if your hand goes any further he might just expose himself, the blood is running south, quick. Your hands are just too fucking soft. "I'll just look at them later."

"Tsk." You secure the straps of his prosthetic around his thigh and prop it back comfortably on his leg, and once you're done you work his pants back up again.

"There you go grandpa. All done."

"Old lady."

You both groan as you stand up, falling against each other from the exertion of the day, and when he sees your leg buckle, oh he just can't help it. He just has to knee your thigh, causing you to fall over the heavy bag of gear you have swinging from one arm. "Ow! Levi."

He chuckles. "What? I'm just an innocent old man." You make no effort to get up, so he scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder.

"Don't strain your back gramps."

"Don't push it." When you reach the entrance of the forest, the sky is darkened, and the stars are roaming freely above you both. Luckily, the guards are gone too, so you set out to the storage locker building.

Levi does all the talking with the receptionist, signing through the paperwork so you both can hurry and return home, toes beyond frozen.

As you watch the queue, you notice that the place seems to be used predominantly for the exchanging and stashing of imported goods. Because there's a giant bearded man lugging several Ross T kegs, and a tall, slender woman behind him, holding a concealed large scale canvas protectively to her chest. And as Levi urges you to follow him to your allocated locker, you cannot pry your eyes from her, she's wearing a type of hat you've never seen before, and her suit is truly extravagant, it's a combination of a blazer and a skirt. And you think she looks fucking cool. "Levi, look at her." you hiss, listening out to hear her voice as she speaks to the clerk, she tells them that she is from a place named France, and you make a mental note to visit there one day. F-r-a-n-c-e.

You're given locker '201'. It almost looks like a mini vault, and it's the perfect size for you both to stuff your hefty duffels of gear in them and go on your way. Levi smiles longingly, as you both lock it all away, both feeling bittersweet. "We'll come back soon, promise." he says, passing you one of the keys to it as you start to head out to Craven's train station.

"We will."

The streets are dark and it's a ghost town, and Levi watches over his shoulder as you both navigate through it, his hand in yours locked tight.

When you reach the station, both your tickets are already in his hand, prepared, and he leads both to the correct bench for your platform. 'Craven Town to Liberio City Hall: Platform 7.' From the corner of your eye you notice him fiddling with his collar, plucking the fabric with unease, until you watch a silent "Ahh' form on his lips. He turns to you, "My cravat, can I have it back now please?" Knew it.

"Yeah sure." You reach for the zip on your pocket and gasp when you find it open. Oh fuck, oh fuck, no.

He scoffs. Keeping his hand held out to you, while he eyes the train tracks with curbed suspicion, he still doesn't believe they're very safe and he'd have happily walked, but he knows that you like them, because Hange did. "Very funny, pass it here."

"Levi, it's...not here."

His attention is immediately on you all at once, hands forcing themselves into your pockets. "You put it in your pocket right? Or did you leave it back in the locker?"

"No, no I didn't I had it inside this pocket right here." you stammer, helping him rip all of your pockets inside out. "It's not here, this is where I left it."

His teeth grit and you see that vein in his neck pulse as he starts to snap. "What? So it's gone? What are you talking about?"

"Maybe its in the storage locker!"

His voice is quickly growing louder and angrier and it's making you feel fucking sick. "Maybe? Is it, or isn't it?"

"I-"

"It's there, or it's not!"

"I didn't move it from my pocket!" You rise to your feet, immediately energised by the discovery as you zip up your coat ready. "We'll go look for it, I'm so sorry Levi, I'll go and look for it tomorrow when it's light too, gives us a better chan-"

"We'd never find it, who knows where that blew to! For years I kept that [name], through everything, I swore I'd never lose it."

"Levi, I'm so sorry."

You tremble on the spot, watching as he buries his face into his hands, no words leaving his lips, only defeated huffs and puffs that speak for themselves. You're heart is racing, and you feel sick.

He runs his hands through his hair a last time, before tilting his eyes up at you, and intently regarding you for a moment. "Just sit back down, it's fine. There's nothing that can be done about it."

After a few seconds under his gaze, you apprehensively plop yourself back down beside him, too scared to reach out for his hand, even as your breaths create billowing clouds, and your teeth are practically chattering. "I'm so sorry, I was supposed to be taking care of it, and I fucking lost it, I don't know how it slipped away, truly, I'm so sorry."

"Well you're not going to lose me about it, I'm right here, and I haven't lost you. I lost a piece of fabric, and it doesn't exactly smell like her anymore, does it? It's fine [name]."

"No, I lost it." You feel a lump gathering in your throat, creating what feels like a box of never-ending tears in your larynx. But you don't want to cry right now. So you fidget instead, gnawing through your lips and splitting them so badly, that when you swipe them with the tip of your tongue, the potency of the tang oozing from them, makes you wince. "I'll make it up to you."

"It's okay, just leave it. You've apologised enough." He turns to you, brows crossed as he fishes his beeswax balm out of his pocket. Winding up the mechanism, grabbing your chin, and spreading it across your lips until they're soaked with it. "And leave those alone, it's a bad habit."

"Sorry."

"Stop it." he mutters, applying some to his own lips. You watch with extra attention as he swipes his cupids brow free of its grease when he's done. "It's cold isn't it? What you doing over there?" he barks, though with not a drop of malice to his voice. You remain stiff in your place, offering him only a sorry pout of your sealed lips. Weirdly enough you feel calmed when he gives up and just impatiently snatches both of your hands and stuffs them inside of his pocket. He keeps them shielded from the cold by splaying a palm over them too, his thumb drawing lazy shapes. "Train will be here in a minute."

****

The train ride is silent, but Levi keeps hold of your hands the entire time. And every time you glance at him a little too long, he whispers something reassuring in your ear and you relax with every utterance. "I think I've dealt with enough loss to be able to get over losing that, don't you think?" he grumbles, (he's trying to get a smile out of you). Your stomach is starting to ache again, along with your chest too, but you force yourself to smile anyway and he nods assuredly at your reflection in the window. Hand squeezing yours tighter.

The cold air hits you both like an avalanche when you step out of the train though, and for some reason you cannot help but feel a little tearful and frangible all of a sudden, the highs and lows off today seem to be closing in on you. The worry of your warmth together fading consuming you, you're anxious, and extremely so... "Look, let's get something."

So we can remember this day.

Levi pulls you over to an old couple sat waiting at their shopping stall, they're wrapped in an assortment of woolly accessories, and they look sweet, old, healthily old, and you quickly imagine them as somebody's grandparents. Wishing them the longest life possible, because people never lived so long in Paradis but they do here. You hope you and Levi will. Before you know it your brain is helplessly drawing stories of big family dinners and teen romance, before Levi taps you. They're also the last open, trying to no doubt snag the sales of the cold souls arriving from all over, a smart couple, bonded by such strategies? Maybe like you and Levi when you were Captain's fighting the...

No, when he forces you up at six in the morning to go to the grocers with him to get your favourite bread or bacon, or cider before they're snagged. Those are pretty neat strategies too.

Their table is littered with knitted goods, and the first thing that catches your eye is a cable knitted navy snood. "Good evening you two." You and Levi politely chirp a good evening back as you begin sifting through, until he stops, a green woollen beanie hat in hand.

"Blue suits you the best." you offer quietly, holding up your find to him and turning to the woman, "I'll get this please."

He ducks his head for you to put it on him and he smiles when you tuck it tight under his black overcoat. Then reaching over and pulling the green hat over your head, "I like you in green the most, I'll get this thanks."

The man suddenly clears his throat and you both turn to him, he'd felt the tenseness between you both as you'd approached, and although his wife is pleading for him to be quiet, he hardly cares. "Fran here was sweet on me in school, and she made me a hat just like that, and I still have it... keeping each other warm is important, and not just when it's cold, know what I mean son?"

"Al." his wife softly warns.

He chuckles sweetly. "I'm old is my excuse, but not my business, I get it."

You and Levi both stand in shock, unsure of what to say next until the woman speaks again. "Lovers quarrel!" she adds rather awkwardly, and Levi's had enough.

"Goodnight." he mumbles, throwing down the money, grabbing your hand and steering you both away home.

"Fucking hell." you whisper, and for the first time in what feels like hours you both laugh, falling into each other as you splutter together.

But when you finally reach home though, you're still anxious, thoughts spiralling, and the muscles in your abdomen are starting to grow relentless in their torture. You think it's stupid, but you wonder anyway if you'll lie with him tonight, maybe he doesn't even want you beside him right now? But you're so cold without him.

All is silenced, and you're ripped from your thoughts, when you feel two rough hands suddenly firmly cupping your cheeks, with that beautifully husky voice following. "I'm saying this for the last time today, okay? I am not angry with you." He presses a kiss to your forehead, not moving when he sees slow tears rolling down your cheeks. "You're unbelievable, get in."

"I feel so bad, so so bad."

"Don't." He pulls you inside and you both kick of your shoes, and he heads straight into the living room to start the fireplace and the kettle. While you seek your comfy clothes down the hall, keeping on the hat as you raid his wardrobe. "Wash your hands! The trains dirty." Levi calls from the kitchen, but it's now you're stumbling over to his bed, the aching in your stomach excruciating.

The pain is doubling you over, immobilising you as it suddenly becomes unbearable. You slump over his bed, falling down and groaning out in utter agony. "Oh shit, this, oh no, fuck."

"[Name] I've made you some hot chocolate!" You're too winded to answer, curling up into a ball and fisting Levi's thick fleece bedspread. "You better not be asleep." He lowers his voice, and if you weren't writhing so much you'd laugh. "That's right I'll speak to myself. Great."

"Come here." you whisper feebly.

"[Name]! Oi!" The pain has you gasping, the only part of your body you can focus on is the vicious stabbing in your womb. But after a few minutes of him calling your name with no reply, you dazedly hear his panicked footsteps reach the foot of his door. "What are you-" He gasps, running over to you and grabbing your face, "Hey, what you doing? What'd you do? Hey?"

You cling to him as he turns your face from side to side, slapping your cheeks gently. "Nothing, nothing!It's my period I think..." you croak, head lolling in his hold, slow tears beginning to stream down your cheeks. "Levi, I'm hurting."

His voice is shaky as he handles you, though he coos softly to you, eyes fixed to you. "You are?" He gently lies you back down on your side. "Can I check?"

You curl yourself up even tighter, nodding with your knees tucked to your chest. "Please, everywhere else feels so numb."

He slowly hitches your cardigan up, sighing at the soaked seams of your pants. "Oh dear." he whispers, immediately frowning at the sight. "It, is that."

"Oh no, now I've made a mess on your fucking bed." You begin to weep quietly. "I'm so sorry for today, I keep ruining it, what am I doing?"

He resists the urge to correct you, it's both of yours, but right now isn't the time.

"I just need to clean you up." He's chuckling and the sound makes you prick up, grasping on to his forearms.

"What? You're laughing at me?"

"Mhm, it's just a bit of blood-" His eyes widen slightly when he notices you wince, and then clutch your stomach even tighter, a deep breath leaving your lips. "You're in pain? Yes." He nervously answers his own question. "We'll have some tea, but let's get you in the bath first, okay?" He hums as he walks around the room, and grabs you some of his clothes, knowing you'll find them comfier.

"I'll go grab your stuff and start the bath." he calls out, his footsteps disappearing down the hall.

When your eyes open again, he's resting his chin on the mattress and looking up at you, tenderly stroking the back of his fingers against your cheek. "No wonder you're feeling faint, how unfair." He grimaces at your frown, he can see the guilt in your eyes before he even needs to hear it. "Don't stress, you think I mind taking care of you?"

You feel your cheeks heat, not only from the close proximity between you two, but how gentle he sounds right now, he's practically lulling you to sleep. "I don't know-"

"The answer is no."

"Well...will you carry me then? Please?" You smirk as you weakly lift your arms up, expecting him to say no. "But wait I don't wanna ruin your-" Before you can finish your sentence he's hoisting you up over him, lips brushing your ear.

"Grab those then." he whispers, pointing to the clothes and period supplies on the foot of your bed. He carries you with no complaints to the bathroom, hands massaging at the backs of your thighs. "Hot bath, and then some tea."

"Thank you."

"It's okay, I'll give you some privacy today, but if you need me, call me and I'll come."

He sets you down and closes the door quietly behind him, leaving you to bathe. The steam quickly relaxes you, and as does the sounds of him bustling around the house. You find yourself tracing the marks left from the harnesses, letting your mind wander upon the past. Until you're sick of all the miles it's running so late, and eagerly clamber out of the tub, the bath isn't warm enough either, but you know what is, who is.

When you head into the living room your teacup is beside his, and there's a steaming bowl of soup waiting for you too. And suddenly you feel like crying all over again. Damn periods. "I don't deserve you."

"Shut up." he chuckles, patting the spot beside him. "Fucking cry-baby."

"Oi."

It's tomato soup, and Levi's put two comically large wedges of bread on the side of it, though of course they're cut perfectly. You realise how hungry you are as you swallow the first mouthful, the heat settling so perfectly in your stomach. "This is amazing, thank you."

"Good, eat up." He unravels the towel hanging around your neck and rubs at your hair, while watching you with a careful eye as he sips his tea. Scanning over your features, skin plump and dewy from your bath, his sweatshirt falling loosely yet so glamorously over your collarbones. He wants to tell you just how pretty you look, but instead-"How you feeling now?"

"Better, thanks to you."

When you're finished, the pains in your stomach start again, stabbing viciously without it's warmth. And before you can even get up to put your bowl in the sink, he's already taking it from your hands, and replacing it with a painkiller instead. "I fucking hate swallowing these, but thank you." you groan, and he looks immediately angered. "But I'm taking it! Yes I know."

"Good girl."

You swallow it and then attempt to recline back and relax, but your legs are knotted and you're trembling. You're ridiculously uncomfortable even, squirming and fidgeting beside him. Though the fire is soothing as the logs crackle, and both of you gaze into the glowing firebox as you sip your teas. The silence is comfortable too, hell he doesn't even want you to talk, what if you overexert yourself? He's also simultaneously resisting the urge to ask you if you feel healthy, he's not taking his eyes of you for a second tonight, he's promised himself. He's also never really understood periods, why are they so fucking painful for women? For you? And finally he's mad, because he can't do anything to help it.

Your writhing is becoming even worse, your soft grunts making his stomach churn—"That's it." He puts his tea cup down, carefully coaxing yours away from your hand and placing them both down onto the coffee table. "Come here." he offers, patting his thigh.

"Huh?"

"Here." he breathes, pointing to his thighs. "Sit here." You wordlessly comply, getting up and sitting on his lap, not even bothering to question why, why would you?

His breath against your neck makes you weaken and tremble, so sensitive to his allure. "You trust me, don't you?" he whispers, snaking his hands under your shirt and stroking them along up your spine. You hum breathily in response, as his large hands find their place against your skin, freely kneading at your shoulders and hips."[Name] you okay?"

"Of course." You smile, pulling one of his hands down of your shoulders to kiss. "I trust you with everything. Trust you with me."

He forgets how to breathe for a moment.

"Relax more for me then." he coolly replies (after seconds of quickly gathering his composure). You involuntarily shiver when you feel his soft lips press against your nape, and then when he shifts your slightly damp hair out of the way, leaving only his breath to cover it. He can feel you beating on his thigh and he smirks. "I'm just gonna take your mind of it, okay?"

You gasp into your hand when you feel him hitch your top up even higher, your face heating up. The feeling of his lips against your skin, is electrifying. He drags those cushiony lips down your shoulder blades and spine, gently bending you forwards as he massages in tandem. His hands quickly distracting you from the dull pains zapping through your abdomen.

"You are so...fuck...you're just...you're you."

He stops his hands for a moment, kissing the back of your head in reply. "I know...you—as well."

You exhale contently, dropping your head back against his shoulder, as you grab onto the sides of his thighs. "You're so good to me."

"Yeah? Well I'll always take care of you." he whispers into your ear, his voice like silk.

Forever.

"Do you—feel obligated to? Is that why?...I wonder sometimes." you whisper back, face screwing as he rotates his thumbs into the dimples of your lower back.

Did Hange make you promise?

"Of course not, we both take care of each other. And taking care of you is like taking care of myself now, so I wouldn't exist without it."

I just love you and I'm aware of that, so I'd do anything you needed or asked me to, this is the best way I can show you.

You feel your cheeks burning, and you grow giddy at his words. "You've got me there."

He laughs sweetly, continuing his soft treatment for a while, working his hands across your back, kissing and soothing the skin, running his hands along the curves of your hips, and over your shoulders, to then down to your forearms. And every time his lips press against your skin, your heart flutters.

"Better?" he asks, and you exhale in response. "Lie the other way now then, face me." You gulp but slowly stand up, and he holds your hands as you do, like he's worried you'll fall.

As you settle down onto his lap once more, straddling his thighs, your knees closed around his hips. You realise you do feel better, deeply relaxed even, though the pain is still incessant. "I know, it's painful." he purrs, wrapping his arms around you.

"Really is." You drop your face into his neck and he smiles, watching the fire crackle through strands of your hair.

"Wrap us up." he gently commands, and you eagerly lean over for the sofa blanket and unravel it, before raising it over your shoulders like a cape and tucking it around you both, closing your warmth in together. "Mm." You grab one of his large hands, sliding it down your chest to rest against your abdomen, before collapsing into him with a smothered sigh of relief. "How's that feel?" he chuckles.

"Good, very good, so good." You feel good. You sigh, pressing it closer against your stomach. "This hurts so bad Levi. I haven't had one in so long, all these years...it used to make Hange worry so much, but with all the stress you know, I just never had them." you tell him, voice full of sleep.

"Yeah it was a while ago your last, but it's good, it means your bodies working how it should again, we should be happy."

‘We.’

"Now go to sleep."

"I don't mind the sofa tonight, but please wake me up soon, I'll need to change."

"That's fine."

"Have I ruined today?"

"No, and we'll talk tomorrow, we have things to look forward to."

"Our shop!" you sing sleepily.

"Mm, our shop."

"I'm gonna put plants everywhere." you mumble, voice trailing away.

"I'll bet."

"Levi, please..." Your words cut off, and then you're already snoring ever so slightly, out against him, and he relishes in the heat of your body on his. You're exactly where you should be.

"Good girl...my girl." he hums, nuzzling his chin in your hair. "I loved today, I promise."

MrsAckermanX 2021 ©

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.

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.

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