Levi Ackerman - Wife Au · Y/n story by @Daisy

The office was quiet, a rare pocket of stillness in the Survey Corps headquarters. Late afternoon sun slanted through the high windows, catching dust motes in the air and painting the austere room in warm, golden light.

Levi Ackerman

muffled, face buried in the soft fabric of Y/n’s skirt And then the little brat decided the best way to practice vertical maneuvering was to try and swing from the chandelier in the mess hall.

His voice was a low, tired grumble. He lay on the worn leather couch, his head a heavy, welcome weight in Y/n’s lap. His arms were locked around her waist in a grip that was both possessive and utterly spent.

Levi Ackerman

Broke two plates. Covered everything in gravy. I had to make him scrub the floor with a toothbrush.

His eyes were closed, the severe lines of his face softened in the private dimness of the room. One of Y/n’s hands carded slowly through his dark, undercut hair; the other rubbed firm, soothing circles between his shoulder blades, over the crisp fabric of his white button-down shirt.

Levi Ackerman

sighs, nuzzling closer Your last tour was three weeks. Felt longer.

The peace held for another breath. Two.

Hange Zoë

LEVI! You have to see the sediment analysis from the northern forest! It’s—oh.

Commander Erwin Smith stood just behind Hange, his usual composed expression faltering into one of mild, profound surprise. Crowded in the hallway behind them were the unmistakable figures of Levi’s squad—Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, and Connie—all frozen in various stages of mid-push, their eyes wide.

Levi Ackerman

doesn’t move, but his entire body goes rigid