postwarlevi

[postwarlevi]

Hi friends! Just want to say I'm working on getting my laptop in order (I didn't understand what I bought and it has low storage space 😭) I have a few days off coming up that I'll be spending with family, and I see some fun tags that I'm saving in my drafts to do for later, hopefully soon though 😊 I hope everyone is well! ❤️

[postwarlevi]

ELIZA♡

Thoughts on post-war Levi owning his tea shop right across from the reader's bakery?

They don't know each other, but reader comes in one day during her break and orders some tea before rushing back to her bakery. Levi loves the soft smell of sweets that linger whenever she comes in and he's quick to memorize the way she likes her tea.

His curiosity one day leads him to cross the streat and go into the bakery, and he's suddenly in love with how warm and inviting it all feels. He's very careful with his order. He wouldn't say he's a picky eater— just very particular about his tastes.

The reader's the first to start a conversation, and well, one thing leads to the other and now they always meet up at the same time every day. Levi brings tea. You bring the sweets.

He enjoys every bit of it, though he'd have trouble saying so.♡

Awe! post war Levi. The love of my readers life!

Being someone who doesn't understand tea a lot maybe he could teach reader a thing or two and try different variations until finding something they like.

Same with the bakery, it all smells so good but sweets are something Levi is careful about.

So one night after closing you take a whole tray of different bakery items for Levi to try and he makes multiple cups of different teas and you just spend hours eating, drinking and talking.

Before the night is up you know each others likes and dislikes, and not only about the food.

Since it's late and your shop is locked up you stay in his shop and together clean up all the cups and plates you've used, and he walks you home that evening, and you tell him to call when he's inside as well. He does and he's smiling as you're clearly overtired, but still wanted him to check in.

You call it a night since you both have to open the next day but see each other across the way and smile to one another and Levi points to his new sign, that tells customers if they bring the receipt showing they made a purchase from you that day, they'd get a large tea for the price of a small from him.

Are you swooning yet?! Now it's packed in both your shops and customers wonder if you will do something like that too. On a quick lunch break you run over to his shop to thank him and bring him something since he doesn't usually close. You jump behind the counter and while Levi serves the tea, you get people napkins and tea spoons and start telling them when you open in a short time that if people bring a receipt from Levis shop for buying take home loose leaf tea, that they'll get two muffins for the price of one!

And this man cannot adore you anymore I SWEAR! His sales suddenly go up real quick and while that's great it's YOU making him happiest.

So it continues and you make a sign and everyone is always in your shop and then his, or vice versa depending on what they want for the day. Every week after, you come up with new signs together for specials of the week.

And after closing time you are always bringing over left over sweets while Levi brews the perfect cup of tea for you both, because he knows exactly what you like now, and you get to know each other very well in the corner booth.

It gets to the point that you no longer sit across from each other, but next to each other. Hands no longer resting on the table, but on top of one another's. No need for him to walk you home and check in later, because you're both going to the same place. And maybe, one day, you not only combine your shops for good, but hold your very special ceremony with close friends and family right in the shop just before opening day.

[postwarlevi]

Starting to get close with Levi, asking him to tell you about this mother.

"Did she look like you? Attractive, silver-blue eyes, soft, dark hair, a little bit longer maybe?" You ask him.

He gulps and nods ever so slightly. "I think so."

You sigh with a small smile.

"Gosh, Levi, she must've been so beautiful."

And just like that, you've inadvertently called Levi beautiful as well.

[postwarlevi]

Profile Jean. Yes please.

[postwarlevi]

But guys, look how broad Jean's chest/ shoulders are. Standing next to Connie, who isn't small, Jean is ridiculous. Glow UP.

[postwarlevi]

📚Eliza's 2025 reading list

Back for hopefully another amazing reading year! I'd love to know what you're reading too :)

I'm aiming for 52 books and participating in a few challenges. Like last year, each month will have a new color, and if I don't finish one it'll be marked with 🚫. One challenge is the official Agatha Christie reading which you can find on instagram, those books will have a 🕵. Another I made up I'm calling the decades challenge and will be two years total where each month is a book written in a new decade, starting with the 1770s, they will be marked with 🕰️. Also my series pick for this year is the Shopaholic series which I've already started. They will have a 🛍️. I'm also having family and friends pick out one to two books a month that have been on my shelves the longest.

I'll update as I start a new book/ whenever I remember and note if any books are part of any other challenges.

Link to 2024 books

I've started to use the app StoryGraph, let me know if you want my username to follow.

Chat with me about books I read, that you read, or you think I'll like!

1 Five Little Pigs by Agatha Christie 🕵

2 Part of your World by Liz Braswell

3 Shopaholic Ties the Knot by Sophie Kinsella 🛍️

4 The Paris Wife by Paula McLain

5 Evelina by Frances Burney 🕰️

6 Most Wonderful Crime of the Year by Ally Carter

7 Dear Mrs Bird by AJ Pearce

8 Tuesday Club Murders by Agatha Christie 🕵

9 Littlest Library by Poppy Alexander

10 Valentine For Daisy by Betty Neels (retro romance readathon)

11 Emmeline by Charlotte Smith 🕰️

12 The No Show by Beth O'leary (X's and O's readathon)

13 101 Dalmatians by Dodie Smith

14 Nancy Drew.. Lilac Inn by Carolyn Keene (March mystery)

15 Tuck Everlasting by Natalie Babbitt (middle grade March)

16 Shopaholic and Sister by Sophie Kinsella 🛍️

17 The Bad Beginning (Series of Unfortunate Events 1) by Daniel Handler

18 Matilda by Roald Dahl (middle grade March)

19 Sicilian Romance by Ann Radcliff 🕰️

20 Three Act Tragedy by Agatha Christie 🕵

21 Age of Witches by Louisa Morgan

22 The Wrong Lady Meets Lord Right by Suzanne Allian

23 Seven Dials Mystery by Agatha Christie🕵️‍♂️

24 Shopaholic and Baby by Sophie Kinsella 🛍

25 Tress of the Emerald Sea by Brandon Sanderson

26 Ladies Guide to Marvels and Misadventures by Angela Bell 🚫

27 Belinda by Maria Edgeworth 🕰️

28 Mansfield Park by Jane Austen

29 Towards Zero by Agatha Christie🕵️‍♂️

30 Room with a View by EM Forster

31 Mini Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella 🛍

32 Sketchbook of Geoffrey Crayon by Washington Irving 🕰

33 Pale Horse by Agatha Christie 🕵️‍♂️

34 Wrong Number by RL Stine (Summerween)

35 Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

36 Emmett by LC Rosen

37 You're Not Supposed to Die Tonight by Kalynn Bayron (Summerween)

38 Jane Austen’s Bookshelf by Rebecca Romney (Jane Austen July)

39 Murder in Highbury by Vanessa Kelly (JAJ)

40 Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen (JAJ)

41 Love and Friendship by Jane Austen (JAJ)

42 Murder at the Vicarage by Agatha Christie 🕵️‍♂️

43 Late Mrs Willoughby by Claudia Gray

[postwarlevi]

Four unrelated, unassigned character shorts, with hints towards some but can be read as any.

Thank you to this prompt list and my friends for inspiration.

Total word count 1480. Barely proof read.

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@charlotteplsdosth

"Hello honey, I'll be home in two days."

That's how your most recent conversation started with your husband, who'd been away on business for the last couple weeks.

Since then you've been very excited and looking forward to his return and making things just as he'd want them.

The two days couldn't go by fast enough, you missed him terribly, and when the cab finally pulled up the drive and you saw him step out, you couldn't contain yourself.

"My bear!" You tore down the front porch step in your slippers and met him halfway.

"What are you doing?!" He laughed when you threw yourself onto him and he had to drop his bags to catch you.

"I missed you so much." You nuzzle into his chest, legs wrapped around him.

He pets your hair and kisses your forehead before bending and using his free hand to pick his bag up and walk with you still clinging to him.

"Come on silly, let's get you back inside. No one needs to see your nightgown but me."

He settles back in like he never left, leaving unpacking for tomorrow. Mandatory couch cuddles and sharing the sweet treat you made more important.

"Did you miss me, honey?" He asks, holding you close.

"Very much." You nod, and kiss his cheek.

"Me too." He lays his head back and closes his eyes.

A smile appears on his face as he feels you kiss his forehead, eyelids, then his nose, his lips, and finally his chin.

Opening his eyes, your face is just inches away, affectionately looking at him.

He raises an eyebrow, silently asking what you're doing.

With a tiny clear of your throat you softly say, "I can't decide if I like kissing you on the forehead, cheeks or lips more, guess I'll have to kiss you all over again."

His heart swells as he strokes your cheek, and he never wants to leave you for this long, or any amount of time, again.

"Kissing you is my favorite hobby."

And with his hand cupping your cheek, he leans in to show you the same holds true for him.

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@levisbrat25

"Hey love, what's wrong?" Your husband knows you well and just two minutes being home from work he can sense your mood.

"N-nothing." Your poutful face says different and you can't hide it well enough.

"I don't believe you, and I'm not moving until you spill." He stands right in the doorway to the kitchen, the place you want to get to most.

So with a whine and a sigh you tell him about your bad day and he listens intently.

He eventually stops you mid sentence when you get worked up. Stepping forward he takes your hand and pulls you close. He's heard enough. He won't let you speak anymore when you say something negative of yourself.

"Stop talking yourself down, babe. You’re amazing." He reminds you, with a soft look only you get to see and a kiss to your cheek.

While you still had a bad day, being with who is your favorite person, makes it seem like everything will be okay.

"Just seeing your face gives me so much dopamine." You say, looking into his eyes, noting that since he's been home, listening, holding you, that you feel lighter than you had just half an hour ago.

He chuckles at this and lets you hug him tightly, his arms around your waist.

"Come on, let's find something to eat." He says after a time, shuffling you into the kitchen with him.

He sits you at the table and starts pulling some things out for dinner that won't take very long.

"You know you’re my favorite person in the world, right?" You say out loud as you watch him do nothing more than prepare dinner. Which is all it takes for your heart to flutter.

He pauses, coming over to you and kneeling down so he's on a lower level even though you're sitting.

"I still can’t believe I was lucky enough to have you wander into my life." He says gently and sincerely.

Both of you know how much you love each other and mean to one another. Words of affirmation are there when either of you need reassurance.

"I'll help you finish dinner." You say, feeling much better, ready to continue the evening with the one you love most.

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@levi-supreme

"What is it love?" Your husband has been shaking you gently awake. Your squirming about the bed alerts him to the nightmare you're having.

With a gasp you finally wake, remembering where you are, feeling his arms around you, pulling you to safety.

Nothing was real, but tears well up in your eyes anyway, and he holds you to him while you attempt to calm down.

"I had that dream again, I don't know why." You mention the one you hate the most, making him sigh.

"Oh quit your pouting. I’m not gonna leave." He tells you, and would tell you, even though he didn't see the need other than to help you settle down.

"I know, I know!" You exclaim, putting a hand to your mouth, realizing how loud you are.

There's never been any reason to think he's leave, except for this nightmare, which you have at times when something has been worrying you, and you also fall into a deep sleep.

"I want you to stop stressing." He says, his fingers under your chin to see your eyes, wiping tears with his thumb.

"How much do you love me?" You ask meekly. You shouldn't but cannot help yourself, earning another sigh from him.

"Let’s see…how big is the universe?" He indulges you, as he always will. Maybe he doesn't express enough with words how much he adores you, so, he'll tell you when you need to hear it.

You stay up cuddling and talking for a bit, making you feel better and not long after, sleepy again, ready to try to close your eyes.

Your body language tells him you're okay and you both settle back onto the pillows.

He strokes your hair a few times and smirks when you haven't actually closed your eyes yet. "Why are you staring at me?"

"Because you’re beautiful." You whisper, getting a grunt from him as he pinches your nose playfully, his ears turning a shade of red in the darkness.

You don't care if he thinks it's silly, everything about him is attractive. From his looks to his heart to the support he gives you.

"I promise I’ll never break your heart and tell you I don’t love you anymore." He mumbles as you fall asleep together, no nightmares anymore.

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@hauntedhousecat

"You don't have to pretend with me you know." You tell your husband.

He's been in a bad mood and though you don't have details, you don't need them.

"Sorry." He mumbles, sore at himself and the thoughts that invade sometimes. He doesn't like them anymore than you do.

You're sitting on the living room couch and he's just come in from upstairs and wants to be close to you but isn't sure how to go about it.

You hold your arms out to him. "You know you don’t have to ask for a hug. Come here, sweetheart." He doesn't need to say anything, you can tell.

He sheepishly wanders over and falls into your waiting embrace.

He sighs as he holds your waist and your arms go around his shoulders, holding his head to your chest, kissing his head.

His mood hasn't put a damper on the love and devotion you have for him. You can handle the occasional bad temper. It's never directed at you, anyway.

"I love you." He exhales, his mood lightening in your warm hold.

"What was that?" You ask playfully, making him huff.

"I said I love you." He repeats, a little vexed. When he hears your laugh he's back in bliss again.

"I know, I heard you the first time. I just wanted to hear you say it again. I love you too." You declare after a little teasing, still smiling when he tsks at you while nuzzling your neck.

Any troubles he might have had before takes a seat in the way back as he lets you comfort him. It's the most comfortable, safe place he can think of.

"Wanna get up yet?" You ask after a while, thinking about making lunch or taking a walk or some activity to resume the leisurely day together.

"Never." His grip on your waist tightens, his eyes squeezing shut.

He feels goosebumps as you breathe out another chuckle and your fingers glide along his arm.

"You are adorable." Your words slips out naturally. Though the softness between you can at times draw an eye roll, most often it's heartwarming sentiments.

"I love you. So much." He could stay in your arms forever.

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I notice my writing style changed even during stories, please forgive me, I don't know what happened LOL

[postwarlevi]

Walk Me Home

content: 1261 words of unedited friends to ? with Jean. I hope it makes some sort of sense.

an- This was very sudden and I didn't mean to write this. Oops. Also I totally associate this song with best friend Jean. Might not quite go but in my head it does!

Hanging out with your best friend on Saturday night like always, waiting for your other friends to head over after their day together, you lay on his bed staring at the ceiling.

"Hey, do you want some..." His voice trails off when he comes back from the kitchen seeing what snacks are available. "You okay?"

It's obvious you're a bit distracted. Even if your eyes weren't a little empty and you didn't hear him coming, he would know something is up.

"Is there something wrong with me?" You ask, eyes still watching the ceiling fan.

Jean isn't sure what you're talking about, but knows the answer. "What? Of course not." He comes and sits down next to you.

"Then why can't...I mean, why aren't I with someone?" Everyone has been pairing off and though you have your friend group, dates for you are far and few between.

Is it you? Is it them? You don't necessarily seek anyone out or go looking for a relationship. But shouldn't one find you? A good one? Not the stupid flings you had in high school that usually left you crying on Jeans shoulder.

You're getting older now. It's your second year of college and it's been months since anyone has even looked your way it seems.

Jean clears his throat, interrupting your thoughts.

You finally look over and see he's trying to move closer. Once you scoot further in he lays down next to you.

It's not unusual. You've shared a bed before, whether just hanging out watching a movie or spending the night, because it was the most comfortable option for both of you.

"You don't need anyone, you know." He tells you, looking into your eyes.

There is nothing wrong with you. You are so much better than any of the idiots who you thought were worth your time. It breaks Jeans heart you don't know this.

"You have to say that. You're my best friend." Even so, you're grateful. You reach over and move his hair back.

But no, there's another thing you don't know. It's more than being friends. And that you need to learn to love yourself first. You have to realize you're worth so much more then the tears they made you cry.

"Even so, it's true." He takes your hand and squeezes. "There's nothing wrong with you."

He feels there's something wrong with him though. Pining after you and not being able to say it. Telling you that you don't need anyone when he wants it to be him.

You lean in and rest your head and hand on his chest. Maybe he's right, and in a way, so are you. You keep waiting to find someone that makes you feel as safe and happy as you are right now.

"I guess you're right, cause that would mean something is wrong with you." You say in a jestful manner, tilting your head up to look at him.

"And we know that can't be true." His false confidence comes into play quickly. He pinches your nose lightly making you laugh and shake him off.

It's true Jean hasn't dated much either. But that's because at some point, he realized it's because he already found his person.

"I just, don't feel wanted." You know you are, by your friends. But platonic love doesn't seem like enough. There's supposed to be more. Why haven't you found it?

"You are, I promise." He puts his arms around you as you settle in again. This feels so natural. Why can't you help him and just see it? Can't you feel it? You know he terrible in romantic situations. But you don't know it's because he can't stop thinking about you.

Screwing it up with any of them is one thing. But he couldn't stand himself if he lost you. So he'll settle for these type of moments. It will sustain him for now. And he hopes that if he never tells you the truth and you never figure it out, that he can somehow move past not having them anymore.

"Hey jerks!" You both jump when your friends Connie and Sasha come in, barging in on your moment. They've seen you have many and don't think much of it. Except wondering when you two are finally going to figure it out. You jokingly make fun of their IQ all the time but there's something they both know that you both seem to keep missing.

The four of you get set up playing video games and watching movies and blowing up the air mattress so none of you sleep on the floor. You go through snacks and laugh at the movies and each other for hours before calling it a night.

Connie and Jean let you and Sasha have the bed, and you sleep on Jeans side, with the air mattress next to you. At this point you feel his bed is more comfortable than your own, and you know the indents by heart from where he always sleeps on his back.

Being a side sleeper yourself, you give a yawn and look at the clock, thinking no doubt you're the only one not sleeping.

Checking in you look down and see Jean in his usual sleeping position, head slanted slightly in your direction. You smile to yourself and hold back reaching out to him.

What would you do without all of them, without him? You don't want to find out. If it was just you together like this forever, you could be happy.

Sleep still won't come, and the more you think, the more you wonder if you could make Jean happy, not just like this, but how you've been wanting for yourself. There's a reason you feel good with him, right? He knows everything about you, and still wants you. He makes you feel safe, and he-

"Hey, you okay?" Jeans voice is there again. You blink out of your head and realize he's awake too now, sitting up and reaching out to you like you had thought of before.

His thumb caresses your cheek as he waits. He caught you staring and is concerned.

"Yes, thank you. I just..." What do you say? "Wish you were up here." Wish he was closer than arms length.

"You wanna come down here? Want me to kick Connie off?" He whispers. He would do it too.

You silently giggle. "No, don't." You lean closer to the edge and dangle your hand over the side of the bed.

Jean lays back down, and finds your hand that hovers just above the mattress. It's a little awkward position, but you both wouldn't have it any other way, unless you were next to each other.

"You make me happy." You tell him quietly. You don't need anyone else. You know why it doesn't work out with anyone else. You don't want it to.

"You make me happy, too. More than anyone." Do you hear it in his voice? That it isn't just friendship, that he always wants to make you happy?

You think maybe you do, but also think maybe it's just in your head. There's no way you've both been missing it this whole time, right?

All you know, is that after a few more hand squeezes and shared soft looks, finally you are able to get some sleep.

Thankfully you and Jean have moved much closer to making Connie and Sasha stop trying to hint to you both.

After all, who to make you happier or love you more than your best friend?

an- Originally supposed to end with it being more uncertain of readers feelings but I couldn't stop myself!

[postwarlevi]

I should be in bed but I just thought of!

Being best friends with Sasha and both being foodies and going out to restaurants all the time together and there's one place you keep going back to and you get drinks, apps, entrees, dessert, all of it!

Another week of going there you and you haven't yet seen the new dessert menu but just as you finish the main course, your favorite waiter Reiner (because who else would it be?) comes over with this rich delicious chocolate on chocolate covered dome cake.

"Oh, we haven't seen the menu yet. This isn't our order." You tell him as Sasha is ready to dig in already.

"Yes, this is compliments of our best pastry chef. It's his special of the night. But, I could bring you a menu if you prefer." Reiner tells you, pointing to the kitchen.

You look over to see a nice looking blonde eyeing your table once in a while. Though he smiles when he sees you looking, his eyes light up most seeing Sasha take bite after bite and rave about how good it is.

"Say Reiner, what's his name?" You ask as Sasha nearly falls into a food coma.

"Niccolo." He whispers to you smiling. You both know what's up.

"You want a piece?" Sasha asks you between stuffing her face and you have no idea how Niccolo could find her so endearing at this moment, but he does, and she doesn't even notice.

"We're coming back next week. And I need you to mention you like pumpkin." You say on the way home.

"But, I don't want-" Sasha needs more of that chocolate cake.

"You say you like pumpkin!" You demand of her.

And just like that, next week the creamy layered pumpkin lasagna is on the house.

"I don't understand, why did I have to say I like pumpkin?" She has small bites while you dig in, taking advantage of the situation.

"Because, I'm not the one the pastry chef has a crush on." You say nonchalantly.

"What?!" Sasha interrupts everyone's meal with the startling realization.

She keeps sneaking peeks to the kitchen and has a nervous laughter you've never heard when seeing that, you're right, Niccolo IS looking at her.

"Pardon, we seem to notice you don't care much for the dessert, would you like something else?" Reiner comes over to check in.

"What? No, it's delicious." Sasha shoves a bite in her mouth, not sure what else to do.

You raise a brow at Sasha. Pumpkin is not her favorite, and it's not like her to turn down dessert. You sigh and look to Reiner. If he spoke for Niccolo, you would have to speak for Sasha.

"I know it's not on tonight's menu, but we loved the chocolate dome last week." You nod at him.

"Right, I'll see what I can do." Reiner winks and heads to the kitchen.

"Stop staring!" Sasha is mortified as you watch the mens interaction in the kitchen. "What's he doing?" Sasha can't help but ask, but she can't look.

"Baking." You grin, and very soon Niccolo himself comes out, setting down the beautiful custom made dessert.

"I hope it's to your liking." You don't mind that he's speaking directly to Sasha, who can't meet his eye.

"Ha, yes, yes it's lovely." Sasha awkwardly gets out.

"Thank you, uh, Niccolo, is it?" You ask him, and he gives you a "yes, madams. Enjoy."

And once Sasha gets another taste, is in Heaven, thanking you for your assistance.

She admits to you he's kind of cute and wants to try again, hoping to act a little more ladylike.

"Next week, it's all you, babe." You tell her, hoping to give her confidence.

Niccolo has already seen Sasha gobble down her (or rather, his) food, so it can only get better from here.

But, you are happy to keep ordering desserts with her in the meantime.

You quite like this relationship, too.

[postwarlevi]

Practice Run

Content: 2.9k words of your and Levis first time babysitting for Armins son. (title is eh?)

Warning: Mention of poop hehe, possibly slightly suggestive

a/n- Whoa my first try at joining a collab! BABY FEVER hosted by the lovely @levis-hazelnut thank you for letting me be apart of this! Love you! <3

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"Good morning love." Levi smiles to you from his pillow as you both wake up together.

You give a tiny sigh and nuzzle closer. "Morning sweetheart."

It's supposed to be a lazy day, and the early morning is. You slowly get out of bed and start breakfast while still in pajamas and meander around the kitchen.

Just as you sit at the table Levis phone goes off, and with a groan he takes a look at the message.

You know it's his work ringtone, bothering him on his supposed day off.

"What is it?" You ask after a bite of food, already knowing.

"Just, some things that need to be taken care of." He says dejectedly, looking up at you. "I shouldn't be long."

You give him a smile. "It's okay." You know he'd usually tell them to piss off and would rather spend the day with you. "Eat up." He isn't allowed to work unless he eats.

Instead of leisurely enjoying his meal with you, Levi now gets it down in just a few minutes, in hopes that he can finish this unexpected interruption quickly.

"I'll do dishes, just go." You give him a peck and shoo him towards his office, most likely to be unseen again for a little while.

With an exhale you look around and get started on the chores that were going to wait until tomorrow. But might as well do them now.

You're not very far into it when your own phone starts ringing.

"Hello Armin." You greet your friend on the line.

"Hey, sorry this is last minute, but…"

It's a day of being called into work apparently. Armins wife Annie is out of town for another day on a business trip and Armin has just been called in as well, and Annies father who is usually their go to infant sons babysitter is unavailable.

"Of course we'll watch him! Would be happy to!" You say with excitement.

"You sure it's not an in inconvenience?" Armin worries, especially because he'll be gone for hours.

"No, not at all, bring the little one over!" This is the first time you've been asked to keep an eye on him without one of his parents present, so Armin comes to you with a list of instructions.

"Would you go? I have all the emergency numbers I could ever need." You say as you take the baby from him. Armin has basically given you a book, and a very overstuffed diaper bag.

"Yeah, sorry. Are you sure this is okay?" Armin reaches for his son who wraps his tiny fingers around one of Armins. He hasn't seen Levi even though his car is in the driveway.

"Yes! Everything is fine. But I'm surprised you didn't bring his crib with you." You joke with him, bouncing the baby who looks up at you.

"Oh, should I have? I can go-" He misses the joke until you laugh.

"I'm kidding, we'll be fine." You all but push Armin out the door.

Pulling a blanket out of the bag you lay it out for the baby and go through the other things in the bag. Diapers, some play toys, wipes, baby food. Yes, you do remember Annie saying he's started in on being spoon fed.

You try to look at the schedule Armin wrote out for you when he starts fussing.

"Shh, it's okay." You coo, pulling out a stuffed dinosaur that seems to make him happy.

You look towards the hallway, wondering how longer Levi might be, and hope he likes the surprise.

In his office, Levi huffs and rubs his eyes. He's been staring at screens and papers for almost two hours now.

Well, he hopes those fools are satisfied with the work he's done and upsetting his plans to do nothing with you all day.

He finally finishes up and submits his work and texts his associates. "I'm done now." It's a hint, threat, sign, whatever they want to take it as, that he doesn't want to be bothered again.

Opening the door to his office he barely makes it out when he freezes.

"What's this?" He asks of the infant on a playpad, you hovering over him, toys thrown all over the floor.

"Oh! Hi." You stand up and smile. "We're watching Armin and Annies baby."

"Why?" Levi knows who this is, you've been around him multiple times, but he wasn't expecting it. There goes any down time with you today.

"Because they asked us to and we said yes."

You explain what happened while he was busy.

"It's okay, right? I'll clean up any mess." You pick up the babbling baby and Levi stares at the sight. It's not a bad thing he sees.

It's not often you are asked to babysit, not because your friends don't trust you, but not many have children yet, and neither of you have siblings. Not that Levi thinks you can't do it, it's just your experience is a little limited.

"Yeah, it's fine." He nods and leans to give you a kiss on the cheek, letting out an exclamation when his hair gets grabbed.

"Levi!" You hiss at his words, trying to pull the baby away, but his hold on Levis hair makes him come with you.

"Brat, stop it!" He waits while you help untangle his hair from the babies fist. "It's not like he knows what I said." Levi defends himself.

"Awe, he didn't mean that baby, it's okay!" You bounce the baby as Levi takes a step back for safety.

Levi watches you again know just what to do with the child who is still reaching out for him. Levi pats his head but removes his extremities before he can latch on again.

You reach out and caress Levis cheek, showing all is well. "He didn't pull too hard, did he?" The concern in your voice leaves Levi blushing for overreacting.

He shakes his head. "No. Of course not. Can I, help with anything?" It looks like you have everything under control but he still wants to ask.

Looking at your watch and nod. "It's almost his feeding time. Cups are in the fridge." You've been memorizing his schedule and are ready.

You sit in the kitchen with the baby on your lap, napkins all around for the upcoming mess, while Levi sits next to you and attempts to get him to open for pea and carrot puree.

"Make an airplane." Your suggestion doesn't do any good and soon more food gets on Levi then in the babies stomach.

You try to hide your smile while Levi rolls his eyes and wipes himself off.

"That was a really cute try." You can't help but giggle at his airplane.

"Hush." He mumbles at being called cute.

"Well, you have to eat something." You tell the distracted infant. "Try the other one." You ask Levi. Armin told you to start with the veggies, but if he's being picky not to worry about it.

Levi hands you the other cup. "All yours."

"You can't give up this early. How unlike you." You show disappointed.

It doesn't work though and Levi leans back and folds his arms, raising an eyebrow. "Go ahead. Show me how it's done."

You purse your lips and take up his challenge. Levi ends up holding the cup so you can spoon some food while still holding him.

"Mango is your favorite, isn't it?" You baby talk while he takes his food.

"Not fair. Of course he likes mango." Levi groans. Who doesn't prefer something sweet?

He is left not sure whether he should be irritated that this seems way easier for you, but instead watching the scene leaves him feeling warm once again.

You look up with a smile at catching him staring. "What?" You ask, seeing adoration in Levis eyes.

He shrugs and says nothing, patting your hair instead, leaving you wondering.

Soon you burp the baby and the napkins you thought would be sufficient enough are not, and Levi gets up to get more and pull the trash can over for the used ones.

"Oh, I'll do it!" You say, baby still in your arms, spit up all over. You don't want him getting annoyed over the mess.

Levi waves you away. "I got it." He knows you said you would get it, but he's not going to let you do everything.

After baby is wiped up Levi holds him so you can wash too and finish cleaning the table.

"Thank you." You turn to Levi as you wash your hands, smiling at the slightly awkward way he holds the infant who doesn't seem bothered.

Next is changing time, and Levi gags and becomes virtually no help.

"How can he be that smelly?" Levi says while he sprints to the outside garbage can to throw the bag out.

You're laughing when Levi comes back in, and he doesn't know what you find so funny.

"Your poop smells." You roll your eyes at Levis scrunched up nose, as if this isn't bad for you, too.

"We're not talking about my poop."

The day goes on while you and Levi figure things out, except for how to get him to nap.

You put down all his favorite toys and blankets that Armin brought over in the bag, try to read, put on his noise maker, but nothing works.

"You're gonna be sleepy later." You tell him, and get a sudden high pitched giggle in return that makes Levi tense.

"Awe, it's okay." You lean in for nose kisses and remain calm when he grabs at your hair, humming to him while you get him to release you.

"You're really good at this." Levi sits on the floor next to you, watching.

"Me? You're doing great." You encourage him, giving a soft look before going back to playing with the baby.

You really help boost Levis confidence and between the two of you are doing a pretty good job.

Armin calls and you tell him everything is going great and not to worry as he apologizes for being so long.

"Nonsense!" You dismiss him. All is well. Even Levi has settled down.

It's just after the next feeding time -which goes only slightly better than the first, meaning using about four less napkins- when your phone rings again and everything changes.

"Are they kidding?" You huff in exasperation after hanging up.

"What's going on?" Levi is afraid to ask.

"This day." You shake your head. No one is safe at home. "They can't find a file we need for tomorrow and need my help to find it or redo it." You know how important it is and can't believe this is happening right now.

"So, you're going to…" Levi trails off, not liking the possible options.

"What else am I going to do? I have to go help." They are desperate, and while you like being dependable, you hate that they always depend on you.

"You're leaving him here?" Levi looks at you wide eyed when you say you have to leave.

You both jump as the tone and volume of his voice scare the baby who is whining now.

"Seriously?" You mumble and pick him up, not annoyed at him, but the situation, and maybe a bit at Levis reaction.

"I can't very well take him with me. I don't have a car seat." You point out as you try to rock him quiet.

"Well, I'll drive, you put him on your lap." Levi is suddenly terrified to watch him by himself.

"We are not doing that." It's not safe, and knowing you're right Levi quickly forgets the idea.

"Well what if-" He tries something else, but you are not entertaining him anymore.

"I'll be twenty minutes, you'll be fine. I trust you." You give Levi a quick kiss and try to hand off the baby to him.

He is so tense it takes a few tries to get them into a decent position. "Levi." You sigh and shake your head at him.

"I'm sorry! It's fine." He says to himself more than you, watching you grab your things and disappear.

Levi eyes the baby, who babbles at him, a little calmer than a moment ago. Now what?

You're in the car barely five minutes and not even to the office yet when you get the first call. "What?" You demand, putting it on speaker.

"He's still crying." Levi has never been so stressed. He put him on his playpad, wondering if his own nervousness is stressing the baby.

"I'm driving!" You all but scream at him. "Rock him!" You hang up, not waiting for a response, trying to get to your destination in one piece.

You ignore the next phone call, and the one after that, and soon your getting text messages instead, which you also don't bother with.

You know there is no way it can possible be this bad in just minutes, and that Levi is just going to have to figure it out.

As it turns out, it takes you longer then those promised twenty minutes to finish what you need. It's over half an hour when you can finally make your way back to your car.

Seeing the time you decide to quickly stop by for a food order since neither you or Levi have eaten anything. A few more minutes won't hurt.

While waiting you listen to the voice mail of Levi almost blankly saying he cannot believe you are ignoring him, with the baby crying in the background.

"I want you to know he can crawl." Is all Levi says in his next voice message.

How far is he really going to go? You laugh to yourself and scroll through some of the many texts that he somehow had the time to send. The one telling you if the house burned down while you were gone it would be all your fault is your favorite.

"Almost home." You message Levi after grabbing the food, not getting anything back from him.

Rushing into the house you fling the door open. "Sorry it took so-"

"Shh!" You are quieted immediately and come to a halt in the doorway.

Standing their with your bags you see Levi on the couch cradling the sleeping baby on his chest.

You think they must've tired each other out and smile at the heartwarming sight, creeping in and putting your things down gently.

Levi tries not to lose his mind or wave the baby as he waves his free arm at you to stop when you go to take a picture.

He doesn't wake up though, and now you can save this memory of Levi with a sleeping baby.

"I had to." You whisper as you sit next to him and quietly laugh over all the messages he sent while you were gone, most extremely dramatic for no reason.

"So, how far did he crawl?" You're whispering but Levi is still shushing you as he leans back and closes his eyes.

"Almost off the playpad." He whispers back, making you grin.

"You panicked for that?" You ask playfully.

"I didn't expect it." He says through gritted teeth. It had been very stressful at the time.

The baby yawns suddenly but stays sleeping.

You lean in and kiss Levis cheek, then the babies forehead, and rest on Levis shoulder.

"Everything okay at work?" Levi checks in.

"Yes. I got us dinner." You say as Levis arm goes around you.

"Thanks." But the three of you are too comfortable now.

You pick your phone back up and finish the last few messages Levi had sent.

His fingers massage your scalp as you show him your phone, making him smile.

The last text is finally optimistic, telling you he thinks he's got it and to take your time.

"You did wonderful." You praise him and his efforts. You know he didn't exactly sign up for this today but got the hang of it.

"He's a good little guy." Levi says as you continue to preserve this moment in your mind.

It's just a little while later that Armin is here to claim his child.

You give him a brief summary of how the day went.

"He wasn't too much trouble, was he?" Even now Armin worries.

"He's an angel. Leave him any time."

You look over as it's Levi who says this, surprising all three of you.

While Armin takes his son, you and Levi help get everything together, not sure how it all went in the bag to begin with.

Armin says not to worry as he puts the infant in his car seat and waves goodbye to you both, thanking you again.

You clean up any remains that a baby was here and sit down to eat dinner.

You continuously feel Levi eyeing you and raise a brow.

"Just thinking." He smiles as he takes another bite.

"About what?" You question, wanting to know.

Levi gulps down his food and reaches across the table to take your hand.

"He's been good practice, don't you think?"

Now it's your turn to blush, as the mentions of having your own children in the future are brought up.

"That's a very interesting thing to say." You test the waters just to be sure.

"It's one I'd like to investigate." He hints even further.

You nod and smile. "I think that can be arranged."

[postwarlevi]

Just thinking of Levis toddler son being afraid of the hand dryers in the bathroom.

All the cadets have to wait to dry their hands if he's in there or even close by so as not to scare him.

Or else they have to answer to his dad.

What they don't know if Levi is teaching him to not be afraid, but they won't take their chances anyhow.

[postwarlevi]

canonverse idea where everyone is quite shocked that levi is going to be a dad 😳 and even more shocked when they see him with his baby for the first time

Thank you! Here we go! Whoa just under 1k words :D

Seriously none of the cadets even realize he's dating anyone for months because, well, it's not their business! Erwin knows and knows who it is and that's about it...

The cadets joke about finding their grumpy Captain someone to help lighten him up and it's Jean who realizes that Levi really hasn't been all that bad lately. So they all set out to investigate why!

After lots of little side missions being spies and questions and being annoying Levi finally cracks.

"You pain in the asses! Why do you care who I'm dating?!"

And there's a collective gasp because he just admitted it! He huffs and sighs in defeat as they all clamor and Erwin isn't far away and gives a small chuckle and comes over to intervene.

"Wait, you knew?! Who is it?" Eren is shocked because no one knew!

"Not for me to say. Leave the Captain alone." Erwin insists as he all but pushes everyone away from Levi.

"Levi, you can't hide it much longer. Everyone is bound to find out when she starts showing." Erwin says of you, Levis wife who is in early stages of pregnancy.

You got married in a small ceremony not very long ago with Erwin as witness, and without meaning to wound up pregnant soon after.

Levi runs a hand through his hair. He isn't sure he's ready for fatherhood. But it's happening, and every time he thinks of you or the baby growing inside you, he gets a little light headed in the best way.

It isn't that Levi is hiding you, exactly, but he doesn't want anyone bothering you any more than they already do.

The cadets don't give up trying to get answers and a couple months later it becomes apparent that one of their favorite scout leaders is taking some time off for "personal reasons" and many times Levi goes missing as well.

"It's her, isn't it?!" Sasha jumps up and down with Connie. They love you and couldn't be more happy about this.

"I don't want you pestering her, you hear me?" Levi demands of everyone.

You got put on bed rest and have enough going on as it is.

"What's wrong though? Is she sick?" Mikasa asks about you being off duty.

"No, no she's not sick." Levi knows it's coming. No more being secretive.

"Oh, I get it." Armin almost blushes and the other cadets grill him for answers but he clamps his mouth shut and shakes his head.

"Leave him be. She's...pregnant." Levi says out loud to someone other than Erwin for the first time.

He nearly jumps out of his skin when they react even more boisterous then before.

"Do you need anything?"

"How far along?"

"Can we babysit?"

"Are you married?"

"Are you the father?"

Connie gets a slap from everyone for that last stupid comment. And yet, Levi lets out a chuckle, surprising them all.

He answers most of their questions and they are both thrilled and sad that you're married, because they weren't included.

Before you have the baby Levi agrees to let the cadets see you, because they've been asking, and you said it was okay.

They bring you presents and offer their services and thank you for making Levi happy.

That's the last time anyone comes to visit that isn't your husband or one of the nurses helping you deliver and finally baby is born.

Levi almost passes out watching you handle this in a way he wasn't prepared for, and comes to his senses and holds you and encourages and you have tears from exhaustion and elation at hearing the tiny cries for the first time.

"You did so well." Levi whispers over and over and kisses your temple and watches as his new baby boy is placed in the arms of his mother.

Obviously the baby has come and the cadets can't help but ask questions and be concerned because no one is giving them lots of information.

"Everything is fine. I promise." Erwin tells them to hold them over.

Then the day comes, where the little infant is brought out for all to see for the first time.

Levi cradles his child and you hold his arm while you walk and greet everyone. They're allowed to look but daddy won't let them touch.

They ask how you are and what's his name but don't bother you too much.

"You ready?" You ask Levi as you realize the cadets have spotted you.

"Back off!" Levi says in a tiny growl as they come to a skidding halt. He doesn't want anyone upsetting his baby.

The same questions are asked and include things like "did the Captain cry?" and other more intimate questions.

You answer as they all get a look at the baby and coo from a safe distance and shove bags of gifts for you, Levi and the baby at you.

Sasha, usually front and center, is standing back some, wide eyed.

"Sasha, come here." Levi calls her over.

As she slowly makes her way forward everyone is shocked when Levi tells her to sit down and you and he let someone else hold your baby for the first time. And that it's Sasha.

"Oh baby. We're going to take such good care of you." Sasha has her own tears as she supports the next generation in her arms.

Jean holds a rattle close that though they can't play with yet, the infant seems to smile at, making everyone gush with emotion.

Not everyone gets a turn that day as it's nap time and this has already been a big day. They all respect your boundaries and when the day comes that you and Levi are comfortable to take a night to yourselves, you have all the babysitters you need.

[postwarlevi]

Hope you’re doing well friend!

❤️ 💙 💜 thank you so much! I'm quiet as usual but lurking a bit. Working, trying to figure out life, slight health issues, worried about hurricane season. All the usuals 😆

But I really am okay. Cleared my desk off finally, unfortunately found out my new laptop storage is mainly used up by the system so that's frustrating. Me and tech don't mix well haha.

Hope you and everyone are well!

[postwarlevi]

@charlotteplsdosth our men ❤️

[postwarlevi]

I told you kids invaded my life, here are my other 4 kids 👀

From left to right: Brammer, Oreo, Winnie, Daisy

My nieces and nephews named them 🤪 Except Brammer, I claim that credit 👀

I flee now! *retreats*

aww they're so cute! And I bet cause lots of trouble 😆.

Tell your nieces and nephews that have excellent naming skills!

I used to have an Oreo! A black and white kitty who would get overstimulated and attack if you pet him too much. I loved him and was terrified hahaha.

[postwarlevi]

Ocean eyes, sunset skies

[postwarlevi]

Four unrelated, unassigned character shorts, with hints towards some but can be read as any.

Thank you to this prompt list and my friends for inspiration.

Total word count 1480. Barely proof read.

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@charlotteplsdosth

"Hello honey, I'll be home in two days."

That's how your most recent conversation started with your husband, who'd been away on business for the last couple weeks.

Since then you've been very excited and looking forward to his return and making things just as he'd want them.

The two days couldn't go by fast enough, you missed him terribly, and when the cab finally pulled up the drive and you saw him step out, you couldn't contain yourself.

"My bear!" You tore down the front porch step in your slippers and met him halfway.

"What are you doing?!" He laughed when you threw yourself onto him and he had to drop his bags to catch you.

"I missed you so much." You nuzzle into his chest, legs wrapped around him.

He pets your hair and kisses your forehead before bending and using his free hand to pick his bag up and walk with you still clinging to him.

"Come on silly, let's get you back inside. No one needs to see your nightgown but me."

He settles back in like he never left, leaving unpacking for tomorrow. Mandatory couch cuddles and sharing the sweet treat you made more important.

"Did you miss me, honey?" He asks, holding you close.

"Very much." You nod, and kiss his cheek.

"Me too." He lays his head back and closes his eyes.

A smile appears on his face as he feels you kiss his forehead, eyelids, then his nose, his lips, and finally his chin.

Opening his eyes, your face is just inches away, affectionately looking at him.

He raises an eyebrow, silently asking what you're doing.

With a tiny clear of your throat you softly say, "I can't decide if I like kissing you on the forehead, cheeks or lips more, guess I'll have to kiss you all over again."

His heart swells as he strokes your cheek, and he never wants to leave you for this long, or any amount of time, again.

"Kissing you is my favorite hobby."

And with his hand cupping your cheek, he leans in to show you the same holds true for him.

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@levisbrat25

"Hey love, what's wrong?" Your husband knows you well and just two minutes being home from work he can sense your mood.

"N-nothing." Your poutful face says different and you can't hide it well enough.

"I don't believe you, and I'm not moving until you spill." He stands right in the doorway to the kitchen, the place you want to get to most.

So with a whine and a sigh you tell him about your bad day and he listens intently.

He eventually stops you mid sentence when you get worked up. Stepping forward he takes your hand and pulls you close. He's heard enough. He won't let you speak anymore when you say something negative of yourself.

"Stop talking yourself down, babe. You’re amazing." He reminds you, with a soft look only you get to see and a kiss to your cheek.

While you still had a bad day, being with who is your favorite person, makes it seem like everything will be okay.

"Just seeing your face gives me so much dopamine." You say, looking into his eyes, noting that since he's been home, listening, holding you, that you feel lighter than you had just half an hour ago.

He chuckles at this and lets you hug him tightly, his arms around your waist.

"Come on, let's find something to eat." He says after a time, shuffling you into the kitchen with him.

He sits you at the table and starts pulling some things out for dinner that won't take very long.

"You know you’re my favorite person in the world, right?" You say out loud as you watch him do nothing more than prepare dinner. Which is all it takes for your heart to flutter.

He pauses, coming over to you and kneeling down so he's on a lower level even though you're sitting.

"I still can’t believe I was lucky enough to have you wander into my life." He says gently and sincerely.

Both of you know how much you love each other and mean to one another. Words of affirmation are there when either of you need reassurance.

"I'll help you finish dinner." You say, feeling much better, ready to continue the evening with the one you love most.

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@levi-supreme

"What is it love?" Your husband has been shaking you gently awake. Your squirming about the bed alerts him to the nightmare you're having.

With a gasp you finally wake, remembering where you are, feeling his arms around you, pulling you to safety.

Nothing was real, but tears well up in your eyes anyway, and he holds you to him while you attempt to calm down.

"I had that dream again, I don't know why." You mention the one you hate the most, making him sigh.

"Oh quit your pouting. I’m not gonna leave." He tells you, and would tell you, even though he didn't see the need other than to help you settle down.

"I know, I know!" You exclaim, putting a hand to your mouth, realizing how loud you are.

There's never been any reason to think he's leave, except for this nightmare, which you have at times when something has been worrying you, and you also fall into a deep sleep.

"I want you to stop stressing." He says, his fingers under your chin to see your eyes, wiping tears with his thumb.

"How much do you love me?" You ask meekly. You shouldn't but cannot help yourself, earning another sigh from him.

"Let’s see…how big is the universe?" He indulges you, as he always will. Maybe he doesn't express enough with words how much he adores you, so, he'll tell you when you need to hear it.

You stay up cuddling and talking for a bit, making you feel better and not long after, sleepy again, ready to try to close your eyes.

Your body language tells him you're okay and you both settle back onto the pillows.

He strokes your hair a few times and smirks when you haven't actually closed your eyes yet. "Why are you staring at me?"

"Because you’re beautiful." You whisper, getting a grunt from him as he pinches your nose playfully, his ears turning a shade of red in the darkness.

You don't care if he thinks it's silly, everything about him is attractive. From his looks to his heart to the support he gives you.

"I promise I’ll never break your heart and tell you I don’t love you anymore." He mumbles as you fall asleep together, no nightmares anymore.

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@hauntedhousecat

"You don't have to pretend with me you know." You tell your husband.

He's been in a bad mood and though you don't have details, you don't need them.

"Sorry." He mumbles, sore at himself and the thoughts that invade sometimes. He doesn't like them anymore than you do.

You're sitting on the living room couch and he's just come in from upstairs and wants to be close to you but isn't sure how to go about it.

You hold your arms out to him. "You know you don’t have to ask for a hug. Come here, sweetheart." He doesn't need to say anything, you can tell.

He sheepishly wanders over and falls into your waiting embrace.

He sighs as he holds your waist and your arms go around his shoulders, holding his head to your chest, kissing his head.

His mood hasn't put a damper on the love and devotion you have for him. You can handle the occasional bad temper. It's never directed at you, anyway.

"I love you." He exhales, his mood lightening in your warm hold.

"What was that?" You ask playfully, making him huff.

"I said I love you." He repeats, a little vexed. When he hears your laugh he's back in bliss again.

"I know, I heard you the first time. I just wanted to hear you say it again. I love you too." You declare after a little teasing, still smiling when he tsks at you while nuzzling your neck.

Any troubles he might have had before takes a seat in the way back as he lets you comfort him. It's the most comfortable, safe place he can think of.

"Wanna get up yet?" You ask after a while, thinking about making lunch or taking a walk or some activity to resume the leisurely day together.

"Never." His grip on your waist tightens, his eyes squeezing shut.

He feels goosebumps as you breathe out another chuckle and your fingers glide along his arm.

"You are adorable." Your words slips out naturally. Though the softness between you can at times draw an eye roll, most often it's heartwarming sentiments.

"I love you. So much." He could stay in your arms forever.

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I notice my writing style changed even during stories, please forgive me, I don't know what happened LOL