#and then add your hair texture and complexion and multiple levi’s sass by ten and that’s what holden is to me LMFAO

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thinking about kiaan hosting a tea party for the first time and inviting levi (and holden) 😌😌 and if kiaan deemed the tea party a success, the next time he'd allow levi and holden to invite a plus one - holden begrudgingly invites erwin and levi finds how nervous erwin is to be hilarious lol

You don’t understand the immense joy this ask brought me because I like to imagine that of the veteran trio, Levi obviously enjoys tea and takes the craft seriously, Hange likes it but doesn’t, but with copious amounts of sugar, milk, and cream, which Levi thinks ruins it, and Erwin doesn’t care for it.

So, to imagine Erwin sitting down at a tea party with Levi’s two small children, having to talk to stuffed animals and raise his pinky and pretend to enjoy the taste of tea, all while nervously trying to impress Holden—that’s priceless to Levi, and he is enjoying every last second of it.

Also, Holden doesn’t even like most teas. She’s picky, like her father. And so far, you and Levi have only gotten her to drink green tea, warm or cold. That doesn’t stop her from enjoying Kiaan’s tea party, though; because inviting Erwin as her plus-one was no mistake—she saw an opportunity and took it (which, Levi, is also aware of, but who is he to deny his daughter anything).

“That’s not how you do it,” Holden chimes, and Erwin freezes instantly, teapot in mid-air, and eyes wide and stunned. 

There are physical beads of sweat accumulating on his forehead when Holden squints, and sighs, eventually setting her cup down and reaching for the teapot out of Erwin’s hands, “You have to do it like this,” she corrects him, adjusting the pot so that when she pours her younger brother another cup, the liquid doesn’t run down the side of the spout, “Daddy always does it like this.” 

Kiaan, none the wiser to the tension at the table, only claps happily, thanking his big sister, and offering the first sip to his favorite teddy bear. 

“Ah, right, thank you,” Erwin stutters, through a nervous smile. He looks to Levi, and is only met with a shit-eating expression, before Holden catches his attention again, “Here. You pour yours now, the right way.” 

“Right!” Erwin salutes, reaching for the teapot from her smaller hands. 

It’s pure concentration on his face in this moment: like nothing else in his life has mattered until now, like he’s waited his whole life for this one moment, to impress this one, extremely intimidating, impressively well-articulated, scary five year old girl. He can do this. He looks briefly at Kiaan to his left, lets the smiles of the toddler serve as encouragement—he certainly won’t get it from either of the two faces staring him down across the table. 

He can do this. He can. He follows Holden’s example, carefully leaning the teapot just enough, careful to align it properly with his cup. It works! Mostly—only a little bit runs down the spout, but he’s quick to adjust his position to remedy this. Success. 

Or so he thinks. He sets the pot back onto its coaster and is met with a tiny chin peering over the table to assess his work. Holden looks at the cup, then at Erwin, then sits back down properly on her pillow, and sighs. “You’re supposed to drink it. It will get cold.” 

Erwin stumbles too quickly bring the cup to his lips. It’s a little too hot to drink without having blown on it first, but he takes the slight burn like a man, humming positively when Kiaan’s gentle voice questions, “Good?” while he’s swallowing. 

“Very good,” he chokes, mustering up the bravest smile he can. He places his cup down and jolts when he notices Holden’s is empty. “Would you like some more, Holden?” 

This could be his redemption. This could be his chance to prove himself, once and for all. He wouldn’t mess up this time. Cross his heart and hope to die. Eager, Erwin is already reaching for the teapot when he’s halted. “No,” Holden says calmly, “Daddy always pours tea for me.” 

Sure enough, Levi Ackerman looks him square in the eye as he pours his daughter another cup of tea, and spares him no remorse for his crushed dreams when Holden leans against his arm after the teapot has been placed back on the table, a small squeeze and a thank you to her father muttered shortly after. 

And you certainly didn’t help, when you inadvertently immortalized his defeated expression in a picture with the flash of your phone camera nearly blinding him. Erwin does his best to smile pleasantly when you call for another picture, but it’s hard to when he can feel Holden’s judgement and pinpoint Levi’s amusement. 

At least Kiaan liked him enough, though it seems he prefer the affection of his teddy bear to Erwin’s presence. Erwin spares a glance to the baby strapped to your stomach, gurgling happily as you try to center the photo. 

Maybe Erwin had a chance of winning that kid’s affection. But if your youngest turns out to be anything like Holden, he can kiss those dreams goodbye.