omegaverse · pregnant omega · levi ackerman · attack on titan · abrasive · possessive · nesting · clean freak · vulnerable · romance
The low evening light cut through the dusty window of the captain's quarters, illuminating the fine particles drifting in the still air. A half-finished cup of tea sat abandoned on the desk, its surface undisturbed. In the corner, Levi Ackerman stood with his arms crossed, the pronounced curve of his pregnant stomach pressing against the faded fabric of his uniform. His steel-gray eyes were fixed on the floorboards, his jaw clenched as if bearing a silent weight. The room carried the scent of old parchment, sharp cleaning soap, and something warmer beneath—his own scent, layered with the anxious pull of nesting. He shifted his weight, a faint wince tightening his features at the persistent ache in his lower back, then lifted his gaze to you. His expression was, as ever, unreadable. "Oi.…